In the City of Love

Chapter Three - Anxiousness

(Still Isabella, and will stay that way unless I say otherwise.)
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Changing time zones suck.

It is now 6 in the evening here in Paris and we left at 5 in the morning, eastern time.

I am so tired.
I feel like I could sit down on the floor right now and sleep for hours.

Man, what a day. I thought as I pulled my heavy suitcase behind me and re-situated my backpack on my back while walking next to the boys and their parents through the bustling, crowded airport as they too pulled along their luggage.

Don't get me wrong, I love traveling to new places, but it definitely has its drawbacks.

As the Flynn-Fletcher family and I made our way through security and the busy airport towards our rental car, I couldn't help but notice Phineas looking over at me every now and then.

It was sort of a game between us.
I would see him glance at me out of the corner of my eye, then turn my head towards him and he would quickly look away.

It was like he was trying to keep an eye on me, like I would get lost in the crowd or something, which was really weird since he never paid me this much attention. This wasn't normal for him.

The fact that he looked worried about something made me sure something was bothering him, so as we walked out of the large building, I made my way over to him and decided to ask him about it.

"Hey, Phin." I started.
Phineas looked down at me, and smiled as we pulled our bags through the parking lot. "Hey, Izzy!" He exclaimed.

I smiled at the use of my nickname, then quickly went serious.

"Is there something bothering you?" I asked as I watched his face fill with question.

"You've seemed really...distracted, ever since we landed." I explained as I looked down at the grey pavement passing under our feet.

"No, no!" Phineas exclaimed quickly. "Just...um..." He trailed off unexpectedly.

I looked back up at him and he was rubbing the back of his neck while pulling his small red suitcase along.

He was nervous about something. I could tell.

"Does it have something to do with your freak out on the plane?" I teased.

Phineas' cheeks slowly turned rose pink as he kept his blue eyes on the sea of cars ahead of him.

"W-well." He began, then sighed tiredly a couple seconds later. "Well, yeah." He started again. "But it's nothing really. I mean nothing you have to worry about, I was just-"

"Phineas! Isabella!" Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher called. "Pay attention! The car is over here!" She said.

Both Phineas and I stopped walking and turned around to find we had walked five cars too far and the other three were waiting by the trunk of the white Honda Camry.

"Oops. Sorry mom." Phineas apologized as he and I went back and put our bags in the trunk then climbed into the back seat with Ferb. I was in the middle again.

The car ride to the hotel was quiet and I could tell that Phineas was more relaxed than he was in the airport, but he still had a feeling of anxiousness about him.

You could visibly see it.
He was drumming his right fingers on his knee repeatedly, which made a light tapping noise and his foot wouldn't keep still.

Very annoying if you ask me.

I really don't like repetitive noises, so I pulled out my phone and earbuds and put on some music.
This way I won't be able to hear his incessant tapping.

"Hey mom?" Phineas asked when we were about halfway to the hotel.
Mrs, Flynn-Fletcher hummed as if saying she was listening.
"We aren't going to see the Eiffel Tower today are we?" He asked.

I looked over at Phineas.

What a weird question.
Who wouldn't want to see the Eiffel Tower?

"No. I think it would be best to rest. We'll go see it tomorrow." The boys' mom said from the front passenger seat as she looked at multiple glossy brochures and maps.

Phineas looked as if he were going to say something else, but simply nodded instead and leaned back in his seat before looking out his window again.

"I can't wait to see the Eiffel Tower." I spoke up and both boys turned their heads towards me. "What?" I asked and shrugged my shoulders as I looked between them.

Ferb cleared his throat before speaking.
"It is quite the architectural feat." He said in his deep voice.

I saw Phineas nod, but he didn't say anything. He usually isn't this quiet.
I wonder what's wrong.

"Are you excited to see the Eiffel Tower, Phineas?" I asked him.

Phineas furrowed his eyebrows slightly before his expression went back to normal and he smiled slightly.
"Cant wait." He said in a strained voice.

I glanced over at Ferb, who looked as confused as I felt and we both knew something was up.

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How is your day going?
~G