A/N: Incredibly late update, but, hey, better late than never. Enjoy!
Phineas stood, frozen in fear. There was no way he could do this. Romance had never been his strong suit; that had always been Isabella's thi-
He felt someone shove him forward. Looking back in confusion, he caught Ferb's eye, the boy giving him an encouraging thumbs up. Phineas responded with a weak, slightly queasy, smile, a far cry from the confident grin he had been aiming for.
The conversations going on around him melded together until he felt like he was walking underwater. The world was going in slow motion.
Far too quickly, he came to the place Isabella was standing, chatting happily with her friends and totally oblivious to the approach of the nervous wreck that at one point been Phineas Flynn.
"I-Isabella?" Thank goodness, his voice still worked.
"Yes, Phineas?" She turned around.
Well, here goes nothing.
He held the rose out to her, "Will you go to the dance with me?"
There was a split second of silence during which Phineas could have sworn he lived several lifetimes before it was abruptly ended by a streak of pink and black squealing at freakishly high frequencies that he could only assume was Isabella tackle hugged him.
Phineas walked unsteadily back over to Ferb.
"I take it by your dazed expression she said yes?"