When Phineas woke up in the morning and found Isabella snuggled into him, he was puzzled as to how they ended up together in the center of the bed. Nonetheless, he was happy, putting his arm over her as he lay awake, admiring how the morning sunlight played with her features. Absolutely flawless, he thought. Now he made no effort in trying to remove those thoughts from his mind. Phineas was already certain that he loved her.

Soon, Isabella stirred. Finding herself in Phineas' embrace and gaze, she smiled sleepily. He kissed her forehead, saying sweetly, "Goodmorning, sleeping beauty."

"Goodmorning, Phin."

They got up and went into the kitchen to eat some breakfast. It was close to 8 in the morning, but Isabella's grandmother had already finished serving breakfast. Grandfather Juan left at 7 to sell cigarettes. Nicha was already busy watering the plants and sweeping the courtyard.

When she realized that they had already woken up, she stopped cleaning and went to the kitchen to make them breakfast. Phineas realized that the elderly woman was busy enough, and he said with gestures and pointing, "No, we're good; we can make ourselves breakfast. You're busy enough, and we don't want to be a burden."

Isabella translated. At first, the woman insisted, but she smiled when she saw how stubborn Phineas was. She left, muttering in Spanish, "What a considerate young lad."

They ended up cooking some scrambled eggs. When finished eating, they walked outside and sat in the courtyard. They talked for a little while, and before long, the Spanish lesson began. Isabella taught the ins and outs of pronunciation, the basic phrases and basic vocabulary. Phineas was a fast learner. Before they knew it, the hours had gone by and Phineas spoke simple sentences. He no longer had such a strong accent.

Isabella tested his pronunciation one last time, "Hola, como estas?" Hi, how are you?

"Bien y tu?" Good and you?

"Tambien. Que estas haciendo?" Same. What are you doing?

"Me estoy sentado en el patio." I'm sitting in the patio (courtyard).

"Good, just leave out the 'me'. It's 'Estoy sentado en el patio.' Okay, one last question. Con quien estas sentado?" Who are you sitting with?

Phineas smiled, "Con mi amor."

Isabella giggled, "Hey, I never taught you that."

He grinned, "You didn't teach me the word. But you definitely taught me the feeling." He grabbed her hand and kissed it, looking into her eyes. They held each other's gaze for a long time. Isabella's grandmother walked by, ruining the moment. Phineas looked up and saw that the grapevines now had ripe fruit. He asked, "Do you want grapes, Izzy?"

"Yes, yes I do."

Phineas grabbed a bunch, and walked into the kitchen to wash them. Within seconds, he came back with the grapes in a bowl. They sat together, eating, talking about anything and everything.

They spent most of the day exploring the house. They were entertained for hours, finding more rooms, tools, electronics, construction materials, and discovered a sort of balcony on top of the kitchen roof. After eating Isabella's grandmother's delicious enchiladas for lunch, they sat on the balcony, admiring the view of the neighborhood. The neighborhood was on a hill, overlooking the streets nearby. Phineas and Isabella sat together, talking for hours about memories and adventures. Needless to say, chemistry was definitely in action.

At around 5 in the afternoon, they went out in the street, meeting up with Ivan. He and Phineas played a game of soccer with the neighborhood kids. Their team ended up losing badly, mostly because the good players from the previous day's game weren't there. Ivan had to leave for home, and Phineas walked back towards Isabella. He joked, "We lost royally, Izzy. I really stunk up the field."

"No you didn't, you played great."

"That doesn't explain the 10-1 score."

"Well, at least you were the one that scored the only goal."

Phineas remembered the goal. He was running with the ball, when a guy tripped him. Phineas had managed to kick it softly before falling, but the ball rolled painfully slow. The goalie went to grab the ball, but it slipped out of his hand, crossing the goal line. It was pure luck. He stood in front of Isabella, "Yeah, but it was a goofy goal. I'm telling you, I'm losing my game."

She leaned into him, whispering into his ear, "I disagree, Phin. To me, you have plenty of game." She kissed him on the cheek, then started to run to the front door.

Phineas was surprised by the flirtatious statement, and chuckled. "Hold on Izzy, don't leave me like this." He ran after her, and soon caught up. At the entrance, they stopped to rest, laughing and breathing heavily. Phineas said, "Why did you start running? You forgot something back there."

Isabella replied, "I don't know, I just felt like playing hard to get. Although I'm interested as to what I forgot." She asked coyly, "What did I forget?"

Phineas grinned, and said "This." He placed a quick kiss on her lips, and hugged her tightly.

When he let go, Isabella looked into his eyes, "Oh dear, how could I ever have forgotten that?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you were too busy playing hard to get."

She giggled, as Phineas opened the door. They locked the door and went up to their room, where they sat together, watching television. There was nothing interesting, except for an old movie about an alien in the jungle. The two watched this, with Phineas wrapping his arm around Isabella's shoulder. When the movie ended, it was already 10. They changed into their sleepwear and talked a little about what to do the following day.

After giving up on ideas, Phineas just suggested to relax and let the day's activities guide them. He turned off the lights and gave Isabella a hug. "Goodnight Izzy."

"Goodnight, Phin."

Soon, the two fell asleep.

Haha I added this chapter after about half an hour. I figured I needed to update a little more fluffiness, and so I did. Be on the lookout for tomorrow's update. Until then, happy reviewing :)