As the boys, and I ate breakfast, the boys' parents came down to eat so after we finished, the three of us waited for them, and sat at the edge of the hot tub they had in the little sunroom right near the breakfast nook, thingy...
-whatever it's called- and soaked our feet in the steamy hot bubbling water.

As you would guess, the sunroom was bright, and sunny, and three out of four of the large walls were glass to let the warm sunlight spill into the pool area, warming up the air, and water of the pool.

There were about 8 tables with 4 chairs around each, scattered about the room around the pool, and hot tub.

Next to the door that lead to the bathrooms, there was a large cart with white neatly folded towels that had a red stripe down the middle, and an empty bin made to look like a basket was set next to it for the wet towels.

"Kids! Ready to go?" Mr. Flynn-Fletcher asked from the entrance to the pool area.

All three of us turned out head towards his voice, and nodded.

"Yeah. We'll be right there!" Phineas answered as the three of us stood up, and dried off our feet which were almost prune like.

Haha.

I was excited to go see the Eiffel Tower today, Ferb did too, though Phineas didn't seem too excited.

Knowing him he would be practically dragging Ferb, and I out the door, and to the tourist attraction at this very moment, but no, he was drying his feet off slowly, taking his time like any normal person would.

"Phineas, are you okay?" I asked for about the 3rd time since this trip started.

Phineas' head snapped towards me after he finished tying his shoes, and stood up straight.

"Yeah!" He replied way too quick then made his way out of the pool room.

I took a deep breath and sighed as I watched him leave then looked to my right at Ferb.

"He is going to be the death of me." I stated seriously before walking out as well.

I could hear him chuckle before he followed me out.

I'm not kidding. I'm almost 100% sure he will be the death of me.
Phineas can be the most stubborn person on the earth if he really wanted to.

"Phineas!" I called out in frustration as I saw him walk out of the building behind his parents.

"Come on Ferb." I mumbled as the red head disappeared. "If your not going to tell me what's wrong with him. I'm going to find out myself." I stated as I walked out of the hotel, and into the pleasantly warm air as the wind blew my hair behind me.

I hurried to catch up with the others who were standing by the curb, waiting for either a cab or tour bus.

The entire time we waited I asked Phineas over and over, but each time it was the same thing; "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." And that was all he would say until I asked him again.

He didn't seem the least bit annoyed with me, but was again tapping his foot incessantly, and he fiddled with his fingers as if he were nervous, or anxious about something.

It bothered me to see that something was bugging him, and that he didn't seem to trust me enough to tell me what it is.

I thought we were able to tell each other anything.

I sighed after asking Phineas again, if something was wrong, getting the same response, and leaned back into the black leather seat of the tour bus that we were sitting on together.

"I'll just stop asking since you obviously don't trust me enough to tell me what's bothering you." I grumbled as I crossed my arms and slid down in my seat.

Phineas quickly turned to face me.
"No, no Izzy. That's not it, it's ju-" he started "Then what?" I interrupted angrily.

Phineas sighed.
"I-it's just a little embarrassing, that's all." He said sheepishly as he looked out the window again.

Really? That's his excuse?

"And when has that ever kept us from telling each other anything?" I pointed out as the bus jolted to a stop.

"S-since," Phineas started confidently but stopped as we stood up, along with Ferb and the boys' parents.
"Never." He finished quietly as we made our way out onto the pavement near the Tower.

"See? Then why can't you tell me?" I argued as we walked behind the other three.

"I-I don't know..." Phineas trailed off with a shrug.

Okay. Whatever. I'm not going to get it out of him anytime soon, and I want to enjoy the rest of the day.
Besides, I have no room to talk.

"Fine." I said with an irritated tone, before jogging to catch up with Ferb.

As I fell into step next to Ferb, I took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh.
"I give up." I stated. "The most I've gotten out of him is that he thinks it's embarrassing." I continued.

Ferb chuckled heartily beside me as we walked along, and I glared at him.

"It's not funny!" I said as I slapped his arm with my hand.

Ferb suddenly cleared his throat as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Have you ever considered that maybe he doesn't want to tell you because it might have something to do with you?" He hinted, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at me.

I stopped walking as what he said hit me like a ton of bricks.

Of course! That has to be it!

But I started walking again and caught up with Ferb once more as I realized one thing.

"Well no. Considering his...obliviousness...that never really entered my mind." I said reasonably.

Ferb shrugged.
"You never know unless you ask."