There's a flower.
A small flower, in a small room. But it's growing, it's growing too big.
Vines intertwine and plead for air and sunlight, trying to push through its confines.
The walls stand strong, but it's just too much. There's a snapping noise and everything goes white.
The sun.
The sun, I can see the sun.
It's beautiful.
C'est belle.
Es bella.
Is bella.
Isabella.

I opened my eyes and everything was an off-white, tealy-pink blur. My eyes fluttered a few times and blobs become shapes that became the ceiling of what I imagined to be a hospital.

Ugh, my body feels like stone and my head is killing me, what happened?
How did I even-

I shifted my body reluctant against its will and came to the conclusion that I wasn't paralyzed-it just felt that way.

"Isabella." The sudden voice sent a wave of shock through my body and I found myself yelp and sat up instantly, the voice was too sweet, too soft and it sounded so much like-

"Phineas!" I groaned as soon as I felt my head on my shoulders again and laid back slowly. Phineas leaned forward in his chair, letting it squeak loudly and I could barely think of how long that scrap metal had been lying around.
I raised a hand, running my fingers through my hair and I felt the sudden need to shower-that weird gross feeling you get when you wake up from an afternoon sleep-and embarrassment of this fact washed over me.

"Are you awake?" He asked dumbly and I barely whined in response as he stood again to walk over to the bed I was lying on.
I laid still as the bed shifted under Phineas' weight, sitting down next to me and finally I lifted my chest to sit up and look around.
It turns out I wasn't in a hospital at all, I was in the nurse's office and I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for a certain incident back in freshman year with Ginger.

The small room was painted in a heavy teal which made it all feel a little too cozy, and the colour clashed with the rosy pink curtains that separated the only two beds and adorned the high windows. The bed had a pink knitted throw over tightly tucked into the mattress, which matched with the curtains, and it appeared that I had been sleeping on top, barely rupturing the fine bed-making. The sheets matched the walls and it brought a whole different level to 'rose-mint'.
Across the grey tile was the door that led straight into the home economics rooms and next to doorframe was the nurse's desk. Obviously cluttered with various documents and even some files scattered on the floor, under her office chair.
The nurse was no where to be seen and Phineas and I were alone.

With a small twist I felt my spine loosen with a loud crack and Phineas scrunched up his face at the noise.

"Sorry.." I mumbled lowering my head in my dizzy state; he only shook his head and smiled sweetly.
"Does your head hurt?" I nodded making a small pout and he laughed, "The nurse says you hit your head really hard." Phineas made a gesture to my forehead, but obviously it wasn't something I could see for myself.
I imagined it was a purple goose egg and I grimaced when reached up to gently touch the offended area, to my surprise it was patched with gauze.
Phineas read the sudden look of alarm on my face and his eyes widened,
"Don't worry! You're fine, it's just a little scratch- But it bled profusely, you caused quite the panic." I glared at him and he only laughed more; I felt like I was being teased by a younger brother.
"Thanks for the reassurance, Phineas." I rolled my eyes sarcastically,
"Hey don't thank me, Ferb was the one who calmed everyone down and got the nurse."

I was sure my face was flushed in an instant.

"What?" I spluttered and he continued,
"Yeah, everyone was so freaked out when you passed out and Ferb was bringing back some supplies from the gym and saw the commotions." I let my face twist into something of disbelief,
"What were the teachers doing?"
He shrugged, "Ferb said they were trying to calm everyone down too, but when he got past the students and cleaned up the blood everything was pretty serendipitous from there." I sighed, I felt like an idiot realizing what had happened.

Pushed straight into an open locker door. Smooth one, Izzy.

I groaned loudly and let myself slump back into the mattress once again, Phineas hovered over me and frowned.
"Are you alright?" I paused before nodding, shifting to the side and patting the extra space next to me. He stared at the gesture for a long moment before shifting and laying back on the bed next to me, I smiled as we both stared up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.
I folded my fingers on my torso letting out a heavy sigh and I could feel Phineas twitch at the sudden sound escaping my lips.
"So, the play's starting soon, huh?" I hummed a response letting my eyelids fall,
"I was really excited when they asked me to do the sets. I figured I could take care of it myself since Ferb decided to audition."

I bit into my lip and restrained the Shakespearian day dream,

"Plus Django offered to help with all the painting, he's talented like that. Have you seen his artwork? He really is his father's son, it's so cool."

He continued to ramble like this for several minutes.

And several minutes after that.

Gadgets, gizmos, plans, blueprints, prototypes and models, exceptional amounts of Django.

I never remembered Phineas' voice filling up so much space; I never recalled this heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
A kind of feeling to pat his head and say, "Yeah I got it kid, now go play with your toys." and then continue to humor the children.
I let out a small chuckle at the thought and Phineas tilted his head to shoot me a confused look.

I assumed he didn't really say anything funny.

I turned and smiled at him, his eyes wide and such a bright blue. Innocent.
"No wonder I liked you so much." I spoke suddenly and didn't feel as embarrassed as I should have,
"I don't think I'm following." He stated, his brow knotting together in a worried manner.

I rolled to my side looking down at his chest, he was wearing a green sweat shirt that I recognized instantly. It was Ferb's and I recalled the day he passed it on to Phineas because it shrunk in the wash.
I think we were fourteen, I remember thinking Phineas looked really good in green.
"You know when we were kids…" I blurted out the sentence, pausing as Phineas rolled to face me, hands clasped between us and staring up at me expectantly.

I walked into this one.

"I had such a huge crush on you." I finally admitted.
Phineas paused, giving me an uneasy look before finally speaking, "… Really?"
"Oh yeah, for years, I wanted to marry you." I nodded taking in Phineas' expression. He was literally shocked, his eyes blinking feverishly as he pursed his lips in utter incomprehension. I smiled as he opened his mouth and closed it again trying to come up with a suitable response. He settled on a small awkward smile and waited for me to continue.

I waited myself, I froze- the words were in my throat but I felt like I was choking on them- I opened my mouth but there was nothing.
I didn't want to say it; I could feel my ten-year-old self clawing at the back of my head.

It's not true. It's not true. You don't have to move on.

"I don't… Think I… Really like you the same way anymore." I whispered hesitantly, Phineas only nodded slowly, maybe too understanding.
A long sigh escaped my lips once again and his expression softened.

I didn't even notice I had been crying.