[Predictable and waaay overused, I know...just go with it]

EDIT: WOW I feel terrible. I hope you enjoy reading this Christmas one-shot in July.

1. |\\\\| (Ages: 15)

"So, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Buford sent a glare towards Baljeet, "I was runnin' down the field with the ball tucked under by arm. I was about 3 feet away from the end zone when this guy just popped outta nowhere and kicked the ball right outta ma hands!" He exclaimed.

"No way!" Alyson said over-dramatically.

She had been listening to Buford's football stories for an hour and honestly, there were more exciting things she wanted to be doing at the annual Flynn-Fletcher Christmas party. And, she was out of punch.

Sure, she hated football, but Buford didn't do it was worth sticking it out if that meant she could spend time with him.

"I know, that's what I thought! Then I was watchin' him and as he kicked the ball outta ma hands he did this crazy backflip thing, landin' the ball in the opposite end zone!" Other guests looked over at the couple due to Buford's outburst, but quickly went back to mingling and talking.

Now Adyson in was interested.

"Get outta town! That's impossible!" She exclaimed, not noticing the suspicious look Phineas gave her from behind Buford's head where he and Ferb were standing.

"Right?!-" Buford started, but was interrupted by a small "ahem".

Both Adyson and Buford looked to their left where Isabella stood, a mischievous smile on her lips. "You've gotta respect tradition," she stated as she pointed to the ceiling above the couple's heads.

They both looked up.

"What!" Buford exclaimed. "No way, girly," he growled at Isabella but was caught off guard when Adyson grabbed his face and kissed him straight on the lips.

"Isabella's right, you can't forget tradition," Adyson said when they parted.

2. |\\\\\| (Ages: 25)

Isabella leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and living room and watched the mingling guests before her.

She had found the perfect spot to catch her certain unsuspecting someone...

Here, it was private enough, yet not too empty.

If someone came along, like a friend or family member or someone that she didn't want to, well...kiss, she could scoot a couple steps to the left and be free of the mistletoe above her head, but it was just as easy to step right back under.

Isabella looked at her surroundings.

She just loved the Flynn-Fletcher's annual Christmas party. Practically the whole neighborhood came each year, it was so much fun. When it got dark out, Linda lit a couple candles here and there and turned off everything but a few lamps. It gave the whole house a very warm and intimate feeling. That along with the traditional Christmas decorations, the fabulous food, and the company, made it the perfect December night.

"Waiting for me?" A teasing voice asked from her right.

Isabella pulled herself from her thoughts and broke her gaze from the dining room table.

There, standing before her, was Ferb. "I couldn't find you, so I thought I'd wait at our designated meeting spot," Isabella teased back as she pushed off the wall.

"Under the mistletoe is our designated meeting spot?" Ferb asked with a sarcastic tone while wrapping his arms around Isabella's waist and pulling her to him.

Isabella smiled at her husband. She could hardly believe this amazing man was hers.

They had been married a year and a half. That year had been the best year of her life and Isabella was looking forward to having kids with Ferb. She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him.

"You didn't get the memo I left on the kitchen table this morning?" Isabella asked, confused.

Ferb smiled softly. "No, I was at work, love."

"Oh, just kiss me already," Isabella told him impatiently.

Ferb happily complied to his wife's demands and leaned closer.

"Ferb! I need your help with something!" The two heard Phineas announce as he came inside from the backyard, sending a gust of cold wind into the kitchen.

From what Isabella knew, he had been out there for the majority of the party, setting up some kind of light show for later. She hoped he would've been out there longer, but of course he, in all his Santa hat-clad glory, had to come in now.

"Wait here?" Ferb whispered. There was a disappointment in his voice, but Isabella could see the mischief in his eyes.

Isabella nodded. "Sure, go. I don't need you to myself anyways." She joked.

Ferb sent her a look before letting her go and grabbing his coat to join his brother who had shortly disappeared after his announcement.

3. |\\\\\| (ages 12)

"Isabella, could you go help Phineas with the snack table?" Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher asked the girl who had been sweeping up crumbs in the kitchen.

The Flynn-Fletcher Christmas block party had ended moments ago when the last neighbor had walked through the door. Now the hosts, along with some help, had started the daunting task of cleaning up.

It wasn't so bad, Isabella often thought. She and Phineas usually got stuck together doing some task, like rinsing dishes, vacuuming, or, like this time, putting away the food.

"Of course, Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher!" Isabella replied, happily skipping over to the snack table where Phineas was already putting chips back into their bags and goodies into plastic containers.

"Hey, Phineas! May I help?" Isabella asked politely.

"Sure! I don't suppose you brought some extra containers?" He inquired.

Isabella shook her head and apologized before picking up a bowl and dumping the crunchy contents back into its bag. She, with her companion, failed to notice the little green sprig above their heads, which was uncommon for Isabella since she was the one who always hung the mistletoe and kept track of it. She knew that she hadn't put any at the snack table.

"Oh! Would you look at that!" The two heard Linda exclaim.

Both turned around curiously at the exclamation, seeing Linda and Ferb standing on the other side of the room, a camera hidden "discreetly" behind Linda's pant leg.

"What?" Phineas asked as Isabella automatically looked up. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized.

She and Phineas were under the mistletoe.

Finally, was all the girl could think.

As an answer to his brother's question, Ferb pointed to the spot above their heads.

Isabella could've sworn Phineas' neck almost snapped when it whipped upward towards the ceiling. His face turned red, very red. Not of anger, Isabella was sure of that taking into account the sheepish look he gave her.

Isabella was giddy. On the outside, she was as cool as a snowflake of course, but on the inside... Her heart was beating fast, rushing blood to her cheeks. Her mind was buzzing and her hands were shaking with excitement. This was it. This was her moment. The moment she had been waiting for all her life.

Nonchalantly, Phineas shrugged his shoulders, but Isabella refused to let that get her down as he leaned forwards.

They were twelve now. He was taller and Isabella no longer had to look down to see him, which was a plus in her book when it came to her perfect moment. His hair looked so soft, yet edgy and messy, just the way he always wore it. The skin around his eyes crinkled the tiniest bit when he smiled softly and leaned towards her. His lips were soft and...that was it.

They were soft. But...where were the fireworks that were supposed to happen? Where were the butterflies and where was the heart flutter? Nothing was there. She didn't feel anything.

Isabella tried to push down her disappointment, this was her dream, after all, she was supposed to enjoy it. Except the doubt came anyway. Her disappointment gathered in her throat and at her eyes as Phineas pulled away. It felt like her heart was denying her feelings. She felt like she couldn't love him the way she wanted like she had been rejected. She didn't fully love him.

"Isabella? Are you okay?" Phineas' voice sounded echoey and far away.

Yes, was her answer of course. She would always say yes to him for the rest of her life.

She would never admit defeat, never hesitate with weakness because she was Isabella Camilla Garcia-Shapiro.

She would never tell anyone the truth about her perfect moment. No one could know how disappointed and weak she felt. She was strong and she wanted everyone to believe it.

Isabella would not accept the fact that she didn't fully love him.

4. |\\\\\| (ages: 17)

Ginger sighed as she glanced upwards.

This was the tenth time they had gotten stuck under the same piece of mistletoe.

They had to be more careful next time they stopped to chat. This was ridiculous.

"Baljeet..." Ginger trailed off as the other guests looked in expectantly.

"Yes?" Was his immediate answer as he finished taking a sip out of his festive plastic cup. He then realized where they were.

"...oh...do we have to? Again? This is getting to be too much."

Ginger raised an eyebrow good-naturedly.

"I can always have Holly switch places with me," she guested towards her friend standing a few feet away talking with another guest.

Baljeet shook his head quickly, his cheeks as red as his dark complexion would allow.

"No, no, it's fine." He replied quickly, only being able to give his girlfriend a quick peck before being dragged off by Buford.

Merry Christmas!

I kinda just threw together a few one-shots, so they aren't my best...

The Phinabella one is kinda sad and doesn't have a happy ending, sorry. I don't know why I wanted to write it that way, I just wanted to change up the cliches...

-Gilly