Five Kids, Two Candlesticks Ch5

A kiss, that’s all it took. The cabinets above the washer and drier began to open and close, and the curtains all around the house started to fly upwards, looking like something was holding them up in the air. The bed sheets in every room, including the little girl’s, started to ruffle, and the chairs everywhere scooted around on their own. The glass on the floor in the kitchen began to fly back up into the cabinets, and repaired itself to its original state, right up to the tiniest scratch, reforming the beautiful cups and dishes they once were. All of the electronics in every room began to come on, and the lights flickered on and off repetitively.
“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON!?” Buford yelled, holding onto the end of the bed. The three boys were floating in the air, along with all of the loose objects in the room.
Ferb tilted his head back and laughed.
“Have you gone to crazy town?” The bully asked, his feet up in the air above him. He was completely upside-down.
Ferb and Baljeet floated nearby.
“What is wrong, Buford? We are just floating around… like men.” The Indian boy taunted.
Buford let out a low groan. “Oh, when gravity starts workin’ again, I tell ya, you’ve got another thing comin’!”
Baljeet whimpered and looked at Ferb who was now doing flips in the air. “Ferb? Do you know when the gravity will be back?” He wrapped his arms around his legs.
Ferb smiled at him as he tilted right-side-up again. “When they stop kissing. Which, knowing how long Isabella’s waited for this, I’d say we’re going to be up here for a while.”
Baljeet widened his eyes. “You mean… they are… right now!?” He stammered in surprise.
“It’s about time.” Buford remarked.
***
They couldn’t stop. The most remarkable feeling was passing through both of them and they absolutely could not stop.
Isabella and Phineas had both started to float into the air, as did the rest of everything in the house, but they hadn’t really exactly… noticed it. Isabella had both of her hands on the sides of his face, and Phineas had one hand on her back and the other exploring the hair on her head. The girl wrapped her legs around him and he brought his up in a crisscross, giving into one last kiss before pulling away and taking a breath. They immediately began to slowly float down to the ground like two bubbles stuck together in the warm summer breeze.
Phineas, still trying to catch his breath, gave her a huge smile that made her giggle. She simply hugged him tight until they came down to the floor, which felt cold to the touch.
“Another impossible thing crossed off our list, huh?” Phineas said, holding her close to him. She nuzzled into his chest and dug her hands into the back of his shirt.
“Yeah, uh-huh.” The girl murmured, making him smile.
Phineas lifted her chin up with one hand and stole another kiss. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to the way she made him feel. He didn’t know if he wanted to get used to it. His question was most certainly answered. He did love her. The feeling he was getting was different than he’d felt for anybody ever before. And, what was even more remarkable was that those feelings were for Isabella. The girl that lived across the street from him. The girl who had come to see him every day of his life for as long as he could remember. She was his best friend. The person whom he knew cared about him as much as she did the sun coming up every day. Why he had never thought of her as more than a friend, he didn’t know, but now… that didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that she was in his arms, safe and sound, and that they both knew now in that moment, everything was just right.
“I’m so happy you told me, Bella.” The red-head exclaimed quietly, still holding her tightly.
Isabella pulled away a tiny bit in order to look at him with big, joy-filled eyes. The blue sapphires were glazed over, but they were happy tears this time, not sad ones. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of you saying that.”
Phineas smiled and giggled a bit. “Oh, Isabella, can we be together forever and ever?” He said playfully.
The girl then widened her eyes and gave a fake laugh at how accurate he was. “Now you’re scaring me.”
The boy chuckled nervously and his eyes darted to the left. This made Isabella a little concerned. “What?” She asked softly, eyes staring him down. Could he see what happened all those times she went off into Phineasland? Oh God, that’d be embarrassing.
Phineas let out two nervous giggles and scratched his head. “Remember that one time when we took everybody camping in the RV and we shared the bunk bed, and you were on the bottom and I was on top?”
Isabella nodded, the memories flowing through her brain of the campfire and Buford hanging Baljeet on the very top of a pine tree by his underpants.
“You were talking in your sleep one night, and I kind of never forgot what you said.” The boy blushed.
Isabella laughed. “Oh…” She was relieved that he didn’t have a mind-reading ability, but surprised that he’d remembered that through all these years. “ I’ve been told that I tend to talk in my sleep a lot.”
“That’s not all you do in your sleep, Bella.” Phineas said, making the girl go wide-eyed.
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes you call me in your sleep.” He started to giggle.
“You’re joking.”
Phineas shook his head. “I swear, I’m not!” He laughed.  “I remember this one time, you called me like at two o’clock in the morning asking me for llama pants.”
Isabella burst out laughing. She wiped her eyes and tried to control her laughter.
“And then… wait this was just last week that you did this one…” He continued, with more laughter. “ You were telling me that there was an Irish dragonfly in your mailbox and when you fed it peach jelly it would write a letter to the president asking for anything you wished for.” He tried to stop laughing. “I always wonder when I go to bed if you’re going to call me in the middle of the night.”
Isabella covered her face and tried to stop laughing. “How often do I do this?”
“I get at least three every month.”
“How come you’ve never told me about this?”
Phineas shrugged. “It was my secret. I didn’t want to spoil it.”
“Then why did you tell me?”
“Well, it just came up in conversation I guess.” He giggled.
Isabella’s smile was starting to hurt her cheeks, and she let her head fall heavily on his chest. “That’s so embarrassing.” She muttered.
“I’ve always thought it was cute. In fact, I look forward to your midnight calls.” He stated, stroking her hair.
“But I deprive you of sleep to talk about llama pants.”
“And bunnies driving Lamborghinis , but hey, that’s okay to me.” He said, trying not to stifle another laugh, and failing miserably.
Isabella tilted her head back and pretended to cry. “Ah-ha-ha why am I so weird?” She hugged him again. “Phineas, bunnies can’t drive Lamborghinis. They don’t do much, you know.”
“That’s what I tried to tell you, but you kept denying me.”
She looked up at him. “You mean… you can have a full-fledged conversation with me when I call? Like I’ll respond?”
Phineas nodded. “When I told you I’d help you make some llama pants in the morning, you got mad and accused me of stealing your frog.”
“Pffffffffff…” Isabella doubled over in laughter.
***
Ferb unlocked the door, and it clicked open with ease. “I was right.” He smiled.
Buford ran out of the room and into the hall, where he collapsed down on the floor and kissed it. “FINALLY! I THOUGHT I’D NEVER SEE THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DOOR AGAIN.” He yelled.
Baljeet raised an eyebrow and frowned slightly. “Get up, Buford, we need to go save Phineas and Isabella.”
“I’m sure those lovebirds can survive a couple more minutes by themselves. I just… me and the floor need a moment alone…” His voice got quieter as he reached the end of his sentence.
“You cannot get up, can you?” Baljeet guessed miserably.
“I didn’t say that!” The bully objected.
Ferb sighed at the large body on the ground. “Buford, you have to get up, you’re blocking the hallway.”
Buford groaned and picked himself up slowly. “Fine. But only because the carpet smells like wet dog.”
The three teenage boys, Ferb in the lead, made their way quickly down the stairs they had first came up. They turned inwards and dropped off at a curve to where it was easy to turn into the downstairs hall that led to the kitchen.
Buford was the one that held the zucchini scented candle now, so he entertained himself by seeing if he could move his finger through the fire quick enough to where it didn’t burn. It had stayed lit through the whole time in the little girl’s scary room, and the flame was even more massive than it had started out to be. It lit the way down the hall and showed them that the floor of the kitchen was no longer deadly.
“The glass is gone!” Baljeet shouted in surprise.
“But where are Dinner-bell and girly?” Buford smirked.
Ferb rolled his eyes, luckily his back facing the bully. He then cautiously put one foot out and stepped on the ground, determining for himself if it was safe or not. But after a good fifteen seconds of nothing, he began to walk across the kitchen floor. Buford and Baljeet exchanged a worried look, and then took their own first steps into the room.
They walked over to Ferb who was looking down both ends of the hallway. There were two doors, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left was left wide open, and the other was closed.  He went for the closed one.
When he got closer, he could hear laughter from both of the teenagers he was looking for. Phineas’ short, fast giggles, and Isabella’s child-like laughs accompanied by the occasional snort.
“What are they doin in there?” Buford asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Ferb scoffed. “Shut up, Buford.” He whispered. He wanted to know what they were talking about, just so he could hear them talk as a couple for the first time.  The British-American set his ear upon the door and listened with a hushed finger against his lips.
Phineas was the first to say something. “But the best one, “ He paused to laugh  some more. “The best one was when you said you thought Ferb was a secret agent working undercover for a dill pickle hospital, and he gave you a ride in a pontoon boat across the Atlantic Ocean to pick up a baby named Rick.” He paused to laugh, and Ferb furrowed his brow in confusion. “And when you got there, the baby wasn’t actually a baby, it was a pickle in a bonnet and diaper buckled into a stroller. And you were so serious, too, like… you said that Ferb had to read it a bedtime story every night to make it sour enough to eat, and you never once laughed.”
Ferb picked his head off the door and stared at Buford and Baljeet. “I have no idea what she did to him, but he has gone completely mad.”
“Knock on the door.” Baljeet suggested.
Ferb did exactly that. After a few seconds, the laughter had died down on the inside enough for him to speak: “Phineas… Isabella? Um… is it safe for me to open the door?” He asked awkwardly.
Isabella had frowned and blushed madly. “Yeah, Ferb, yeah.” She said quickly.
The boy opened the door, and was relieved to see them decent.
Phineas realized something, and his smile died. He stood up. “How did you guys get over here?” The glass didn’t cut you up, did it?”
Buford frowned. “How long have you been in the laundry room, dude? Everything fixed itself.”
“Fixed itself? How?” Phineas tilted his head in confusion as the gang made their way out of the hallway. Baljeet and Ferb smiled when the two clueless teenagers saw the clean kitchen. Phineas’ jaw dropped. “It’s brand new!”
“How did this happen?” Isabella wondered, looking at Ferb. Buford handed the candle to Ferb, and the boy smiled slyly.
“The whole haunting is linking to a past full of bad relationship mess ups, so when you two got serious back there, everything fixed itself.” He pointed a waving finger at Phineas and Isabella, who both turned red. Ferb grinned and chuckled.
“Oh, quit your immature smile, Ferb, all we did was kiss.” Isabella said, crossing her arms. Phineas felt like hiding.
The British boy laughed. “So you don’t deny it!”
Phineas groaned. “We’re not going to hide it, no.”
“Calm down, pointy, we just find it amusing.” Buford said, giggling a bit.
“Stop picking fun at him, guys, he actually kissed me, I didn’t kiss him first.” Isabella smiled brightly at Phineas.
“I will not believe it until I see it.” Baljeet stated.
Phineas glared at him.
Ferb and Buford agreed with the Hindi boy though.
“I’m afraid I need to see something to believe it also, Phin, it’s merely how I work.” Ferb crossed his arms, yet still held the candle upright.
Buford grimaced. “I’m no fan of anything mushy-gushy, but this is just one of those things on my list of things I have to see before I die.”
Phineas slumped. “Are you serious, guys? I don’t want to be forced into something like this.”
“It’s really okay Phineas, I don’t mind.” Isabella beamed.
He blinked and looked at her. “You don’t mind? Because if you don’t mind, I don’t mind either…”
Ferb covered his mouth with a fist to hide a laugh.
Isabella giggled, and she stepped closer to him, allowing him to hold her head in his hands.
Baljeet, Buford, and Ferb all had huge smiles on their faces.
“It’s like show and tell.” Buford muttered. “Hey look what we can do.”
Phineas pressed his lips against Isabella’s, and she melted again. It hadn’t died down at all. The feeling was still completely present.
Ferb whistled.
Phineas pulled away, but only for a second to murmur “Shut up Ferb.” And then he went back to what he was doing.
Ferb tilted his head back and laughed.