So this is one of those word-inspires-brief-drabble fics. Let me know what you think or if I can improve on something.

I'm pretty terrible at Phineas/Isabella, but I tried anyway. On with the show!

Closer

He could smell her hair she was so close. Phineas' heart beat so hard that his entire torso was pulsing—his hands shook, his eyes avoided contact, and the sweat formed on the back of his neck with his nervousness.

"Well, they may not be crazy rollercoasters, but Ferris Wheels can be cool." Isabella spoke.

The red-head teen gulped and glanced downward, just noticing her knee was touching his.

Next time, I design the size of the passenger cars.

Feeding

"Come on, eat already," grumbled Phineas Flynn to his son. The 7-month old skillfully dodged every spoonful of baby food his father tried give to him, giggling while doing so.

"Any luck?" His wife inquired just entering the kitchen.

He looked back at her with a distressed look, "Our baby is a mastermind."

Machine

"Phineas, really, I can get my own soup."

"No way! I'm not about to let my sick wife get out of bed!"

Isabella sighed, as Phineas stumbled toward her carrying three trays of soup. He set them down in front of her and smiled cheerfully.

"Now try each one and decide which is your favorite, and then I'll have the machine make up more."

She didn't look too pleased with him, "Phineas, you don't have to build a crazy new device just to serve me things in bed."

He frowned at this, but after a moment his face lit up. Suddenly he leaned downward and kissed her affectionately.

"I'll never build a machine that will give you that, trust me."

Tradition

She had been waiting all night at the same spot, and finally he approached her.

"Hey Isabella, enjoying the Christmas party?" he said merrily. She nodded quickly in response.

"Yeah, it's great. I really like the decorations." She then gestured up toward the ceiling, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. Phineas' eyes followed and he blushed.

"Oh..." he gulped, "That—uh—"

"Mistletoe." She beamed. The 13-year old fluttered her eyelids closed and leaned forward with her lips slightly puckered.

But suddenly, she felt a gust of wind fly past her. She opened her eyes and saw Phineas running in the opposite direction.

"Phineas Flynn! Don't dis tradition!" she yelled after him.

Euphemism*

Teenage Phineas Flynn brushed past his brother in a happy rush, "See ya, bro, off to Isabella's!"

Ferb smirked, "As her parent's aren't home…is there a bit of snogging in your future?"

"A bit of what?"

"Snogging? Copping off?"

Phineas looked innocently confused, but then blushed hard, "Dude, I'm not doing that with Isabella tonight! We've only ever kissed!"

Ferb sighed and put his face in his palm, "That means to make out, Phineas, I said nothing about shagging."

"Oh well—wait, what's shagging?"

*I had to do a little research to get these terms, let me know if they're wrong or misused.

~Gypsy~