Isabella's POV

I gotta admit, I really didn't think they would fall for it. Me and Isaac? Different people? We look exactly alike! This has to be the dumbest people in the world… to… get into one of the finest boarding-schools in the country and build roller coasters at age 10… well, still. They're pretty stupid to not see it, but I'm grateful for their stupid brains at the moment.

"So Isabella, how did you and Isaac meet?" asks Baljeet as we walk through the park. I scratch my neck, trying to come up with an answer.

"Uhm… we…" I stutter. Come on Isabella, think of something! Anything, in the city, at a movie, in a store… Mc Donalds? Anything!

"We met at the pharmacy!" I exclaim quickly. They all furrow their eyebrows and cock their heads(at the same time as well, if I wouldn't have been in this situation I totally would have laughed at that.).

"Uhh, at the pharmacy?" asks Phineas with a confused tone. Great Isabella, the pharmacy. You couldn't have picked something more ordinary and… teenagy? Okay, I gotta prevent my mouth from saying weird things, think through the next thing you say, okay?

I nod frantically and fiddle with my fingers. "Yup, the pharmacy! We… bumped into each other when we both were in the contraceptives-section!" I exclaim, but I immediately regret those words. My eyes widen and I slowly lift a finger up to my lips, which holds a big grin.

Okay, it's official. I'm gonna sew up my freaking mouth, it's never allowed to be opened again! I might as well throw myself into a tsunami or something, where I would finally shut the fuck up!

About a half-second after I said it, Baljeet is practically on the ground from choking on his own spit, Ferb is… well, Ferb, but even he is slightly chocked from my former statement, and Phineas stares at me, eyes as wide as… the entire universe, slowly turning pale.

"You… what?" asks he, slowly pointing his finger at me. I blush heavily, rubbing my left arm with my right hand like crazy, looking everywhere but at them. Great, now I've probably scarred those poor innocent boys.

Suddenly, Phineas's paleness disappears and is replaced by a giant grin, which slowly cracks into laughter. I laugh unsurely and uncomfortably, nodding. "Yup, you gotta be protected, I guess?" I say. Suddenly my expression turns into an offended one and I cross my arms over my chest. "Wait, why are you laughing? What's so funny? Is it that weird I get to be with someone?"

Phineas shakes his head and his laughter dies down to chuckles. "N-no… it's just, I can't picture Isaac being with someone!" he says. After about a second, his eyes widen and he puts up his hands in defense. "Oh, sorry. No offense. I mean, I really don't wanna upset you if you're as good in fighting as he is." He says.

I laugh and shake my head. "Hey, no offense taken. You guys are right, he's not… the coolest guy in town, but he's sweet, loyal and a really good listener… and he's trustworthy and is really protecting me. He really is a good boyfriend." I lie, but honestly, I think it sounded incredibly believable. I'm one heck of an actress! Wait, haven't I already said how 'Isaac' is like? Oh gosh, now they probably think I'm a boring person who only talks about certain things all the time!

But fortunately, Ferb smiles. "I think that sounds really legit. Trust is one of the most important things in a relationship." He says. I look at him surprised. That was one of the few times I've heard him say anything…

Phineas nods as we walk to the bumper cars. "That's true bro. Now, who's ready for some bumper cars?" he asks and rubs his hands together. I throw my hand up in the air excitedly.

"Ohh, me, me! I'm gonna drive over you nerds!" I exclaim and run up to the line, shortly followed by the others. Phineas looks at me and grins happily. I giggle at him. "What?" I ask. He shakes his head frantically, as if in waking up from a daydream or something, and blushes slightly.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just excited for some bumper cars!" he says. I smirk and wave my hand in front of me.

"Yeah, yeah." He chuckles and starts talking with Ferb and Baljeet. I can't help but throw an extra glimpse on him as well. He's actually not been mean to me this week, no matter how weird I've been or how many times he's caught me staring at him. And that's not just one time…

Phineas's POV

As we step off our fourth ride for the evening, I suddenly realize that Isaac's not back from the bathroom. Wow, he sure can't go on rollercoasters. I wonder why he even went in the beginning…

I tap Isabella on the shoulder and she turns to me with a smile. Her smile is really beautiful actually… hey, I guess it doesn't hurt to think that your roommate's girlfriend is beautiful? No one knows about what happens in my head! I'm sure no one would like to know either, it's so weird in here…

"Uhm, Isabella? Isn't Isaac gonna be here soon?" I ask her. Her smile disappears and she looks around frantically, starting to fiddle with her fingers. Haven't I seen Isaac do that a couple of times as well? When he's nervous or is lying or something. I have caught him lying a few times, yeah.

"Well… I don't know! He-he went on a rollercoaster right?" she stutters. I eye her weirdly and nod.

"Yeah… you said you met him on his way to the toilet, right? Remember?" I ask her. She snorts and nods.

"Of course I do! I was just gonna check if you remembered!" she says, then she shakes her head and punches me on my upper arm. "No, I wasn't, I'm just plain weird. Anyway, I actually don't know, but I think he's not going on any more rides." She says.

I rub my arm where she hit me and Baljeet picks up his phone. "Well, I can call him then. Hang on, it's ringing." He says and brings his phone to his ear. Isabella gasps and tries to stop hinm.

"No, no! Don't call-" she starts, but becomes interrupted by a phone ringing in her back-pocket. She becomes dead quiet and her eyes slowly travel down to the ringing phone, then up to us again.

Baljeet starts to look around confused, then at his phone. "Uhm… is it just a coincidence that your phone is ringing at the same time Isabella?" he asks and looks down to her phone, then at his screen again.

She puts her hands in her back-pockets and the sound suddenly dies down. She laughs nervously and looks at Baljeet. "What do you mean? I didn't her anything." She says. We all look at her suspiciously, until Baljeet stops calling.

"He's not answering…" he says, and Isabella sighs in relief, removing her hands from her pockets. Baljeet brings the phone up to his ear again. "I'll try again." He says. I look at Isabella and her face is once again filled with horror, as her phone starts ringing again.

I look at her weirdly. "Isabella… why is your phone ringing at the exact same time as Baljeet calls Isaac?" I ask her. She quickly puts her hand down in her pocket, picks something up behind her back and throws it away. I can hear it crash into the bushes and a cat meows.

I look at the bushes, then back at Isabella, who's grinning brightly. "What sound? No sound here, I don't even have my cell-phone! I think I forgot it at home…" she says and starts walking. "Well, it seems like he's not answering! We're gonna have to keep going without him, I guess!" she says and waves us on. "Come on, guys! The park isn't gonna be open forever!" she exclaims and waves for us to come along.

I look at Ferb and Baljeet, who looks back weirdly. Then, at the same time, we all shrug and follow Isabella.

Isabella's POV

We walk through the park for a while, trying to find something to do. And now I'm pissed, too. I threw away my phone! Stupid Baljeet… but nevermind, maybe I can go back and get it later. It feels like Phineas has been looking at me quite much tonight… Baljeet too, but I don't care about him looking. He did have a girlfriend too, right?

My thoughts are interrupted by Phineas's hand sticking out in front of my face. I gasp and stop immediately, following where Phineas's finger is pointing. "Look, guys! We should totally try that!" he exclaims. The thing he's pointing on is a 'test-your'strenght' machine.

"Guys, let's try it out!" he shouts and we run up to it. I look at the strong guy in our age who's currently trying to slam the club onto the small platform to make a little thing fly up along the tall yardstick.

He uses all of his strength and slams down the club, shouting as he does it. The little thing flies up to 90%. The man turns around and nods proudly as he leaves. He walks up to us and brushes fake-dust off of his shoulder, grinning victoriously.

"Were you guys just watching me, or did some of you tiny things want to try this out? Maybe impress the nice chick here? I really don't think you should, you would hurt yourselves. Leave the impressing to me, will ya?" he says mockingly to us.

I scoff at him. Is he really this shallow? No, no. Not today he's not.

I'm just about to scream into his face that he can go back to that steroid-shack he came from and show him exactly what a little girl can do- but suddenly, Ferb steps up in front of us and nods to strong-arms over there. He walks up to the club and picks it up, feeling it in his hands for a while.

The guy starts laughing at him hysterically. "Are you gonna try? Against me? Yeah, yeah go ahead. I wanna see it!" he teases. I smirk and look at Ferb knowingly. He would never do this if he wasn't sure about it, that's for sure.

Ferb pays the man who's running the attraction and looks up at the yard-stick(I call it that now, okay.) he takes three steps back and rolls his shoulders a little bit. I look at the guy, who still has a hard time containing himself. He's seriously gonna burst out in laughter any minute now.

Then, Ferb takes one step forward and slams down the club with everything he got. The metal-ball flies up fast and manages to reach 98%. We all cheer and Ferb takes his price, a big, inflatable hammer.

He walks back up to us and looks at the muscular guy, his jaw is practically on the ground. Ferb walks up to him, looks at him, and pokes the hammer in his head. I laugh loudly at it and walk up to the guy.

"What were you saying about tiny? Are you always judging a person by the outside?" I ask sarcastically. He looks at me and pokes me in the shoulder with his palm.

"And who are you to talk, little girl? Why so cocky when your friend does something better than me? You think you can do better?" he asks cockily. His eyes pierce mine and it seems like he thinks he's seriously digging through my soul. He really isn't.

I smirk at him and stand on my tip-toes to face him. "I didn't say that, steroid-Ken. I just said my friend just beat you. But sure, I can try. Seems fun." I say and poke him in his chest with my index finger.

I walk up to the man who's holding it and pay him for one try, then I pick up the heavy club. It seemed much lighter from grandstand… but that won't be a problem, I guess. I look back at the guys who's looking at me expectantly.

I look back at the yard-stick and grin as I spit in my hand and grab the club firmly. I take three steps back, close my eyes, take a deep breath. It's time to show this muscle-dude who's in charge around here. Even though this is really not important or like the Olympics or something… just that it's fun to show people you're better than them.

I open my eyes, take two steps forward and throw my torso and arms forward with everything I got, making the club slam into the platform hard. The metal-ball starts flying up, up, up. The speed is slowly running out as it starts to reach the top. I cross my fingers as it almost reaches the top, hoping that it will, so I can show that thing what a woman can do.

Suddenly, I hear pling-sounds everywhere and lamps starts to blink in different colors. I look up to see that the metal-ball, as I hoped, reached the top. My eyes widen and I throw my arms in the air, cheering. "I have no idea how I did that, but I did!" I shout as I take my big stuffed panda-bear prize, which is almost as big as me, by the surprised man who works there.

I walk back to the guys with a victorious grin plastered on my lips. "Maybe you should go back to your steroid-shack where you came from and practice some more. Then maybe one day, you'll beat me." I say to the speechless guy who's just, like everybody else, staring at me. And yes, I got to say it! Steroid-shack… I like it.

Okay, it's been more than a month, I know, and I am sorry. But as you will see in my next chapter of When Two Worlds Collide, I've got a lot of things on my mind right now! I apologize deeply and I'll try my best to update as often as I can!

But I hope you guys liked this chapter(and yes, Phineas and the others were speechless and chocked as well. Well, Ferb 's always speechless, so don't mind him. Even if he's supercool.) and I'll see you in the next!