In Pursuit of Happiness
SUMMARY: A series of one-shots detailingmoments in time from the POV of Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. Request a topic and I'll try to make it into a one-shot.
A/N: I have nothing to say, except that I do NOT own Phineas and Ferb.
I mean, seriously, if I owned them would I be posting on a FanFiction site?!
Chapter 3: Meapless in Seattle
"Oh no! Meap needs our help, Phineas… Phineas! Come on Phineas, snap out of it! Phineas, Meap is down, he's been out-cuted. What are you gonna do? Phineas!"
I stared into Phineas' eyes and, for what seemed like an eternity, all that stared back was his zombie-like cute trance stare. Then, something changed in his expression, and I could see that familiar Phineas spark in his eyes.
"Is… Isabella. Hey wait a minute, Isabella, we've had a secret cute weapon this whole time; you!"
"Me?" I said, not sure of what else to say.
"Don't you see? You can take him! He's only cute on the outside, but your cuteness goes right to your core!"
I was rather shocked, considering the general obliviousness of Phineas.
"So what you're saying is… you think I'm cute?"
"It's a scientific fact…"
Phineas kept talking, but I was in shock, he had just admitted I was cute, then went on and tied it RIGHT back down to science. Two steps forward, one step back. I then noticed him fiddling with the Cute Tracker and realized what he was doing.
"Close enough, I'm on it."
"You can do it Isabella, just be yourself!"
With that, I jumped off the ledge, swung down to Mitch's catwalk, and gave my traditional "What'cha doin'", as I said this, I glanced up and saw Phineas right back in his trance, but this time his eyes were locked on me. This shocked me a little, but it also made me feel happy. Maybe my quest to gain Phineas' affection was closer to completion then I thought.
The End