Author's Note: This Story occurs 2 years after Runaway, and 3 years after the show. Updates may not be regular, but I will have weekly status updates on my DeviantArt account (PFTWriter), and I hope to start posting related artwork there too. You can find the link on my profile.

Prologue

"You remember the summer of '04?" Phineas asked Isabella.

"Yeah, what about it?" It was May 24th, and the group were almost at the end of 8th Grade. With School letting out the next day, they were all looking forward to their 104 days without it.

"Y'know, when we went around the world?"

"No I don't remember us getting stranded on an island in the middle of the Atlantic. Of course I remember. How could I forget?"

"What if we could do that this Summer?"

Isabella looked at the redhead next to her. That summer, 3 years ago, she had to look down a bit to make eye contact with Phineas, who had been one of the shortest kids in the grade. Now, he had shot up to 5'10", just a little taller than herself (5'8"). He still looked the same as he had back in that summer.

"Phineas, that was 3 years ago. Have you asked Ferb?"

Phineas scowled. "And I can't do anything myself?"

"But Ferb-"

"I can build too, Isabella."

"Alright, alright, cool your jets." Isabella replied with a hint of anger. That caused her to cringe a little. She still felt the same way about him, probably even more so since 2 summers ago. However, she had never told Phineas of this directly. Sure, she'd kissed him on the bus home from the field trip 2 months ago, when he was asleep, but she felt that it didn't count, seeing as he hadn't noticed (or had hidden it.).

"Sorry." Phineas also had a secret. One pertaining to the tall, petite teen still looking very much like she did 3 summers ago.

During that time, I started thinking. 'I guess I never realized how much I liked her until I looked into those eyes…'

Isabella nudged me. "Whatcha thinkin'?"

I panicked. I couldn't tell her the truth, what if she didn't feel the same way? "I - just was thinking how lo-" Can't say that, what if she feels differently?"…ucky I am to have such a good friend."

"You're so sweet." She said, hugging me. It's a good thing she didn't see the huge blush on my face, otherwise she'd have freaked out. Then the plane began to taxi out.

"Hey, Lovebirds!" Phineas and Isabella turned around to face a fairly muscular, 5'7", boy with a buzzcut.

"We're not lovebirds, Buford." said Isabella. Though I wish…

"Hey, what's up?" Questioned Phineas.

"Just gonna work out with the High School Football Team over the summer."

"Is that even possible? For a Middle Schooler?"

Buford smirked. "Y'know, they only let me practice with the JV. Not great, but could be starting Varsity as a Freshman."

"All right!"

"We'll see if your muscles can pay off finally this year- if you can beat me in Foosball."

Buford grimaced. "I look forward to kicking your butt to China."

Isabella got in his face. "East or West?"

"East. Seriously, don't you remember what I said when we went 'round the world?"

So, what do you guys think of the Pacific Ocean?

Eh, probably like my 5th favorite ocean.