A/N: Hey guys! So... chapter 12 (my favorite #) I missed writing in Phineas' POV. Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me... and the song too.

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Info: this is after Breakaway but I'm taking a whole new take on it and changing details.

Waiting For Yesterday by David Archuleta

~Phineas POV~

It had been two months since Isabella had dumped Brad and I had finally figured out why. He was cheating on her with Gretchen, her best friend, but... there was another reason...

It will take a long time for her to come out of her weak, zombie-like state. She never met with anyone anymore. Her mom couldn't even get her out of her room.

Whenever someone touched her, she would flinch; and I think I knew why.

Later that afternoon I went to her house. Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro answered the door, "Oh, hello, Phineas. Did Linda send you here?"

"No, I came here to see Isabella." I replied, rubbing my neck nervously.

"Oh, well, I don't know... she hasn't left her room since... the accident. She won't see anyone and I don't think she will see you. The only person she lets in, other than me, is Candace."

"Please, just let me try. I miss her."

She looked at me cautiously and I tried to put on the best pleading eyes; which wasn't very hard, ever since Isabella had isolated herself I felt like a piece of myself had been ripped out all so suddenly.

"Alright, but be gentle." Mrs. Shapiro led me upstairs to Isabella's room. "Isa, someone is here to see you."

No response was heard.

I took charge and grasped the cold handle and turned the knob.

The door creaked open and revealed a pitch black room. The dim light from the hallway lit the room enough to see a small frail figure sitting on the bed cradling a small chihuahua.

"Isabella?" I advanced forward slowly, making sure that I didn't scare her, "Isabella, it's me, Phineas."

The figure looked up and I could see dull blue eyes look at me with a scared expression "Go away; just get away from me."

I stood my ground, I couldn't leave now, she needed me more than ever. "Isabella, I'm here to help, remember? All of the things we did over all of those summers? I just want to help you."

She relaxed a bit and leaned against the headboard. "I don't need any help. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

No you're not! Just look at you!

I walked over and sat at the foot of the bed, she flinched. "I knew he hurt you; I just want to help you. Let me, please."

She scanned me cautiously and pulled the chihuahua closer to her. "You're all the same. No, no. no."

"I know that he left you in pieces, Isabella," I cocked my head to the side, "You know I won't be that way."

She seemed to relax a bit more, but it was as if she was locked up in her own world, with nothing to say. Which was something rare for her.

I reached out my hand but she shrank away from me. Instead, I began to stroke Pinky softly. She began to close her eyes and growled a quick thank you. Isabella began to pet the Pinky, too.

Our hands brushed against each other for a brief second, Isabella tensed but did not pull away. I looked at her, a slight smile was on my lips. This had been how we met... Pinky had ran away and I had found her and returned her to Isabella. Isabella looked and I saw her eyes brighten, although her lips stayed in a straight line.

I lay my hand on hers gently, "You think history is repeated, but it's not. It won't."

"Anything can be repeated." Isabella replied coldly, but she made no move to pull her hand away.

"It depends on the person, and I'm not him." I stared at her, with eyes like stone, but, somehow, gently.

She looked at me with a tired look, "I just..." she choked on her words and began to cry quietly.

I stroked the top of her hand. She looked so weak and fragile; much different from the bright, determined senior Fireside Girl that I knew... used to know...

"What did he do, Isabella; what did he do to you?" I whispered.

She pulled away and baked up, closer to the headboard. She turned her head away and ignored me.

"Isabella..." I wanted to pull her to me and hug her, convince her to tell me what that monster had done to her. "You're shutting down because you're so sure I'll be another mistake, a screw up."

She opened her mouth, about to reply, but closed it and she chose not to.

"You keep on pushing me away, Isabella." I told her, "You're so scared of falling again, but I'm trying to hold you up. Is it worth it any longer? Shutting me out? You keep on wishing me away. I'm your friend, Isabella. I would never treat you like he did! Nothing will change between us."

Isabella wiped more tears which were streaming down her cheeks and falling onto the chihuahua's cream-colored fur. She leaned forward, closer to me, waiting for the next things I would say.

"I can help make you stronger. Why do you feel so alone?" I pleaded.

She put her chin to her chest, refusing to answer my questions, or even respond to the fact that I was there.

I took my hand and carefully leaned her head up so she was looking at me. "You know I love you more than he ever did. You're my best friend, but, sometimes, I feel like we could be so much more than that," The hurt, scared, blank look in her eyes washed away and they flooded with a sense of passion, "This could be all you ever needed."

Isabella bit her bottom lip and suddenly wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. The unreleased tears filled her eyes and fell onto my skin, "I-I just c-can't talk ab-bout it. It-it's just too h-horrib-ble!" she sobbed.

"Shhh..." I soothed her while stroking her soft raven hair, "Hold on to me and remember this, Isabella: never let go."

We were like that for countless hours... minutes... seconds... days...

Someday, she'll tell me what happened... but her eyes told me all that happened. And I know I'll be the one to help her.

I am the one for her tonight...

I'm the one for her forever...

If this all takes a little time...

Whatever it takes...

I'll help...

We are going to be together, waiting for yesterday.

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