Dear Phineas

Hey guys, LØVĘMÜFFÎÑ here. This is a new story, based on the film "Dear John", I was listening to  Set the Fire To The Third Bar by  Snow Patrol  and I thought of this. Hope you enjoy :D

Prologue
'' This story is about a young, thirteen year old girl named Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. She lives on the coast of Danville, and while she is one day touring the town, she rungs into a thirteen year old boy named Phineas Flynn, who she befriends. Phineas tells her he is training to be in the army, and is on summer vacation from Redhands Military School/Boot Camp in Minnesota, which is precicely 51 miles from Danville. He falls in love with Isabella, but is later taken away from her. They keep in touch by letters, but no matter how many letters they send, they realize they can't be together, but they don't see why they can't try. Nobody else mattered to them at that time, except each other. This is their story. ''

Chapter 1
~*• Isabella's Point Of View •*~

Wow! No matter how long I've lived on Danville Coast, I never realised how beautiful the town square is! It has a huge cobbled square in the middle with a fountain in the center, and pavements with endless stores!! I am just spinning around, drinking it all in. I start to walk around and take pictures with my camera, which isn't the best idea if you're trying to keep focused on where you're going. I then bump into someone and drop my camera and my bag, and they fall to the ground. I gasp, noticing the guy I just bumped into. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" I say, realizing I caused him to fall over. I help him up and he laughs. "It's okay." he replies. He hands me my bag and camera. I throw the bag over my shoulder and just dust off my dress. "So, are you local?" he asks me. "Huh?" "You know, do you live around the area?" "Oh, yeah. I live on Danville Coast, which is about 2 minutes from here." "Cool, I live in Minnesota." "Wow! So, are you on vacation?" "Yeah, I'm on vacation from Military School. I'm training to be in the army." "Awesome!" I say, then my phone starts to ring. Its my mom. Who else? "Hola, Máma." (NOTE: Yeah, I thought it would be cool if she always spoke to her mum in Spanish. I'll leave Subs. She just said:"Hey, Mom.") "Ahh, Hola, Isa. Te necesito para que me algunos huevos. Yo le pagará más tarde." (Ah, Hello, Isa. I need you to get me some eggs. I will pay you back later.) she says to me. "Sí, Máma. ¿Algo más?" (Yes, Mom. Anything Else?) "No,no,no. Gracias, Isa." (No, no, no. Thanks, Isa.) And then she hangs up. "Sorry about that, that's my mom." I say, turning to the guy. "Don't sweat it. You're Spanish?" "Yeah, Mexican-Jewish." "Awesome." He stares at his watch then says to me. "I'm sorry, I have to go. I might see you around." he says. "Okay, see ya!" "Oh, wait! I didn't get your name!" I say. "Phineas Flynn, I'm thirteen!" he says. "Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, and I'm thirteen too." I reply. "I'll see you around!" he says, walking further away. "Yeah, you might. I'm by the sea alot!" I say, waving.