A/N: Hey guys! You just left me with my jaw dropped this time. Ten reviews! Huge thanks to ay2001, Rebb R-001, Dreadwing216, FrostyJudge (by the way, he just posted his first story on this site; believe me, you should totally give it a read), Exotos135, MarieFlynn, jolleIQ, Maylinn17, Sabrina Kelly and Rorscarch. You guys never cease to amaze me.
After the last chapter, I really felt like writing a sequel; which was also later suggested by jolleIQ. So, here it is! I hope you enjoy!
I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

Phineas looked outside, hearing sudden, loud chatting. He noticed the former Fireside Girls leaving Isabella's house. Technically, he could come over now, as he had offered. Yet he stood still at the window, unsure of what to do. Should he call her? Or...

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden sound of his ringtone. He picked up the phone as soon as he noticed Isabella's name on the screen.

"Hey," he said, worried about how would she sound this time.

"Hi, Phineas." Her voice was a bit more perky than previously. He sighed mentally with relief.

"So... the girls just left... If you still wanna come over." She ended the sentence so that it sounded more like a question.

"Oh, yeah... Of course," he assured her at once. "I'll be there right away."

"All right," she said, and it seemed to him she might have even smiled slightly.

A couple of minutes later, Phineas knocked on Isabella's door.

"Come in!" she called out, and so he entered the room.

Even though she sounded better, she was still not what Phineas would consider happy. Additionally, he noticed quite a number of tissues in the trash can, at which he frowned. What could make her so depressed?

"Come on, sit down," she said, making room on her bed. Phineas took the place next to her. He wasn't sure whether he should ask what caused her to be so down.

"Is there any way I can help?" he simply asked.

A moment of silence.

"Could you just... hug me?" she said, staring at the opposite wall. "I... think I could really use one right now."

He didn't even ask why, even though the request surprised him. But without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and pressed her head to his shoulder.

Isabella embraced him as well. That was what she needed; she just wished she could tell him the reason. Why couldn't this happen more often? His hand stopped moving and rested on her cheek, his thumb stroking it gently.

"Do you know what it feels like, never being sure if your feelings are requited?" she asked, not even knowing why. She wanted to share what she felt, and somehow explain the situation, and that was the first thing that occurred to her, even though it was specific. However, unfortunately, the consequences didn't even cross her mind.

What?

He involuntarily froze at the question, which startled her. Unrequited feelings? Who could she mean? Because, obviously, it wasn't him, if she was talking to him about it. He wasn't sure how to cope with that. He felt that right now he could really use some comfort as well.

Not aware how much his answer mattered, he kept silent for a while, then muttered quietly, "Yes."

WHAT?

Isabella hoped he didn't notice her wide eyes. She had asked that question without any further thought, she hadn't even expected an answer; but that was the last thing she thought would happen. So it was all in vain? He never even turned his attention to her, simply falling for someone else? Because he wouldn't talk about her with her, right? Now, she really wished she had held that question and remained there quietly; calmer, happier, and wrapped up in his arms. His muscles stiffened, and she was afraid of making any further move.

They both decided to act as though nothing had happened, as though it were just a comforting conversation between friends.

"Is it that hard for you too?" she asked, feeling almost nothing now. Maybe just emptiness.

He sighed. "Yes."

They continued talking like this, as if it weren't about each other. Both Isabella and Phineas were becoming more and more miserable as they listened to each other disclose their feelings, wishing they were meant for them. If only they knew how much they hurt each other by confessing that they wished that other person would notice them.

Phineas decided it was time to put off making any confessions again, for a long time, if she's in such state. Why confuse her more?

Isabella had been deciding not to give up on him at one moment. Now she wasn't sure.

"It's gonna get better, Isabella," Phineas said, no matter how hard it was for him.

"I don't know."

"Don't lose hope."

"You too," she said as if she was really asking him to do so.

"All right," he said quietly. "But just because you say so." He smiled weakly.

They hugged tighter.

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