Perfectionist

Phineas pounded his fist on his desk. Ferb looked over at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This is horrible!" Phineas complained.

"What is?"

"My drawing!"

"What?"

"It's horrible."

"Let me see it."

"No!"

Phineas wrapped his arms around the "horrible" piece of art. Ferb went back to his book, while Phineas kept drawing, which he'd been doing for an hour.

About five minutes passed, when a drop of rain hit the window. Both boys looked up, only to see a pouring rain start. Ferb sighed, knowing it would last a while.

Another fifteen minutes passed, when the silence was broken by a loud knock on the door. Ferb rushed downstairs, only to reveal a sopping Isabella.

"Hey, Ferb!" she greeted.

He nodded back, then gestured for her to come in. She came in.

"Where's Phineas?" she asked, breaking the silence.

Ferb led her upstairs. Phineas immediately wrapped his arms protectively around his drawing.

"Whatcha drawin'?" Isabella asked, stepping towards him.

"You wouldn't like it," Phineas said.

"Be serious Phin, I always like your drawings," she assured him.

"It's awful," he said.

He uncovered it just enough for him to peek at it, before hurriedly covering it again. Neither one of them noticed Ferb slip out.

"Come on," Isabella begged, "Let me see it! I promise not to laugh!"

He shook his head. He snapped his sketchbook closed holding it behind his back. She frowned at him.

"Come on, I want to see," she complained.

"Well, if you really want to...No."

She gave him the biggest puppy-dog look she could muster. He stared her straight in the eye, before sighing and opening the sketchbook.

She silently congratulated herself as Phineas flipped through countless pages. Finally coming to the page, he handed it to her.

She gasped.

It was her! Phineas Flynn had drawn her, Isabella!

And it was amazing!

The details, from the stray hairs to the smile, were perfect.

"Phineas," Isabella gasped, "this is beautiful!"

He went scarlet.

"No it's not," he mumbled.

"What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't look anything like you."

"Are you kidding?! This is my twin!"

"Yeah, fraternal."

"No. Identical."

"It has so many mistakes!"

He buried his face in his hands. Isabella pulled them away smiling at him.

"You are such a perfectionist," she sighed.

"Only when it comes to you," he retorted.

She smiled, light pink dusting her cheeks.

Neither of them noticed Ferb, who snuck up between his brother. He pushed Phineas' head forward, until he and Isabella met in a kiss. Both their eyes widened.

Ferb snickered, sneaking back out.

And it was that night, in the middle of a storm, that Phineas and Isabella shared a kiss.

(And Ferb took a picture, using it for things we should not know of. Let's just say, Phineas was very unpleased with his step-brother.)