Okay, before any of you say anything… I am sorry, okay. But school's started, I already have like, 6 essays and tests to study for, I have some activities after school and I have friends and family, and I have these fanfics. It's actually hard to keep up with everything and I work as fast as I can, but I need all the time and support I can get. I will try to update this more often, I promise! On to the story, now.
Prove to everyone that you can go back after have tasted glory? Is she serious? It seriously sounds like some Hunger Games rule or something, so serious. I seriously thought about this the entire day, without getting anything done in school. Once again, I was completely off at the history-lesson as well. I feel really bad, not paying any attention to Phineas at all. He really is a good guy, I feel bad for not being nice to him. It's just, being nice hasn't been my thing for quite a time.
I step out of my car, my feet feeling like they're carrying shoes that weighs 1 ton each. I suddenly feel a raindrop fall down on me and I look up at the sky. The sky that were as blue as an emo's mood when I left the school has suddenly turned into a dark grey, with more rain-drops falling from it.
Before I can react, a downpour from hell started. I groan and run into my house as quick as I can, even though that's not helping now. I'm already completely soaked. I start to breathe quickly and rapidly to calm myself. Before I can scream out loud, mom has appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Isa, I'm glad you came ho-.." she starts, but she gasps loudly before she gets to speak the whole sentence. "Isa, you're soaked! What happened?" she asks surprisingly and rushes down the hall to get a towel. Or so, I hope. I sigh and shout to her down the hall.
"When I was just about to get inside, a supernatural downpour started. I think it's stopped now, it was one of those extremely unnecessary downpours who lasts for like, 30 seconds and when it comes more rain than it did in the beginning of the Earth's creation." I say as she comes back with a white, fluffy towel which she wraps around me.
I throw my head down and wrap the towel into a turban in my hair. I throw my head back up with the towel wrapped around my head firmly, then I throw my clothes off and walk into my room to get a robe.
I walk back out to mom with my short, darkred velvet-robe and sit down with her by the table. "Well, I guess I had to come home, right? You asked me to do it, so." I say and put my chin in my right palm, with my elbow on the table and my other hand resting in my lap.
Mom looks at me sarcastically. "Since when did you start listen to me asking you something?" she asks, but she doesn't lose her playful smile once, like any normal person would have. She's just in a too happy period for the moment. I guess I should let her.
I shrug and motions for her to continue, which she does. She starts to play with her fingers, like she does when she's nervous. I guess I inherited it form her… "Well, Isa darling. You know how you said that you and your friend were planning what to do for Springbreak?" she asks hesitantly, almost as if she's scared for my answer, which is suspicious…
I slowly nod and make a little wave with my hand to make her continue. "Well, I've got both good and bad news. The good news is that you…" she stops, looking as she's trying to figure out how to tell me the news. "You won't have to worry about choosing what to do on Springbreak anymore!" she says, trying to sound happy and surprising. I narrow my eyes suspiciously and cock my head.
"…What do you mean?" I ask. Her shoulders drop and she sighs, ready to tell me.
"The bad news is that… you don't have to worry about it because I already have something planned for us." She says and she quickly closes her eyes, as if waiting for the fury to come.
I shoot up from my chair and look at her with wide eyes. "What?! What did you just say?!" I exclaim angrily. Mom opens her eyes again and looks down at the table.
"I… I've made plans for us on Springbreak already. Don't worry, though! I'm sure you'll like it, it's-" she tries, but I cut her off angrily.
"I don't care if I like it or not, I don't want to! Mom, me and my friends were planning on going to Florida! You can't ruin that for me! I'm staying, that's it!" I scream angrily and burst off to my room, slamming the door loudly.
I sit down on my bed and cross my arms stubbornly as I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, eventually stopping outside my door. Mom knocks softly on the door. "Isabella… please just listen to what I've planned." She says.
I refuse to listen, but starts mumbling on a song instead, to make her believe that I listen to music. Mom sighs exasperatedly. "Isa, you've tried the music-thing before, listen, okay? I've booked a cruise to Caribbean, where we're going to sail to a lot of Caribbean islands and just live the luxury-life! Doesn't that sound nice?" she says hopefully.
I gotta admit, that does sound amazing, and I've never been to Caribbean before. But still, she should have asked me!
"Mom, you could have at least asked me before you booked this!" I shout to her.
"Well, if I had, then would you have said yes? I don't think so, no." she says strictly. Well, no. Maybe I wouldn't have, but that's because I kind of had plans? Who does she think she is by controlling my life like this? Okay, wait a minute…
I hear mom sigh behind the door once again. "Isa, there is one more thing you should know… so you can have one big outburst now, and not many small, you know?" she says, and I can't help but smile a small smile from what she just said. Am I really that annoying?
"What is it, then?" I ask and shake my head. She waits a few seconds before answering, then she speaks up.
"I've booked the cruise along with the Flynn-family… they're coming with us.
Phineas's POV
"They are what?!" I exclaim loudly and run a hand through my hair. I know I should be happy, I mean… we're going to Caribbean! I've always dreamed of going there, to see all the spectacular views, the pure white beaches, the sparkling turquoise water… that's literally paradise, and I certainly can't reject it. But it's just hard to decide what I think about going there with Isabella… it's hard to decide what I think of her. I mean, the first second she's mean and selfish, the next she's vulnerable, humble and sweet. But then suddenly, she's mean again! And then even more suddenly, she's okay again. But then today, she ignored me again!
Sigh… I knew girls were hard to understand, but this chick is a pure hell to figure out… why can't girls be more like guys? We're not hard to understand, we say what we think out loud, that's it. No hiding stuff, no talking behind other's backs, no mean glares… just fights and stuff. Well, not that I'm that kind of guy, it's just things I've seen in movies or in school.
"Well, the Garcia-Shapiro's are coming with us. Surprise!" says mom happily and wiggles her jazz-hands. I flash a small fake-smile and nods, trying to look happy about it, but I don't exactly know if I should look happy, or if I should look scared to death. You never know when it comes to her, do you? It's been like, 5 days and she's already shown me 50 sides of her!
Mom's happy smile slowly fades into a frown and she sits down beside me in the couch. "Honey, what's wrong? I thought you would think this is good." She says, her tone slightly disappointed/sad. I grab her shoulders and shake my head.
"No mom, I am! Trust me, I am. This trip sounds awesome and I'm so grateful for it." I assure her and let go of her shoulders. She smiles faintly.
"Great sweetie. Then why do you look so blue?" she says anxiously. I shake my head, not wanting to concern her.
"It's nothing mom, really." I say and look away. Maybe it's for the best if I don't say anything about Isabella. Mom puts her finger under my chin and turns my head towards her again, showing off her face again. But this time, she has a sympathetic smile.
"Phineas, you know you can tell me anything. I am your mom, you should be able to trust me. Tell me, is it about… Isabella?" she asks. My eyes turn wide in surprise and I look at her. How could she know that? Moms are freaking mysteries as well, just as girls. Just that moms are more like, magically make a missing item appear, hear everything you say even if you're in China and have eyes in their neck.
I rub my neck and avoid her gaze. "N-no, what makes you think that?" I ask. I look at her from the corner of my eye. She smirks and shrugs innocently.
"Well, I don't know… it's just that you guys acted so weird when we visited them. You looked at each other like you were mad at each other, but at the same time it was like you had some special connection. Hard to explain… but then, after you guys had been outside, you acted friendly towards each other again. I just thought it was quite mysterious, and maybe that's why you acted like this when you heard about it. I don't know what happens between you two in school, but it clearly follows you home." She says.
I stare at her, my mouth slightly open. Aand that's one more reason why women are crazy! How can they make up such theories in less than 5 minutes?
I sigh loudly. My lack of argument-skills is gonna make this hard to win, especially against a woman. I might as well speak out.
"Well, the thing is…" boy, how do I put this without revealing she's a crazy mean b**ch in school? No offense, really. She is friends with her mom after all. "She's… hard to read, if I put it that way. Like, she's acting so different in school compared to when we talk outside of school. I…" I say, but I stop when I see mom's expression on her face. Kind of shocked, but also content, somehow.
"You guys have talked outside of school? Like, more times than when we were at their house?" she asks, suddenly extremely interested.
I chuckle at her childish behavior, putting her chin in her palms, listening intense to me. "Well, yeah. Her boyfriend broke up with her at my first day of school, and I saw her in the park after school. We talked for a while, but then, she started yelling at me, and then I yelled at her and stormed off, leaving her with some bad words… then, she invited me to her house the following day to talk, and I thought we became friends. But then, she treated me like air in school the next day again, and even in a school-project were we got paired up, she didn't even look at me! Then, we sorted it out when we were there for dinner, but when we left, she seemed kind of down again. Then today in school, she ignored me again! AND IT'S SO CONFUSING MOM!" I exclaim. My shoulders drop and I pant slightly after the long sentence and the sudden outburst in the end.
Mom pouts her lower lip and hugs me tightly, squeezing the air out of me. "Oh, honey. All women are like that, confusing! Like a map with a hundred different directions, and you don't know which way to take, because they're all leading to different things that the map can't even show the end of. But you're a smart kid, and I know that you will choose a direction that leads to something good. You're so much alike your father, Phineas. He always relied on his heart to guide him. If his blueprints said one thing, but he believed it was the wrong way, he did it the way his heart told him. And 9 out of 10 times, it turned out to be a better way than the original. You have inherited that from him, Phineas. Use your gift for something good." She says with an honest smile.
I look at her and furrow my brows. "Soo... we went through this conversation and your little speech about trusting your heart and yadda yadda… just so I can figure out why Isabella's so confusing? I don't want to sound mean or something but, why put down so much effort on that? Why is she worth so much of my time, just because she's confusing?" I ask. Mom looks at me exasperatedly and sighs, dropping her head. "What?" I ask.
She lifts her head and looks at me."Phineas, all your small talks, the coincidences that she happened to be your neighbor, she decides to talk to you outside of school and you do the same… that kind of sounds like destiny, don't you think? I don't know, I'm just saying. And from your side, it sounds kind of like an unspoken attraction…" says mom teasingly and she smirks at me.
I shoot up from the couch and stare at her. Did she just..? She didn't say..? Just why?! "Unspoken attraction? What are you talking about? How in the world could I be attracted to an emotional wrack who never even know if we're friends or not? She's a confusing big messed up maze! Attraction… stupid." I exclaim and walk away from her.
She giggles behind me and shouts after me. "Sure, whatever you say, honey! I hope you look forward to Caribbean even more after this talk!"
I twirl around to face her again, but she pretends she doesn't see me. Instead, she shifts in the couch to a more comfortable position and turns on the TV. I groan loudly and walk away.
Women… no matter which age they are, they're confusing.
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