In the City of Love

Chapter Four - Talk

After Mr. Flynn-Fletcher checked us in at the hotel, the five of us all went up to our rooms.

There were two and we would be deciding who would be sleeping where when we got to the 4th floor, which was where our rooms were.

"Hey, Ferb?" I said as I came up next to the silent one of the two brothers in one corner of the elevator.
"I'm not the only one who's noticed Phineas odd behavior, right?" I asked him.

Ferb shook his head.
"You noticed too?" I confirmed.
This time Ferb nodded and look ahead.

"He would probably talk to you eventually, correct?"

Ugh. One-sided conversations are not my favorite...just sayin'.

The teen nodded once more and our group stepped out of the large elevator into a long carpeted hallway with white walls and dainty light fixtures every four feet.

"So...maybe, when he does...you could tell me what's wrong with him, since I know I won't get him to talk." I suggested as he and I walked behind Phineas and his parents.

"Yes, unless he swears me to secrecy." Ferb said reasonably as his dad attempted to unlock the door to one of the rooms we had just come up to.

I blew a stray piece of my long bangs out of my face in slight frustration as we stood behind Mr. And Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher with Phineas right beside us.

"Right." I said quietly as I looked down at the dark red carpet with tiny white flowers spread evenly here and there.

After the room was unlocked we all gathered inside.

It was a nice room, with the same color walls and carpet as the hallway.

There was a bathroom to your left as you walked in and two queen size beds adorned with beautiful dark red covers and big fluffy pillows against the left wall with a white night stand and about two feet of space between each one.

Against the opposite wall, about three feet away from the foot of the beds, was a large flatscreen tv on top a long white dresser thing about a foot and a half high, with a red tissue box on the left side of the tv and two remotes on the right with a sturdy wooden white desk and a matching wooden chair in the left corner and a door to our other room on the right.

There was a small but beautiful arrangement of dark red roses on top the desk, along with some paper and a pen, which I thought was a nice touch, and a phone on the nightstand which sat under a dainty light fixture, like the ones in the hallway, by the beds and detailed painting adorned the walls.

It was a beautiful room and so open feeling with light pouring in from the slider door near the desk.

As everyone was settling in, I decided to see where that door led to since it looked interesting.

After walking over, I pulled back the thin, white and red curtains and grabbed the golden handle, which was twisted in all sorts of beautiful designs, and pulled at it to get the door open.

Only to find it was locked...

I rolled my eyes and flipped the little switch thingy to unlock the door and tried again. This time it worked.

I hope no one saw that...

I stepped onto what was a balcony and let the curtains fall back to their place behind me as I slowly walked out towards the black iron rail, which was also twisted in many beautiful designs.

The view was breath taking.

You could see. what seemed, all of Paris and of course the Eiffel Tower was in the center of it all.

The sky was filled with a soft orange and pink glow which cast the most gorgeous light on it all with the sun right behind the top of the tower.

I felt like I had stepped into a magical land.

You could hear faint violin music being played by a café in the streets below and flower petals blew in the wind from a florists stand.

Someone could easily fall in love here.

"Wait, where's Isabella?" I heard panic creep into Phineas' voice as it broke into my thoughts and a reply, that sounded like, "She's on the balcony".

"The balcony?" I heard Phineas ask.
He sounded more worried than last time he spoke.

Someone replied again, but was interrupted by a light thud.

I quickly turned around to go back inside to see if anyone was hurt, but before I could Phineas had pulled back the curtains and was making his way out.

"Hey Phineas." I greeted. "What's wrong?" I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows and he walked over.

"Um, nothing." He lied as he gripped the railing.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "That's not true and we both know it." I reasoned.
"Something is obviously bothering you." I said turning back around.

"How can you tell?" He asked as he turned to me and leaned on the railing.

"You're just a little more jumpy and on edge." I replied as I ran my fingers over the top of the black rail. "But..." I began again as I looked up from my hands at his face as I realized something.
"You seem perfectly fine when you're with me..." I said as a smile crept onto my face.

Phineas blushed slightly.
"W-well, um...it j-just..." He trailed off.
"Hey, um maybe we should un-pack, and you haven't, um...chosen where you're gonna sleep yet." He said hastily.

Oh, the subject change.
Why didn't I see that coming?

I huffed. "Fine. Maybe if you won't talk to me you'll talk to Ferb." I said as we went inside.

"Go on." I urged him as I pushed him through the door connecting our rooms to where his brother was.

Phineas laughed quietly before I patted his shoulder and walked back to the other room to where my bags were.

I do believe that's the first time I heard him laugh since we landed.