From your blue jeans to your shoes
girl that night was just like you
--Unforgettable, Thomas Rhett
"I'm doing it Ferb. Tonight, after the show, I'm asking Isabella out."
The bassist dropped the cymbal he was holding, cringing at the loud clang that reverberated throughout the bar. "What?"
"I said 'tonight after the show, I'm asking Isabella out.'"
"What brought this on?"
"Yeah Dinnerbell; I thought ya said you two were permantely in the friend zone," Buford added as he walked up.
"I did. But lately, my feelings for her have been getting stronger and stronger and, well, she's never asked anybody else out and if I don't do something--"
"Someone else will." Buford smirked. "Took ya long enough."
"What took long enough?" Isabella asked, walking up. She looked between the three men. "Hey guys. What's going on?" Neither one answered. "Oo...kaayy..." she pointed over her shoulder. "We're all set; the bar owner said we have everything we need for the show tonight. We just need to make sure we get paid before we leave."
"Absolutely." Phineas nodded.
"Umm, Phineas?" Isabella suddenly looked nervous. "Would you like to get a drink with me before the show? Just the two of us?"
"WHAT?!" Buford exclained. Ferb's jaw dropped. The two quickly recovered. "I...need ta check the drums. Not sure the bar owner set 'em up properly." He scurried backstage, Ferb trotting at his heels.
"Well that was weird," the lead vocalist mused. He shrugged at the odd reaction, turning his attention back to Isabella. "Sorry. To answer your question, I'd love to get a drink with you. But...why just the two of us? Buford and Ferb are part of the band too."
"Because if you're not going to make the first move, then I am." Isabella refrained from rolling her eyes at the red head's puzzled expression. "Phineas, I'm asking you out. On a date. Do you want to go out for drinks with me before the show or not?"
"Date?" He blinked at her, realization dawning. "Isabella, I would love to go on a date with you."
Across the way, Buford and Ferb watched the pair gaze into each other's eyes before walking off. The bassist extended an open hand to the drummer, rubbing the tips of his fingers together expectantly.
Buford growled, pulling his wallet from his shortts pocket and opening it. "Alright fine." He pulled a twenty from it, slapping it into Ferb's open palm. "Here's your lousy twenty bucks."
"Phineas, you're drunk."
"No I'm not."
Isabella snorted, taking a sip of the mangorita she was drinking. "Yeah right. You're more wasted than I am."
"Not true," he protested, raising a finger. "I'm sober." She raised a brow. "Okay. I'm drunk. That better?"
"Not really," she teased. "Didn't think our first date would lead to this." Her voice softened. "I'm really glad I asked you out."
"Me too." He reached across the bar, taking her hand.
"Mind if I cut in?" A tall, scruffy looking man appeared next to them. He leered at Isabella, leaning on her arm so they were forced to let go. "Hey Doll, why don't you ditch this loser and come with me?"
"Sorry. I happen to like him. A lot."
Phineas sat up straighter, smirking at the unwanted newcomer. "Yeah. Get lost. She likes me." He shook his head, directing his attention to Isabella. "How much is a lot?"
"A lot a lot."
He returned his attention to the other man. "She likes me a lot a lot. So get lost, you--" he stood up, taking a half hearted swing at the man, missing and hitting the brass rail on the bar. "Ow."
Isabella rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor. "Smooth Phin."
"No. That was dumb." She gave him a warm smile. "But the intention was good. It was really sweet." She took one of his hands in hers, wrapping her other arm around his waist, leading him across the dance floor.
"Isabella, what's your middle name?"
She smirked. "Guess."
She laughed out loud. "That's my last name."
"Oh right. You married a Mexican-Jewish man."
"Those are my Mother's and Father's last names. Garcia. Shapiro. You know this. You also know that I'm not married."
She giggled. "No."
"Well that's good for me then." He paused, seemingly lost in thought. "Do you even have a middle name?"
"Ask and you'll find out."
Thirty minutes later...
Isabella laughed. "Okay, now you're just making things up."
"Yo Dinnerbell! Girlie!" Buford hollered across the bar at them. "We're on in ten! Get yer butts to the stage!"
"Well, guess we're on." Isabella knocked back the shot she was drinking, seting the glass resolutely on the bar. The red head's jaw dropped and she smirked. "What? Didn't think I could hold my liquor? You're not the only one who can drink around here." He gaped at her. "Come on, you heard Buford; we have to go. Remember, you're on rhythm guitar and backing vocals, I'm singing lead."
"Izzy, I don't feel so good..." Phineas bent over, his face pale. "Think I mighta had to much to drink."
"Here." Buford thrust a water bottle in his face. "Chug it, then go pee it out."
"I don't think I can..." he blanched.
Isabella shot the drummer a disapproving look. "Phineas, listen to me." She placed both hands on the red head's shoulders, forcing him to focus on her. "You are Phineas Flynn. The lead vocalist of Summer Still Rocks. Soon to be the hottest act on the planet." He smiled warmly at her. "Now you're going to suck it up, go out there and play."
The smile disappeared. "But Isabella, I don't think I can. I'm no good to you if I can't play rthym guitar."
"First off, you shouldn't have drank that much alcohol. Second..." she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing him. "Maybe this'll sober you up." She went to pull away, only for the red head to pull her close, the two making out. After several seconds, they pulled away, still holding on to each other. "Mmm..." Isabella smiled, eyes half closed. "Well. That was worth the wait."
He returned the smile. "Yes. Yes it was."
"Definitely more sober than I was a moment ago."
"Good." She patted his cheek, heading toward the wings, only for the red head to stop her.
"Yes?" She turned around.
"I'm gonna marry you."
She laughed. "One step at a time Phin. We just got together."
"And now, the Florabama Bar proudly presents, for your listening pleasure, the up and coming band from the small town of Danville Californa, Summer...Still...Rocks!"
Isabella kissed him on the cheek. "We're on." She confidently walked onstage, the red head following behind, taking his place behind one of the microphones. Isabella grabbed the lead mic from the stand, working the room. "Hey everyone! We're Summer Still Rocks!" A few whoops went up from the crowd. "Well that's a nice welcome." She smiled. "Before we get started, I'd like to introduce the band. She motioned for the spotlight, then pointed to the drums. "On drums is my good friend Buford Van Stomm."
Buford played a quick drum solo, saluting the crowd with a drumstick.
"On bass guitar and backing vocals is my other good friend, Ferb Fletcher." Ferb bowed, playing several chords on the guitar. "On rhythm guitar and backing vocals tonight is..." she paused, glancing at the red head a moment before addressing the crowd. "Is my best friend..." she stole another glance at him, mouthing the words 'and more' at him before turning back to the crowd. "Phineas Flynn. He's usually on lead vocals and lead guitar, but has graciously allowed me to sing lead tonight."
Phineas glanced to the side, hiding a blush.
"I'm very lucky to travel with these guys. They're my best friends and we've been through a lot together on the road. I'm Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. Normally rythm guitar and backing vocals, lead vocalist and lead guitar tonight. But enough about me; are you guys ready for some music?!"
Isabella motioned for the guys to start playing, Phineas starting off on rhythm guitar, Ferb coming in on bass, followed by Isabella. "Day after day I'm more confused. Yet I look through the light through the pouring rain. You know that's a game that I hate to lose. And I'm feeling the strain, oh ain't it a shame."
Phineas and Ferb came in on backing vocals, singing in unison with Isabella. "Oh gimmie the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away. Gimmie the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away--"
"Won't you take me away?" Isabella sang. "Beginning to think that I'm wasting time. I don't understand the things I do. The world outside looks so unkind."
"And I'm counting on you," Phineas sang.
"You can carry me through." Him and Isabella sang in unison, Ferb coming back in on bass. "Oh gimmie the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away. Gimmie the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away."
Phineas stepped up to the mic, singing into it with his eyes closed, lost in the rhythm and music. "And when my mind is free, no melody can move me. When I'm feeling blue, guitar's coming through to soothe me."
Isabella came back in, her and the red head alternating lines. "Thanks for the joy that you've given me."
"Oh the joy that you've given me."
"I want you to know that I believe in your song."
"Rhythm and rhyme and harmony."
Phineas hummed into the microphone. "Mmm..."
"You help me along," Isabella sang.
"Making me strong."
Phineas and Isabella sang in unison. "Oh you're making me strong..."
Later that night...
"Isabella, are you sure you wanna do this?" Phineas reclined on the bed, watching Isabella walk across the room. "I mean, we've never done this before and--" he stopped, watching as she took her purple sweater off, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. "Um. Maybe we should--uh, wait."
"I want this. Don't you feel the electricity? There's something between us."
"There's been something between us for thirteen years. Are you sure you're still not a little buzzed from the last couple of shots we did?" His eyes trailed over to the shot glasses lined up underneath the T.V. "I know I'm still a little--" his words were cut off as Isabella captured his lips with hers. She reached a hand out, fingers unbuttoning his shirt before placing a kiss to his chest. She gently pushed him down to the bed and he complied, eyes never leaving hers as she leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging them into darkness...