Isabella lay in her pink room, staring up at the rosy pink ceiling. She sighed. It was hard to be in such a pretty, pink, happy room, when all she could feel was pain and hurt...

I don't even want to go to the dance with Baljeet. Baljeet is sweet enough, but it feels mean to go with him when I really want to go with Phineas thought Isabella. She sighed. Maybe she'd just feign illness to get out of it. It had worked before...

(2 Hours Later)

"Isabella, Can I come in? Your mom let me in!" said Phineas' voice from the other side of Isabella's bedroom door. Her heart pace quickened and she sat up hopefully.

"Yeah, sure, of course!" she squealed excitedly, hoping that she didn't sound too desperate. Phineas' face appeared around the door.

"Hey, Ferb said you'd gone home. I would have been here sooner, but we had to finish the pizza. Plus, it took longer without you there." explained Phineas.

Hmm thought Isabella Well, he noticed that I'd gone, and that it was slower without me, but a frown appeared on her face He didn't rush over here, he had to finish the darn pizza first.

"Umm...Isabella? You okay?" frowned Phineas, who was staring at her worriedly. Isabella looked at him in confusion. Did he like her or didn't he? It was sooo hard to know.

"Not really. I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to make it to the dance tonight." she replied absent-mindedly, before clapping her hand over her mouth. Phineas looked at her bewilderedly. Isabella stared back at him.

"What dance?" he frowned, looking at the floor and putting his hands in his shorts pockets.

"The Summer Couple's Dance." answered Isabella shortly, raising an eyebrow "Don't tell me you didn't know?" there was a hint of surprise in her voice.

"I...I guess I've been too busy with my Pizza project, and the other things I've done this week." said Phineas sheepishly, dragging his right foot across the pale pink carpet. Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. Well, I suppose Phineas has been pretty busy this week – making a movie, building the world's biggest Ferris wheel, playing the world's largest game of table football, go inside a whale, and now the Pizza thing. A sympathetic smile spread across her face. Poor Phineas; he was actually missing out on a lot of stuff because of his 'big projects', and it was actually kind of sad.

"You honestly didn't know?" she whispered softly, more to herself than to Phineas. Maybe he would have asked me if he knew she thought sadly.

"Who're you going with?" asked Phineas quietly, as though dreading an answer. Isabella bit her lip, and looked away, staring at her rose pink bedroom wall as though it was the most fascinating TV show that ever existed.

"Isabella." frowned Phineas "Who're you going with?" Isabella sighed – there it was again, the dreaded question. She continued to stare at the wall, making sure that she didn't make eye contact.

"Baljeet." she muttered quietly in reply. So quietly so that Phineas couldn't hear. He frowned at his friend.

"Can you repeat that, Is?" he asked softly. Isabella drew in breath; he used the name that he barely used for her anymore. Is was Phineas' pet name for her.

"Baljeet." she replied, and this time it was loud enough for Phineas to hear. He staggered back somewhat, completely shocked.

"Baljeet?" he repeated, disbelievingly. Isabella nodded slowly and silently. Phineas mumbled a few words of goodbye, before bolting out the door, downstairs, out the front door, across the road and into his own house...