"Yup… I know… in the backyard? Oh, sweetheart I think Candace might have told you a couple tall tales. So why don't you and your mom stop by in a few hours? What… of course I'll be getting you kids snacks… just like the old days… ok… bye bye sweetie."

Linda Flynn-Fletcher hung up the phone. It would be so nice for the boys to reunite with their childhood friend. She hoped they would remember her. Well, Vivian had said Isabella had been keeping in touch. As Linda turned to go downstairs, she caught her two boys attempting to sneak into Phineas' room. Her eyes narrowed.

"Boys, what are you up to? I figured you would be downstairs, ready for breakfast."

Phineas turned to Ferb frantically, and then back towards his mother. "Uh, uh, NOTHING! We are up to absolutely nothing! I mean, what would we be up to, we're just some sleepy young men, and, and we definitely were not listening to you talk on the phone, 'cause that would be wrong!" Phineas said, and flashed an unrealistically huge smile towards his mom and then Ferb.

Ferb covered his eyes with his hands, and started shaking his head. You see, this is why Phineas never lied. He silently prayed to himself that Linda wouldn't get upset or suspicious. They only had a couple hours, or less, until Isabella came over. They could not waste any time by getting in trouble. And Ferb could not afford to tell another person his secret. For someone so positive all the time, Phineas sure had gone off on him.

Luckily for the boys, Linda dismissed Phineas' comment. "I'm going downstairs to make you breakfast, and I'm also going to be making brunch for later. We have a SPECIAL guest coming over."

Ferb watched his mom go downstairs, and then let out the huge breath he had been holding in. He then turned and glared at Phineas. His brother wasn't paying attention to him though.

"Ok, good, good, Mom doesn't suspect anything. Bro, you kind of owe me for that quick save just then."

Ferb couldn't help it; he whacked Phineas in the back of his head, then he pulled his grumbling brother into the bedroom.

X

Isabella sighed. "Mom, can we open the skylight?"

"Of course, darling."

The window began opening, and Isabella stuck her head through it. The sun was shining, and it was the perfect temperature outside. She laughed. She had never been so happy in her life.

However, the car was going at a fairly fast speed, making the top of the car very windy. Isabella stuck her head back in the car. Her mother glanced at her, and began chuckling.

"What?" Isabella asked.

"Your hair looks like a puffball."

"Aaaahhh!" Isabella squealed, as she shrunk down into the seat and covered her hair with both hands.

"That's what you get for sticking it out the window."

"Aaahh, no, Mami, you have to fix it!"

Vivian smiled at her daughter. "Why? What are you so dressed up for anyway?"

Isabella blushed bright red. "Nothing." She muttered, and turned to look out the window.

Isabella felt pretty close to exploding. Every house, every tree, was looking more and more familiar. Of course, some things were new or different, but most of it was the same. I'm almost there, she thought. I'm almost with Phineas.

X

"Ok," Phineas began. He was wearing an army helmet, covered in camouflage, and was holding a ruler, with which he was pointing at a large chalkboard, where he had drawn several things. "First thing's first, roll call. Lieutenant Ferb?"

"Are you serious right now?" Ferb said, exasperated, from Phineas' bed.

"I repeat, Lieutenant Ferb!?"

"Present." Ferb groaned.

"Good man. Ok, Private Perry?"

The aging platypus sitting next to Ferb on the bed made his signature noise.

"Men, in exactly .5 hours, our stronghold will be breached by a foreign invader. Now we were once allies with this invader, and the Lieutenant has assured me that we can be again. Our job is to come up with a plan to help the Lieutenant make contact with her. I have drawn some diagrams to match the plans I have already come up with."

Phineas smacked at the chalkboard loudly. "Plan A: The haunted house. We re-create a more deadly looking version of our famous haunted house in front of the real house. Then, you and Dad and Baljeet dress up in costumes, and tell Isabella that it's cursed, and…"

"Next." Said Ferb.

"Plan B: The amnesia-inator. We create a ray to zap Isabella and make her forget that she ever emailed us. Well?"

Ferb just stared at him.

Phineas gulped. "Ok. Plan C: Denial. We pretend we never knew this Isabella, and we go to the park instead."

Ferb groaned loudly.

Phineas frowned at him. "And finally, my personal favorite, Plan D: The truth. You tell Isabella you were the one emailing her."

Ferb got up. "Or we could just do my plan of you pretending you emailed her."

Phineas glared at him. "I already said I wasn't going to do that Ferb!"

Now Ferb was glaring too. "So you won't simply pretend that you wrote a couple emails to a friend, but you'll dress up as an army general and come up with a million ridiculous schemes?!"

"At least I'm trying to help!" Phineas shouted.

Ferb sighed, and his angry demeanor went away. "I know."

"And I'm sorry for being annoying or obnoxious, or whatever you think I was being." Phineas said.

Both the boys were silent. Ferb didn't know what to do or to say. It felt like a hug moment. Ferb hadn't hugged his brother in years. But that was too awkward for two 21-year old guys. So he did nothing.

DING DONG!

Both the boys almost jumped out of their skins.

"She's here!" Ferb whispered.

The guys almost slithered their way to the staircase, but neither of them wanted to go down. Ferb pointed towards Phineas.

"No you go!" Phineas said.

Ferb shook his head violently.

"Ok, we can just stay here and look at the door then."

The bell rang again, and they saw Mom walk up to the door. Both the boys crouched lower. She was opening it! Ferb couldn't bear to watch, but he couldn't keep his eyes away.

As soon as the door opened, the hall was filled with joyful noise. Mom and Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro were embracing, and laughing, and Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro was blubbering in Spanish.

"It's so great to see you again Linda!"

"I know! Where's Isabella, by the way?"

Ferb felt like he was going to throw up.

"Oh," Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro laughed. "We had a little hair emergency. Isa! Come in here! I fixed it, you look fine!"

Isabella was shaking like a leaf, but she stepped inside.

Wow. That was all Ferb could think. Ferb had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. She was moderately tall, and slender. Her skin was heavenly fair, with not a blemish nor scar anywhere. Her hair was amazing; cascading down her back, raven black, shiny, yet fluffy. She had the most perfect figure, curvaceous, but still dainty. She was wearing a floaty pink short dress; she managed to look delicately sweet and dangerously sexy at the same time. Ferb felt his heart stop.

Whoa. That was all Phineas could think. Phineas had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. She was wearing minimal makeup, but the little she had on made her face glow pink. Her eyes were a wintery blue, with long long eyelashes. She stood, tall, proud, and confident. Phineas felt something he had never before.

Isabella. Phineas thought. As if in an instant, memories of his childhood came flooding back. Isabella, the fireside troop leader. Isabella, the curious girl from down the street. Isabella, the girl so cute, she could win a battle at it. Phineas felt something born in him that had never been there before.

"Ok." He said.

"What?" Ferb said.

"I'll do it. I'll pretend I wrote to her."

"Really?" Ferb said, relieved.

"Yup, we're going through with your plan of attack."

Another fun chapter for me to write. I don't really like hyping up Isabella though. So based on who has been PM-ing me and reviewing, a lot of you guys like Phinbella AND Ferbella. Well, this story is beginning to become a love triangle... what will happen next? Please PM and review!

Love Silver