(Perry’s P.O.V.)

I sleep on the ground, rather happy that I found the courage to give Isabella that flower. I feel myself being scooped off the ground, and I open my eyes.

It’s not who I hoped it was. Phineas lifts me into his arms. He carries me through the house and into the backyard. He puts me onto the grass. I look around, hoping Isabella is out there, but she’s not.

Suddenly, I hear the door shut behind me. I turn around and Phineas walks away from the door, leaving me outside.

Only one thing is going through my mind:

What’s going on?

(Phineas’ P.O.V.)

Oh, what am I gonna do? My pet has a crush on my girlfriend! How am I going to solve this?

Well, keeping Perry locked out in the yard all day will only make things worse, so I’ll have to make this quick.

I walk into the living room, and sit down next to Isabella on the couch, I put my arm around her.

“You okay, Isabella?” I say to her.

She turns to me. “Yeah. I’m okay.” She looks around. “Where’d Perry go?”

“I put him out in the yard,” I answer. “Why?”

“Could I go talk to him?”

Unsure of what she plans to do, I think it over quickly. “Yeah, I guess.”

Isabella gets up, and walks toward the backyard.

(Isabella’s P.O.V.)

I open the door to Phineas and Ferb’s backyard, and Perry is sitting back to the door.

“Perry?” I say.

The platypus perks up, turns, and runs toward me, rubbing up against my leg.

I reach down and pick him up. He seems to enjoy it, as he lets out a contented chatter, and rubs his face on my cheek.

I giggle slightly, and I stroke his back. He relaxes in my arms. I walk over to the tree, and sit down.

“Perry,” I say. He smiles and looks up at me. “Do- do you like me, Perry?”

Perry blinks, frowns, and lets his gaze go elsewhere, not making eye contact. The fur around his cheeks begins to change red.

“Perry, it’s okay if you do. Just tell me,” I tell him soothingly.

He hesitates, and very slowly nods.

“Aw, Perry. It’s okay if you do. But it just won’t work out, okay?”

Perry looks down at the ground, and drops the side of his head onto my chest.

I smile, and stroke his back some more.

After a couple of minutes, I stop.

“Perry,” I whisper to him. The platypus turns his head to me.

I hug him and give him a small kiss on the forehead, causing him to sigh.

“Come on. Let’s go in.”

I stand up and I walk inside with Perry in my arms.