A/N: Behold, the beautiful fluff! For some reason, I love making Phineas act like a complete dolt. Ah well. All the more for you...
Isabella ran out to the bus stop, thankful for her pink sweater. The sweater was thin, but, really, it wasn't cold enough to merit anything heavier. She shifted her pink backpack to her other shoulder, skipping up to the familiar silhouette of her crush, Phineas Flynn.
"Hey, Phineas! Watcha dooin'?" she said, as cutely as possible.
"Hey, Isabella," he replied, smiling quite cheerily for someone who had had to wake up at six o'clock in the morning.
"Where's Ferb?" Isabella said, looking around for the green-haired Brit.
"Oh, he went in to grab a textbook he forgot," Phineas said, gesturing vaguely behind him, the Flynn-Fletcher's driveway being the location of the bus stop.
Isabella nodded in understanding. Just as she turned back to Phineas, Isabella suddenly realized her hand was glowing pink. Her eyes widened in horror. No. Just no. This couldn't be happening. She looked up from her hands, making eye contact with Phineas.
About two seconds later, Phineas was blasted with enough raw cute energy to power Danville for a year.
Ferb marched out to the stop, textbook in hand, halting when he noticed the stupid grin on his brother's face. Sighing, he resigned himself to the inevitable and began pushing his brother onto the newly arrived bus. Ferb quipped, "Isabella, if I wanted Phineas to act like a complete idiot today, I would have spiked his cereal with caffeine."
"It starts wearing off around third period," Isabella mumbled.
Ferb just rolled his eyes.