Chapter 1 - First day of the rest of our lives
"Phil!" Keely called from the empty room that they were about to paint. "Get your butt in here now!"
"Just a second!" Phil's voice echoed through from the garage, where Phil was, apparently getting paintbrushes.
Keely sighed, and then looked around the room that they were about to decorate. It was Phil's old room. Somehow, neither of them could get used to sleeping in the same room that Barb and Lloyd had accommodated. It felt weird.
The room was actually quite big with nothing in it, and Keely was envisioning they way she wanted it to look. Of course, Phil would get his say as well. But he wouldn't have anything that Keely didn't like. Because if she didn't like it, it wasn't even getting into the house, let alone their room.
"You've had about thirty seconds now!" Keely cried, impatiently. "And the smell of paint is really beginning to bug me."
"Okay, chill out!" Phil said, walking into the room.
Keely rolled her eyes, and grabbed a brush off of the palette. "Thank God we're getting started."
"So, which wall do you want to take?" Phil asked, watching Keely dip her brush into the paint.
She thought for a minute, not noticing the steady drip of paint splattering off of the brush and onto the sheet they had laid down. "Um…you take that one, and I'll take this one," Keely instructed, and not waiting for an answer, she turned and slapped her paintbrush against the wall.
"Yes ma'am," Phil said, raising his hand in a mock-salute, the paintbrush still in it.
"Shut up," Keely said, dipping her brush into the paint tin again.
Phil turned round, and began painting his wall, whistling an annoying tune, that sounded similar to theme tunes of kids cartoons.
"Stop whistling," Keely said, her back to Phil. "It's annoying me."
Phil turned and bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty. Do you want me to do anything else. You know, like singing the National Anthem standing on my head."
"No, I'm fine. I'll let you know if I need anything though," Keely said, smiling.
It was nice to actually smile. Real nice. After five years of being unable to stretch her muscles in her face. Except to cry. Only Phil would ever be able to do that to her. Make her smile when she really didn't want to.
"Hey, she's smiling!" Phil cried, noticing the grin on her lips. "There's a change!"
Keely rolled her eyes. "Look, Mr. She-Never-Smiles, I smile all the time. It's just you make a big deal out of it. God, just because I got knocked out cold by my old fiancé, you act like it's so great when I frikin smile."
"It is. Real great. First step to recovery!" Phil said, sounding remarkably like a therapist.
"You know, that's funny. That's what my Mom said as well," Keely said, knowing it would make Phil shut up. Which it did.
Phil sighed. "Which reminds me…have you told her yet?"
"What, about me and you getting married, and moving into your old house, and planning a future? A complete future? Filled with kids, and a dog?" Keely asked, slapping paint onto the wall.
Phil nodded. "Yeah. That."
"Nope. I was going to. But I chickened out. Because she was going on about how glad she was that we were together. And she dropped a few hints about us only being together for a few weeks. I think she knew. But even if she did, she didn't mention it. And I couldn't mention it," Keely admitted.
Phil sighed. "You totally should have told her."
"Um, hello? Not all mothers scream for joy, and then begin planning, even though they're 100 years into the future. Just because yours does, doesn't mean mine will. In fact, I can predict that mine will scream in anger, and tell us that we're moving too fast. I know it," Keely said, finishing the wall she was painting. She stood back and admired her wall, amazed at how quickly she had finished it.
"You want me to help you tell her?" Phil asked, knowing that she would jump at the offer.
"Yes! Thank you! She might listen to you. I mean, she's not exactly going to flip out on you. She's always liked you Phil, you know that, right?" Keely said.
Phil rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"Thank you," Keely bounded over and kissed him. "Hey, I tell you what, we'll finish this, and then we'll go out to dinner. And we'll invite her. And then we'll both tell her. She won't flip out in a restaurant. You know my Mom, she hates to cause a huge scene. So?"
"Cool," Phil nodded, smiling.
As long as he got to spend the rest of his life with Keely, he didn't really care.
Dean squinted as he looked up at the sun. He had been released, after serving only half of his two-year sentence. Good behaviour really did let you out earlier.
But now he had some unfinished business to attend to.
And Keely Teslow and Phil Diffy were his first targets.
Okay, as some of you may have noticed, this is the sequel to Unbelievable…
It was shorter than I wanted it to be, but I'm a gonna try to make it longer.