That was quite a response I got for the first chapter. Thanks, guys and/or girls! I also probably should apologize to any and all readers with Phinbella in their username. But I'm not going to. After all, I did warn you not to read it. It's not my fault you didn't take my advice. Anyways, here's the second chapter of the story (more like three-shot) that ruined Phinbella forever.
"What?!" yelled Phineas and Isabella simultaneously, both of them unable (or unwilling, take your pick) to process the words that had just come out of Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro's mouth.
"Isa, Oliver Clark was your father's name."
Isabella stood there, her mind racing to find a way to stop this from being true.
"It can't be the same guy," she finally said. "Oliver and Clark are common enough names that there could easily be two people with that name. It's just an incredible coincidence that they died on the same day, and are buried in the same place."
But the girl knew she was grasping at straws here. She was hoping beyond all hope that Phineas' father wasn't the same man as her father. Having him as a half-brother would put her lifelong crush on him at a whole new level of embarrassing, awkward, and impossible.
On the other hand, Phineas could see the resemblance between Isabella and the photo of his father his mom had showed him. Raven-black hair, in an almost perfect semicircle. That trait was clearly visible in both Isabella and Oliver. No matter how blind he might be to Isabella's feelings, Phineas couldn't deny her appearance. And right now, her appearance was slapping him across the face. No matter how much he wished it weren't true, Phineas had to face facts.
"Or they could be the same man," he said, putting into words what was foremost, and scariest, in everyone's mind. Having the girl who lived across the street from you be your half-sister, and not knowing it for eight years, would be incredibly strange, to say the least.
"I hope not," said Isabella. She was supposed to marry Phineas, not become his sister.
"Honestly, Isabella, I don't know what to think either." Phineas said. "You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember."
Yeah, Isabella thought, best friend, and nothing more.
"So it's... kind of hard to imagine having you as a sister," Phineas finished.
Vivian decided that now would be a good time to talk. "Kids?"
The two kids stopped talking and looked up at her. "Yes?"
"If this is true, then we probably should go talk to your mom," she said, looking at Phineas.
Phineas and Isabella exchanged a quick look. They both nodded, and turned back to Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro.
"You're right." Phineas said. "She needs to know."
The three then turned and headed toward Candace and her mom.
Candace handed the photo of Oliver Clark back to her mom. She had spent enough time looking at it. She turned to take one last look at the grave, and asked her mom a question.
"Mom? Can we go back home now? I've seen enough." The memories Candace made today weren't good ones, but they were necessary ones nonetheless.
"Sure, Candace," replied Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher, who was also ready to leave. She turned around to tell Phineas, who she hadn't noticed wander off, and was surprised to see him walking towards her with Isabella and her mother.
"Vivian? What are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are," replied Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro, trying not to sound downcast. "Taking my kid to see her father's grave."
Linda's jaw dropped.
"Phineas told me," Vivian explained, and Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher relaxed.
"Who was Isabella's father?" she asked.
Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro's voice suddenly became a lot more solemn. "You see... that's the thing I need to talk to you about..."
While the two adults were talking, Phineas walked over to Candace. She needed to know this as well.
"Umm... Candace?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember how you collected all that evidence showing Ferb was an alien?"
"Yeah," replied Candace, embarrassed.
"I think I've collected a bunch of evidence that..." Phineas trailed off.
"That what?" asked Candace, curious.
"That Isabella's my sister."
Candace's jaw dropped. She was not expecting that. Her mind began searching for anything to say that would comfort Phineas. And, for that matter, herself as well.
"Hey Phineas?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember how you showed me Ferb wasn't an alien?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm going to show you that Isabella isn't our sister."
"But Candace, both our fathers have the same name, died on the same day, and are buried in the same cemetery. And remember how our biological dad had black hair in a perfect semicircle?"
Candace stopped for a minute. That was pretty convincing evidence. Then again, so was the evidence that Ferb was an alien. So she shrugged it off.
"Phineas, remember how I saw Ferb talking strange? And how I saw the alien take off his head? And how I saw he had an unusually small torso?"
"But you didn't see the whole thing!" Phineas argued. "I did!"
"Well, are you sure you saw everything?" Candace said, choosing her words carefully.
"Yes!" Phineas replied, exasperated. While speaking with Candace, he had, unfortunately, convinced himself that Isabella was his half-sister,
"So was I! But I was wrong. And so are you. Look, I'll show you," said Candace, turning to show Phineas that there were two gravestones labeled Oliver Clark.
Unfortunately, Candace was wrong. There was only one gravestone that read Oliver Clark. In fact, that grave was the only one that had either Oliver or Clark listed as a name, first or last.
"See?" asked Phineas. He had given in to the truth a long time ago. Candace was just unable (or unwilling, take your pick) to admit it. But, with all the evidence practically slapping her across the face, she couldn't deny it any longer. Isabella is Phineas', and therefore her own, half-sister.
"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b..." Candace stuttered, in the same manner she always did whenever one of Phineas and Ferb's giant contraptions somehow disappeared.
"Come on, Candace," said Phineas, defeated. "Let's go home."
"I don't believe it," Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher was telling Isabella's mom.
"Neither do I," replied Vivian. "But we have to face facts."
"There's no way this man is Isabella's father," said Linda, handing the other parent the photo of Oliver Clark.
Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro took a long look at the photo, and tears began forming in her eyes, as she remembered all the cruel things this man had done to her.
"Yes," she finally said, now absolutely certain of the truth, however horrible it may be. "There is a way. I'm sorry, Linda, but this man is Isabella's father."
Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher knew it was the truth all along. She just wouldn't admit it to herself. But sooner or later, everyone had to face facts. No matter how badly you wished they were fiction.
"How?" was the only word she could manage to say.
"I don't know," Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro replied. "But it's true."
A long silence followed, during which Phineas and Candace approached the two adults. Isabella was walking towards them as well.
It remained silent for at least another minute, before Candace found something to say.
"Well, this is awkward."
"Tell me about it," replied Isabella. "I thought Aunt Isabella meant I was going to marry Phineas, not... this."
"What did you say?" asked Phineas. He couldn't quite hear all of Isabella's comment.
"Nothing." The Fireside girl replied quickly. She never thought that she'd be thankful that Phineas was so oblivious. But here she was now, breathing a sigh of relief for that very reason. Isabella could only imagine how such life-changing information would go down if she was dating Phineas. Or, even worse, if they were married.
"So... Phineas and Candace have a new sister." Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro said, trying to stay on topic. This conversation had to happen, she figured. Why not now?
"Yeah," Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher agreed. "And that sister just so happens to live next door. Which changes things."
"Yes," Phineas said, throwing in a trademark line. "Yes it does."
Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher then asked what was, in her mind, the most important question.
"So how are we going to live now?"
While the two parents began discussing that, Phineas turned to Isabella, and asked what he felt was the most important question.
"If you're my half-sister now, what does that make Ferb? To you, I mean?"
There! Ending on a light note. Hope that makes some of you readers happier. I don't have much to say really, other then read and review. And thanks! So, here goes. Please read and review. Thanks.