I stretched out on the couch. It was good to be back home. Despite the huge scar on my chest. It only itched now so I guess it was ok. 

"So, you're rejoining O.W.C.A again?" Pinky asked.

We were channel surfing and she was sitting next to me. It was a lazy day, can you blame us? Besides, what're we gonna do? Everyone was on dates. 

Yup. Phineas and Isabella got back together and were probably going for a cruise on Phineas' boat of romance that he rebuilt. Ferb and Vanessa, ok well, it wasn't a date. Ferb was helping Vanessa shop for new clothes but what did she need them for? She already had like fifty pairs of the same outfit and boots.  Actually, I've never seen her wear anything else. Baljeet and Ginger were on a double date with Buford and Gretchen. Yes, Gretchen from Fireside Girls. Honestly, everyone was surprised but I think Buford just didn't want Ginger alone with his nerd.

"Yea, I miss fighting." I said. 
"Whatever. Just be careful." Pinky muttered.
"Aw, are you worried about me?" I smirked.
"Me? Worried? About you? As if!" She scoffed.
"Are you sure? I see a little blush." I laughed and poked her cheek.

She pouted. Aw, I never knew she had such a cute pout under all that tough exterior. 

"Be quiet, Flynn-Fletcher." She murmured.

I took her hand and held it. It was really warm and fit my hand perfectly. I could've gone the rest of my days like this. Just sitting with my best friend as I laughed about her cute face.

I saw her blush and try to pull away. "Let go, P." She said
"Why would I want to let go of my cute best friend?" I smiled.
Suddenly, she stopped resisting and her face was covered with her blonde hair. "You don't mean that..."
"What? Of course I mean it!" I exclaimed.
"Shut up! No you don't!" She yelled and turned away.

I heard soft sobbing sounds and I let go. "P-Pinky? Are you crying?"
"N-No..." She whispered.
"Pinky, look at me. Why are you crying?" I took her chin and gently turned it towards me.I was right. She was crying. "You don't understand."
"Then tell me. I hate to see you cry." I said.
"It's...never mind." She said.
"Come on, Pinky. I want to know." I said.

"I said no." She said.
"Pinky!" I insisted.
"P, no!" She yelled.
"Why can't you just tell me? Aren't we friends?" I Asked.
"You wouldn't get it!" She said.
"I want to know!" I yelled
"I love you!" She shouted.

My anger flew out of me and I inhaled sharply. "W-What..."
Pinky's eyes widened in horror. "I-I mean...:"

Pinky...in love with me? What...it can't be true...can it? It has to be a joke. T-That sounds right. Wait, isn'tt it April's Fools Day soon? That must be it. An early prank.

"An early April Fools Day prank, Pinky? Clever!" I laughed.
Her face went pale. "W-what..."
"It was a joke, right? Good thing we're friends or I wouldn't have gotten that." I beamed, proud of myself fro figuring that out so quickly.

She looked at me in horror and her face flushed a deep red. "You think I was joking?"
"Well, I mean, aren't you? No way you could be in love with me. We're a team! Best friends till the end!" I smiled.
Small tears started coming from her eyes. "You could never think of me that way?"
"What?"  That wasn't the answer?
"Look at me, Perry! Tell me! Could you ever think of me like Phineas does of Isabella?" She yelled.

How Phineas thinks of Isabella? He's heads over heels in love with her...is that what she means? Wait...she wasn't joking?

"Pinky...are you in love with me?" I asked. quietly.
She cringed but slowly nodded. "Yes..."

So...I was wrong. It wasn't a joke...she really does love me...
Do,,,do I love her that way, too? I mean...she my best friend and all but...

"I-I care for you alot but..." 
"But you could never think of me like that. Am I right?"

I nodded. I didn't want to hurt her but...I don't know...it was weird to think of her like that. All I could think right now was of the shaky chihuahua that sometimes teamed up with me to defeat the evil scientists of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.

"I knew it..." That was all she said and ran out of the house.
"Pinky!" I exclaimed.

I tried to follow her but she slammed the door in my face. By the time, I'd opened it, she was already locking the door to Isabella's house. 

I looked at the Garcia-Shapiro's closed door in despair and my legs caved in from under me. They felt like jelly as i fell down. 

Why do I always hurt her...