Title: Blame us cause we are who we are and hate us cause you'll never get that far
Author: alienangel19852003
Rating: M, language and adult situations
Summary: AU. Enter a world where Phil's the rebel, Pim's the well behaved proper girl. Keely's the shy girl, Seth Wassumer is the most popular guy in school. Owen's a closeted cheerleader and Keely's only friend. Whenever I hear a specific song I try to put whatever characters I'm working with together to see if they fit the song, this time I had to rework things so it would fit. Extremely OOC….for nearly all of the characters.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own POTF. If I did for starters it wouldn't be on the Disney Channel it would be on the WB or Fox and it sure as hell wouldn't be cancelled.
"I always got by on my own"
At night Phil Diffy dreams. Of someone he's never met, a blonde girl about his age and she's dancing. Twirling and humming in this dark spacious room, a haunting melody plays, and soon clashing cords follow, and it becomes a song that seems to describe everything Phil was feeling.
The powerful melodious voice of the singer, fills him with feelings that he doesn't think he's ready for. The girl makes him feel the same way. She stops twirling, and stands there bathed in moonlight, he can see straight through her thin nightgown but that isn't important. What matters is what she's saying.
"Phil…we can't stay here forever…I wish we could, but we can't he's going to find me and I don't want you to get hurt." She whispered.
His alarm always goes off before he can figure out what any of it meant. And he has to get ready for his first day of school, ever. The 22nd century was much easier, one didn't have to drag their lazy ass out of bed for school until they felt like turning on the Hologram Tutor and learning something.
"Phillip James Diffy! You're going to be late for school on the first day!" His mother called from downstairs.
He grunted and rolled out of bed falling onto the floor yelping when he hit the ground tangled in his blankets.
"Well, that's new…" he muttered, "Gravity is a bitch…"
He knew the day was going to be hell, maybe next time he'd stick the landing.
Keely Teslow walked down the halls of H.G. Wells Jr./ Sr. High School with her books clutched to her chest carefully avoiding clusters of students gathered in the hallways talking and laughing. She remembered the days when she was one of them, the days before everything changed. Her green eyes darted nervously ahead of her, she definitely didn't want to run into Tara Schrader.
She was always so careful to stay in her place and avoid the popular girl at all costs but Tara always found her. Keely slipped into Mr. Messerschmitt's class undetected and took a seat in the back, she was a few minutes early so she started writing more lyrics in her notebook.
She had taught herself to play acoustic guitar and she wrote her own songs, just little musings that no one would ever hear. She needed something anything to get through the day to day loneliness she felt, but it had been the same way when her mother was still around when she had actually had a few friends. Keely had always felt that way, she was surrounded by a sea of people who didn't understand her, and a stepfather that hurt her in everyway imaginable, music was the only thing that made her feel safe, and less alone.
She hummed softly to herself a melody in her head, her blonde hair falling into her eyes, she pushed it back just enough to see. She tried to conceal herself at all costs, she had learned early that sometimes being pretty wasn't a good thing.
Phil made his way to the bus stop, it was his first day attending school in the twenty first century and he was not all happy about it. He cursed loudly as he kicked a can down the street. That stupid Time Machine would break down and land him here in this suck ass century.
He took a long drag from his cigarette, at least there were the little things. Smoking was nearly banned in the year 2121 where he once resided. In this century it seemed everyone was doing it, it was one of the few things Phil liked. He thought maybe being stuck in the past before everything became so politically correct and safe for its own good, when music was music and there was grass and trees. Not that he really gave a damn about the scenery, it was still nice to look at than sterile glass and metallic landing strips.
"Cutting it kind of close." His younger sister, Pim said without even turning around to glare at him, she kept her eyes fixed on the bus as it pulled to a stop in front of her.
"Fuck school," he said tossing his cigarette on to the grass.
"Phil could you please not screw up. It's the first day." Pim said climbing up the bus steps.
He blew out smoke and followed her up. The bus driver eyed him strangely, and the other kids looked at him as if he were an abomination. He scowled making his way to the back of the bus through a sea of gawking kids.
Phil screwed his eyes shut and put his head against the seat, it was like starting all over, from scratch and he wasn't the mood to be nice. Why did everything have to be so damned difficult, why couldn't his parents have just stayed in their own time?
A year earlier he'd fallen in with a crowd of retro wannabes and he'd gotten into the whole pre-modern emotional grunge thing smoked a lot of weed and listened to a lot of old music found in the attic of an old house. He split his time between experimenting with sex and flunking out of school. His mother decided that a good old family vacation would get him back on track, but of course nothing is ever that simple.
Now he was stuck in the past wandering around without a clue, he wasn't going to fake his way through. He was afraid of what the rest of the day might hold. Whatever it was someone was definitely going to hear about it.
He put on his pre modern head phones and hooked them into his Wizard. It would have to do until his mother got him something called an IPod.
After a much loathed visit to a guidance councilor, Phil stomped through the halls of H.G. Well's Jr./ Sr. High School with a crumpled schedule in his hand. He stalked past cliques and groups of kids who have known each other for years and he'd never felt more alone in his life, and he'd always been standing in the shadows.
He squinted at the room number on the already horribly wrinkled paper, and made his way down the hall hell bent on his destination, ignoring the dirty looks he got from people as he passed them. Being the new kid meant people were going to look at him like a freak on a leash but his grunged out T-shirt and ripped jeans guaranteed that.
He hated the way they looked at him, but they'd never know. He flicked his black hair out of his eyes, it was long overdue for a cut. His mother had stopped hassling him about it and he had no intention of cutting it. He finally found his classroom, he was running a bit late but he beat the bell. The room was packed and the only seat left was in the back next to a blonde girl, who seemed to be very intent on whatever she was writing in her notebook.
She looked up startled realizing someone had sat beside her. Her green eyes barely visible through the tangled blonde hair hanging in her face, her face was pretty what little of it he could see. A huge plaid shirt covering and ripped jeans adorned her small frame. She was the first to look away, he could see her blushing as she stared back down at her paper.
He could see she was blushing and trying not to stare at him, for some reason he unnerved people. Mostly girls, he didn't mind that though, he took his seat and continued to stare at the strange girl who was now making spastic gestures in an attempt to calm herself.
Keely stared back down at her notebook, he was still staring at her. She really couldn't handle having people stare at her, especially guys. Too many bad memories surfaced she tried with all her might not to have a panic attack.
Boys did NOT stare at Keely Teslow, especially boys like that. He was about her height, intense dark eyes, and slightly crooked smirk. He was dressed in a pair of faded jeans that were nearly covered in holes and even more faded black concert T-shirt proclaiming Guns N Roses with a black leather jacket, totally playing up the bad boy image, but it look bad on him. His hair was dark and hung into his eyes. She couldn't help but get chills when he looked at her.
She wasn't afraid of him, only a bit afraid of the attention he was giving her. Something about the boy made her trust him despite his whole bad ass persona.
Mr. Messerschmitt waited until the boy had taken a seat to introduce him to the class.
"We have a new student joining us today, Phil Diffy, would you come up and give the class a sense of who you are."
Keely watched as Phil sighed, putting down his pencil and walked to the front of the class, the chain hanging from his wallet clanking with each step.
"Well, I'm Phil…as you all probably heard. I just moved here from Kansas…a small farming town, I doubt if any of you care. What's the point this is high school, no one ever really knows anyone, or takes the time to slow down dump all of the shit that they're peddling, the lies they tell, and all the other bullshit to find anyone out. So why even bother? Some three minute synopsis of my life isn't going to make any of you know me any better." Phil said flipping hair out of his eyes before starting to his seat.
Some kids clapped and cheered others smirked and whispered about him. Keely sat there completely undone. He'd said everything she'd wanted to scream for years in the space of five minutes.
"During that rousing speech I took the liberty of filling out a disciplinary form for you Mr. Diffy. Would you please take it with you to the vice principal's office." Mr. Messerschmitt said.
Phil rolled his eyes before stomping over and getting the paper, "Is this supposed to be punishment, I didn't even do anything…"
"You used profane language in my classroom Mr. Diffy, an automatic trip see Vice Principal Hackett and four demerits."
"Holy hell." Phil muttered taking the slip of paper and leaving the room.
Keely sat there for a while ignoring the lecture and doodling in her notebook while thinking about Phil down not noticing Messerschmitt creeping up behind her.
"What is this Miss Teslow?" he asked pulling her notebook off her desk.
"I–I…" she hung her head it was all over Messerschmitt was going to totally clown her in front of the whole class he had a reputation for taking notes that were being passed and reading them aloud.
"You know how I feel about you working on other things whilst I am conducting class. Now you do understand you're going to have to go join your little friend in the vice principal's office."
"Y–yes sir." Keely stuttered collecting her books.
"First let's see what you were writing…"
"I–it's my lyric book sir." She whispered.
"I am moving through the crowd, trying to find myself. Feel like a guitar that's never played will someone strum away? And I ask myself who do I wanna be? Do I wanna throw away the key and invent a whole new me?" Mr. Messerschmitt read.
Keely hung her head Tara and her group was laughing hysterically, and she wished a black hole would come and swallow her whole. But she wasn't that lucky.
"Hmmm… it's quite good but you must learn that this is not creative writing it's American History II if you're not writing about the First World War, you're in trouble. I'll send Miss Schrader along with your disciplinary form."
Keely's heart sank, Tara had got to class late and didn't get a chance to harass Keely, but her coming in to bring Keely's disciplinary form was a perfect opportunity to do more than just embarrass Keely it was an opportunity for pay back.
Keely walked down the hall her backpack slung over her shoulder clutching her lyric book to her chest, Mr. Messerschmitt had read her lyrics and it had been okay and only Tara and her girls laughed. The song wasn't finished she hadn't come to the conclusion yet that being herself was okay.
Phil didn't understand what the big deal was all about, he'd never been to a school with desks and teachers everything was done virtually back home so he had no clue what a principal was or what to expect from this person.
He walked around for a while debating not going, he was in trouble on his first damn day of school and everything seemed to be caving in. Finally he decided to go into the Principal's office. It was busy and insane. There were a least six kids in there all of which were yelling at the frazzled secretary who looked like she'd seen better days.
A bald man stepped out of the office with a kid who was sobbing hysterically.
"I'll see you in detention Timmy…Now who's next?" the man asked clapping the crying boy on the back.
Another kid entered the office Phil turned and looked around the room, he had no intention of getting in on the chaos by the desk.
There was a boy hyperventilating into a paper bag seated on a long bench that reminded him of the benches that he saw all the time in those Renaissance church paintings. He'd never been in a church before; religion was also microwave in the future. Phil took a seat next to the blonde boy.
The boy took away his bag, "I haven't seen you around…you must be new here."
Phil glanced at the boy, decked out in a blue and white male cheerleader uniform.
"Yeah…" Phil said figuring if he acted all twitchy like he was going to lose it and spoke in one word answers he could get out of there without having the boy hit on him.
"I know I never forget a face…I'm Owen by the way…I'm spirit squad co-captain."
"That's nice…I'm Phil, it's nice to um…meet you." Phil said.
"So…where ya from…"
"Kansas." Phil replied.
"Jeez all those cows and all that corn. Must've been fun…"
"A real bucket of laughs, I don't know if this place is gonna be any fun either from the looks of things." Phil said.
"There are surprisingly a lot things to do in Pickford." Owen said.
"I bet there are…" Phil raised an eyebrow.
The door opened, Phil glanced up and found himself looking at the shy girl from class, he couldn't imagine what she'd done to land herself here in the freak show. He licked his lips as he gave her the once over, his eyes trailing down from her pretty face and down to study her long lean legs hidden by tight stretch jeans ripped at the knees, the baggy red plaid button shirt hanging down to her thighs, preventing him from seeing anything else.
"Look Phil I've gotta go…but you can find me at lunch and I'll introduce you to the people you must hang out with in order to survive here at H.G. Wells." Owen said getting up and walking out the room.
"Hey Keely!" Owen said excitedly as he spun her around.
Phil smiled, so her name was Keely. He certainly liked the sound of that.
"You can come sit beside me, I'm not gonna bite. Unless you want me to." He said.
She blushed walking over to the bench clutching the notebook against her chest for dear life, "T–that was an i-i–interesting speech you gave back there. I'm K–Keely by the way…"
He thought the stutter was cute.
"Yeah I heard, I'm glad someone enjoyed it. Maybe you can explain to me what I did wrong, I understand I used profanity but I didn't know it was a bad thing."
"Um…you're not supposed to say those things in class or even at school."
"Fucking chicken nugget," Phil hissed under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Keely asked.
"Nothing just some more vulgarities to land me in even more trouble than I am in now."
"Oh…" she said.
"Speaking of trouble…what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He gestured to the room one of the fighting girls had been taken back into the office with the bald man, and the other was on the far side of the long bench, glaring daggers into the floor.
"Mr. Messerschmitt caught me writing in my lyric book." She whispered looking away; he noticed that she didn't stutter as long as she wasn't making eye contact with anyone.
"Oh that notebook…" He pointed to the notebook on her lap.
She nodded looking up at him biting her lip.
"I don't understand school at all…" he said.
"You had to go to school when you lived in Kansas…" she said.
"Kinda not…I was home schooled and I was never home so no schooling for me." Phil said wishing he could smoke.
"Oh…"
"I don't see what's the big deal about you writing in your notebook." Phil said.
"Mr. Messerschmitt wants the class to focus solely on his lectures, and he has a gift for embarrassing people." Keely was playing with a frayed strand of fabric on her jeans.
"I noticed…" Phil said, "What did he do to you?"
"Oh…he just read my lyrics…out loud to the whole CLASS." Keely said.
It was the most emotion he'd saw from her, he liked it.
"He's a total ass. I'm not gonna be dealing with him…" Phil said.
"Who's next," the bald man said as the girl with the bloody nose was ushered off to the nurse's office by the sectary.
"Ah,..Kaylin…come in come in…" the man said.
"And I thought the other guy was weird." Phil said.
"Yep, that's Mr. Hackett, Vice Principal extraordinaire…let him tell it."
"I think I live next door to him. I've never seen his face, but we see him walking around naked watering his plants." Phil said shuddering at the memory.
"No…you've got to be kidding me. That's gross; I'm surprised you aren't blind." Keely said, she was finally able to look at him and talk to him at the same time.
Phil smiled, they were making progress. He didn't know what he wanted from this girl. He but he knew he wanted to know her well, he really hoped she wouldn't end up like the others. He'd gotten them to go to bed with him or vice versa and then it was over. He wondered if his fascination with her was more than physical, or maybe that he found someone who seemed just as much on the outside as he felt.
"I don't usually do this…you know socialize with people…because a good fifty percent of the population is stupid…and well stupid people annoy me… But you aren't like them, and I like that." He said.
"Thanks," he could see the blush in her cheeks again, "I don't talk to people either; with Owen I kinda don't have a choice. His mom and my mom were friends so we kinda used to hang out a lot…before…" she said.
He saw a flicker of something in her eyes, there was something there, and he was going to find out what it was. He wanted so desperately to ask about the before she had spoken of.
"Well…you know we could hang out…I mean if you want…I'm new here you could show me around." Phil suggested.
"You might now want to start hanging out with me if you don't want to be socially doomed here." Keely said.
"Did you not hear my little speech in Smitty's class? I've already crashed and burned the whole social status thing. I'm not exactly Mr. Popularity." Phil told her.
She smiled and moved some of her hair back not breaking the gaze they shared, "If you want I can show you around after school."
"Cool. I've got wheels today, I'm totally psyched." She said.
"Great," Phil said looking forward to the afternoon.
"We've just go to live though Hackett's inquisition." Keely smirked.
The door opened revealinga girl with reddish brown hairand the smirk disappeared from Keely's face.
Theauburn haired girl smiled and sauntered over to the secretary's desk before she turned back to Keely with a sneer.
"What do you want Tara?" Keely whispered.
"Making friends with our new guy? Did you tell him whata basket caseyou are?"Tarasaid before she tilted her head back and laughed.
"Keely are you going to let her talk to you like that?" Phil asked.
"She knows I'm telling the truth," Tara said regarding him for the first time, "Is that right Crazy Keely?"
"Did you tell him about your mother? She was a total loon too she tried to kill herself and now she resides in Shady Hills Asylum." Tara said.
"I–I gotta go." Keely said getting up and leaving the room.
"Keely! Wait…" Phil called after her, got up leaving his stuff behind as he started for the door but Tara blocked his path.
"She's a total Schizo. But who can blame her the crazy gene runs in her family. I guess the nut doesn't fall far from the tree."Tara said.
Phil glared down at the short scantily clad girl in front of him.
"You seriously think that if I want to spend time with Keely these stories your telling are going to stop me?" he demanded.
"Oh I see you're doing this so you can get into her pants. You know Phil she won't put out…"
"It's not about that, and I'm only going to tell you this once you'd better leave that girl alone." Phil said stepping around the girl.
"I don't understand why so many guys want to try to get into her pants when they can fuck someone like me." Tara leaned closed and whispered.
"Well, guys like challanges not free for alls." Phil said walking away and leaving Tara slack jawed.