DISCLAIMER: I don't own Phineas and Ferb.
"What's with the stereotype on romance?" seventeen year-old, Phineas Flynn asked his friend, Isabella, who was sitting on his bed, beating him at Mario Kart.
She glanced over to him and raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean, exactly?"
"Uh- it's just that; romance is considered a girly thing, right?"
"I believe so. Along with hearts and pink and roses-" she smirked at him. "So what?"
"Because, if it's so girly, why do people always expect the guy, who knows just about nothing about girls- let alone what they like, to make the first move?"
"Well, I don't think they do. Not- not specifically anyway." His question had caught her off guard.
"And what do girls even expect? It's not like guys have telepathic abilities."
"Well yeah, but-" she shifted her position.
"Chocolate and flowers are considered too cheesy, but, like, people expect you to be so romantic- it's just not fair."
"That's not true, though! Believe me..." she paused for a moment, "I'd- uh- I'd know."
"'Cause I don't know how, Isabella. Love isn't something you can calculate- it's not science, I can't do anything with it. And I've tried, Isabella, I have."
He looked at her and sighed, "But no matter how hard I try, I can never get the words to come out."
Isabella, quickly, turned her head, "You like someone?"
He tilted his head, "Why would you think that?"
"'Cause you just said you did. Who is it, Phineas?"
He blushed, "Isabella, I- I didn't mean- n-not like that!"
She felt her heart throbbing inside her chest, "Is it Addyson?"
"WHAT?! No, of course not."
"Milly?"
"PHINEAS, would you please just tell me her name?!"
"ISABELLA!" Phineas shook his head, his face growing hotter.