I awoke on a sunny morning in Paris with a start, and something warm wrapped around me comfortably.

I already knew what it was and who the arm belonged to, since I remembered falling asleep last night with my head on Phineas' shoulder, but what I don't remember is how Phineas and I were laying down on top the covers when I had clearly fallen asleep sitting up.

I still had my head resting in the crook of his shoulder, with my right arm resting on top of his torso,
-hugging his waist, and Phineas had his arm wrapped around my waist while his left arm lay around the top of his head, and he snored lightly.

It was kinda cute how he could sleep so soundly.

He was still in the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday, while I was in my pajamas; I guess he didn't think about changing last night.

I wouldn't be surprised if the thought hadn't entered his mind since he's so scatterbrained.

...I say that in a good way.

I sighed out of content and snuggled closer to Phineas.

If younger me were here right now in my place, she would be squealing and giggling like there's no tomorrow, and probably would wake up Phineas.
Luckily, I've matured.

Suddenly waking up, Phineas inhaled sharply as he raised his head, and right hand so it was hovering just above my waist as he slowly opened his eyes. It was almost like he wasn't expecting to wake up with me still in his arms.

Eh...he probably wasn't.

After Phineas realized that it was just me, he relaxed and let his head fall back onto his pillow with a sigh as he closed his eyes again, -letting his hand rest on my waist once more.

"Good morning. Did I scare you?" I giggled as I smoothed out the few wrinkles in his striped shirt that he wore so often.

I just loved that shirt.
Of all the ones I've seen him wear, the white and orange striped one was my very favorite.
It reminded me of all the fun summers we had as kids.
Of course we still have fun summers, but it felt much more adventurous when we were kids.

"No." Phineas replied defensively, and way too quickly, while keeping his eyes closed.

"No?" I repeated his statement in the form of a sarcastic question as I sat up and poked his stomach as if to get him to admit the truth.

Phineas opened his blue eyes that sparkled in the morning light that poured into the room from the sliding glass door, and smiled before rolling them as a sign of giving up.

"Okay," He said. "maybe a little." He admitted sheepishly as a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

I giggled again as I began finger-combing my hair with one hand, so it didn't look like a total frizzy mess.
That would be a little embarrassing.

"What?" I asked self-consciously when I found Phineas staring at me intently, just like yesterday when we were climbing up the steps of the Eiffel Tower.

There was something in the way he looked at me that I couldn't quite grasp, but it made me believe in what Ferb said the night before more and more, and I wanted so bad to be the one Phineas was supposedly in love with.

It didn't seem so impossible anymore.

Phineas quickly shook his head and cleared his throat as he sat up, before scratching his ear nervously.

"N-nothing." He replied hesitantly as he cast his eyes downward so they were looking at his lap.

I felt a little let down after hearing him answer. There was still so much he wasn't telling me. I could tell.

But obviously he didn't feel comfortable telling me, and since I had already tried so hard to get him to tell me something the day before that had ended up being told eventually, I tried not to worry about it and make myself trust him, and to believe that he would tell me on his own.

"...okay." I replied, but as much as I tried to hide the small amount of sadness/disappointment in my voice, it didn't do any good.

I suddenly made my way to the foot of the bed, and set my feet onto the soft white carpet before standing up and walking to the bathroom so I could partake in my morning activities, such as getting dressed and ready for the day.

"Hey, Izzy?" Phineas asked quietly since he didn't want to wake up Ferb.

I stopped walking and turned around to face him.

He was still sitting on the bed, but with a concentrated look on his face, as if he were trying to solve a very hard math equation in his head.

"Yes, Phineas?" I replied, -giving him my undivided attention as always.

"How do you know when your in love?"