Phineas and Isabella sat on the bleachers outside their school. It was Track and Field Day, and the two had some free time between events.

"Phineas?" Isabella started.

"Yeah, Izzy?" Phineas replied.

"I was wondering… If you wanted to propose to a girl, how would you do it?" she asked.

"Well," Phineas began. "It depends on the girl." He said. "What's she like?" he asked.

"Well, she… likes pink, her favorite flower is a red rose, um, she's optimistic, she loves the song You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift… um… and she lives across the street from you." Isabella described. Phineas understood, but played oblivious.

"I would… take her on a picnic – that would've been our first date – with red roses everywhere. I'd wear at least a little pink so she'd love me even more. I'd bring a stereo and a CD with every Taylor Swift song she likes – not just her favorite. Then, I'd give her a fortune cookie, because she loves those, and inside, it would say, 'will you marry me?' in tiny letters. When she read the question, I'd get on one knee and pull out a ring with an opal stone on it – her birthstone. If she said yes, I'd kiss her and drive her home." He told her.

Isabella was speechless. Had he really just said that? That was what she had hoped it'd be like. She couldn't believe what he'd just said.

"Phineas…" Isabella trailed off. Then, at a loss for words, she jumped at Phineas, hugging him as tight as she could. When she finally released him, she told him.

"I love you, Phineas Flynn." She whispered and kissed him right then and there.