A/N: Welcome back! Well, today is my birthday, and, in reversal of a popular tradition, this is my gift to you. I assure you, it is quite squee worthy.

"Phineas, are you sure you're okay with Brad?"

"Of course I am, Isabella. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. You just seemed a little on edge today."

Brad, Isabella's new boyfriend, had spent the entire day absolutely fawning on Isabella. Phineas had found it incredibly hard to concentrate; he'd nearly put a rivet through his hand when Brad had described her eyes as the most beautiful shade of dark blue he'd ever seen. After all, everyone knows her eyes had a purplish tint. As for comparing her hair to the finest silk, well, if he'd ever felt it, he'd know silk didn't do it justice. Between that and shooting Brad death glares behind Isabella's back, Phineas felt 'a little on edge' was a major understatement: Ferb had had to take away the rivet gun when Brad had described Isabella as 'the cutest thing on Earth'. And it wasn't because Phineas was in danger of hurting himself.

"What would give you that impression? I assure you, I am completely fine with Brad being your new boyfriend." Even as he said it, he felt an overpowering urge to scratch his ear. He stuffed his hand in his pocket.

"Really?"

"Really." His fingernails dug into his palm.

"Okay. Thanks for-" Isabella stopped abruptly, noticing the red tinge on his cheeks. She knew Phineas better than Phineas knew Phineas, and there was definitely something wrong. He was about the most fidgety kid in the universe, and yet he wasn't moving.

The redhead watched as Isabella's expression went from relief to concern.

"What's taking so much self-control?"

"What?"

"What're you trying so hard not to do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Isabella suddenly had an idea. "Say you're fine with Brad being my boyfriend, only this time take your hands out of your pockets."

"I-I'm fine with B-Brad being your boyfriend."

"Aaand there's the ear scratch."

The boy froze, his traitorous left hand in the process of scratching his ear.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to break up with Brad," Isabella proclaimed, a triumphant edge to her voice.

Ferb walked up to Phineas, his brother's face the picture of confusion.

"You have absolutely no idea what just happened, do you."