“Phineas? What are you…?” The seventeen year-old girl slows to a stop in front of her bedroom window, her brain freezing in shock.

The teenage boy in her backyard is wearing a tuxedo and holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers. “Isabella… I came to apologize.”

She bites her lip, “Phineas, I shouldn't have gotten mad at you…”

“I shouldn't have pretended to forget Valentine's day. There's a white box in your closet. Meet me behind the bushes when you’re finished getting changed.”

With that, he vanishes into the hedge along the fence. Isabella blinks. “Pretended..?” She walks over to her small closet, her eyes widening when she sees the large flat white box.

When she lifts the lid, her face goes pinker than the delicate material in front of her. “Oh my goodness….”

Phineas’ neck is sweaty underneath his fancy collar, his face almost as red as his hair. When Isabella had slapped him…

~flashback~

“Phineas, you know what today is?”

“Um… Friday.” He glances at her across the table. “It was in the assembly this morning.”

He was in jeans and a bright orange long sleeved shirt. Everyone else was wearing pink or red or white or all three.

“You..” She stares down at the valentine she made him. Even after dating for a month, the teen is clueless to romantic cues.

Ferb puts a hand on his brother's shoulder, whispering something into his ear. Phineas’ eyes widen, “Fuck…”

Isabella stares at him in shock. She’s never heard him say anything more serious that “darn” before.

“It’s Jillian Kerrik's birthday and we didn't even have a favourite inventor party!”

~present~

The slap had resounded through the entire cafeteria, the valentine shredded and thrown in his face as well as all three lunches within reach.

He gingerly brushes his fingertips along the scratch the ring he gave her had made. Not when she threw it but when she had hit him. His hand moves down to where he's now wearing the ring on his smallest finger.

His plan had backfired. He'd been counting the days until he could take her to the romantic getaway he had made… gotten permission from parents.

All he had wanted to do was surprise her just before midnight.

A rustle in the bushes cuts off his train of thought and he looks up. “Wow…”

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro is wearing an ankle length pink shimmering crush velvet dress. “Ph-phineas.. what's going on?”

“I’ve been planning this for weeks…” He bites his lip, “Since before I even worked up the nerve to ask you out… to make up for everything… this whole time.”

She covers her mouth stepping up to him with tears in her eyes. “Oh Phineas…”

“So… are you coming?” He smiles weakly, offering the bunch of orchids.

The girl blinks curiously, reaching out her hand hesitantly to take the beautiful bouquet. “Where?”

The fence opens up to reveal a two seater version of the Sun Chaser 3000, and Phineas shoots her his signature excited grin. “With me.”

Isabella giggles happily, nodding and taking his hand. “Anywhere.”

He helps her into the seat next to him, closing the cockpit windshield. “Oh and by the way, I have a whole weekend planned.”

“Wait, what?” The plane takes off.

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“Phineas…” She steps out of the plane onto the sand of the tiny island, staring at the beautiful cabin that stands in place of the twin trees.

“I mean… I couldn't fit much because of the size of the island… but it turns into a houseboat…” His face is almost as red as his hair.

She spins around, tackling him in a huge hug. “I just can't believe you did this… for me…”

“Well I brought Ferb, of course.” Isabella swats him and he chuckles, “Okay okay, bad joke.”

“Yeah, bad joke.” She huffs. “That wasn't even remotely funny.”

Phineas kisses her forehead apologetically. “So… want to see your cabin?”

“My cabin?” She tilts her head curiously, a pale pink dusting her cheeks.

He nods, “Your cabin.” The teen leads his girlfriend into the small 9×17’ cabin, rubbing her back as they walk.

Isabella gasps softly, the flowers tumbling from her hand. “Ph-Phineas…”

The main area has 12’ ceilings, which makes the tiny space seem larger than it actually is. The walls are polished wood, in deep warm tones, and the accents are metal with slight rust stains. The sectional couch is a soft gray, and the table right in front of them has a glistening chandelier over it.

“So… you like it?” He sounds nervous, unusual for him.

Isabella spins around, wrapping him in a tight hug. “I love it!”

“It has three bedrooms… and the kitchen is small but it has enough storage for two people's worth of food and dishes..”

She blinks, running into the kitchen excitedly. A door off the side of the narrow kitchen leads into the rather spacious three-piece bathroom.

Phineas follows her as she exclaims over the size of the soaker tub, smiling and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leans back against him for a moment before backing up, twisting to face him, and pinning him against the wall of the bathroom with a passionate kiss.

Phineas is startled at first, but his hands almost instinctively cup her face, drawing her close to him and returning the kiss. The teens haven't really made out before, only exchanging small pecks or short kisses.

He knows Isabella has probably done this before though. She was going out with Django, Terry, then Irving for a while, of all people. Just the thought of the short period where he had to see her with other boys makes him more possessive and he lifts her off her feet, holding her waist as he deepens the kiss.

She pulls back for air, and they stare at each other with faces the same colour as Phineas' hair. “We should do this more often…”

“Let's finish the tour first.” He doesn't put her down, instead shifting her to the side of his hip and holding her close as he walks outside to the stairs

Her blush deepens, and she squirms slightly. “Ph-phineas…”

As he steps out the door he pauses, changing course and walking towards a familiar beach. “Mhmm?”

“I can walk.. you know.”

“Nope. Can't.” He sighs dramatically, “Gotta carry ya.”

She squeals as he suddenly drops her into the ocean, pressing her up against the side of the island as he kisses her again.

The cold water is forgotten as she melts against him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her back arching slightly.

After a few minutes he pulls away, and through heavy pants, murmurs, “Oh, and we're going to Paris tomorrow.”