To make it up to you guys, I'll try to write some more chapters in the following days, but I do have one more story to work on so I can't promise anything… the chapter I made… I know it took a month but I still wrote it in an hour on the evening… so I could have done it anytime, I feel. So I'm kind of ashamed, but I'm sorry

Phineas's POV

"Have a nice day honey! I love you!" my mom shouts to me from the kitchen. I open the front-door and grab my backpack from the right side of the doorframe in one movement.

"I love you too mom, have fun unpacking stuff!" I say jokingly. She comes out in the hall with a brown paper-bag, grinning at me.

"Yeah yeah, you're joining me as soon as you're home little spoilsport. Your lunch." She hands me the paper-bag and I give her a quick hug.

"If this is gross I'll by something from the cafeteria you know." I grin and make my way out of the door to step onto the school-bus.

"For what money?" she laughs after me. I turn around and walk backwards as I shrug.

"I guess I'm stuck then. See ya later mom!" I wave at her as I step onto the bus. She waves back before she disappears into the house again.

I look around for an empty seat, hopefully beside someone I know. I spot Ferb and smile as I walk up to his seat and sit down beside him. "Hey Ferb! What's up?" I fistbump him and put my backpack down on the floor between my feet.

He shrugs with his usual neutral expression and I smile. "Cool! I can't go to the library after school to study as we decided though, sorry. I gotta help my mom to unpack our stuff form the boxes. It becomes better, it actually starts looking like a house now! Just we haven't put in the TV yet, nor the chairs to the dinner-table… we've put the couch and the dinner-table together, it looks horrible, really! I-" I break my sentence when I see Ferb's smirk, indicating that I'm talking too much. Again.

I chuckle and shrug. "Yeah, sorry. It's kind of a habit, you better get used to it." I smile apologetically and he shakes his head.

We reach the school and I walk up to my locker. I take out my History-book and my pencil-case. I close my locker and turn around to walk to my class, but since I turned so hastily and didn't look around, I bump into someone.

I rub my eye where I got knocked up. "Ow… sorry I wasn't looking." I apologize. I open my eyes and blink a few times to adjust myself to the feeling. I look down at the floor to the person I bumped into who apparently dropped her pencil-case.

Yes, you heard right, it's a her. Isabella… I smile slightly, then it disappears as she picks her pencil-case up and looks at me with a stone-face. "Whatever." She murmurs and passes me to go to her locker. I look after her confusingly.

Is she serious? So she thinks it's so dangerous for us two to talk, she won't even speak to me politely? Well, good for her then.

No, not good for her. I gotta see what's up with her.

I start walking towards her, but suddenly, she's surrounded by her friends, talking about God knows what. I wave my hand in front of me as in 'whatever then' and turn to walk to my class.

I sit down in a bench and await the beginning of the lesson. Suddenly, Isabella and three of her friends walk in. Right, she has History with me. She has pretty many subjects with me, actually. I don't know if I should consider myself lucky, or really unlucky. I guess that depends on how our relationship turns out to be.

Wait, what the heck am I thinking? Relationship? I've talked to her a few times, we're neighbors, nothing more? I don't need to be a part of her life just because we happen to talk and… stuff. We're acquainted, that's all. Nothing more for the time being, nothing more in the future. So why in the world am I coming up with excuses for myself?!

"RRRiiinnnggg!" saved by the bell, I guess.

The teacher comes in and starts the lesson. "Good morning class, as you know, we've been working with World War II for quite a time, and now we're going to make a project about it. The assignment is to watch a movie about World War II, any movie you would like about it- and write a review about it, possibly a powerpoint. We will be working in pairs, which you will not decide yourself. And this is an out of school-project." The teacher says. The class groans about the assignment and the fact that we won't pick pairs by ourselves.

The teacher holds up a glass-jar with folded paper-notes in it. "In this jar, I have randomly picked out half of the class. The other half will pull each note out of the jar, and the name on the paper is your partner in this assignment. Understood?" he asks. The class sighs and nods.

The teacher nods. "Good. Now I know this is an unusual way to pick partners, but you know how much I like to experiment with stuff and I really think you guys should get to know the entire class a bit better as well. Now, will Stephanie Grey, Mary White, Jessica Brown(Okay so this class likes to have colors as surnames, fine), Rebecca Wilson, Steven Moore, Robert Walker, Phineas Flynn, Amanda Johnson, Sam Thompson and Jake Smith come up here and take a note?" the teacher says.

I rise from my seat and walk up to the teacher, but I don't make it there first. I wait patiently for my turn, as there are three people in front of me. They take a note, unfold it, look around in the classroom and then… well the reactions are different from person to person of course.

At last it's my turn. I shove my hand down into the jar and take a note. I hope it's at least someone I've talked to earlier, it would be awkward to get a whole new person whom I've never spoke to before…

I unfold the note and read the name on the small piece of paper. No. This can't be it? I read the name over and over again, but it still doesn't make any sense. Okay, I can take a new person instead, it's always fun to get new friends?

I really don't get it, how can this be? Either someone's messing with us, or destiny's trying to bring us together. Wait, that just sounded weird…

But of course, the person I'm going to work with is no other than Isabella Garcia Shapiro. Am I surprised? Really not.

I wait until everyone has gotten a note and starts walking towards their partners. I take a deep breath and walk towards her. She looks around in the classroom, searching for someone who got her as a partner.

Suddenly, her eyes pass me, then they keep on wandering. Suddenly, they widen and look straight at me again as I approach her. I reach her bench and lay the paper-note on the table so she can see her name written on it.

"You have got to be kidding me…" she mumbles as she putts her chin in her open palms.

"Okay, now you should be parted into ten groups. I want you guys to start planning a movie to see, since you cannot see it right now. Prepare some questions about the movie, make some research about the author… you are free to go to the library or a small work-room to start working." The teacher(okay you know what, I'll say instead of the teacher) says. Everyone starts to move into other rooms, with 5 pairs left in the classroom.

Everyone starts talk, which makes it louder in the room. I take out my notebook and a pencil and flip to a free page. "Okay, so do you have any suggestions? Which movie should we choose?" I ask Isabella.

She sits quietly, looking at her nails and shrugs. I look to the left, then to the right, then back at her. "No movie at all? Have you never heard of any WW II movie?" I ask. She looks at me with a bored expression and shrugs again.

Okay, so it's obvious she doesn't want this. I hear her, I don't want it either. Or something like that…

I take a deep breath to remain calm, then I lower my voice. "What is it? Yesterday you were nice to me! You defended me, you brought me up on the roof with you and we talked. Why won't you speak to me now?" I ask.

She just looks at me, then she shrugs again. I stare at her for a while, stunned. Then I rub my temples and inhale deeply. When I exhale, I can almost feel the steam bursting out of my nose, but I remain calm. After all, I'm not so much for anger.

The following 20 minutes were pretty awkward since none of us said anything. But that was completely her fault, I'm not gonna work on this project if she isn't willing to help! Not today at least…

At last, the bell rings and I burst out of the classroom faster than lightning. I walk up to my locker, open it and groan into it.

Again- we're neighbors, we've talked a few times, and we're partners in an out of school-project. Nothing more?

I sigh as I step off the bus outside my house. The day hasn't been a bed of roses, exactly. I kept on getting killer-glares from Rick, and Isabella avoided me the entire day. If she looked at me, she looked away not even one second later.

"Mom, I'm home!" I shout into the house as I close the frontdoor behind me. Mom appears from the kitchen and smiles brightly when she sees me. She walks up to me and hugs me tightly.

"Hii sweetie, how was school?" she exclaims as she rocks her arms, swinging me back and forth. I chuckle and put my hands on her shoulders to push myself out of her grip. I put my backpack down on the floor.

"It was… okay mom. You seem very perky today, mom. Has anything happened?" I ask her, just so she won't ask any further questions about my hesitation between 'it was' and 'okay mom'. I usually like school, so she might suspect something's wrong. Which it really isn't, I'm just fine by the way!

I walk into the kitchen, fill up a glass of water and start drinking as mom speaks. "Well, two things! One- I met our new neighbor today, Vivian Garcia Shapiro!" she exclaims. My eyes widen and I choke on the water. I start coughing like crazy and mom gasps. "Sweetie, what happened? Are you okay?" she asks worriedly.

I manage to cough up the water and I clear my throat. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. Continue, please." I say, but in fact, I really don't want her to continue. I'm a hundred percent sure she's talking about Isabella's mother!

"Okay, as I said, I met Vivian. So we talked for a while and it turned out she is in a bridge-club along with two other moms, and they also has a band, and you know how much I love bridge and music! So we went out for a coffee in town, and we've gotten to know each other. She is such a wonderful woman, really! We have so much in common and she even said I could join their bridge-club!" she exclaims happily.

I smile nervously at mom. I think it's awesome she's found a friend and that she's so happy, but did her friend really have to be Isabella's mom?! Yeah, apparently. "That's-that's great mom! A-and what's the second thing?" I ask.

She smiles even bigger as she starts talking. "Well, technically it's three things. Since we went out today, I got a reason to not unload the boxes, because seriously, that seems soo boring!" she frowns and looks behind her to all the boxes on the floor and sighs, blowing some bangs out of her face. I gotta admit, she's right. And of course, since she ditched her work, I gotta do even more. Yaay…

She turns to me again, smiling once again. "And lastly- she invited us for dinner tonight!" she exclaims. My expression turns emotionless and I stare out into space. Mom waves a hand in front of my face.

"Ph-Phineas? Are you okay?" she asks, kind of amused. But I can say, I'm not. So now I'm invited to dinner at the annoying, girl who avoids me. And I still have a good feeling about seeing her, as I always have. No, I need to stop thinking like that!

But it's still okay, right? I mean, we've talked a few times, we're neighbors, History-partners aand I'm going to eat dinner with her. Nothing more?

Okay, I really need to write on my other story now, but I have absolutely no idea about how to continue that one… I guess I'll try to come up with something, stay tuned for the next chapter!

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