"YOU WHAT?"

Isabella flinched at Gretchen's tone. The girl in question smiled sympathetically and fiddled with her glasses. "Sorry…"

Isabella nodded before speaking, "I-I admitted I like him…"

"Did you kiss him?"

Isabella sadly sighed, "No. But I REALLY wanted to…"

"You always really want to."

Isabella playfully shoved the girl. "No but seriously, how do I explain to my dad that I'm kinda dating Phineas? Or worse. How to I explain to Phineas that my dad doesn't approve of our relationship?"

Gretchen took a handful of popcorn and shrugged. "I don't know. Get Phineas and Ferb to make you the memory-erase thingy from Men in Black?"

Isabella raised an eyebrow, "The neuralyzer?"

Gretchen shrugged once again. "Is that what it's called? Hmm...I did not know that."

Isabella rolled her eyes.

"So when's your dad leaving anyway?"

Isabella pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, "Two more weeks. Oh joy of all joys…"

Gretchen smirked, "Y'know I have a cousin named Joy. She's a real space-cadet…if y'know what I mean."

Isabella's head rolled back as her entire body rocked in laughter. When she finally regained composure she turned back to face Gretchen. "You're a real joker aren't you Gretch'?"

Gretchen blinked rapidly as a small smile crept upon her face. "I try."

Isabella picked up her backpack as she got ready to leave Gretchen's house. Gretchen looked up at her in confusion. "Where do you think you're going?"

Isabella shrugged. "Where do you think I'm going?"

Gretchen rolled her eyes as she refilled her mouth with popcorn. "I don't know, probably Phineas' house…"

Isabella scoffed as she gathered up her stuff. She playfully threw a pillow at her friend and ducked a few kernels of popcorn throw her way as she headed towards the door she heard Gretchen's voice (mouth probably full of popcorn) behind her.

"Tell 'em I say what's up!"

Isabella laughed as she left.

"Roman I-"

"No Viv' it'll be good for her. I mean she hasn't seen Josie in years!"

"But what about school?"

"There are schools there!"

"But-"

"Viv', Josie will teach Bella how to be a strong, independent young woman."

"I just don't think-"

"Listen to me. I want Bella to have aspirations. Not just hung up on some boy."

"Was it not you who set her up on a date yesterday?"

"Yes…but with him she'd have to have aspirations. I mean successful lawyer's wives also have successful jobs! And it doesn't matter because they did not hit it off too well…"

"Roman."

"Vivian!"

Vivian flinched at his tone and sighed. "So what? So we send Isa to Jerusalem. For how long?"

"Four months."

"So I keep my daughter away from me for four months?"

"I don't know, maybe longer depending on how it goes…"

Vivian sat down as she thought this over. "I-I want the best for Isa…"

Roman smiled, "See! Do you even know what she wants to do with her life?"

"A magazine editor if I remember correctly."

"Is her mind focused on that right now?"

"I'm pretty sure-"

"RIGHT. NOW."

Vivian sighed, "No I assume her mind is focus on her crazy control-freak of a father."

"Hilarious Viv'. But anyway, so is it agreed?"

"What?"

"Bella comes with me to Jerusalem when I leave."

"For four months?"

"At least."

Vivian placed her chin in her palm, "I suppose. But shouldn't we ask Isa?"

Roman crossed his arms, "Are we not her parents? Is she eighteen yet? No. So we make the choices, because we know what's best for her."

Vivian sadly nodded. "Okay…"

Roman nodded in agreement.

"So when do we tell her?"

Roman looked back at Vivian. She looked so weak, like every word he was saying was hurting her. He sat down next to her and smiled. "Viv' don't fret. Bella will be fine; this little trip will help her grow. Possibly out of that awkward phase she's in."

Vivian frowned. "Awkward phase? I was not aware Isa was in one."

Roman rubbed the back of his neck. "You know…with her little tomboyish, and childish, and rebellious ways…"

"Rebellious?" Vivian blinked rapidly. She could never remember a time when that was a term that could be used to describe her daughter. She could recall defiant. But only on occasion, and only when it was needed. Such as when things where unfair but never rebellious.

Roman threw his palms up. "Not rebellious. Per se. But y'know immature…"

"She's fifteen."

"Fifteen year olds should listen to their parents."

"She listens."

"I-I just want what's best for her."

Vivian crossed her arms. "You say that like you mean it."

"I do."

Vivian chuckled. "Same thing you said on our wedding day and look how that turned out."

Roman was speechless. "P-p-people change…Viv but this isn't about us…"

"No. It's about our daughter. Who you have no faith in. You don't trust her judgment or her jurisdiction."

Roman frowned. "Vivian, Bella's coming with me and that's the end of that."

"Fine. But remember this is the first impression you are making to your daughter who you haven't seen in ten years and if I may say, your first impression sucks."

"Hey Izzy!"

Isabella looked up at her best friend. She squinted up at him. "Hey Phin, um…whatcha' dooin?"

Phineas grinned. "Oh. Yeah just creating this plane."

"Plane? Haven't you done that before?"

"Yes. But this is for a completely different reason! Y'know how you have that period of turbulence when flying, yet only for a short while? Well Ferb and I, thought about how great it would be to have a ride on nothing but turbulence! Cool right?"

Isabella giggled. "But some people don't like turbulence."

"Well they'll like ours. And if they're still hesitant, they probably shouldn't ride ours."

Isabella smirked and rolled her eyes as she climbed upon the plane. Phineas held a hand out for her and she gratefully accepted it.

"There ya' go m'lady."

Isabella chuckled as she sat down in the cockpit with Ferb as Phineas continued working. "Hey Ferb." She whispered. Ferb waved back.

"So I heard about you and my brother last night."

Isabella smirked, "Yeah."

"So you told him your feelings?"

"Pretty much."

"Your father too?"

She hesitated, "Um…no but I will. Paolo told me that I should…so I thought about it and it was a good idea…"

Ferb rolled his eyes. "Didn't I say that? But no…whatever. Listen to Paolo. See if I care."

Isabella giggled as she felt the plane begin to take off.

"OH YEAH! BUFORD IS GONNA LOVE THIS!"

Isabella rolled her eyes as Phineas chuckled and sat down next to her. She nearly jumped when he slowly grabbed her hand. She turned to face him and smiled.

"You ready?"

Isabella smiled blissfully as the redhead softly whispered in her ear. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. This was perfect.

"Oh and by the way…"

Phineas perked up as Isabella began to address him.

"Gretchen says what's up?"

Phineas smiled. "Tell her, we are."

"You're corny."

"Yup."

"But I wouldn't have it any other way…"

He chuckled and grinned as she regained her position on his shoulder.

Isabella let her eyes flutter until they were closed as she ignored both the turbulence and the screams of both terror and enjoyment from Baljeet and Buford. She allowed herself to drift off into Phineasland. Where her father could never keep them apart.

However in reality, he could and would at least try to do just that.

Author's Note: You wanna know something? My story has obtained a soul of it's own. If you had noticed, my story was originally: "angst/friendship" and I had absoluely NO INTENTION of Phineas and Isabella becoming a couple, yet it took on a road of romance and is now changed to: "angst/romance". How did this happen? I have NO idea! Anyways, yesh. I inserted Gretchen because she's like the Ferb to Isabella's 'Phineas' (as I like to call it) so yeah...and I just decided to make Gretchen have the story be lighter than it seems. Same thing with Buford. They are placed in there just to lighten the mood. So yeah, and I felt the need to focus on Roman and Vivian's relatonship more for obvious reasons. So yeah, I just want to thank all of my fans, readers, and all my supporters from deviantart. So yeah, thanks and enjoy!