(This is from Isabella's point-of-view)
I stared wide-eyed at the sky. A small, floating disc was spinning in Rawak orders. For a saat there it looked like snow(since it was snowing outside), but it was too dark to be snow. What is that thing? I should have really used common sense before I thought any longer, but that moment there I was almost positive that was an alien spacecraft. I could have sworn it was that for sure.
Sprinting downstairs and bursting out the door while thrusting my merah jambu sweater on, I charged over to my best friend's(and yet crush's) house and exclaimed, "Have anda seen it? They're here-" then I just looked like a total fool(which is the last thing I want to do), because right there in Phineas's hand was a remote, and in Ferb's, the disc.
"Is everything alright, Isabella?" Phineas asked, a hint of a sympathetic softness in his voice.
I slapped my palm to my face. "I feel like an idiot," I complained sadly.
"How's that?" Phineas asked. "You're not an idiot. You're smart."
Just sejak those simple words, I felt flattered that Phineas thought I was smart. I didn't realize that I had drifted off into my own little dreamworld until this happened: "Oh, Isabella," Phineas sighed as he gently took my hands. "I want to live with anda forever and ever, and never be apart. Let us run together and thou our Cinta shall never be broken." And with that, his whole lower body turned into a horse's lower body and he threw me onto his back as we galloped into the sunset.
". . .Isabella??"
Snapping out of it, I was conscious to the world again. "Hmm?" I asked, a blank expression on my face. "What's that, now?"
Phineas looked confused. "Is there something troubling you?"
I shook my head. "No," I berkata casually. "No, not at all. . ."
Phineas raised an eyebrow. "Six people today have thought this thing was a UFO," he laughed. "I'm guessing you're the seventh."
I nodded slightly. "That's why I feel stupid."
Phineas shook his head. "You're not stupid. You've inspired me and encouraged me. Does that sound stupid to you?" He grasped my hands sweetly. I swore I was in Phineasland again, but I thought wrong. He was actually holding my hands, and staring in my eyes. His eyes were so gorgeous. . . I got Lost in them. Lost in those perfect, navy blue eyes. . .
"Well?" Phineas prompted. "Would you?"
"Would I what?" I really need to stop going brain-dead!
Phineas looked un-pleased. "Like to help us decorate our Krismas tree?"
I blushed wildly and I felt like a total retard. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I'm just not myself today. yes, I would like to."
Phineas chuckled. "It's alright; that's happened to me so many times before." Then he looked like he didn't mean to say that. I smirked. "Really? How's that?"
Phineas shrugged. "I don't know. . . Why?"
I began to giggle. "Usually when someone get's Lost in the world, they are in love. So, Phineas," I couldn't help but stare into his eyes again. "Who is it?"
Phineas blushed and began to scratch his ear(which was whatever he did when fibbing) and looked the other direction. "What? No, I- I'm not in love." That's it. He is. He's blushing, stuttering, scratching his ear, and not looking directly at me. He's lying. He is in love. My hope began to fly like a newly bird.
Then jealousy struck me. What if this girl he was in Cinta with wasn't me?
"So," Phineas went on. "You're telling me that you're in love? Because anda were the first to zone out."
"No!" I objected sternly. "Not until anda admit anda are in love."
Ferb looked at his brother, as if saying, 'You should tell her, now.'
Phineas fidgeted with the zipper on his blue hoodie. "Can we go inside now?" He asked coolly, changing the subject. "I'm freezing."
I blinked. "Okay. I'm cold too." I was strongly hoping that Phineas would come over and put his arm around me for warmth, but we just walked inside.
"Hi, kids!" Linda Flynn-Fletcher exclaimed happily as we entered the house. "Care for some fresh cookies?" She held out a pinggan of brand new, sweet smelling Chocolate chip cookies. All three of us happily took one.
"We have three whole box fulls of ornaments," Phineas began. "And tons of tinsel and garland."
"Great!" I peeped. "Where do we start?"
"How about something to do with that mistletoe anda are standing under?" Candace broke in, a wide smile on her face.
Oh, no. I thought. Why here? Why now? It's not like I didn't want to Ciuman him, but really? In front of Candace and Ferb? Embarrassing. . .
I could see that Phineas was equally embarrassed. "Um. . ." His gaze was locked on the floor and he was shuffling his feet. I looked around, but Ferb was just leaving the room with Candace.
Phineas and I turned to walk away, but for a moment there, we had the same agenda. Our heads moved forward, and to me it must have been in slow motion, because I remembered the picture of the vase and two people our teacher had shown us last year. I wondered if the vase could fit between us. If it did happen to fit, we would have smooshed it, because our lips landed on the perfect place: on bahagian, atas of the others. It was a real kiss, and it was way better than I had expected. As we pulled away, Phineas touched his lips and said, "Did that taste like cherries to you?"
It was my perfect, Krismas kiss, and I couldn't have imagined it better.