When Spirits Collide

'Hi guys! It's me PhinabellaDirectioner! Since I was bored to do something, my brain clicked as I got an idea. Sooo, here it is! I will be posting one of my fanfics, "When Spirits Collide"! You can access the story on FanFiction.Net! (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9545059/1/When-Spirits-Collide) You can tell your comments and reviews here or there. So, enjoy reading! '

(Disclaim

er: I do not own Phineas and Ferb.)

Introductory Quote


'"There is a girl, a ghost, and love, and all are present here. To those who will read, this tale will tell the truth of love, and if it's near." '

'Join Isabella and Phineas as their spirits collide and feel unexpectedly at each other… the essence of love. '

Chapter 1: The First Encounter
Phineas's POV (Setting: At the park)

Ow… my head hurts. My chest, my hands, everything hurts. I can't see a thing. Darkness all around me.

As I opened my eyes, I see an irritating light and my eyes started to adjust to the light.

I found myself lying on the ground. I felt my bones are broken. I tried to stand in my first attempt but I've failed.

Where am I? What is this place? I couldn't remember what happened to me.

I can't lie down here forever, I said to myself.

I stood up. As for my support, I held the street light post for me not to fall on the ground again.

"This must be a park." I guessed. "But where am I exactly?"

I tried to find my brother Ferb and my older sister Candace, but I can't find them here at the park.

I noticed that the park is near to the hotel that Mom, my real Dad, Candace, and I used to hang out when I was a little boy but it is now renovated. I got curious.

"Why am I here?" I asked to myself.

My hands went into my pocket to find my phone but my pockets are empty. Maybe there's somebody who snatched my things while I'm in my sleep, I thought.

As I stroll around to find the way home, I saw a man walking. I ran towards him and tried to ask when he stopped and sat at the bench.

"Hello sir, I'm sorry to disturb you but what is this place?" I asked. No response from the man.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um, hello sir?" I said. "Where is this place? Can you tell me?" No response again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hello, young adult calling to you!" Then again, no response.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"HEY!" I shouted to him. Is he deaf? Why he can't hear me?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I checked the surroundings. Even though I shouted, it seems nobody heard my voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What is happening here? Am I here in the park full of deaf people?" I said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But everything cleared to me…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">…when I tried to hold the shoulder of the man.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My hand just passed through to his shoulder.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Oh no. This is bad.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I am a ghost. A spirit.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And nobody sees or hears me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: On the way to the park)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I'm crying as I left the restaurant. Brokenhearted. I won't forgive him ever again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I can't believe it. I gave all of my love on him, then what he did? He played my feelings!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Is every man here in the world always did this to their girlfriends? If it is so, all of the girls here in the world are suffering…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Because of love.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My phone rang. I answered it. "Hello?" I said while sniffling.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isa? Are you alright?" I heard Mom's worried voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm fine, Mom." I lied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't lie to me, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro." She said. "What happened?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"…" I went silent. I don't know if I'm ready to say this to her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isa…" She said. "What happened?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Mom, I don't really want to talk about it."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She sighed. "…I understand if you're scared to tell that to me so… I'll wait for you."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I smiled weakly. "Thanks for understanding, Mom."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You're welcome." She said. "So, are you gonna stay here at the house?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I don't know, I have an early shift tomorrow at the hospital." I said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh…"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But," I said cheerfully. "Don't worry Mom. I promise, I'm gonna stay there at your birthday."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay. I need to go. Bye Isabella!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Bye Mom, I love you." And I hung up the phone.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I wiped my eyes. I need to be strong if I want to win.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I stopped walking for a while. Then I saw a wishing fountain.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Hey, I thought, that's the wishing fountain I always went when I was a kid!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I sighed and I snatched a coin on my wallet. Maybe a wish couldn't do anything bad for me, I thought.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I think of many wishes, I got a wish. A wish in the fairy tales.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">A wish that I know would be impossible to be true to me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I wish that someone would give me happiness even though my heart is full of sadness." I mumbled and I threw the coin on the fountain. I looked at my watch. 8:24 pm.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Speaking of watch…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I reached something at my satchel. Something memorable happened when I got this.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">An old and ruined wristwatch, without the longest strap.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I smiled and I put it back on my satchel. As I closed my eyes while walking…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My head bumped at something hard. I fell on the ground and moaned.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ow…" I said. It really though the pain stings in my head, I opened my eyes and I rubbed my forehead to lessen the pain I have. Then I saw a boy, also rubbing his forehead.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed as I stood up.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I looked at him, I thought that he's might be having the same age as I have. He has a triangular head, red hair, black pants and red-orange polo…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But most of all… I got curious…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I already saw that smile he has but I don't know where I saw or who own that smile I saw.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As he looked at me, I offered my hand but in exchange, he gave me a shocked look.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Is there any problem?" I asked worriedly. "I'm really sorry. I didn't saw you-"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wait…" He said, interrupting me. "You… can…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">" …See me?" He asked.

Chapter 2: Can You Help Me?
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Phineas's POV (Setting: At the park, before the "Bumping Incident")

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I'm still in my mental breakdown. I can't believe I'm dead. How will my family do without me? How will my friends react if they see me dying? What I'm gonna do? Should I find them? Should I find my body? Or should I stay here and drift anywhere the wind blows?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Speaking of being dead, I started to be curious of what really happened to me. Did someone kill me? Did I fell on a cliff? Or did I get into an accident? As I tried to remember anything about what happened, my head started to ache again so I didn't press on it. But the most important thing is: I cannot be dead. Not until I found that girl. The girl I-

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"OW!" I shouted as I bumped something. That's strange. If I am a ghost, I would not have the problem on bumping things, especially people.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Are you okay?" I heard a girl's voice. I opened my eyes and… I gave her a surprised look.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">If I am a ghost, no one could see me. But…

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Nah, maybe she's just a ghost too, I thought, or maybe she's just an ordinary girl with a third eye? Duh.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Is there any problem?" She asked me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Can… you… see me?" I stupidly asked her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh… yeah!" She replied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My eyes widened. "Are you a ghost?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Huh?" She said, confused.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I said, 'are you a ghost?'"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No, I'm not!" She exclaimed. If she's not a ghost, and she could see me, then...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'M ALIVE!" I shouted. The girl looked at me. Maybe she's thinking that I'm a crazy person.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh..." She just said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'M ALIVE, I'M ALIVE, I'M ALIVE!" I shouted repeatedly. Maybe it was just the stress made me think that I'm a ghost. But...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I ran to the tree near the fountain, my body passed through on it. I gasped.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What the-?" I said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The girl I bumped earlier dropped her jaw and her satchel she's holding.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Am I..." She muttered.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She said that she's not a ghost, then I'm alive. But why my body's still passing through though that girl could see and touch me?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Maybe I have this some kind of supernatural powers! But I don't think that's the reason.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I'm dead, I concluded in my mind. I am a ghost.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But... if she could see me...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Then she is the only hope I have now! She could help me find my way back!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Again, I looked again at the girl. "Hey, are you—"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"AAAAHHH!" She screamed in fear. "GHOST!" And she fainted.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"NO!" I shouted but I'm late. She fell on the fountain.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: Somewhere in the Dark Void of Space)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Okay, okay. This is weird. This is really weird. Am I talking to a GHOST EARLIER?! Maybe I'm just imagining things. Yeah, I'm just imagining things. This should wear off after I wake up.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I need to wake up, I thought.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But still, I'm in the dark void of space. I can't see even a single thing. However, I could hear a man's voice. It is not the voice of my boy—er, I mean "ex-boyfriend", Edward.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Miss... are you alright?" I heard again the voice. That voice sounded so familiar to me...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, if you could hear me, please answer me!" He said in his voice full of worries.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I wanted to say that I'm alright for him to stop worrying about me, but I can't speak yet. I wanted to know who the person behind the shadows is.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Then, a little light was released. I started to walk towards it and finally, I got my consciousness back. As I opened my eyes, I saw again the boy earlier. He's still slapping my face lightly.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, are you alright?" He asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah..." I managed to answer.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You, uh... fell on the fountain, so, uh... I tried to, you know, dry you up."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Really? Thanks." I said. He's very kind, I could tell in his voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Sorry that I made you scared." He said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nah, it's okay. I thought that you were some kind of ghost or spirit or whatever..." I trailed off. "But never mind that."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes, you're right. I'm a ghost."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No, that's—" It took five seconds for his voice to register in my head and another five seconds to realize what he'd said. "You are—WHAT?!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"H-he-hey, calm down! Don't—" He tried to comfort me but he's too late. My mind started to panic and I ran off in fear.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I need to get away from him! I frantically thought.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Phineas's POV (Setting: At the park)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Now, what am I gonna do? I asked in my mind then I started to follow her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Please, wait up! I need to talk to you!" I shouted.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Leave me alone!" She replied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Please, you are the only one who can help me! Please, let me explain." I begged.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What do I need to know? You're a ghost and you want to scare me!" She exclaimed.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm not gonna scare you!" I told her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Really?" She faced me. "Then why are you following me?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Because, I need your help!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I yelled the word help, I looked into her eyes. When I took one little step, I saw concern on her eyes. "Please..." I said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But as she went silent, she turned back and walked away from me. I exhaled and smiled. And still, I followed her. You think that I'm persistent, right?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Yes, yes I am. I am persistent. Especially now. Why, you ask? Because I never gave up.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I won't give up on this girl. Whatever it could takes, I need to get her help.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: At the street)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Wow. That ghost is very determined to insist me. But I'm sorry, I already made up my mind.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I glanced back, I saw him again and still he's following me. "Don't you have any business to do?!" I asked, annoyed.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm currently doing it." He said while smiling. Though I felt annoyed, I felt a spark on my heart once I saw his smile. What's the big deal on his smile? I wondered. I shouldn't felt this! I should be scared at him!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But instead of fear, a new emotion filled my heart. I never felt like this in my whole life. Why I—

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"LOOK OUT!" I heard his scream. Before I found out, I'm walking to my death.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I looked around, I found myself standing in the middle of the street. After a blink, I saw a motorcycle driving in front of me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"HEY, WATCH OUT!" I heard another scream from the ghost as he pushed me out of the vehicle's way.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I breathed heavily in horror. I'm such an idiot! Why I allowed myself dig deeper in my thoughts?!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Are you okay?" The ghost asked while he helped me to stand.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah," I managed to reply. "Thanks for saving me."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nah, don't mention it." He smiled again. Another feeling came in.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Again, I don't know what it is.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I looked at him. "Hey, I'm sorry."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"For what?" He said, confused.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You know, pushing you off of my sight. I didn't try to know you because I was scared. So... I'm so sorry. If I wasn't more of a coward, this wouldn't happen... " And I looked away from him. I don't wanna see his reaction.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But he enveloped me in a hug. The warm feeling surged in. "Hey, you don't need to apologize. Maybe there is a good reason why all of this mess came up. The important thing is, you are safe."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Before I swear to myself that I liked the warm feeling, I got curious. If he's a gho—I mean a spirit, then he should be cold as ice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When he pulled away, he looked worried. "Are you sure that you're alright?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh, yeah." I lied. "We should get home. It's almost seven o'clock."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You're right."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">While we're walking, I suddenly remembered something. "Oh, before I forget about it," I offered my hand. "My name is Isabella."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He didn't hesitate and he shook it. "Nice to meet you, Isabella. The name is Phineas."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">While going into the house, I let him sit on the chair near to my bookcase.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"So..." I started the conversation while I took my seat. "What do you want from me?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, as a matter of fact, I need help. I need to find my family and my body. Since I'm still here on Earth, I assumed that I have some unfinished business to do that I need to do while I'm alive. Some spirits are here on Earth because they have some unfinished business. In order to do that, I need to merge into my body. But if I failed to do that, then you'll gonna see me drifting around."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But this place is so big! How will I do that?" I asked. "Do you know anything before you got died?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"That's the big problem. Somehow, my other memories were erased so I don't have any information everything about myself, except about my family. But sadly, I don't know their last names. Even mine..." He said sadly. "So... can you help me?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I felt sad too. Then I got an idea.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Even though that I already made up my mind, still... decisions can change, right?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas?" I called his attention.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes?" He responded.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I waited about several moments, then I looked into his eyes.

Chapter 3: Isabella's Flashback
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Phineas's POV (Setting: Isabella's house)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay, I'll help you." She replied. Wait, what did she say?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um, could you repeat it again? I think there's something blocked my ears..." I said while slapped my ears.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You said earlier that you need help so," She crossed her arms, "I'll lend you my hand."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I blinked my eyes in amazement and in joy. "Really? Oh, thanks a million, Isabella!" And I hugged her, because of my overflowing happiness. Even my muscles contracted in pain, I managed to spin her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"AAAHHH!" She screamed. I almost laughed by her reaction. When I put her down, she stumbled while she tried to get a clear vision.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Are you alright?" I asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Whoa," I think she's not alright. "Do you think that I'm alright?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Not really." I replied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Anyway," She said. "I will help you. You can stay here too, do whatever you want."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, you don't need to do that."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She smiled. "Phineas, helping you out to find your life is not enough to pay you for saving my life. And besides, there's someone who'll guard the house."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Thanks..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You don't need to say that. Just be sure that if I returned here, I won't see any scratch. And before I forget, don't go into my room over there," She pointed at a pink door near us, "I don't wanna see anyone goin' in there."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No prob. I don't want to invade a lady's room." Here I go again with my gentleman move. "Hey, are you working?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah," She answered, "I'm working as a nurse in the hospital."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You're a nurse? Cool!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Really? Thanks!" She said. "How about you? Can you remember what you were doing in your job?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hmm..." I tried to go back but my intense headache stopped me. "I can't. Every time I try, my headache steps in."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't force yourself. Maybe in no time, you'll remember who you are." She said as she yawned. "Oops, sorry."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"It's okay. You should get some sleep. It's like about eight o' clock in the evening."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You're right." She said as she stood up and went to the front of her room. Before she opened the door, she looked at me. "Are you sure that you'll gonna be okay here, Phineas?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I will be fine, Isabella. Don't worry." I said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay. Good night." She said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Good night, too." She smiled as she went inside of her room.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Then I muttered, "Sweet dreams..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: In Isabella's room)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I shut the door of my room, I snatched the watch from my satchel. I scrapped off the dirt from it, polished it, and placed on a small box. But before I closed the box, I gave it my one last look for today.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Maybe you're gettin' curious about the watch. Maybe you're saying, "Why are you keeping that piece of garbage? It's so useless!" Yeah, it is a ruined watch. But it is not useless for me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Do you want to know the story behind the watch? If yes, here I go...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">(Flashback; Setting: Hey, do you remember the fountain the first two chapters of the story? If yes, then perfect!)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Mom, Dad, and I were walking at the park. My Dad is an engineer, he need to work here in States so we moved here in Danville. We've been living here about two years nut I'm still shy to make friends.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Mija," Dad held my hand. "Is there any problem? You seem quiet all day."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Problem? There's no problem, Dad!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Are you sure?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah, there is nothing to worry about." I said, little annoyed. His face went down and Mom looked at me too, with her worried face.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When Mom went to her errands, Dad carried me, piggy-back style, and went to a fountain.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Izzy, look! A wishing fountain!" He said while putting me down. "Do you want to make a wish?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes!" I shouted excitingly and Dad chuckled.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Here ya go, Izzy." He handed me a 50 cent coin and after handling the money, I looked at him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Dad?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"How I'm gonna..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He smiled. "Okay, watch me..." I watched him as he get a coin from his pocket. "Turn around, tell your wish on your mind, and throw it backwards." He done all of it while instructing me. "There!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"My turn!" I said. I turned around and I started to tell my wish in my mind.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">'I wish something good happen in this day...' Then I threw the coin.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"There ya go!" I said to my father. "What is your wish?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Secret."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Dad!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hehehe. I'll tell it on the right time, Izzy."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Promise?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Promise."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When he carried me again, we went to a hotel near the park. I was amazed by the designs and everything!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wow Dad! This place is so huge!" I exclaimed.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You know, I was the one who helped the builders to make this building."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I looked at him, amazed. "Wow Dad! Maybe you're the greatest builder ever?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He snorted. "I'm not, Izzy. There are many people here in the world. You can't just say that."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But you can, right?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, everything is possible." He just told me. Then a group of men came in and they left me alone at the lobby. Because of the overflowing curiosity I have, I wandered in the rooms.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Whoa, this place is so amazing and enormous! I thought and then, I saw a bed and I lie on it. I felt sleepy and at the same time, comfortable. I didn't notice that I fell into sleep.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">In the middle of my sleep, I felt the temperature's rising. When I opened my eyes, there are flames everywhere! I jumped off of the bed and I started to call Dad.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I cried then I heard a small voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"ISABELLA!" It's Dad!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Dad, where are you?" I shouted and I saw my Dad, panting. I rushed up to him and hugged him. "Dad! Are you okay?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah. Let's get you out of here, okay?" He said. I'm so surprised that he's still calm.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When we reached the staircase, we were too late. The stairs are inaccessible.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What should we do, Dad?!" I asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't panic, Izzy. Stay here at my side." But I didn't listen to him. Instead, I went to the front of a door.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, watch out!" Dad shouted at me as he ran up to me. When I looked up, I saw many falling debris coming at me. I was about to run but my legs froze.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"ISABELLA!" Dad cried as he pushed me. He was the one the debris pinned.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"DAD!" I screamed and I ran up to him. I tried to remove the big chunk of wood out of him. I saw blood dripping on his chest.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Izzy, you need to go." Dad croaked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No Dad!" I shouted. "I won't leave you..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He held my hand and groaned. "Isabella, you need to get out of here, whether you like it or not."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I said I won't leave you!" I insisted. "It is my fault because I didn't listen to you... now there you are..." I started to cry.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Izzy," He said, "it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. I should blame myself because I left you alone. I prioritized my work first before your safety..." Then he coughed blood and I heard another voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hello? Is anyone there?" It looks like a boy's voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"We're here!" I shouted and I saw him but I can't see his face clearly because of the smoke.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh my, is he okay?" He said as he saw my father.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Can you help me?" I asked and he didn't hesitate to help me. We tried to push the wood but it won't budge. Then an explosion rumbled the building.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Dad looked at me. "You... need... to go..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No!" I insisted again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Please. I will be fine." Then he shifted his look to the boy. "Whoever you are, please help my girl..." He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No! Dad, no!" I shouted, trying to wake him up. "You can't be dead!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"We should go." The boy told me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I won't leave my father here!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Look at me!" I quickly looked at his blue eyes. "Your dad would be worried if something bad happened to you and, his sacrifice and death would be useless so you need to live! You need to live for him!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He's right. I need to survive. For my dad who sacrificed his own life to save me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay. We're leaving." I said but before we left, I kissed Dad's cheeks. "I love you, Dad. I will always love you." And we find our ways to the exit.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When we went inside of a room, we rested on the floor. "Are you okay?" The boy asked me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"To be honest, I'm not." I replied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I understand. You know, maybe we're just the same. Dad died too earlier by saving my life..." Oh my. So that's the reason why he wanted to help me earlier.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I gasped. "I'm so sorry..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't worry, I'm okay." He paused. "Well, a little scared but still okay."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Long pause filled the room but it was broken because of the booming sound. I scream in fear but the boy hugged me. I felt so warm not because of the fire, but because of his hug.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"It's okay, I've got you." He said, calmly. Then I hugged him tightly. I felt so scared when I heard the sound again but the boy patted my back, trying to comfort me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Thank you." I finally said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He broke his hug. "For what?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"For comforting me. Even though we just me earlier, even though you don't know my name, you're still helping me." I told him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nah, it's alright." He said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wait! Before I forgot," I offered my hand, "my name is Izzy."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He took my hand. "Glad to meet you, Izzy. I'm—" He was interrupted by a loud "BOOM!" He held my hand tightly and dragged me out.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We stopped when we reached the balcony. "Oh, no! We're trapped!" I shouted.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"We need to get help!" He told me and we started to find some help. Luckily, a fire fighter saw us. The moment I saw the fire fighter, I thought this would be the end of our hardships.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But something happened.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The railing beside me got wrecked and I didn't notice it so I fell down.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"AAH!" I screamed but the boy caught my hand.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hold on, Izzy!" He shouted. My hand started to slip on his so I tried to grab him. But instead, I grabbed his wristwatch.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Are you alright?" He asked me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't worry, I'll get you!" He tried to pull me up but the longest strap of the watch he's holding separated from the metal bearing and I fell down.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"AAAHHH!" I screamed in the top of my voice. I thought it will be my death but a fire fighter caught me. He carried me to Mom.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isa! Are you okay? Where is your Dad?" She asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm alright... but Dad..." My eyes started to cry. The death of my father still haunts me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Let's go, Izzy." Then she sang my favourite lullaby so I fell into sleep but I grabbed the watch tightly.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">(Flashback ends)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I'm still crying. It is my entire fault why Dad died. Since that day, I blamed myself.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, are you okay?" I heard Phineas's voice on the other side of the wall. I smiled and wiped my tears.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah..." I replied. I lay to my bed. Before I fell into sleep, I'm still thinking of the boy who saved me. I never got his name. I never know where he is, either. Only I got from him is this wristwatch of his.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Also, he never knows where I am. Only he knows my nickname from my childhood, "Izzy".

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Whoever you are, I hope you're okay..." I muttered and I fell into sleep.

Chapter 4: A Memory Fragment
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: On the way to Isabella's house)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I find my way to my home, I put my sad face because I didn't found Phineas's body and his family. AGAIN. I started to find anything related about him three days ago, after the night we met.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But before I start my search, he discussed with me about the possible location of his body.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">(Flashback; Setting: One morning at Isabella's house)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Good morning!" He greeted. On that time, I almost forgot that he's here and about what happened last night. Even though he is a spirit, he's like alive to me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I stretched my arms and body to keep myself awake. "Good morning, too. How's your sleep?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh, I can't sleep." He said. I raised my eyebrows.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Why? Do you have insomnia? Do you have sleeping problems?" I asked, curiously.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No, I don't have." He answered.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Then why?" I asked again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um... how will I tell this..." He muttered. "Isabella, spirits don't sleep. They don't sleep, breathe, and eat. In other words, they can't do whatever a normal person can."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh, hehe... sorry." I said feeling embarrassed. Isabella, you're so stupid! My mind told me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nah, don't be embarrassed. Some people really think that being a ghost is just like passing through the walls, drifting around, and etcetera. But it is not." He told me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I eat my bread and butter, he tried to grab the spoon but it fell out of his hand. "AGH, dang it!" He grimaced in annoyance. "Why I couldn't do this! I already had done it to you! But why I couldn't touch this small spoon?!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"So..." I tried to shift his attention away from the spoon. "How will I find your family?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Good question." He commented as he stopped trying out. "Well, at first you need to find my body."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"How?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hmm... according to one of my brother's books, if one spirit doesn't have the limitations to go anywhere he or she likes or wants, then the body should be near to its spirit, or host, as the paranormal experts say."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Then something crossed into my mind. "Wait! I know that I'm just a newbie about this host-spirit relationship thing but I got a theory."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He raised a brow. "What is it?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well..." I started. "If your spirit is still here, is it means that your body is in state of shock?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Taking the possibilities, yes." He said as he widened his eyes in realization. Maybe he got what I'm thinking right now, I thought. "That means..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Your body is in coma." I concluded.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"And if my body is in comatose state, then that means... my body is in a hospital!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Precisely. And the nearest and the only hospital here in this area is the Tri-State Area Central Hospital," I said, "which where I'm working at."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hmm..." He grinned at me, like a child who wants some sweets. "I guess our luckiness goes on to our road."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">(Flashback ends)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I sighed in sadness. I tried to search him in the hospital but no luck. I tried too to ask my friends but they told me that there is no patient named "Phineas" in the hospital database and they haven't heard his name. I grasped my hand in anger. Maybe I should give up.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">No. I am not giving up. Why am I thinking negative things? Agh, but whatever happens, I will not give up because I never was, never am and never will. And, I made my promise to Phineas. I am the only hope he has. I know that I am the only one he could rely on.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I opened the door, I got shocked. Why?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It's because Phineas is scrambled on the floor.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Phineas's POV (Setting: Isabella's house, couple of minutes before Isabella arrived)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Man. It's so boring in here.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It's been three days since Isabella started to find my body. I know it is very hard for her to do it but I also know it is the only way.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I sighed. As I saw a paper and a pen, I made my trial again. I know it is impossible for an intangible spirit, like me, to grab or handle an object. But I believe, "There is a possibility in every impossible thing."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I tried to hold the pen but it kept passing through to my fingers. When I almost held it, that's the time my hand became intangible again. Because of my annoyance and anger, I punched the wall. When I realized what I've done, I scolded myself and I removed my hand on the wall.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Uh oh. I thought. That's a big mark. Isabella's gonna kill me if she saw this.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But when the important thought took into my mind, I smirked. Why? Because my hand didn't pass through on the wall.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My eyes widened but I didn't get my hopes go high so I did one more trial with the pen.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay Phineas, let's do this." I mumbled.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Slowly, I placed my hand on it. Then, I just focused in grabbing the pen. I grasped my hand and lifted it. My jaw dropped at first but it instantly shifted to a smile.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I did it!" I shouted while I tossed the pen. "Ha! I DID IT!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I got the pen again, I excitingly sat on the chair and I started to write something on the paper.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Finish!" I exclaimed as I raised the paper. Finally, I did something most of the spirits can't. I cannot wait to tell this to Isabella.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But I celebrated too early.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My headache turned up again but it isn't a light headache. It seemed like when I wore stethoscope once and my friend played the chest piece (the one that the doctors placed on the parts of our body) by slapping it really hard and your head started to ache that you're feeling that the sound coming from the stethoscope is killing you.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The headache really stings into my brain. Then my vision was starting to distort that there is a mist all around me. When I closed my eyes, the pain immediately stopped. However, when I opened it, I'm no longer in Isabella's house.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Instead, I found myself in the backseat of a car.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, bro! Missed me?" That's my... that's me. When I was alive.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Then they get in the car. At first, I didn't realize who the person beside me is. But I remembered who the person is. It's my brother, Ferb. My eyes watered a bit when I saw him but I tried to hold his shoulders, my hand passed through. I felt upset that I can't talk to him or hold him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ferb, have you planned something for Mom's birthday?" My other self asked him and Ferb just looked at him. I remember that he doesn't talk too much. We just talk like that. Brother-to-brother telepathy link, in simple terms.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Could you just make it simple? You know, for a change?" My other self asked him again. Ferb raised a brow, as a sign that he's very curious, and he started to speak.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas, is Mom's birthday the reason why you came back here?" He asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um... well, of course!" My other self replied as he scuffed his ear. How terrible liar I am, I thought.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You're lying, Phineas." My brother commented. "Is it because of that?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay, you've already got me, Ferb!" My other self shouted. I'm confused. What in the world are they talking about?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas, do you think you'll gonna succeed about—"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I know I could do that. I'm a man of possibilities!" He shouted at him. "So don't even block my way."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm not making my moves to block you way but I'm worrying about you because if you will fail on your search, I'm sure you would get hurt."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't worry bro, even though my search won't work according to my plans, I would be alright." My other self assured at him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The car stopped at the intersection. My other self reached his bag at the backseat but it fell. When he tried to get it, a van slammed our car, turning it upside down, and pushing it to the middle of the intersection.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"FERB!" I heard myself yelled then my brother's croaks and groans.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ferb, hold on!" He tried to reach him as Ferb's eyes fluttered a bit and finally, he opened it widely.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Bro, what's the matter? Tell me!" I asked him but I remembered that he can't hear me. Wait... is this the reason why I died? Is this vision a memory of mine? Is this a memory fragment? If it is, there is no way I could change it.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas..." He croaked. "You need... to... run..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Run..." And he lost his consciousness.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ferb!" Then a heard a honk and screech of a burning tire. I looked back and I saw a truck was gaining speed on us.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh oh." I said and the truck crashed on our car. I quickly shut my eyes and I heard someone calling my name repeatedly.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas! Wake up!" It's Isabella's voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw is her sapphire eyes full of worries.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey..." I said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She gasped. "My gosh, you're okay!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I put my hand on my forehead. "What happened?" I asked her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh, I just found you lying on the floor." She told me. "Is your head hurts?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I blinked my eyes. "A little bit but I'm okay." When I tried to lift my other hand, I saw her hand holding mine tightly. My heart skipped several beats. "Isabella, uhm, would you mind if you..." I pointed her hand. I don't want her to take her hand back but I can't lend my hand forever to her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ah..." She removed her hand. I noticed that her cheeks are read but I didn't mind that.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I got up and lie on the sofa, she went to her room and changed her clothes. But I would prefer her uniform because she looked adorable when she wore it. Whoa, did I think that?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I shook my head. Maybe it's just the effect of the memory fragment. But it's strange... the memory... it's like an incomplete one. There is something missing on it and I know it's important.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Oh man. I have this new feeling towards Isabella and I have this problem about the memory fragment. Please, I told in my mind, can somebody tell me what the heck is happening on here?

Chapter 5: Wanna Go Out?
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: In Isabella's house)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I got worried when I saw an unconscious Phineas lying on the floor. I wonder what happened to him...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I got up of my bed, I quickly checked him and I saw him writing something. I didn't mind it at first but I suddenly apprehend what he's doing. He is writing with a real pen and a paper?! While I'm very amazed, at the same time a little scared, I quickly rushed up to him and slapped his head.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"OW!" He exclaimed. "What were you thinking?! ARE YOU IN YOUR RIGHT MIND?!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, maybe I'm not because you are using a real pen!" I yelled.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What? Oh, yeah, I forgot to say to you yesterday. I already did it." He said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What do you mean?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I already did it! I can hold now objects!" He told me with a smile. I found myself smiling too because he finally accomplished something extraordinary, for a spirit. "Isn't that amazing?" He beamed at me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah..." Then I saw a phrase from the paper he's currently writing. It said:

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">'Be in two places at once.'

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It doesn't make any sense to me so I asked him about that. I tried not to use my usual catchphrase since Dad died but I think I don't have any choice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey Phineas, what'cha doin'?" I said as he blinked at me and I took my seat beside him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um..." He started. "Well, where do I begin with... do you know the 'bucket list'"? He asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"The list of things and stuff you want to do before you die?" I asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh-huh, and that's the one I'm working right now." He told me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wait a minute, you're making a bucket list? How you'll gonna do the things you want if you're already dead? I thought that the list is working for people who are in the front of Death's door?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah, you're right but they say, 'it's never too late to do something.'" I wanna say no because that quote doesn't work all the time but I tried to be happy for him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Have you listed all the things you wanna do?" I asked and he looked at me as he grabbed the paper from the table.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I just listed only three. I know I can't do all of the things I want to do, so I listed the things I want to do since I was young."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Can I take a peek?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But, of course!" Then he gave me the paper.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I glanced at the paper, I saw many scratches and scribbles on it. He really thought hard about this, I said in my mind. The first one is the 'two places at once' thing and the list went:

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">2. To slow dance in the middle of the crowd.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">3. To...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The third one is really full of lines and scribbles. Maybe he doesn't want to show that to me so he hid it. I didn't ask about that, instead I asked about the second one.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You wanna slow dance? Really?" I asked and his face turned sad.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, yeah... I haven't got the chance to slow dance in our prom when I was in high school. In college... um... my partner left me before we dance." He let out a sigh. "That's my very wish. But the biggest problem is..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Is?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Is that... I don't know how to dance." I blinked my eyes and I started to giggle.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What?" He demanded. "Is there something funny?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, yes. Yes, there is." I replied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What are you—" He stopped for a while and he laughed at me. "You think that I can't really dance? What I'm trying to say to you is I can't slow dance. I can dance everything but slow dance, that's a big negative."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You can't slow dance but you can dance?" I repeated. "You made this girl confused, Phineas."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Really?" He chuckled. "Sorry for that. Anyway, since I'm still not familiar with this place and I wanna treat you, do you want to go out with me?" He asked me. I paused for a while before I reply at him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I don't know... I have some stuff to do." I told him. Actually, I don't want to go out because I am very tired working and searching in the hospital. And what if I saw my ex-boyfriend with his girl? I don't wanna see myself crying, and I don't want Phineas to see me crying about it.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I know that you're tired but please, I wanna do this as a thank you gift for you." He told me. When I opened my mouth, he reached for my hand. The moment his ghostly finger touched my finger, I know that I'm in cloud nine. But... I'm starting to like it. I want to feel this for a very long time. I think "cloud nine" is not the best term to describe this feeling I have. I don't think even the dictionary doesn't have the proper word to express it.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Maybe you're telling me that maybe this feeling is a bad thing. But I'm saying this to you: this feeling is the greatest emotion that I've ever felt in my life.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I looked at him, at his eyes... there is something at those eyes... it looks so familiar but I can't distinguish. I know that I already saw it before we met. Maybe I saw it from some of the patients of the hospital.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, are you okay? You became silent since I asked you." He told me as I removed myself out of my thoughts.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"If you don't really want to go, it's fine with me. I shouldn't force you because you're tired searching for my body."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No!" I shouted then I lowered my voice. "I mean, I would love to go with you."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, you don't need to do this if you don't want to."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas, it is fine with me. Really." I told him. "And oh, don't worry, this day would be a rest day for me. In fact, you can consider this as a date—" I quickly shut up my big mouth with my hands, interrupting me from talking rubbish. I flushed dark red very wild. I never felt like this before.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I looked at the spirit, I could tell that he was surprised from what I've said earlier. "You... want... me... to... consider... this... as a... date...?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um..." Awkward. "Well, you can... say that..." He blinked his eyes. "But if you don't want—"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"That's fine with me. Well, I'm not an expert in dates but," He moved his face, near mine causing our noses to bump, "I will assure to you that this would be the best date that you have ever experienced."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When our noses bumped again, my heart raced. Our faces are still near to each other's faces, that in single move... we could...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Agh, cut it out, Isabella! My mind scolded me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He moved his face, opening the gap again. Maybe he saw my cheeks, flaring red. "Um... maybe... we should get ready." He said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah." And I rushed to my room to change my outfit. When I saw my face at the mirror, still flaring, I slapped my cheeks lightly to lessen the blush and to remove a thought in my mind.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">What is this new feeling that I have for Phineas?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Phineas's POV (Setting: At the sidewalk)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As we walked our way to a restaurant, I noticed that Isabella has been smiling since we left her house. Is it because of what I've done earlier? Well, if it is... then... maybe I could do that again... Since, I'm just doing this for her. To show her appreciation. To make her happy. But why I want to do this anyway? Could it be—

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Here we are." Isabella said when we arrived to our destination. She looked at me, still smiling. I can't help myself to smile too. It's like her smiles are very contagious.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Let's eat." I said and we walked in.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hello, ma'am." A waiter came up, greeting her only as he accommodated her. I was about to ask why he didn't greet me but I mentally face-palmed to remind myself that I'm just a spirit. An invisible ghost. While we're walking to our table, I remembered a single but important thing.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um, Isabella?" I whispered.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes?" She replied in a whisper as we sat down.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I..." I gulped a bit. "...don't have any money to pay for the food." I shyly said and she started to laugh. "What?" I crossed my arms.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You planned to eat in our date but you don't have any money?" She asked as she tried to stop laughing. I gave her a glare; however, I couldn't help to burst a laugh too.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm a ghost! Do you want me to pay the waiter some ghost money?" I questioned her and she laughed again. My heart started to beat faster and faster as I listened to her laughs. It's like a melody to my ears. A melody that I wanted to repeat over...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And over...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And over again...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay..." She finally said. "I'll pay for it."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, I should be the one to pay this since I'm the one who planned all of these."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas, don't worry. I already got my salary yesterday."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But I'm the guy, and in a date, the guy should take over the expenses."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas, as what have you said earlier, you are a ghost. You can't do that. And it's fine with me."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But—"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She placed her finger at my lips. "Please, stop arguing. Okay?" Then I accepted my defeat, stopped talking, and watched her eat.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When our food was served, we talked about her family and about her work at the hospital while she gobbling her dessert. I tried to tell her about what really happened while I was out yesterday and about the memory fragment but when she faced me... I tried not to snicker.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She raised her left brow. "Did I say something funny?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well... your face..." And I burst into my laughter. She checked her face on her little mirror.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas." She said flatly.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay," I sighed, "I'll stop." And I helped her wipe the chocolate syrup out of her cheeks and her cute little nose.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You know, I'll clean myself at the bathroom" She said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay, just take your time." I told her and she went to the ladies' room.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">You know... this feeling that I have for her... is... unexplainable. In every smile, in every sway and stoke of her hair... my heart is jumping any my hands are sweating. But I tried not to show my nervousness. But the big deal here is...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Why am I feeling this way at her?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">After five minutes of waiting at the table, she came back but unlike before she went to the washroom, her face was down and her lips are full of sadness.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What's the matter?" I asked her with my arms crossed and worried.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nothing." She said, trying to put happiness on her voice but I know that there is something wrong. When I take a glimpse at her eyes, I noticed that it is so reddish.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Did you cry?" She shook her head in response. "Are you sure that you're okay?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah, I'm fine." She told me, putting a fake smile on her lips. "Don't worry, okay?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And we continued our conversation. I don't wanna press on it but I know there's something happened.

Chapter 6: Feelings
<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Phineas's POV (Setting: At the restaurant)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As we continue our conversation, her voice is full of sadness and she is trying to hide her tears from me. At first, I didn't press on it because I'm afraid that this date wouldn't turn out good in the end but when I glimpse again into her red eyes, I felt that my heart was stripped into pieces. I was like I'm hurt by looking at her face, full of unhappiness.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I can't stand this, I thought. I should comfort her, not make her happy even she doesn't want to.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I sighed, interrupting her from talking. "Okay, that's it. I can't stand it."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ha? What is it?" She asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella..." I looked at her. "I know there is something happened to you earlier so please... don't hide it from me. You can tell everything to me. Just let it out and I'll listen." When she looked at me, I know this would be the end of our date but then, she just sighed.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You already got me, Phineas." She said. "Is it very obvious?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah." I honestly told her. "Very obvious."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She cracked a smile. "Well... okay. But... where will I start with?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You can start it at the beginning." I told her.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay... I used to have a boyfriend. His name is Edward Harris. We had a great time, and a great relationship. I met him while I'm working at the hospital. After a year, he told me that he likes me but first, I rejected him."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Why?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She looked away from me. "Honestly, I don't know."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okayyy..." I just said and she continued.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"But he didn't give up on me. He courted me; we went on a date, and... I finally gave my 'yes'. I thought it would be a perfect one for me... but I'd let my hopes went too high."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wait, can you describe this..." I paused, thinking what word to use. "...ugly, ex-boyfriend of yours."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">She laughed. "You gave me there a laugh. Uhm... he's very smart, talented, and a good joker too. He is one of the best doctors here in the Tri-State Area."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wow. A perfect boyfriend." I said sarcastically.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You can say that."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well... if he's a perfect boyfriend to you, why you two broke up?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Before we met at the park... I was about to give him a surprise at a restaurant. When I saw him... he was with a girl. She's more beautiful than me. And guess what they did? They kissed in front of me! I wanna slap him at the face but my tears went out of my eyes and I ran off. Then I bumped at you." She smiled as she brushed off her tears. "You know, after I met you at the park... I almost forget about him..."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"And you're crying because...?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I saw them again..." She trailed off.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">That's so mean of him. Isabella is a great girl! Maybe she's the greatest girl I've ever met! Why he would do that in front of his girlfriend?!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Where is he now?" I suddenly asked, with a little anger in my voice.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"He's near at the bar with the girl—" I quickly stood up and started to walk out. "Where are you going? Phineas!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">That Edward guy is gonna have a piece of me. He will regret that he hurt Isabella.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I'm at the bar, I heard a girl's voice and laughter of a man.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh, Edward, you're so silly." The girl at my back said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm not." Gotcha. As he talked to the girl, I tried to call his attention but my hands can't touch him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, pig head!" I shouted but he couldn't hear me. However, I didn't stop. "Are you just a snob or you're a deaf old man?" I saw Isabella standing at the exit, calling me to go but I'm not leaving until this guy learns his lesson.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, ugly face!" I shouted again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Did you hear something?" Edward asked to the girl.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I hear nothing." She replied. He heard something?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm talking to you, pig head!" I shouted again. I noticed that he took a glance behind for a while and he shifted his attention to the girl. Maybe he heard me shouting, so I continue shouting some insults at him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"My friend of mine told me you're perfect man here but I think it's just a plain gossip. Why, you ask? It's because I just see you as a man without a good attitude!" I saw his hands grasp and shaking in anger. He also bit his lip.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Edward, are you okay?" The girl asked him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Not really. I think someone in my head is telling some insults about me." He replied.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Y'know, let's just talk about your useless and worthless ex-girlfriend." I gritted my teeth when I heard the phrase "useless and worthless ex-girlfriend".

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella? Yeah, she's just a pathetic girl with no aspirations in life that interests me." I clenched my fists but I tried to be calm.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well, good thing that you broke up at her. Her face, so disgusting. I would rather not to look at her. I thought at first you have a good taste in picking girls."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Agreed. And for your information, Danielle, I have a good taste in picking girls. But you know, for me, she is the ugliest girlfriend that I had in my entire life."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">THAT IS IT! HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY RIGHT TO CRITICIZE ISABELLA LIKE THAT!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I grabbed his collar then I punched him straight at his face. He flew away and crashed to the bar. The Danielle girl rushed up at him and helped him stand.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ed! Are you alright?" She asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah, I'm fine. I felt someone or something hit me really hard."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Maybe this place is haunted!" She exclaimed.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nah, that's ridiculous. Don't talk rubbish things." He told her. Then a light bulb blinked in my mind. I held the candle and showed that they're floating in mid-air. Their eyes widened in horror. And I whispered at his ear, "Hello, scaredy pants."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"YOU'RE RIGHT! THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED!" Edward yelled.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Let's getta outta here!" The girl exclaimed and they ran off. They didn't notice Isabella as they approached the exit door. When they left, Isabella walked at me with her jaw dropped.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"How you—Did you—Have you—" She stuttered.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Uh, the sentences? I can't understand you." I said as I scratched my head.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Did you just, punched him?!" She yelled. Great, Phineas. You just ruined the perfect date.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm... so sorry, Isabella." I told her. "I shouldn't—"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Why are you saying sorry?" She asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I just ruined the date! Aren't you mad at me?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What? No! I'm not mad at you."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You're not?" I asked, little surprised. "But why—"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas," She placed her hand on top of my hand, "I'm not mad because I don't care what happened at him. You should be happy. It's a great thing that you didn't pass through at him."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Wait, what?" When she told me about that, my thoughts finally sank in to my mind and I finally realized what I have done earlier. "I just punched him..." I trailed off.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Without being intangible." She completed. A smile was formed on my lips.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"YES!" I yelled. "YES! YES! YES!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Don't celebrate yet. You're still a ghost. Even if you can hold objects and touch people, they would freak out because the things around them are floating in mid-air and they're hearing some creepy voices."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay, ma'am. I understand." I said sarcastically but I smiled. Maybe punching Edward... is a good thing after all. Not because I don't like his attitude...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But because it makes her scar heal a little bit. Now I know what this feeling I have for her is.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Could it be that this is the... essence of...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Love?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Isabella's POV (Setting: At the bus stop)

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">While we are waiting for the bus stop, I tried to think how to pay Phineas for punching my ex-boyfriend. Yet, I'm curious. Why he did that? What is the reason behind that punch?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas?" I called him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah?" He responded.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Why you punched him anyway?" When he heard the question, he looked away from me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Um... nothing?" He replied. It sounded like a question than a statement.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas." I demanded while I crossed my arms.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"It's nothing, Isabella. Okay?" He told me without looking at me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Come on!" I yelled. Some people around us glared at me. I almost forgot that I'm talking to a spirit. Phineas laughed at me. "What?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Your face is so cute even you're mad." He chuckled.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Pfft. Lies." I commented.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm serious!" He exclaimed but I ignored him. "Aw, come on, Isabella. Look at me."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Talk to the wind." I said flatly.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Please?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I will talk to you, if you tell me what happened between you and Edward."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"It's nothing. I just hate his attitude." He told me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I don't believe in you."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"That's all!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay." I said. "Suit yourself. You'll never find you body." I smiled mischievously but he raised a brow.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Are you trying to blackmail me?" He asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Why? Is it obvious?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yes. Yes, it is." He replied and he burst a laugh. If I could kill him... agh! I'm so stupid, I know he's already dead but at this point, I was ready to stick the ghost in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the cannibals at the streets.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hmpf." I said and he laughed again. I covered my ears but... I couldn't help not to smile too and he punched my shoulder lightly.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm just messing up with you, Isabella." He told me then his face went serious. I never saw him like that. "You wanna know what he did earlier?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Your ex-boyfriend said some things that will make you cry or hurt. I can't stand listening some of his invective words so I just shut his dirty mouth up."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What kind of insults did he say?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I... don't want to talk about it." He said firmly. What's wrong with him? I should be the one to feel bad of my insults, not him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Long pause.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Phineas... thank you." I finally said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He looked at me. "For what?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"For all of this. For making this night... memorable."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"It's alright. You deserve it." He smiled and I blushed a bit. Wait, why am I blushing?!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I looked at him again, I was mesmerized by his blue eyes. I know that I already seen those eyes... I can't just remember whom. I know there is something at those... but what is it?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Isabella, are you alright? You seem pretty disturbed." Phineas asked.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah. I'm alright." I answered. Then the clouds let some moisture. "Great, I forgot to bring an umbrella."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Man, raining in the summer season. I hate it." As the bus came, I got an idea.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Come on." I said as I dragged him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, whoa!" He exclaimed. "I thought we gonna go home? Where are we going?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I took the window seat and winks at him. "You will know." He took his seat and I didn't notice that I fell into sleep.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">As I saw Phineas in my dream, which is kind of weird, the air conditioner gave me a shiver and I woke up. "Cold... ssshhh." I shivered again. While I tried to heat myself up, Phineas placed his arm around me and held my shoulder with his hand. A sudden warm feeling came in.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Feeling cold?" He asked. I shook my head in response. This warm sensation... I never felt this since... Nah, it's impossible. Maybe I'm just getting exaggerate again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">After several minutes, the bus stopped and I dragged him out. Luckily, the rain stopped once we got out.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay, I give up." He told me after he scanned the surroundings. "What exactly are we doing here?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Just wait." I said as I pushed him beside a line on the highway.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"One foot there," I pointed the left side of the line, "And the other one, here." Then I pointed the right side of the line. He followed my instructions but I could see that he doesn't have any idea what we're doing. Great, I thought. Everything is getting with the flow.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What in the world are we doing, Isabella?" He asked again.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Okay, now, you're standing on the both sides of the state border." I told him.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"And?" I felt like I'm talking to a dumb boy but I tried to elaborate it.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I paused for a while and smiled. "You are in two places at once."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He blinked at me, as if he didn't understand what I've said earlier. But before I slap my face, he quickly rushed up and hugged me. Again, the warm sensation surged in. "Thanks." He just said. I smiled a bit and I didn't hesitate to hug him back.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Welcome." I replied. He broke our embrace, though I want to hug him longer.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm gonna wait for the bus, you wanna go now?" My mouth couldn't speak any word so I nodded and went back to the bus stop.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Why I'm feeling so jovial every time he touches me and hugs me? I couldn't express again my feelings in exact so I—

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Hey, Isabella! The bus is here!" He yelled.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh, okay. I'm coming."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"That was fun." He told me while we're getting inside of the house. I'm still wet because the bus got wrecked two miles away so we ran all the way instead of waiting. "You should change your clothes. You might get sick."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah." Then I remembered something we didn't do earlier. "Wait, we forgot to slow dance!"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Oh... yeah, right. No problemo, I could do it some other time." He said. "But first, we should rest."

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Right." I nodded. "So, good night?"

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah, good night too." He said.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When I held the door knob, he quickly gave me a hug again. Because of his sudden movement, my face flushed red and my whole body was paralyzed. WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Thanks again for the wonderful l night, Isabella. I really have fun." He said and he broke his hug. I tried to speak but again, I couldn't speak even a single word. I faced him and gave a smile, then I went inside of my room.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">What is happening to me? Why I'm feeling this at him? In every smile, in every glance of his blue eyes... my heart is pounding really hard...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The warm sensations... his blue eyes...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Then all of the sudden, every thought in my mind became clear to me.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I snatched my watch and again, I remembered the boy. Now I get it. Many questions are still unanswered but only two questions are still bugging my mind.

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Is Phineas the boy who saved me when I was young?

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And...

<p style="max-height:999999px;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Am I falling in-love at him?