Hey everyone! I keep trying to find good Phineas x Isabella stories, and I just can't. So I thought I'd try to write my own, just to satisfy myself. You've read the description, you know what to expect. Have fun! I'll try to as well.
It all happened so fast.
It was a day like any other in Danville. The hustle and bustle of the busy city streets drowned out the illusive natural silence the world came installed with as the citizens went about their errands and their duties. For Phineas Flynn and his brother Ferb Fletcher, such duties involved guiding in the cement trucks to lay the foundation for the world's largest bird bath. The two boys were known amongst the neighborhood friends as the guys who tackled insane Summer projects together, using their intelligence and their creativity to knock everybody's socks off with some whacky something or other. Today, it was a robotic bird race that began and ended in a giant bird bath. Tomorrow? Who knows? The days were filled with endless possibilities, and in one lifetime that meant they'd never run out of things to do. Seizing the day was Phineas's passion. His bread and butter.
Over the years, that's what made anyone who had met Phineas admire him immediately; he was never one to sit around and think about what could be done, he'd already be doing it! With Ferb as his right hand man, there wasn't anything that could get in his way from living life the way he wanted to.
And then the tragedy struck.
Call it bad luck. Call it a simple mistake. The boys were on a bit of a tight schedule as it so happened, for the very next week the family would be taking a long distance trip to England. Normally it would be no problem, the longest they'd ever stay there was only ever a couple days. This time, however, it was looking more like a month. That was a whole third of Summer! They wanted to make the most of the backyard while they still had it, which meant two projects a day, which meant rushing.
The cement trucks had just laid the foundation and were driving off.
"Alright! With that out of the way, we're making some pretty good time!" Phineas exclaimed. One would look at Phineas and say he had only changed physically over the years, which was to be expected since he was now almost 18. His heart and his mind, however, were just as open, caring, and free as they had always been. Phineas had a lot of experience for someone his age, which left him with this impenetrable shield around him. He could not be touched by the hand of adversity, and he welcomed failure with open arms (although, he very rarely faced it). "I'm thinking lunch in an hour?" He looked to Ferb for confirmation.
Ferb gave him a thumbs up, always the silent type. Ferb was a man of action; what could be said would be better done. He was Phineas's tool expert. Not to say Phineas didn't know his way around the tool box, but Ferb's fascination with engineering definitely gave him a leg up in knowledge. It was this very passion that paired so well with Phineas's never ending basin of ideas and helped bring so much of his most outrageous ideas to life. Ferb was no prey to a challenge, he was its predator.
"Cool," Phineas said in response. "You can get started here, I'll go get the material." Phineas exited through his gate and into his driveway. Normally, everything they needed would be right there in the backyard with them, but his usual delivery guy must have been on vacation. Someone delivered their stuff to the house across the street! It was no biggie, he knew the girl who lived there so it was all in good hands. As he approached the house he thought of her, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, his best friend since they were young. She was the strongest, most courageous woman he knew(next to his own mom of course). She was the long retired, fearless leader of the Fireside girls, but that didn't stop her from pitching in where she could when she could. She had been there to help Phineas and Ferb during a lot of their Summer antics, always providing support to the duo. She was always the best to have around in an emergency.
He arrived across the street and stood before a pallet of large boxes, presumably pretty heavy. At the moment, they were still waiting on their forklift guy to deliver their rented forklift, but the more they could get done the better. He picked up a box and started carrying it across the street.
Call it bad luck, call it a simple mistake.
If you asked him, Phineas couldn't tell you why he didn't look both ways before crossing. His street rarely got traffic! It wasn't a habit of his to even really be crossing a street during their projects, it was usually all handled in the comfort and safety of his own yard. Seemingly out of nowhere, a car sped by and struck him; the box in his hands went flying, and so did he. He landed on his shoulder and heard a loud crunch. That couldn't be good. Adrenaline pumped through him, so he didn't know what else could possibly be injured, but it didn't matter. He was blacking out.
What followed, through Phineas's eyes, were hazy, blurry images; Ferb, Isabella, an EMT crew, the inside of an ambulance, his mom, the hospital, the doctor. That was about all he gathered. Any words spoken to him sounded as if they passed through syrup.
As he started to come to, so many questions had presented themselves. How long was he out for? What happened? Where's Perry? His eyes slowly started opening, a thin layer of crust on them had told him he had been out for a little bit at least. As he looked up, he saw that there was a bright light trained on him. As he looked around, he saw that the room was filled with familiar faces; His mom, his dad, Ferb, Baljeet, Buford, and last but most certainly not least, Isabella. If he had any feeling in his face he'd pull an award winning grin, but those painkillers were something else.
"Oh sweetie, you're finally awake! Oh thank goodness!" He heard his mom exclaim as she gingerly hugged him.
"Looking right banged up there, son!" His dad said.
Everyone exchanged excited murmurs, Phineas still had things on his mind.
"How long was I out for?" Phineas managed to get the words out, however it was quite a struggle. Those painkillers, man.
"A day and a half," his mom started. A pit formed in Phineas's stomach. A whole day and a half wasted. "But we didn't doubt for a second you'd pull through! All things considered, the doctor's assured us you were doing great."
"A day and a half…" Phineas parroted. "A whole day and a half in the drain…" Everyone looked at him through grins.
"A car knocks you out of your socks, and all you can think about is wasted time!" Buford exclaimed. The room shared a chuckle, Phineas would have laughed too if he could. While he did feel upset about the day and a half, he had to admit that was a pretty absurd thought given the circumstances.
He looked around with a small grin. As he did, he locked eyes with Isabella. She had been staring at him with watery eyes and a relieved smile. He did his best to return one, but all he could manage was his small grin.
The moment was interrupted by the doctor walking in through the door. He apologized for interrupting and explained that he had a few things to do real quick. He started asking Phineas questions; Do you know your name? Do you know where you are? Do you recognize these people? Etc. After he had confirmed Phineas was in his right mind, he gave him the breakdown.
"I've seen worse, honestly. You have a minor lower back contusion, minor bruising to your ribs, a broken clavicle, and a sprained wrist, but you aren't dead! That's the good part. Nothing some rest and home remedy can't fix. But you'll definitely have to take it easy for the rest of Summer." He explained.
The last sentence really cut Phineas deep; the rest of Summer? Just like that? It almost hurt more than his physical injuries. He gently laid his head back and began processing the words.
"Our family has a trip planned soon, what are the limitations to that?" His mom asked.
"I really recommend no big trips, and plenty of rest. If it sounds like anything other than 'taking it easy' consider it not allowed." The doctor responded.
"Well, we can worry about that later, can't we, Linda darling?" His dad chimed in, noticing that look in Phineas's eyes that told him he wasn't feeling the best about the info dump.
"Right, yeah. We'll figure it out." Linda replied, catching the hint.
And just like that, Phineas kind of tuned out. He was examined a few more times, had some alone time with his friends, with his parents, and a couple days later after ensuring there were no surprises, and that he was thoroughly bandaged and set in a sling and a splint, he was able to go home.
Home to what, though? Home to couch confinement? Home to mind numbing television? Home to watching the day carry on without him through a window? Phineas was pretty down in the dumps on the trip back home. It felt like everything had slipped away in the blink of an eye. The doctor told him he'd be able to bounce back from this, but not in time. He was just passing by until school at this point.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over and saw Ferb staring into him.
"It'll be alright, Phineas. Summer is your spirit, not just a season." He said. Phineas gave him an appreciative smile. Just like Ferb to say the right thing at the right time. Sure, he was down, but he was not out! Phineas had an impenetrable shield around him. He could not be touched by the hand of adversity. There was the matter of the family trip in only a few days, but that bridge would get crossed!
Once at home, Linda urged Phineas to go straight to his room and relax in his bed for the time being. He didn't put up much of a fight, he was exhausted and the pain was really starting to kick in so the bed sounded pretty good right about now. He laid down with the promise of a delivery of snacks in a few moments. He checked his phone to pass the time. He had a lot of unchecked notifications, but the most recent one was only a few minutes ago from Isabella. His mouth pulled back into a grin.
"Whatcha doin?" Was all the text said. It was Isabella's endearing, trademark inquiry. As nonchalant as the text sounded, he knew the raven haired girl was across the street worrying up a storm about him.
"Not much, just got into bed." He sent. He thought for a moment. "Sorry about all the fuss…"
The text turned to 'read', and almost immediately he got a call from her. He answered.
"Phineas Flynn," he heard her say. "Are you seriously apologizing right now?" She sounded stern, but playful. He couldn't help but grin further.
"Okay, okay, I'm not sorry," He said, allowing himself to chuckle. "How are you?"
"You're unbelievable." She responded. Even now, all he could think about was others. That dummy. "I'm doing fine, I'm not the one laying in bed all bandaged and bruised."
"Well if you'd like to switch, just let me know!" He said, the two laughed. A comfortable silence had fallen over them. "I'm doing okay, y'know. Since I can't travel, we're figuring out what to do about the trip."
"Well, if you need a hand, just let me know! I care about you, Phin," She said. He was the luckiest guy in the world to have such a caring friend.
"I'll let you know, seems like I've fallen short of one recently!" They exchanged a few more words, and hung up, continuing to text as the night went on. Not much time after, his mom had brought him a small plate of little snacks, giving him one last ginger hug for the night and promising that they'd talk about the trip more tomorrow once he had gotten some rest.
The first chapter is just here to set up the pins, y'all. We'll get to the fluff and stuff in a bit! For now, just enjoy :) Lemme know what you thought.