Isabella's P.O.V:

Phineas opens the door and heads towards the bed where I'm currently sitting at Indian-style anxiously. He sits down beside me, in the same position even, takes a deep breath and starts speaking.

"Look Isabella, before you do or maybe even say anything, I'm extremely, truly one hundred percent sorry. I know you probably will never forgive me and its fine. Sure, I'll definitely be devastated, but I understand, my actions shouldn't be controlled by my emotions and I should know better than to that happen. I mean I wish you could forgive me bu- no… You shouldn't forgive me! I mean I almost killed you for crying out loud! Ugh, I'm such an idiot-"

I interrupt him by gently placing my index finger on his lips. He gets the message and stops talking. I gently remove my finger and put my hand on his shoulder, smiling reassuringly, my way of saying I forgive him, no matter what. He blushes and looks directly in my eyes, giving off the side-effect for my cheeks to turn a redder shade than usual. His face quickly turn back to its normal colour, as he sighs, points his nose towards the bed and buries his face in his hands. I pat him on the shoulder a few times, trying to make him speak his mind.

"It's just… I'm very glad you forgive me, in fact I'm overjoyed, but it can't be that easy. If Ferb and I hadn't built that healing ray, you would either be in the hospital, or worse, gone. I need to make it up to you, somehow, someway…"

As I'm about to mime the fact that I don't need anything, but before I can, Phineas lifts his head from his hands with a gleeful smile and snaps his fingers.

"That's it! I know what else I'm going to do… I'm probably not going to finish it today, considering it's already seven thirty, if I even start it today, it'll most likely be finished after twelve hours, give or take a few… Okay, then, I know what I'm going to do tomorrow!" he says excitedly.

Aw… He's doing something for me! He's so sweet, not to mention adorable when he's excited. Wait, what? Did I just say, I mean think, that he's adorable? I-It's probably just those 'side-effects' acting up again. Y-Yeah, that's it, 'side-effects'… just side-effects.

"Hey, do you like movies?" Phineas asks suddenly.

I nod; I used to watch movies all the time when I was a kid and loved every one I saw, but ever since the 'thing' happened with him, I have not watched a single one. I always wanted to, but something just told me not to.

"W-Would you like to want to w-watch Wreck-it Ralph with m-me?" the red-head inquires nervously while scratching his ear.

I nod again, I have no idea why, but nothing is telling me not to do it, I guess Phineas is an exception to my usual behavior.

"G-Great! Ferb's out with his girlfriend and Buford and Baljeet left, so it'll just be the t-two o-of us."

I approve using my head again, slightly confused by the stuttering.

"Well, follow me!" Phineas orders in a playful way.

I salute him jokingly with a smile; he laughs and starts walking down to the living room, me being close behind.

Once we arrive downstairs, Phineas puts the movie in his PS3, turns off the lights to see the movie better, sits down in the middle the couch and pats the seat directly to his right. I respond to the invitation by sitting in the spot he told me to. Before the movie starts, he pauses it and looks at me.

"I forgot to ask you, have you seen this movie before?" he questions.

I shake my head, looking down slightly.

"Great, I just wanted to make sure this isn't the thousandth you've watched it, movies just get old after watching them a lot."

I give him a small thumbs and he resumes the movie.

I wake up to the sound of a small jingle coming from the left of the couch. My phone! Oh my gosh, what time is it? I look at the clock I used as a reference for time Saturday morning. I somehow manage to read it in the complete darkness, does it say… Midnight? Midnight! Mom must be worried sick! I gently try to lift myself from the couch but as soon as I do, I feel something around my neck tighten his grip. I look for the source of the problem and finally find it; while I was sleeping, Phineas must've fallen asleep, which somehow ended with Phineas having his arm around me. I try to lift myself up again, only causing Phineas to groan and his grip to strengthen.

"Hm… Isabella… Something to tell you."

I guess I have no choice but to wake him up. I poke his chest lightly, but apparently it's enough to wake him up.

"Hi Isabella, what's wrong?" he says groggily, his arm not moving. "Isabella? Ah!"

He immediately removes his arm and uses its hand to scratch his ear, blushing furiously for me to see in the darkness.

"Um- I- You- I mean- Ack!" he stutters.

I quickly point to the clock and he understands the reason I woke him up.

"Oh! No offence, but you need to leave! Your mom must be worried sick!"

I rapidly, but clumsily, head for the door to his house while Phineas heads for my bag. In less than a second, I'm at in front of an open door with my pink bag in my hands, Phineas being the one holding the door open.

"Bye Isabella! Good night!"

I wave and quickly run across the street to my own house. I ring the doorbell and wait for my mother to answer the door. Immediately, the entrance swings open showing my mother.

"Hola chica! You look so very tired, so I'll keep my talking for tomorrow. Now head to your room, it's late!"

I comply at a fast pace and immediately hop on my comfortable bed and enter a wonderful night sleep.

Hey guys, I don't have time to talk so, sorry, but I gotta' go! Hope you enjoyed this slightly-longer-than-usual-chapter! Don't forget to review! :)