A/N: Hey. I'm in kind of a funk, and hopefully this'll make me feel better.
"What do you mean, you can't read it?" said Ferb, incredulous.
"What do you mean, you CAN read it?" Phineas shot back, glaring frustratedly at the blueprints he was supposed to be examining.
"You need glasses," Ferb said, holding up a pair of glasses he'd made to correct his brother's vision.
"I do not."
"Just try-"
"FINE!" Phineas shouted, grabbing the glasses out of Ferb's hand and putting them on. "THERE! See! They're on! Are you happy?"
Ferb looked critically at him. "They do not look bad."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better." The triangle-headed boy walked over to a mirror hanging on the wall. "And then again..."
"Hey, Phineas," said a girl in a pink dress, walking into the garage the two brothers were currently located. "Watcha dooin'?"
"We are making me glasses because, apparently, I am as blind as a-" Phineas turned in Isabella's direction, shock causing him to stop. He hadn't realized exactly how bad his vision had been until now. Has she always been that pretty?
"Phineas?" asked Isabella, a little concerned.
"Um, yes," Phineas said, snapping out of his reverie and picking up the blueprints and examining them through his glasses. "We are making a giant yo-yo today, in addition to shatterproof glasses."
Ferb tapped him on the shoulder.
"Oh, they're already shatterproof? Well, well, aren't we ahead of the game?"
The rest of the day was spent alternately getting mesmerized by Isabella and then dropping sharply downward.
Wow, I feel much better! Kudos to all who have stuck with this story!