(Just before the plane lands in Paris.)
~Isabella~
I awoke to the tickling sensation of someone's warm breath hitting the top of my head, and forehead, and immediately felt the weight of someone else's head -probably Phineas'- resting ever so slightly on my own.
I opened my eyes slowly, and realized we were still on the plane.
Bored, half asleep, and slightly curious, I glanced around at my surroundings, not moving my head that felt too heavy.
The royal blue, cushioned seats weren't the most comfortable things in the world to sit on as they were kind of hard, and the whole cabin had a faint smell of Apple Cinnamon air freshener, and stale bagged peanuts.
There was a slight hint of mold in some corners, and spidery cobwebs in others. The seats had some stains here, and there, probably from drinks, like coffee, or juice.
This place needed some good dusting, and vacuuming...man.
But all in all my surroundings weren't too unpleasant...
Tired of this slightly uncomfortable position, and the pain in my neck, I slowly pulled my head out from under Phineas', and sat up straight, making sure to not look out the window in the process.
Ferb was awake, reading a book, and the boys' parents were listening to music together while also reading something.
"Hey Ferb." I said sleepily, grabbing the teen's attention. "How long until we get to the airport?" I asked when he lifted his head to look at me.
He held up 3 fingers, then made an "0", signaling the number 30.
"30 minutes?" I asked to clarify.
Ferb nodded, and went back to his book.
Wow, I had been asleep a long time.
I looked around for my pink, and black backpack that I had taken on the plane with me, in search for the book brought.
I found my bag on the floor next to my foot, and quickly, but quietly un-zipped it when I set it on my lap.
After pulling out my book, and opening it to the page I had been on last time I read it, I began to read the next chapter as I inhaled the fresh scent of ink, and paper you get when you open a new book.
Its just simply...full of mixed emotions, but relaxing.
They should make it a perfume.
Ink, and paper...
For me this brings back so many memories, and emotional moments.
It's the scent I smell when I write in my old diary, or when I buy a new book.
It's what I smell when I write about Phineas, and my failed attempts to get him to finally notice me.
Ink, and paper...well...it actually has a huge part in my life.
I usually read, and write when I'm upset -or in this case; Bored- I also write when I'm happy, and excited.
I actually write all the time.
About Phineas.
It gets kind of old actually.
I turned the page of my book.
Wait, what did I just read?
I groaned quietly, and turned my page back to where I originally started, and re-read the whole page, scanning it quickly so I could move on as soon as possible.
After having some idea on what I was reading, I again turned the page, and continued with the story, noticing that it was slowly getting more, and more boring as the book went on.
"Yeah- no." I said quietly to myself, shutting my book with a quiet thud.
I was not going to be able to concentrate on the story, not when I should be thinking about ways to get it through Phineas' obliviousness while we're here in Paris...
I honestly have to clue how I'm going to do this...but I'll find a way.
I have to, or I might just lose my mind.
I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by a sudden movement beside me, and I heard a panicked gasp escape Phineas' mouth. "Isabella!" He whisper-yelled to himself.
At the mention of my name, I looked over at him, and he was sitting up straight in his seat, with his hands gripping the arm rests for dear life.
His eyes were wide, and he had a terrified look on his face.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
Did he have a bad dream or something? Did he suddenly remember something he had to do? Did he look out the window?
Now that I think about it, how come heights only bother the three of us when we're on a plane, and not any of the other crazy thing they've built?
Well actually, their inventions are so crazy, and fast that I don't think our brains have time to register the fact were about 300 feet in the air sometimes.
"Phineas what's wrong?" I asked him as I put my hand in his shoulder.
Still wide eyed he looked over at me, and visibly relaxed.
Phineas looked away from me and exhaled quickly a couple times, and put a hand on his chest as if I had scared him, and he was catching his breath.
Whatever he was freaking out about, it sure was kind of funny watching him.
I smiled, and tried to hide a giggle, but it came out anyway in a quiet, sort of snort.
He looked at me again. "Um, nothing..." He said as he scratched his ear, and his eyes avoided my face.
Ha. Dead giveaway.
That's what he does when he tries to lie, or he's nervous.
I raised and eyebrow as his eyes finally met mine.
He knows I know, and I know he knows I know.
Was that confusing?
Sorry.
I might have accidentally broken your brains.
And...there goes the fourth wall...
"What?" Phineas nervously asked as I kept looking at him suspiciously.
"Attention passengers, please prepare for landing." The captain's voice kindly said over the speaker.
I just narrowed my eyes slightly in a teasing manner, then looked away from the boy next to me, and put my book back into my bag before fastening my seat belt.
We were finally in Paris.