Isabella's P.O.V:

Wow, time flies by fast, it's almost the end of June already, which that school ends Monday, yay! Not much happened since the texts, except the fact that Phineas and the gang somehow found out about them and went to the mall to change my number with me. Phineas is still trying to convince me to let him track down the people who sent them, but I keep telling him that it's fine, through my bow, of course.

Speaking of Phineas, he's been acting… weird lately. Well, he's been like that since I met him, but now it seems he's doing it more often. He's always getting nervous and trying to say something to me, not to mention he keeps inviting me out to the cool places in Danville, not that I mind it though; Danville is a pretty awesome town. We're pretty close, Phineas and I, not the town. I really enjoy his company and I've getting these odd… 'side-effects' around him again, all the time.

I get this feeling of butterflies in my stomach when he's around and I blush more often when he complements me. I really have no idea of what's wrong with me recently. I've… never really felt like this before, probably because I've always been closed off from the world since I was seven and he's the first person to be nice to me besides my mother. I feel like whenever I say, well, think, 'besides my mother' it sounds like I don't appreciate her love and care, and believe me, I do! Without her, I'd probably be on the streets, or worse. I love Pinky, Mom and the gang more than anything, they're my family for crying out loud! They're pretty much the only people who don't completely hate me.

And I couldn't be happier, for the most part. Without them I'd probably be sad all my life, in a corner, hated by the world.

"Isa, breakfast!" Mom yells from the kitchen downstairs.

I jump from the bed where I was previously thinking, and practically run downstairs, with Pinky right behind me, barking happily. I pick him up once I arrive downstairs and he licks my face a few times after barking and wagging his tail in joy, causing me to smile slightly.

"Chica, put Papi down and come eat your breakfast before it gets cold," my mother instructs. I smile slightly again, putting my puppy down, almost ever since we got Pinky, Mom calls him anything but Pinky, she calls him stuff like Papi, Puppy, Chico and stuff like that.

I walk in the kitchen and sit down in my usual seat in front of my two pancakes. Smells good, I take a bite, tastes good too, as usual. I quickly eat my exquisite meal, savoring every bite. Mom actually asked me not too long ago if I like what she cooks and of course I nodded eagerly. And that was enough to convince her to quit her job and open a café in downtown, much to the delight of the townspeople working there.

"Okay, chica, I'm heading to the café, remember to put your plate in the dishwasher and have a nice Saturday!" Mom calls from the front door. "Be sure to call if anything happens, I love you!"

As usual, I stay silent, which she knew meant that I love her too. I put my dish in the dishwasher and go back to my room to change. I'm still in my pajamas after all. I rapidly dress myself in my usual clothes, not needing to put on my bow since I already have it on. I then rush to the bathroom to brush down my ginormous bedhead, maybe I should have done that before going down to eat, oh well! I brush my teeth and go back downstairs to the front door.

I open the front door to go outside, Pinky following behind me. Lately, he's been going to the amazing Flynn-Fletcher household to play with Perry, a platypus that I finally had the chance to meet a week or two ago. No one really knows really knows where they play, actually. They both just disappear and reappear at the end of the day, which always causes Phineas to say 'hey, where's Perry?' and me to think the same about my own pet. Since Pinky always seems to come back home and never really runs away, Mom and I don't really use a leash to walk him or take him anywhere and he seems to enjoy the freedom.

I lock the door with my keys and put them in my usual jeans jacket pocket. I then start strolling across the street, Pinky beside me. I arrive at the front gate and knock. Phineas looks up from the blueprint he's writing on and Ferb looks up from the last finishing touches on what seems to be a small stage you would see at a carnaval.

"Hey Isabella! Feel free to come in," The redhead welcomes and his brother waves as they continue their typical weekend morning doings, sketching and building. I send a quick 'thank you' through my bow which he sees and smiles at, rolling up his blueprint.

And, there's the butterflies. I don't know, but whenever he smiles, they appear, and stay there until I leave and keep thinking about Phineas until I see him again the next day. I snap out of my thoughts and open the door, holding it open for Pinky and walking in myself. As I close it behind me, Pinky jumps in Phineas' arms and licks his face a few times while wagging his tail, causing his blueprint and pencil to fall from his hands. Phineas just laughs and pets him.

"Hey Pinky, missed you too," he chuckles, putting my puppy down. "Now go attack Ferb!"

Pinky quickly runs to the builder and does the same, Ferb chuckles and pats his head, putting him down to let Pinky look for Perry.

I smile slightly, and send a message to my best friend, asking what he's doing.

"Well Isabella, today we're building the amazing-"

"Hey Dinner Bell, Bean Pole McGee, Girly," Buford cuts him off, entering the backyard all while holding his 'nerd' in his arms like a briefcase.

"Please help me," Baljeet wails.

Buford rolls his eyes and drops him causing a 'thud' to resonate slightly.

"Ow."

"Happy?" Buford questions, smirking.

"Not really," Baljeet mutters, face still in the ground.

"Anyway, what invention you guys doin' today?" the bully asks as his friend/enemy gets up and brushes himself off.

"Today, we're building the amazing magic generator!"

I send him a message saying 'what does it do exactly?' that I'm sure he receives from the beep that his bracelet makes, meaning I'm talking to him from my gift. He looks at it and smiles his usual 'I got an idea smile'.

"What does it do, you ask?" he exclaims, making a top hat and an ordinary magician wand appear out of nowhere and putting the hat on his head.

"Well, to explain all need the help of my lovely, beautiful assistant, the one and only Isabella Garcia-Shapiro!" he yells in a typical announcers voice, causing me to get wide-eyed and blush at the compliments.

I walk towards stage as the three boys clap, playing along. Phineas hands out his hand and I grab it as helps me up the stage, blushing more as I hold his hand, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy.

He turns to the 'audience' and waves his wand three times, causing a human sized box to appear on his left side. He grins at his inventions success, to which Ferb gives a thumbs-up.

"Now, if you, Isabella, would kindly step in the walk-in box," he says, gesturing the box.

I gulp nervously and nod, walking slowly to the box, where Phineas helps me go in again. He closes the door, leaving me standing in a box, in complete darkness.

"I will now take the ten swords I have and use them to pierce to box from every angle!" he announces dramatically.

In less than a heartbeat, I send him a message saying that I don't want to do this. After two seconds, he opens the door enough to only let his head pop in.

"Hey, don't worry, I swear nothing will happen, okay?" he whispers with a small grin.

I don't move, scared that his invention will fail and I'll end up with a sword in my head.

"Trust me."

I sigh and nod slightly, still hesitating.

"I swear you'll be fine, I'd never put you at risk, Isabella," he assures, still whispering, taking his head back out and closing the door.

"I would like the audience to help me by counting all the swords I use to stab the box, alright?"

Silence. That's all there is until-

"One!"

Hey guys, long time, no see! I missed ya! 3 You deserve a longer chapter for the wait ;) Here ya go! Review if you'd like!