A/N: Greetings, all you fabulous people reading this instead of doing your homework! I know it's been a long time, but I experienced Total Creative Meltdown over the summer. I did not plan to be gone so long, or in fact to be gone at all, but I was. The good news is I'm back and prepared to take requests to make it up to you guys.
Also, I took a step back and realized what a boring name 'Phinbella Drabbles' is. I'd like to rename the collection, and ideas would make me so happy.
Kudos to you all! In the meantime, how about some fluff?
She crept toward her prey, her footsteps light in spite of her heavy boots, hardly making a sound besides a very slight, almost imperceptible crunch of snow beneath her feet.
It was the first snow day of their eighth grade year, and Isabella was determined to get at least one laugh out of this.
The boys were having a free-for-all snowball fight in the park. Unsurprisingly, Phineas and Ferb were winning. They had been hampered slightly by the fact that they weren't allowed to use anything other than snowballs, but not enough to give the bully and nerd the edge they'd've needed. Isabella had opted to be neutral, preferring to watch the boys chuck snow at each other than at her.
Phineas had managed to get Baljeet right where he wanted him.
"Any last words?" the redhead said, his arm poised to throw.
Isabella grinned wolfishly, a wicked plan forming in her mind. She scooped up a large amount of snow, keeping it loosely packed as she advanced.
Phineas wasn't usually competitive, mostly because there was no challenge. He would win hands down without even trying. Now, however, he and Baljeet were on a level playing field. He allowed himself a small smile.
Baljeet was very fast when he needed to be. That didn't stop him from being herded into a corner like a hunted animal. It just meant he'd lasted longer. He braced himself as Phineas began to bring his arm forward...
...only to freeze mid-throw.
Phineas' reaction was far better than Isabella could have hoped. She expected him to try to get the snow she'd just dumped down his shirt out as quickly as possible, along with maybe, if she was lucky, a few girly shrieks. That was not what happened.
Instead, his eyes grew wide, his teeth clenching as every muscle in his body tensed up, especially the ones in the vicinity of the neck, though all this did was leave Phineas in the awkward position of attempting to shrug in the way people do when snow is shoved down their shirts while he was trying to throw a snowball. Ultimately, he simply dropped the snowball, which wasn't much of a snowball ever since Phineas' fingers had clenched.
In place of the girly scream, there was a faint noise that sounded a bit like 'eep', but far more humiliating.
He stayed frozen like that for five seconds or so before his limbs loosened enough to enable the removal of the snow.
Isabella started giggling a little, joined shortly by Baljeet and Buford, who'd been watching from behind a tree. Ferb walked out from behind a different tree, maintaining a straight face for about three paces, after which his shoulders started to shake with repressed laughter.
It never got any less funny, Ferb pulling the same prank (though with ice cubes) at social functions.
At thirteen Phineas learned what snow to the back of the neck did to him. At eighteen he learned what a kiss to the back of the neck did to him.
According to Isabella, it's even funnier than ice cubes.
A/N: Unseasonable, I know, but it was so much fun to write, and I just couldn't wait two and a half months to show it to you guys.
I like writing this kind of fluff. Isabella isn't frustrated for once, but it's still fluffy. It's a nice change of pace from writing the typical Phinbella fluff stressing Phineas' infuriating obliviousness. I don't have anything against that kind of fluff, but it can get boring after awhile.