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It had been a Summer like no other. But not like the ones they had when they were younger. This particular Summer had no crazy adventures. No outlandish schemes or complicated machines.
Everyone was too busy trying to pile money together for University, worrying about their future and what they want to do for the rest of their lives. Boring Summer months were the least of their problems. Well, maybe not that boring I suppose.
It had been three days since Phineas had confessed his feelings for Isabella. As nerve wracking as it was, it was impossible holding his feelings back any longer. And her feelings for him.
He smiled to himself walking down Maple Drive in the cold air of the night. Looking up at the stars dotted across the sky, his eyes connect the constellations as he cosies into his warm hoodie. The faded pocket of the hoodie guards his keys before he fumbles for them.
Words couldn’t describe how overjoyed and giddy he was. But, he would be happier if Isabella were here, and hadn’t already taken off to Tri State State so early. Especially after what happened before she left. Sighing, he unlocks the weather beaten front door of the Flynn-Fletcher home.
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Phineas sluggishly flops onto his bed, drained and defeated by his thoughts. I can’t wait two weeks to see Isabella! He thought. That’s like a lifetime away for....flies....I guess.
The blue light from his phone illuminates the bedroom previously plunged in darkness. He glances up, checking that he didn’t wake his brother. But Ferb was nowhere to be seen. “Maybe he’s still at work”, Phineas wonders out-loud, somewhat concerned.
His phone jumps from app to app, in an effort to distract his mind. It doesn’t work. Isabella’s phone number stares back at him from his contacts list. He blinks twice and scrunches his faces at the clock. 12am. Would it be too late to call? I called her earlier but...
His hands twitch accidentally, and opens his messages with Isabella. He smiles, bashful, heart swelling while reading their texts from earlier.
Isabella: We should do a movie marathon when you get here! x
Isabella: You could send 267289218 messages and it wouldn’t be spam haha x
Isabella: I know it hasn’t been long since I’ve seen you in person but I miss you x
She’s too cute. He thinks for a silent beat, and types out a message. His feet shuffle against the floorboards and he takes a breath. He hurriedly lifts his backpack from the floor below and hits send, before leaving the room empty once more.
Phineas: Where’s your dorm room? x