Requested by mrdbznarutofan

This one-shot is related to
"The Camera"

Ages: 14

Isabella stood in front of her dresser as she looked over her choice of clothing.

Today, she was going to try and make herself look as cute as possible for the sake of breaking Phineas' obliviousness. It was sure to work.
A fool proof plan.

(A/N: I'm going to be honest and say that I can't possibly imagine Isabella wearing anything cuter than she already does. So I'm having struggles.)

Finally, she picked a light pink t-shirt that had small blue unicorns scattered in a random pattern across the fabric and white cut-off shorts and put them on.

Isabella was pleased with her outfit, even if it did seem a little babyish, braided her hair in two French braids, and tied them with pink hair ribbons in front of her bed while she slipped on her white all-star converse.

"There!" She giggled and turned around to pick up her mascara from her vanity and un-screwed the black brush from the yellow and purple bottle, but when her cornflower blue eyes flitted upwards to meet her reflection in the mirror, the brush promptly dropped from her hand and landed with a clatter on the lavender colored wood surface, leaving black marks in some spots.

"Aww...so cute..." She cooed unknowingly as her pupils dilated and a small smile came across her lips.

She had accidentally put herself in a cute-trance.

Isabella stood in front of her vanity mirror. When the doorbell went off and someone came clattering up to her room, she didn't notice.

"Isabella! Isabella! I have to-!" Phineas' voice sounded far-away and echoey to Isabella's ears and she barely heard him.

"Isabella? Are you okay?" Phineas asked as he walked across her bedroom to stand next to his friend.

He put his hand on her shoulder and gently shook it to get her attention.

The blue eyes blinked and the black pupils returned to normal before setting themselves on the neighbor boy.

"Phineas?" Isabella asked. "What are you doing-?" She started, but was interrupted by an 'aw' similar to the one she had uttered just before.

"Um..." Isabella furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as the same effects were transferred to Phineas.

There was a far-away look in his eyes...just like when...Meap...

Isabella gasped in realization.

"Oh no! I put you in a cute-trance!"
All at once, Isabella felt a little flattered, but completely helpless and dizzy at the same time.

What could she possibly do to get Phineas out of a cute-trance that she herself had inflicted upon him?!

What was she going to do?! If she went to find help, she might put others in a cute trance too!

Isabella was panicking and her hands shook.

"Um..." She muttered as she looked around her room.

In the mirror, she saw the reflection of her shirt out of the corner of her eye and decided to change it or something.

Isabella ran back over to her dresser and pulled out a grey Tri-State State sweatshirt that used to be her dad's and promptly threw it over her shirt before taking out her braids.

Maybe if she tried to cover up, or "dim" her cuteness that would help fix the problem.

Isabella was already sweating from the heat of her sweatshirt, but she was to discombobulated to think of taking it off and switching her unicorn shirt for something else.

"Phineas? Phineas?!" She pleaded while snapping her fingers in front of his face, but it didn't do anything, he only sighed happily.

Okay, Isabella thought. I may want more of his attention, but this is a little weird.

Isabella sighed as well, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of her room and across the street.

"Ferb! Ferb!" She yelled in a panic as she threw open the backyard gate, Phineas still being pulled behind her.

Ferb, hearing her calls from the kitchen, opened the backdoor and peered out cautiously.

At that moment he figured either things didn't go so well with Phin when he went over, or things went very well and she needed to tell someone besides her girlfriends.

"Ferb, you gotta help me."

"Okay? So things...didn't go well?" Ferb guessed.

Isabella furrowed her eyebrows.
"Ferb, what are you taking about?"

Ferb shook his head in dismissal and closed the door behind him, seeing Phineas standing behind his friend for the first time.

"Anyway," Isabella waved her hand as if to clear the air as well. "You don't happen to know how to get someone out of a cute-trance, do you?" She asked nervously.

Ferb peered behind Isabella to see his aw-struck brother and widened his eyes.

"Did Mitch find more cuteonium and come back to earth?" He asked in disbelief.

Isabella forced a humorless laugh.
"No, it was...-it was me who put him in the cute-trance." She answered rather shamefully.

Ferb gave her a questioning look and motioned between himself and Isabella; them how come I'm not in a cute-trance?

"I de-cuted-...I-uh...that's not the point!" Isabella grabbed Phineas' arm again and moved him so he stood in front of Ferb. "Just help me fix him!"

Ferb stood and thought for a bit, all the while studying his brother's dazed expression.

"How'd you get him out of the trance before?" He asked.

"Um...I don't know. I kinda just pulled him away from Mitch so he couldn't see him and tried to get his attention." Isabella shrugged. "That's when he said I was the key to defeating Mitch. My cuteness made me immune."

Ferb nodded, taking in this information.

"Then we probably need someone, or something just as cute, or cuter than you to break the trance." He observed.