Rain fell heavily on the small town. It poured down in buckets, causing the two figures at the bus station very uncomfortable. They tried to find cover under the small roof, but there was hardly room for both of them. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting for the bus.
"Was this really a good idea?" the raven haired girl asked.
"Of course," the red-head replied, "I just didn't expect the rain."
"Well, I guess hanging out this morning was fun," the girl admitted.
"Yeah, I wonder why Ferb couldn't make it," the boy wondered.
The girl blushed. She knew exactly why he hadn't come, she'd asked him not to.
"Isabella, are you okay? You look kinda flushed," he said, worriedly.
"I'm fine, Phineas," Isabella replied.
They sat in silence. After a few minutes, Phineas got up to check the bus schedule. Isabella sat alone until he came back, looking worried.
"Looks like the last bus home left about ten minutes ago," he apologized.
So, they walked. It was only a few miles to get home. And it was only raining cats and dogs. How hard could it be?
After an hour, they knew just how hard it would be.
"Maybe this was a bad idea," Isabella worried.
"Which one?" Phineas grumbled.
"Hanging out without bringing our cell phones," she said.
"Mine was dead."
"Well, mine wasn't."
"Then why did you leave it at home?"
"I lost it last week."
He didn't reply. What could you say to that?
After another hour, they were even more soaked. They were wet and cold to the bone.
"This was a bad idea," Isabella announced.
"No matter how many times you say that, it won't help," Phineas said.
"Well, I'm just saying."
After another hour of silent and wet walking, Isabella's sneeze interrupted.
"Are you okay?" Phineas asked.
"I don't know," she said, "I just don't feel very well."
Phineas removed his almost waterproof coat and handed it to her. She smiled ruefully and took it carefully.
After about ten minutes, Phineas was even wetter than before. Isabella wasn't as wet as before, but still sneezed every once and a while. He was almost positive that she had a cold.
"Man, this is wet," he complained.
"Yeah," she agreed.
"Do you feel okay?" he asked.
"So, are you feeling okay?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I said yes."
Another hour passed, and the rain, if possible, was falling even harder than before. Even the waterproof coat couldn't hold out the demanding rain. Both teens were shivering uncontrollably.
"Do you want your coat back?" Isabella asked.
"No, I think you have a cold," Phineas said.
Another cold hour passed, and Phineas caught sight their destination.
"Look," he said, pointing to the far neighborhood.
Isabella replied by sneezing. Phineas grabbed her hand, pulling her forward. She blushed deep red as he pulled her along excitedly.
"Maybe we should go slower?" Isabella asked.
Phineas did not reply, but didn't doubt his speed.
Within minutes, they were at Isabella's door. She looked longingly at the door. Turning to Phineas, she embraced him.
"Thanks," she thanked him, pulling away.
He smiled warmly, making her feel warmth course through her body.
She walked into her house, preparing for her mother's usual long line of questions about her absence.
The next morning, Isabella awoke in her soft, warm bed. She opened her eyes, her blurry vision falling on the large, waterproof coat slung across her chair. She sat up, remembering whose it was. He'd been so nice to let her borrow it.
Glancing out the window, she saw that it was still raining. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. She frowned. Swinging her legs out of bed, she hurried to get dressed.
Dressed in her usual attire, Isabella snagged Phineas' coat of her chair. She pulled off her own waterproof coat and, yelling to her mom that she'd be right back, she stepped out into the glistening rain.
Steam rose off the pavement as the hot road took its toll on the cold rain. Thunder rumbled all around Isabella. Reaching her neighbor's door, she knocked lightly. Less than a minute later, Phineas answered the door. He wore his orange pajamas, and his hair was ruffled. He had just woken up.
"Hi Isabella," Phineas said cheerfully, "Come to tell me that you hate my guts because of last night?"
"No," she giggled, "I came to give back your coat."
He took it from her, a smile stuck to his face.
"Thanks," he said.
After a short conversation about the bad weather, Isabella left. She walked back through the rain, thoughts about that night coursing through her head.
She smiled. It had been worth the rain to hang out with Phineas.