A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much to Rebb R-001, Exotos135, Gigglebox15, Guest, Sabrina Kelly, jolleIQ and Rorscarch! Keep being awesome, guys!
I would have updated earlier, but I was working on some other stuff too. If you're interested, I invite you to read my new fanfic, Stardust, or Ineffable on my FictionPress. :)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one!
I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

Isabella was leaning against the wall in the school corridor, staring blankly into space.

To be honest, she was broken.

For a couple of wonderful days, she had felt like she had been getting over Phineas. It was a huge shame, of course... She didn't like giving up on anything, especially him; she felt really bitter about admitting her defeat. But also, it felt so... relieving. Finally! Her mind was so surprisingly redhead-free and comparably lighter than earlier. At last, she could spend a day without furtive glances at him. An interesting thing, she noticed. It was only sad that while other people were happy about being in love, she had to be glad about getting rid of this feeling. But at least she felt better. Everything seemed to finally settle.

And then, there was that one guy, who she nursed serious hopes with. He seemed like a really great person. She started developing feelings for him! It was... incredible, thrilling...! Such a refreshing change... So she was able to do it! She felt truly triumphant.

Isabella didn't know him well, but as far as she knew, he was a very friendly, likeable person. She liked his smile, so wide and infectious. She liked listening to his vibrant talk, and lively laughter. He was kind of cute, she had to admit. She even found only gazing at him from afar pleasant and she started subconsciously looking out for him in the corridors. She was somehow endeared by his way of carrying himself, and only the mere sight of him made her stomach flip flop.

It didn't last long.

One day, it struck her.

It was just a tiny gesture... yet it stuck out. He scratched his ear. It was just this little, ordinary thing that she would always immediately associate with Phineas. It made her realise... She had never had a thing for that guy. She just saw a second Phineas in him. His way of acting, his smile, his laughter... Because, did she like the traits they didn't have in common? No. She never even focused on his dark hair, or green eyes. What captured her attention was his engaged way of talking, fascination with science fiction movies or broad grins.

Admit it, Isabella, she thought to herself. And so she did. It was Phineas. It was always Phineas. It was so painfully simple and obvious, now that she noticed it.

So she wasn't over him at all? How come, after all those years, she still felt something towards him? Why?

Now, she was looking at the guy as he spoke to Phineas.

I was so blind, she thought with disbelief, shaking her head. Only now was she able to fully realise how much she had been deceiving herself. She turned her eyes away in embarrassment. She was disappointed with herself.

"Hey, what's up?" She heard a voice that almost made her jump up in surprise. Phineas.

"Oh, hey, um..." she stuttered; a typical reaction when someone you've been thinking about suddenly talks to you. "Just... thinking, and... all."

"Okay," he said. Suddenly, she felt his hand on her back, pulling her close, and before she knew it, her cheek was pressed against his collarbone. And as soon as it happened, she got the final confirmation she had nothing for that other guy. Because nobody could ever make her heart beat so fast in one moment, and cause her arms to wrap automatically around them.

"Something happened?" she finally asked faintly, uncertain of how to put her question.

"You just looked like you really needed a hug," Phineas replied casually. "So that's rather a question for you," he said, a little worried.

He had his cheek pressed to her temple, and it was SO delightful. Out of the corner of the eye, Isabella noticed some people shooting curious glances at them.

"Did I really look that miserable? Because you're suffocating me." She chuckled.

"Oh, sorry," he said with a small laugh, loosening the embrace a little.

"Thank you," she spoke up after a second of silence. "I like it so much when you do that," she confessed absentmindedly. Having realised what she said, she froze; too uncertain to lift her gaze and look at his reaction.

But in response, she just heard a soft chuckle and a light whisper.

"Don't be so terrified. I like it a lot too."

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