Okay… new story! Yay-ness! I don't know how good I am at writing non-Pheely stories, so bear with me if it's bad ((even though I'm not sure if it will have Pheely or not, so if you were hoping for some, don't give up!)). For those of you that are wondering… this story ain't gonna be sad ((incase you think it might be)) at the end, don't worry nobody dies lol, so you have no excuse not to read it. Enjoy and PLEEEEASE review!

Chapter 1 – Weird

"Anyway… I was thinking of dark purple and a light yellow," Keely said as she walked with Phil to the lunch table, her tray in hand.

"Hmm… that actually sounds pretty good," Phil said. "Sorry, but I'm fresh out of ideas."

"Oh, you're really helpful, Diffy. I've been wanting to re-do my room forever!"

"Yeah… well there are two things to consider, here. One, I'm not a girl," he said.

"Oh, yeah? What's the other one, Phil?"

"Uh… I guess that's the only one…" he replied.

Keely glared at him. "Yeah. Smooth, Diffy."

"I know… but you gotta love me!" he exclaimed, flashing her his boyish grin that always made her melt, secretly.

"Yeah… it's a good thing I do," she said sarcastically, kissing him on the cheek and quickly sitting back down afterwards.

"Do I get a kiss every time I tease you?"

"Maybe," she said, rubbing her chin mysteriously. Phil laughed.

"Are you ready for that math final today?" Phil asked her as he took a small handful of fries and popped them in his mouth.

"Yeah…" Keely said, her mouth somewhat full. "We had plenty of time to study together, so we should be fine."

"I sure hope so."

"Why are you worried? Math is like… your best subject," Keely said, her left eyebrow raised at him.

"I don't know… for some reason I just kind of… am," he said.

"Weird," Keely replied.

"Yeah."

"I'm mainly worried because one, I hate math… and two, my grades have been slipping lately."

"Have you been studying and stuff, Keel?"

"Yes… maybe… no," she said, lowering her head like a puppy that had just wet the floor.

"Then there's your problem. Study!" he said.

"I hate studying… it's gay and a waste of my time."

"If you're so worried about it, then start taking some action, Keel! Studying and paying attention in class are how you get good grades."

"You're starting to sound like Mr. Hackett… please, stop," she said.

"Sorry. But you know I'm right."

"Yeah, whatever."

"In the negatives today, Keel?" Phil asked her.

"Can ya tell?" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No," she glumly replied.

"Okay… fine… don't tell me," he said, sounding somewhat hurt.

"There's nothing to tell, Phil. I'm fine. Don't worry… just eat, okay?"

"Okay…" he said, looking at her suspiciously as she put some dressing on her salad.

He could tell something was wrong… and he was going to find out what it was soon. He hated seeing Keely like this.

And what was weird, she was never in a bad mood… therefore, he could always tell when something was wrong with her. He was always worried; but for some reason, he was more worried about her this time, because she always, always, always told him what was wrong.

It must be pretty bad if she won't tell me, he thought.

God… why was he so worried? He really didn't know why… but when there was something wrong, he knew it. For sure. It was like a sixth sense or something.

Weird.

End of Chapter 1

Okay… I know it's not exactly keeping you on the edge of your seat, but at least it's a little tiny cliffie! Review please!