A/N: So this fanfic was inspired by somebody's awesome Phinabella drawing on dA. You can find the link to the drawing on my profile.
The noise of the club was deafening as they walked in. A huge crowd of people filled the dance floor, bumping along to the music.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked.
"What?"
"I said 'do you want a drink?'"
She giggled. "Phineas, I can't hear you over all this noise! You'll have to speak louder!"
She felt him lean down so he was next to her ear. "Isabella, do you want a drink?"
"Yes!"
"Okay!" He flashed her a smile before heading toward the bar.
Once he was out of sight, swallowed by the crowd, she looked towards the dance floor. The current song was winding down. Now was her chance. She gulped as she walked over to the D.J., taking off her jacket. "E-excuse me?"
He looked at her. "Yeah?"
"Could I request a song? Um…Rock Star by Hannah Montana?"
"Sure thing. I'll play it right now."
"Th-thank you." She walked out onto the dance floor, flinging her jacket onto a nearby table. She had never been so nervous. "Well, here goes nothing." She struck a pose as the music started.
"Isabella? Isabella? Isabella, where are you?" He walked through the club, a glass of ginger ale in each hand. "Isabella?" He was just about ready to give up when he noticed something on a nearby table. "O-kaayy…here's her jacket. If her jacket is here, then she must be—" he stopped dead as he turned around.
There, in the middle of the dance floor, was Isabella. Only, it didn't look like the girl he knew. The girl he knew was cute and petite, always wearing a fuchsia colored dress.
This girl? This girl was dancing in the middle of the floor wearing skin tight black jeans that hugged her hips, with a black sleeveless midriff that had what appeared to be a broken heart on the front. Her belly button and flat stomach shone underneath the lights and her hair swung wildly about her as she twisted her hips in time to the beat.
He refrained from splashing the ginger ale on his face in an effort to cool down. This was not the Isabella he knew. This Isabella was…
Sexy.
She laughed to herself at the look on his face. She had noticed him moments ago and his expression hadn't changed. He was still standing at the edge of the dance floor, drinks in both hands, eyes wide. His cheeks were pink and his mouth held the same look of disbelief and amazement.
The song finished up and she walked off the dance floor, casually taking a cup from him. "Hey Phineas. Whatcha doin?"
"Uh…well…"
She swallowed a giggle; no need to make it to obvious. "What did you think of my dancing? Was I any good?"
"It…well…" he followed her to a nearby table, sitting down. "Gee Isabella, it was…uh…"
Watching him struggle to form a coherent sentence was both satisfying and adorable. When nothing came out after several minutes of stuttering and his jaw dropped to the floor, she merely reached across the table, closing it.
She had rendered the great Phineas Flynn absolutely speechless. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was a start.