Hi, everyone! This was just an idea that popped up into my head and I couldn't expel it, soooo here it is in print! Basically, I thought about the episodes where Isabella expressed a good amount of interest in Phineas (and vice versa) and I plan to re-write them from Phineas' point of view. So, these are all his thoughts and you'll find out that he's not as heartless or oblivious as he seems. By the way, these will be a bunch of oneshots, but there will be some continuity with certain ideas and themes. Anyway, hopefully someone finds this interesting; please let me know what you think in a review! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb. In fact, since I re-wrote an episode, I don't own most of this material... Only certain thoughts from our friend Phineas. ;)

1. The Fast and the Phineas

It was a glorious summer day; perhaps a little hot, but overall it was something worth being happy about. I had just peaked over the fence of our backyard to discover a racetrack and multiple big-shot racecars warming up for a race. Excitement coursed through me as I turned around and bounced back to where my stepbrother, Ferb, sat beneath our tree. "Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands out dramatically.

Ferb and I are whizzes with technology, so it took us less than half the morning to trick out our family's car and get it ready for the race. This, oddly enough, earned us some glares and other assorted evil looks from Candace as she charged over to Isabella's house, shouting "Mom!" I shrugged it off, but then our sister reappeared at the same moment I pushed the red button on the controller and the makeshift racecar shot straight up into the air.

"Mooom!" Candace shouted, keeping her eyes on the doorway that she had come from.

"What is it? What do you want me to see?" Mrs. Flynn said, as she came into view.

"Look!" Candace waved her hands towards where the car had been, but it was too late.

I gave mom an innocent greeting and she disappeared along with our sister. Ferb and I continued testing the extent of our new car's abilities, only to be interrupted again, this time by Isabella.

Isabella… now there's a girl I could be with every moment of the day. Though, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm kind of embarrassed by the amount I like her. I think I like her more than normal, but I guess it would just mess things up if I let it show. I just play it cool and pretend that I don't think of her as anything more than a friend. So, when she came up to me that day, I tried to act as normal as possible.

"Hi, Phineas," Isaebella said. Was it my imagination, or was she blushing?

"Oh, hi, Isabella." Just act like everything's normal…

"Watcha doin'?" She's always so cute when she says that everyday… Wait! Can't be thinking that.

I quickly expelled those thoughts from my mind and focused on answering the question. "We're entering the Swamp Oil 500 today," I said, gesturing at the supped-up vehicle.

"Aren't you gonna need a pit crew?" the cute girl queried in an almost smug tone. Did I just say that she's cute? Quit it, Phineas!

"Do you know a pit crew?" I replied, trying to match her tone.

"Well… I know a few people who work well together." An experienced pit crew would be better, but I couldn't bear to say no to her.

"Great! You're hired. See you at the track." With that, Isabella flashed me a sweet smile and dashed off. I'm so glad I was able to make her happy… Oops, better change the subject before someone notices.

"Hey, Ferb, where's Perry?" I said quickly.

The Swamp Oil 500 was going great! Right before the race Isabella showed up with the Fireside Girls, aka our pit crew. After Izzy announced their arrival, I uttered a quick "cool, see you in the pits" before turning back to my vehicle and heading toward the track. It would be awkward for me to stick around for the troop's pep talk, even though Isabella is such a great leader and speaker.

I was soon distracted by a reporter, who wanted to interview me for being the youngest to enter the race. I even learned that Candace had been cheering for us, even before the race began!

The race finally started with me in driver's seat and Ferb in a tower with the controller. It's moments like these when I realize that I really trust my brother because, had he made one false move, I would have been killed. Everything turned out good though; Ferb even found a way to boost the car's speed to put us in the lead. His being able to see the whole track helped too, since we were able to avoid dangerous obstacles… or obstacles of any kind.

At last it was time to see Isabella! I mean, time for a pit stop… I must say, the Fireside Girls really did a good fast job of touching up the car, but the best part was what Isabella said to me while I was waiting.

After handing me a quick drink, Isabella said, "That helmet looks so manly!" I was overjoyed; she thought I was manly! Well, she thought my helmet was manly anyway… But still!

I didn't have much time and I didn't want to seem too affected, so I simply answered, "Thanks." I handed back the drink and then I was off again. One good thing about having someone else driving your car for you is that you can continue the race and still daydream about what some girl just said to you.

But enough of that, I thought. I figured, since I didn't have to drive, I might as well rock out and enjoy the ride. I had thought ahead and brought my guitar to play during the race. I bet you've never seen a racecar driver playing his guitar during the race! As I passed the bleachers again, I heard another source of music and Isabella's voice leading a chorus.

"Go, Phineas, go! Go, Phineas! Go, Phineas, go! Go, Phineas!"

"OH YEAH!" I shouted. It felt so good to hear her, I mean them, cheering for me.

We got first place in the race and Isabella came to stand next to me when I received the trophy. Oh yeah, Ferb was there with us too. I got so wrapped up in the cheers, Isabella, the cameras, the lights, Isabella… that I didn't notice our car driving away until it was too late.

"Hmm…" I said, sounding unconcerned. "Looks like we're walking."

When we got home, Mom said that she saw us and loved what we did. I'm sure that made Ferb happy, but I still couldn't stop thinking about how Isabella had called me manly… I mean, she called my helmet manly… But still!