A/N: Chapter three, oh goody! This is where things start to seriously heat up...

Disclaimer: Me no owny Phineas and Ferb or Super Mario Brothers (which I only mention once because I was thinking about Mario Kart). Seriously, me no owny. Why are you looking at me like I'm an idiot?

Isabella's POV

"Ugh, what happened?" I groaned, rubbing my head. I sat up and found myself in a pile of warm dirt. "What in the…?" That's when I noticed the people in front of me. My friends, standing in front of…was that a meteorite? "Somebody please tell me what's going on here," I demanded. Phineas stepped forward. His hair was singed, I guess form the impact, but something was wrong with his eyes. The pupils were too large, and entirely focused on me.

"You were hit with that cutonium-composed meteorite," he said dreamily.

I was hit with a meteorite and I was still alive? Wow, dumb luck. "I can't believe I lived through…" Then I processed the rest of his statement. "Wait," I said. "Cutonium? Like, defeating Mitch and meeting Meap cutonium?

"Yes," Baljeet stepped forward, his eyes as messed up as Phineas'.

"Yes," Buford added, his eyes wide.

Ferb nodded. I looked down at myself.

I looked exactly the same, save for the strange pink glow around me.

Ferb was the one person who didn't seem to be quite as affected, besides Ava and Charlotte, because they were girls. His eyes still widened each time he looked at me, but he could shake it off for short periods. "Ferb," I said. "What's going on?"

"You absorbed massive quantities of cutonium," he said, carefully looking away from me. Ava and Charlotte looked scared.

"Isabella," Ava was trembling slightly. "What's cutonium?"

"It's an alien element. We discovered it with the help of our friend Meap."

"The cute little guy on the screen earlier," Charlotte realized.

"Precisely." Then I remembered something. "Wait, the screen! Help me find it! I knelt and began digging through the mess of a backyard. Ava, Charlotte, and Ferb began to help me, but Phineas and the guys didn't move. "Phineas, help me!" I said angrily.

He immediately fell to the ground and started digging at a rapid pace, sighing. "Yes Isabella," he grinned and looked up, although he didn't stop digging. But I stopped.

"Ferb," I said slowly. "What just happened? I mean, Phineas loves to help, but…"

"It's the cutonium." Ferb stopped digging too, covering his eyes so I wouldn't affect him like Phineas. "Remember? Mitch defeated the entire Meap army with his cuteness. But he was ugly when he drank it. You got hit with a larger amount, and you were already the cutest-known creature in the universe."

"So…I'm not supposed to be able to exist," I said quietly.

"You're bending the laws of space-time," Ferb agreed. "Look at the air around you." I suddenly noticed that the pink glow around me was rippling slightly. Flowers were bending slightly towards me. Hair was flying my way. Even the breeze seemed to be sucked into the pink. "You're defying the laws of the universe," Ferb explained, digging again. "You've got as much power as a star. So the universe had to give you your own gravity."

"My gosh," I whispered. "The universe thinks I'm a ball of hot gas." Luckily, I didn't have much time to ponder that.

"Found it!" Charlotte yelled, pulling away more dirt. The cracked, fuzzy screen appeared.

"Phi…eas, F…b, anyo…e?" Came a static-filled voice from the blank screen.

"Ferb, can you fix it?" I turned to him. He wasn't prepared, and his eyes shone blankly for a moment before he turned away.

"Please warn me next time," he begged, getting to work on the comm.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. After a moment of tinkering with wires, Ferb stepped back as Meap slowly appeared on screen.

"Children!" He cried in relief. "Thank goodness you're al…" Then he noticed me. "I…Isabella?" He asked, eyes widening.

"Cover your eyes!" I demanded forcefully. He did so immediately, obviously only because I had told him to. But after a moment, he seemed to be back to himself.

"Hold on," he said, walking off camera. He came back on wearing strange-looking sunglasses. "After the fiasco with Mitch, I had these anti-cute glasses made," he explained. "So…I supposed you interacted with the cutonium?"

"She was hit full on with the entire asteroid," Ferb said dryly.

"And you haven't exploded?" Meap asked incredulously.

"Why?" I was suddenly nervous. "Am I going to explode?!"

"Probably not," Meap tried to assure me. "If you haven't exploded yet, then you have a good chance of living."

"Thanks for the assurance," I muttered sarcastically. "Anyway, what do I—?" Suddenly, a blast of bright pink light emitted from my open palm without warning. "Whoa!" I yelled in alarm. Ferb ducked, and the beam of light ran straight into the famous Phineas and Ferb tree. We looked at it for a moment.

"That is a very cute tree," Charlotte noted, and Ava nodded. It was true—it was an adorable tree. It looked like it could have jumped out of Super Mario Brothers. It didn't have my pink glow around it, though.

"That's something you have to worry about," Meap said wearily. "I was afraid this would happen. Think of it like this; every person has a big container of cuteness inside of them. Most people have their containers half full or below. Others, like these two," he pointed to Ava and Charlotte, "have theirs between seventy five and ninety percent. But you, Isabella, you already had yours filled up to around ninety nine percent full. There's no way it was a full hundred, or you'd always be like this. But that's why the light is shooting out of your hands. Your body could only process one percent more cuteness, and you tried to fill it with another hundred percent. That's the excess cuteness shooting out of your hands. If you learn to control it, you can turn it into a blaster." He demonstrated by shooting a stream of rainbow colored fire from his mouth, frying something nearby.

"Well, today is just getting stranger and stranger," I noted. "First I get hit by a meteorite, and now I'm shooting raw cuteness from my fingertips. Oh, and I have my own gravitational field, bonus."

"You have your own gravitational field?" Meap asked, interested. "Impressive."

"It's not my only problem," I told him. "The boys…Phineas!" I suddenly remembered him. He was still digging. His hole was at least ten feet deep, and the massive amounts of dirt coming from it were not slowing down. Baljeet and Buford sat by staring at me and sighing, making no attempt to help him. "Phineas, stop!" I yelled. The dirt flow halted abruptly. "Phineas, I'm going to give you my hand," I said shakily. "Grab it so I can pull you up." I reached over the side of the pit and felt him grab my wrist. "Okay, not try to climb up the wall, using my arm as support." After a few moments of tugging, Phineas appeared, dirty and panting, at the top of the hole.

"Isabella," he sighed dreamily.

"Here's my other problem," I dragged Phineas over to Meap's screen. "The boys are…um…" I didn't know how to describe it.

"Oogling you?" Charlotte suggested.

"Wolf whistling?" Ava giggled.

"Going gaga?" Ferb snorted.

"Transfixed," I glared at my friends. "They're transfixed. How do I make them stop doing…well, this." I held up Phineas again and he looked at me abstractedly, a stupid grin plastered onto his face.

"You can't," Meap said sadly. "Girls can barely resist that level of cuteness, and I don't know how Ferb is managing to resist. Honestly, I can't believe that Phineas is able to breathe around you."

"How are Charlotte and Ava resisting?" Ferb asked curiously. "I remember; when we fought Mitch, the female members of the meapling army were immobilized by Mitch too."

"It's because of the way that our planet thinks about cuteness," Meap clarified. "Our planet thinks of it like how you think of teddy bears and unicorns. Your planet thinks of it in that way too, but you're all teenagers. Now you view it as an expression of beauty."

"Hold on," Charlotte held out her palm like a crossing guard. "So you're saying that the boys are staring at Isabella because they think she's the most drop-dead gorgeous woman in the universe?"

"Well currently, she is the most drop-dead gorgeous woman in the universe," Meap said matter-of-factly. "So, yeah, pretty much."

Ava and Charlotte just looked at me. I was pretty sure I was blushing redder than a ripe tomato. Ferb seemed to be completely gobsmacked, something I would've found offensive if not for the dire situation.

I coughed. "Um, anyway," I tried to change the subject. "What do I do about them?" I pointed to the boys. Phineas was now sitting with Buford and Baljeet, and they all had those terrible mesmerized and blank looks.

"I'll send some of these glasses down to Earth," he said, pointing to his anti-cute shades. "They should arrive within a day."

"Great," I muttered, annoyed, "a whole day of being gawked at by my best friends." It was really ironic. Phineas Flynn, the boy who I had wanted to notice me forever, couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. And it was driving me insane.

Phineas POV

I never noticed how Isabella's hair sparkled before. It was so shiny and smooth. A poem popped into my head.

Isabella

As bright as the sun

You light up my world

You hair shines like the water

Forever

"Phineas!" She told me. "Phineas, snap out of it!"

Snap out of what?

Everything was perfect.

Isabella

You're lovelier than honey…

A/N: Yeah, so you've probably been dying to know what's been going on inside of Phineas through all of this. There's your answer: absolutely nothing. And I'm sorry this took so long to post, there's something weird going on with my "manage stories" tab. I'll be posting like two other things in a minute.

Reviewreviewsreviewsreviewsreviews!

Axis22: I'm going to answer your in order. 1) Yeah, you saw how that turned out. 2)I wouldn't be so sure... 3)EVERYBODY knows about Ava's crush on Ferb 4)Yes, yes she does 5)No, Phineas and Isabella aren't together yet, he's still completely oblivious 6) Dude (I don't care about your gender, I call everyone dude), she's getting hit. That's the whole point of the story. 7)Sorry. Maybe I should bold the POVs or something... 8)Yup, you JUST found out 9)Yeah, Isabella is completely defying all physics right now. That's why she's so dangerous 10)Isabella may or may not be corrupted...you must wait and see!

Whythis: Thank gosh? I'm so using that now!

ayahsad167: You should thank me. I used your word, "transfixion"!

13 gummy bears: Thank you!

Jet Engine: Okay, okay, no need to get huffy... XD jk, dude, jk

PhinbellaDirectioner: Well, wait no longer then!

Purpl3Pickl3: Sure, that would be great! If you could draw it and then put the link-with spaces-in a review, I'll gladly take a look at it! I'm not getting anywhere with my idea...I can draw Isabella fine, I just can't make here CUTE enough to satisfy me!

: I couldn't have said it better myself.

MassiveSinger: I do enjoy my suspense...and thank you c:

LaptopWriter22: Well, I'm loving writing it, so it's nice to know I'm not alone :D

thedoraemons7: Isabella LOVES to be loved, just not like this...

Some Random Teen (Guest): Okay, okay, hold your horses and relax, here's some more! :DDD

14AmyChan: Isabella should've moved. I actually almost shouted that as I wrote that paragraph. "Isabella, move out of the way before I'm forced to write you being hit!"...does that make me insane? And yeah, poor Phineas...the poor guy's brain isn't quite functioning.

Mapiteu: I saw that! Watch that clip again, and watch Phineas' eyes while Baljeet is talking. He keeps staring at her hand, like "Should I do it? Should I do it? Oh geez, I'm doing it!"

Kale Bishop: I seriously love writing for Doofenshmirtz, and/or about Doof. I'm trying to find a way to realistically work him into the story...

15 reviews in one chapter! And some new names, too. I usually have a bunch of well-loved regulars who support me in everything. I feel like I have an enterage! But seeing more reviewer names makes me smile. In fact, you should all KEEP reviewing and make me smile-y-er! Because I've had a bunch of fabulous people follow and/or favorite this story and/or me, but they don't review! Please, PLEASE review if you're reading this! Even if all you can think of to say is "good job" or "lol", I'll still be happy!

That's everything, I think. Oh, and I should be posting for "You just have to look between the lines" soon!

Ciao, my enterage *cough cough* I mean readers and reviewers XD!

Love, Cutie