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Third Person

Phineas quickly turned to see a certain girl in a pink dress walking towards him. She doesn't seem to notice him, but is walking in his direction nonetheless. He quickly sneaks away, but fails miserably. He tried to get his cape and mask back on, while moving quickly, but quietly. This resulted in a huge fail. Pretty much, his mask and cape flew far past him, and he stepped on a twig, causing it to snap loudly. But that's not even the end. He tripped over a large branch, and landed in a sitting position. The girl finally heard him, and walked over. He avoided as much eye contact as possible. But, of course, to no avail.

"Who are you?" she inquired.

"Umm" he started, quickly thinking. He was trying to figure out a good fake name. He was about to say something like Sam or Mike, but accidentally shouted, "uh Phineas!"

'Darn' he thought. Why did he always tell the truth. Especially to future victims!

"Oh, that's an interesting name. Mine's Isabella, but you probably, uh, knew that." she said, her face turning more red at the second. She didn't like to sound pompous or that she enjoyed being princess, and known to people nationwide. She truly didn't, but it usually came across like she did.

He nodded. He enjoyed her company, but that was the problem. He couldn't really get to know her. He was already going to have problem killing her. She seemed nice, smart, a bit pretty… He forced himself to stop thinking.

"Well, nice seeing you, but I must be-" he stopped. He was cut off. She was… crying.

He felt bad for her. In his pity, he found himself sitting next to her, attempting to comfort her.

"Hey, what's- what's wrong?"

She shook he head. "My life. I'm forced to become queen, I don't even want to be! I have to get married to that stuck up jerk! I've never been farther than these woods! I don't even have a real friend to talk to! My entire life's been like this! I'm already 20, and my life's going to stay the same! And now I have to marry that Baljeet and raise a family with him! And- and…"

He stopped her there. He started patting her back saying little things like, "it's okay" and "it'll get better soon". She shook her head again.

"No! No it won't, it's only- wait. Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! We don't even know each other and I'm boring you to death with my little problems. I'm so sorry"

Now, he shook his head. "No, trust me it's fine. I don't really… I don't really get the chance to talk much." he said, blushing slightly. "This is fun." he said, blushing up a storm.

She didn't seem to believe him at first. However, she kept talking.

"Okay. Well, how about you? What do you do?"

Oh great. The one question he didn't want to hear. How should he answer this? He can't tell the truth. Not to mention, despite his job, he was terrible at lying.

"I uh, bring people to justice." he said nervously. Great! 'Why didn't I just say I work at an inn or something stupid like that?" he thought angrily to himself.

She looked confused at this. "What does that mean?" she said, obviously intrigued.

'Fantastic!' he thought sarcastically. "Well, you see. Say someone's wanted for something." he started.

She nodded slightly.

"Well, I bring them to the guards. Or if someone harasses or threatens someone else, I'll bring them in." he said quickly. 'Well it may not be true entirely, but it's not false entirely. I do find people that bother or harass others. Sometimes they are wanted, but not that often. The only complete lie is that I don't kill them myself. But I suppose I do bring them to justice though.' he thought, weighing out how true it was, and how long he'd be able to remember it.

"Oh really?" she asked interested.

He nodded.

"That's amazing. So, are you on the clock right now?" she asked, somewhat jokingly, somewhat seriously.

He thought for a minute. "Uh, yeah." he muttered nervously, hoping she'd drop it. That one was entirely true. He was hunting someone down.

She nodded.

The conversation continued like this. She talked about her life, he said things about his life. Some were true, some weren't. But it wasn't like he could say the truth.

After hours of talking, the princess realized how long it had been.

"Oh my gosh. I have to get back" she said, a bit disappointed.

He looked out, and could immediately see how late it was, or rather, how early it was. As much as Phineas hated to admit it, he was extremely disappointed. He had indeed gotten to know her too well. But he'd just have to suck it up, and kill her in two weeks. Plain and simple. Back to the conversation though.

"Wait, Phineas" she gasped.

"What?"

"Will I see you again?"

Now he felt bad. She'd see him on the day of the crowning, that's for sure. "I'm sure we'll run into each other. But yeah, I'd like to."

"Meet me here tomorrow at midnight." she said, then hesitated. "Promise!" she added, a bit forcefully.

He put his hands up jokingly, as if to surrender. "I'd love to." he said, genuinely.

Looking pleased, she gave him a goodbye hug and ran towards the castle. He was sure to watch her the whole time.

He sighed, and set up a shelter, after getting his mask and stuff back of course. Nothing fancy, just a small campfire and a place to sleep. Plus a little covering just in case there's bad weather.

The next day… at midnight.

'Where is she?' he thought to himself. He had cleared out everything that could possibly make it look like he'd slept out there. He also hid his bag and other clothes and supplies. If she saw any of them, she'd just ask questions, questions he wouldn't be able to answer. It was a few minutes, but she showed up. As soon as she saw him, her whole face lit up.

…

This had continued for a few days. Every night, at midnight, they'd meet out there. Phineas had stopped spying on her. First of all, she'd hate him if she saw him. Secondly, it just felt wrong to him now. Their fourth night of seeing each other had just passed, and Phineas sighed as he watched her run back to the castle. He missed her already. But not tonight. He knew what he was going to do.

Isabella's POV

Man, that is one tiring run. But it's worth it. The only thing I ever look forward to is seeing him. What else is there? Oh, I could look forward to marrying Baljeet. Oh wait, that'd be sarcasm. He's gotten worse lately. He doesn't even speak to me. And on the rare occasion he does, it's about being crowned. Although, he doesn't sound so enthusiastic. Uh. I already miss him, Phineas I mean. He's so nice. He has so many sad things going on in his life, but would never trouble someone else with his problems. However, I was able to weasel one story out of him. It was quite sad. It was about his childhood. His parents were murdered wrongly, and he got sent to some orphanage. The people who ran the place were unforgivably cruel, and he only had a couple friends. But they got adopted soon after he met them. A few weeks actually. So all in all, we both had bad childhoods. Well, mine wasn't that dramatic. All mine was was just having to be so proper and not having real friends, etc. But anyways, he's just so- optimistic. After he told me his sad little story, he smiled. I still remember exactly what he said. "Well, I suppose it's good that it happened. If it didn't, I probably never would have met you." it was such a sweet thing to say.

Creak!

What was that?!

Okay, know I heard I click-like sound. What's going on?

Wait? Was that a rock? Hitting my window? I look out. Oh my gosh! There he is. It's him- Phineas.