Everything has Changed

This an entire different timelinethan my other Fan Fic.This Fan Fic belongs to Numbuh26. == Everything has changed ''' '''== === (Isabella's Point Of Veiw (POV)) ===  I was eating dinner with my mom when the phone rang. My mom got up and answered it. She looked surprised for a moment and then catching me looking at her inquiringly, she turned so her back faced me. I caught a few words: "Died.........Funeral" and then a word that shocked me: "Gretchen", I nearly choked on my potatoes. My mom then hung up the phone and came back to the table. I took a drink out of my glass. My mom had a sad look on her face.

 "What's the matter mom?" I had to ask dread filling me up.

 "Your little friend Gretchen," My mom began tears coming to her eyes,"Something happened"

 "What mom?" I asked as the dread grew

 "Well you know how her dad had been sick for a couple of years now?" My mom asked

 "Yes" I repiled my dread growing even more

 "Well Isa he died last night" My mom said as the tears started rolling down her face," Gretchen's mom just called and asked if she could stay here for a few days while her mom gets everything arranged"

 I feel numb, I don't know what to say. I mean how can I know what to say.I swallow and then ask "Does Gretchen know?"

 "Yes Isa, your friend knows" My mom says. === (Gretchen's POV) ===  I feel like someone has punched me in the stomach. This morning I was told my dad died. My mom wanted me to stay home from my Fireside Girls meeting at the lodge house downtown. I went anyway, I told her that I had to be there. I hate seeing my mom cry, thats why I went to the meeting. My mom hadn't cried this munch since my dad was dianogsed with the cancer. I hear a knock on my door, its my mom.

 "Gretchen honey" shes says her eyes are red-rimmed, "I just got off the phone with Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro and I asked her if you can spend a few days with the Garcia-Shapiro family and she said yes"

 "Ok" I answer, not looking at her.

 "Are you okay sweetie" My mom asks.

 I dont answer, instead I ask "Are you taking me there or is Isabella's mom coming?"

 "I am taking you over there" My mom says gently

 "When?" I ask

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "In about an hour" She repiles. === (Phineas's POV) === <p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> My phone rings and its Isabella.I glance over at Ferb and he looks surprised.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> I answer my phone: "Hi Isabella"

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Hey Phineas whatch doin'?" Isabella asks me but she sounds sad.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Nothing much why?" I answer

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Umm I dont think the Fireside Girls will be able to help tomorrow with whatever you guys plan" Isabella answers my question.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> Dread forms in the pit of my stomach and for the first time I don't fell optomistic. Ferb is looking at me with a concerned expression. I ask her one more question "Did something happen to one of the Fireside Girls?"

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "I can't tell you right now Phineas, maybe later but not right now" Isabella says" I gotta go Phineas, Good night." She hangs up, I look at my phone and watch the screen go dark.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "So what did Isabella had to say" Ferb asks me making me jump.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Nothing much, and that in itself is odd" I answer him as my heart rate drops back to normal.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Hmmmm..." Ferb says

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "She said somthing about the Fireside Girls might not be able to help us tomorrow." I inform him.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Wow, They almost always help us out" Ferb commented.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Well we will find out tomorrow, lets get ready for bed" I say.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> Ferb nods and pulls out his pajamas and heads to the bathroom.I follow him with my pajamas in my hand. == THE NEXT MORNING...... == === (Isabella's POV) === <p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> I wake up and look over at Gretchen who has her back facing me. My heart jumps a beat and then I see her chest rise and fall with each breath, I let go a sigh that I didn't realize I had been holding. She was sleeping on a tent cot.

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Gretchen" I call to her, "You awake?"

<p style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"> "Yes" comes her muffled response. <span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri">