3rd person P.O.V following Isabella:

She searched her closet frantically, eager to find something adequate to wear. In a few minutes, she would be leaving for her date, to meet Phineas. It was hard to choose something she thought was fitting; she only had copies of the same outfit filling her closet. She grabbed the only dress in her closet, a sparkling midnight blue one that seemed to adorn her eyes beautifully.

With an excited grin, she put it on quickly, looking at herself in the mirror, visibly pleased with the image reflecting back at her. With a squeal she clasped a hairbrush and brushed her hair while humming a tune.

She was so excited, despite no knowing the reason for it. Something, just something about her red-haired best friend made her heart jolt with glee, a red tint engulf her face and a grin appear on her facial features.

As she finished getting ready, she ran down the stairs gleefully, her beloved Chihuahua trailing behind her barking, pleased with her enthusiasm. She walked over to her mother, who was finishing up cleaning the dishes.

"Hello chica, going to your party?" she questioned, her gaze glued to what she was doing.

She nodded as a cheeky smile bloomed on her face. Her Hispanic mother turned to her while turning off the running water as she gasped, cupping her mouth with her hands as tears glistened in her eyes.

One of her hands lowered itself to her heart as she beamed lovingly, gazing upon her.

"Isa, you are beautiful."

She gave a small thumbs-up as thanks, smiling back at her mom.

"Do you need me to drive you?"

She shook her head; the park was on the way to school, so it was an even shorter walk than usual. She skipped to the front door, leaning on the frame to put on her shoes. Just before she stepped out onto the porch, a familiar, whining whimper stopped her.

She leaned down, letting her puppy jump in her arms and lick her cheeks happily. She kissed his head before placing him back down. Just as she was about to leave, she rushed up the stairs and into her room, grabbing her bow and placing it atop of her raven-black hair.

Right before she was going to leave, she caught another glimpse of her reflection in the bathroom mirror, making her pause her gleeful saunter. She entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her and looking at her reflection intently, the mirror copying her expression exactly.

Suddenly, upon taking a good look of herself, she wasn't happy anymore, not at all. The glimmer of joyfulness faded from her eyes before disappearing completely as her smile morphed into an emotionless straight line.

This, her face, was the face of a worthless girl. A girl who was unloved by the world, who was alone. A girl who depended on others to make her feel better about herself. She was the living, breathing proof of a weak female, just like the stereotypical ones in the fairy tales everyone hated.

Her midnight blue eyes glazed over with the forming tears as she slowly grabbed her two bangs from her beautifully combed hair and placed them were they usually were. Now she was hidden, completely invisible just like everyone wanted her to be. She would keep people from cringing at her hideousness, whether it was the one that appeared on her outer, physical appearance or the one that roamed inward, in her personality.

She walked downstairs once more, waving her beloved puppy a saddened goodbye before exiting her home. She was always hesitant of doing so; her home, her small family, were the ones who wouldn't judge her, ever. Leaving the only place that made her feel calm and safe, it was like a baby rabbit running up of its den into a world full of predators, or a baby bird leaving its nest, suddenly leaving the protection of its mother and being vulnerable to any animal who wished to snack on it.

She walked slowly along the concrete path, looking at the sun's departure on the horizon. The light faded slowly from the background around her as she arrived to her destination, the night making its arrival.

As she arrived to the park, she saw the familiar, obvious face of her triangular headed friend searching for her the opposite way she was. A mischievous grin made its way to her face as a clever idea came to mind. She tiptoed to him, using the fact that he was facing the opposite way to grab his shoulders, scaring him in her own way. Of course, without the large exclamation of a 'boo!' the prank was less efficient, but the reaction was amusing nonetheless.

Phineas jolted up, turning towards her while putting himself in an odd, obviously inexistent karate fighting pose in pure instinct.

When he recognized her, he quickly loosened himself from his fighting pose and looked at her with an amused glare as she stifled a laugh.

"Very funny, Izzy."

She nodded quickly, giving him an entertained look in return. Phineas smiled at her, sitting down on the grass of the abandoned park. He patted the ground next to him, inviting her to take a seat on the patch of ground next to him.

"So, what's up?"

She shrugged simply, hugging her knees as her back arched, making her form a small ball. Using Phineas' practical invention, she sent him a message questioning him about his well-being as well as the reason of his invention. Of course, it didn't really matter why she had been invited, she was just glad he had given her the honor of accompanying him.

"Well, I… I have something to tell you."

He cocked an eyebrow in confusion, reassuring him that he could confide in her with whatever he needed to confess using her pink futuristic bow. He took a deep breath, as if it would help him muster up all the courage in his body. He looked at here lovingly, finally allowing his charming grin to appear on his face once more. He took her hands, holding them delicately in his.

"Isabella, you are the most amazing girl I have ever met. You're absolutely perfect. You're breathtakingly beautiful inside and out, you're cute as heck and I couldn't thank God enough for letting me meet you. You are one of the nicest people I have ever met, but you're also the one that needs the most support, which I would be glad to offer you. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I was wondering if you could give me the honor of calling you mine?"

Every word was said with pure love and sincerity. Enough so to make the waterworks form in her covered eyes. Never in her life had she met a more loving and perfect being than the one facing her in that moment. A smile grew on her face as she tried to hold the joyful tears back to the best of her ability.

Phineas carefully placed her bangs behind her ears, staring into them, seeming to study every hue of colour that mixed in them. She looked back just the same, rubbing small circles on his hands with her thumb.

"I love you so much, Isabella."

In that very moment, when those words were spoken, everything clicked. Her feelings, her thoughts, everything. It had all been so obvious, yet so conflicting at once. All that time, her feelings was love. Pure, innocent love she felt for the only person that showed her kindness. She felt joy fill her heart as she finally understood her dilemma. She wanted nothing more than to be able to tell him how much his love was returned, but not through a machine. She placed a hand on his cheek softly before sucking a breath.

"I love you too," she said.

"Oh my God, you tal-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she cut him off by pressing her lips softly on his. In those few seconds, she forgot about everything; her father, the bullies, her self-esteem. With Phineas, none of those things mattered. The only thing that mattered was him and her, nothing more.

Goodbye, FF world. This was my first and last fanfic on this site. It's been fun, but now I have a Wattpad which I update daily as well as an art Tumblr for a fandom that has NOTHING to do with PnF, not that I don't like it anymore. So yeah, later guys! Hope you liked it!