You Belong With Me || A Phinabella Story ✔️

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Phineas POV

I ran to Izzy's house as fast as my legs could carry me, only one thought going through my in mind:

She needs to know.

I forced my feet to a stop as I reached the front door. I hurriedly knocked as I bounced on the balls of my feet, anxiously waiting for the door to open. Luckily, Ms. Garcia Shapiro opened the door and the relief that it wasn't Isabella washes over me.

"Oh Phineas, are you here for Isa?" she asked in a cheery tone.

"Yes, may I come in?" I said.

"Of course, come in come in!"

I entered the house and quickly looked around before facing Isabella's mother.

"She's upstairs in her room," she informed me as if she could read my mind.

"Thanks," I said as I rushed upstairs.

I made it to her door, but hesitated before opening it. I felt my heart beating so fast that I feared it would beat right out of my chest. Beads of sweat fell down the side of my head, mostly from the running, but partially because of the nerves.

I took a deep breath and watched as my trembling hand reached out, grasping the door knob. I turned it and the door slowly opened, creaking as it did so.

I immediately spotted the back of Izzy's raven-black head that surprisingly didn't turn at the sound of the door opening. I took a sharp intake of breath as she remained sitting on her bed.

"Hey Isabella," I said, breaking the silence.

She jumped from the sudden sound of my voice as if she hadn't heard me open the door at all. She turned to look at me. She was scowling.

"What are you doing her Phineas," she uttered.

"I-I wanted to talk to you," I said.

She sniffled as she stood up. "Well, whatever it is I don't want to hear it."

"But-"

"No Phin," Isabella said, interrupting me. "I...I think I'm going to go take a walk."

She began to head out of the room and, not thinking, I grabbed her arm, bringing her to an abrupt stop.

"Wait, Isabella...wait, I really need to-" I pleaded before being interrupted again.

"No Phineas!" she shouted, probably loud enough for her mother to hear from all the way downstairs.

She yanked her arm out of my grasp and looked at me hurt.

"I don't want to talk. Just leave me alone!" she yelled.

"Izzy please wait!"

I watched helplessly as she dashed downstairs and I heard the front door swing open, only to shut loudly soon after. I stood there stunned, wanting so bad to chase after her.

But for some reason all strength I had before left my body and I crumpled to my knees. I stared at the floor of Isa's room, a sickening feeling overcoming my stomach. The worst pain of guilt yet filled my entire being and I had to grasp my chest because it hurt so much. I gasped and burning tears started to build up in my eyes, fogging my vision.

And then everything came out all at once. I sobbed and let the wet tears fall down my face.

All of a sudden, Baljeet's words from those many weeks ago reappeared, sharp in my mind, as if someone had pulled them out from the dark depths of my brain.

"Well before you confess how you feel to Rebecca or ask her out or anything, you should check to see if she likes you back."

"Okay, how do I do that?"

"You look for signs. Some are she gets nervous or stutters around you, she stares at you a lot, she try's to get your attention, or she wants to be around you as much as she can. Those are just some examples."

Then, like a punch to the stomach, the years and years of Isabella's flirting and dreamy looks and obvious cries for attention became clear. I held my arms around my stomach and bawled. I was trembling and shaking.

Rebecca deserved better. Isabella deserved better.

I cried like I never have before, thinking only of how much pain I have caused her. It was too much. Never have I, the optimistic Phineas Flynn, have felt this shockingly horrible in all my life. And to think Isabella had to suffer all those years.

I sat there for good five minutes, letting the stinging tears continue to fall.

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All I have to say is, I'm sorry...

>>>PHINABELLA•SHIPPER<<<