"Daddy…"

Isabella looked him over.

Same wavy brown hair. Same slight stubble. Same blue eyes.

He had a grin on his face as he held his arms out.

Isabella walked slowly towards him before meeting him in an embrace.

Her expression remained the same as she didn't hug back. Her blue eyes wide open as he hugged her tightly.

Her mind filled of flashbacks. Stuff such as, stories before bedtime and Frisbee toss when she was about four. She also remembered slight arguments between her parents up until the day he packed his bags and walked away.

Never once telling Isabella 'goodbye'.

"Okay Roman. She's been squeezed enough…" Vivian chuckled as he let go of his teenage daughter.

He took a step back and smiled.

"Wow. Bella you got so beautiful…" He turned back to face Vivian. "If there's one thing we were good at Viv', it's making beautiful children."

Vivian nodded as both adults cast a glance at their daughter.

Isabella rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

Roman looked up to face his daughter.

"So Bella. Tell me how's life?"

"I-It's g-good…"

Roman nodded while playing with his thumbs.

Isabella nodded too before turning towards her mother.

"Mama, w-where will Daddy be sleeping?"

Vivian looked up from the stove.

"Oh. In the guest room of course, why mi chica?"

Isabella shook her head.

"No reason."

"So this is your room…" Isabella said as she led Roman towards the guest bedroom.

"Cool. So…um. You have anything planned?"

Isabella looked up.

"Besides getting out of this ridiculous dress?"

Roman let out a soft chuckle.

"I don't find it that ridiculous. I mean it looks good on you. I-It's a bit ridiculous, however, that your mother decided to put you in a dress and you never even left the house…know what I mean?"

Isabella nodded.

"Actually, I agree…"

Roman shook his head as he pushed open the bedroom door.

"Hmmm…swanky" he teased as he entered the room.

He turned back to face his daughter.

"You still got that dog? What was his name…poochie?"

Isabella playfully rolled her eyes.

"Pinky, Dad. It's Pinky."

"Riiiiiiight."

Isabella giggled before heading back to her room. She turned back to face her father.

"What do you have planned?"

Roman rubbed the back of his neck.

"Prob'ly catch some Z's. I think I've got jetlag…"

Isabella arched a brow.

"Don't you live in Danville?"

Roman shook his head.

"For the past couple months I've been staying with your Aunt Josie in Jerusalem…"

Isabella was caught off guard. She couldn't distinctly remember her Aunt Josie. She did, however, remember that she had never married. Remained Josie Shapiro forever.

Not like she was unattractive.

From memory, Josie had looked like Isabella (minus the Latina) with curly brown hair and freckles. She had probably only visited Danville once, because Isabella remembered seeing her once when she was younger.

She remembered that her father had various siblings and Josie was just one of many. Strangely enough, her mother was the youngest of five, having three brothers and a sister, yet Isabella herself was an only child.

No wonder she cherished her friendship with the guys so much. Buford, Baljeet, and Ferb were probably the closest things she had to brothers.

Phineas on the other hand, was a completely different story.

He had the qualities of a brother, best friend, and…well…a boyfriend, if he ever got a clue.

He wasn't like a school girl crush.

Well maybe he was at first, but things changed.

Her mother always told her to make sure whoever she married was someone who made her happy and that there would have to be a mutual love on both sides of the relationship.

As she grew older, she began to question her mother's opinion seeing as her own marriage had failed but logically, Vivian's words made sense.

Isabella flashed her father a sympathetic smile before retreating to her bedroom.

She threw herself on top of her bed staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes.

However, her train of thought was soon interrupted by the sound of rocks hitting her bedroom window.

She opened up the window cautiously and shot her hands out.

"Cease fire! I surrender!"

The rocks stopped as the sound of laughing was heard below.

Isabella stuck her head out the window and looked down, her smile beaming.

"Hey!" Phineas waved up at her.

Isabella raised a brow teasingly.

"What? No climbing up my window Romeo?"

Phineas chuckled.

"Nah that sounds like a lot of work Juliet…and I mean, you didn't even let your hair down." He teased.

Isabella smirked.

"That's Rapunzel, Phin. Not Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh."

Isabella's head shot back as she erupted in giggles.

"So…Is Mr. Shapiro here yet?"

Isabella nodded.

"You think he wants to meet me?" Phineas added teasingly.

Isabella shook her head.

"Nah."

Phineas' face softened in confusion.

"W-what? Why not? I-I'm nice…"

Isabella smirked.

"He's taking a nap dude. You'll see him tomorrow."

"But tomorrow's Saturday…"

"And?"

Phineas crossed his arms, unimpressed.

"You got plans?"

"Duh."

"Hey no need to be rude, buddy-boy. So what's the project?"

"A high-tech starship like in star trek!"

Isabella's eyes widened.

"Or like the death star in star wars?"

"Preceisely" he winked. "By the way, you're still wearing that dress. Is it like attached to your body now?"

"Nope."

"Then why-"

Isabella put her hands on her hips and smirked.

"Cause I look pretty good in it. Don't you think?"

The boy smiled.

"Drop dead gorgeous Izzy…"

Isabella felt her face get hot as a blush crept over her face.

"Well…" the boy shouted.

"I got to go. Mom's making pumpkin pie and Aunt Tiana is coming over."

Isabella nodded as her cheeks returned to normal.

"Tell them I say hi."

She watched as he ran across the street into his backyard.

She felt something rub against her shin and looked down.

Pinky.

She picked up the Chihuahua and rubbed the top of its head.

"Well Pinky…how are we gonna avoid that adorable boy for a month? Hmm?"

Little did Isabella know that Vivian was standing right outside of her doorframe, listening to everything. It was in her daughter's best interest to stay away from boys while Roman was here.

We didn't want to rouse him up, did we? But still, it partially pained Vivian to have to tell her daughter to avoid her friends for a whole month.

Wasn't that classified as cruel and unusual punishment?

Vivian shook her head as she eyed her teenage daughter playing with her dog.

Maybe they'd both tell Roman tomorrow. When he was well rested.

But how do you breakdown to a military man which a slight drinking addiction that his precious little girl has a massive crush to her oblivious next-door neighbor?

Author's Note: Ok guys, thanks for all the positive feedback, I really appreciate it! So yeah, the next chapter will be posted ASAP, and It features Mr. Shapiro actually meeting the 'gang' so you'll get his opinions on them in the next chapter. So yeah, reviews are totally appreciated! Thanks!