Phil and Keely were hanging out at Keely's house afterschool on a rainy Friday. There were in Keely's room, lethargic, unmotivated to do their homework and uninspired to find something more fun to do. Keely was lying on her bed and Phil was sitting on Keely's fuzzy pink rug with his back up against the bed, reading one of Keely's books.
"Ugh, Phil, I'm bored and too lazy to do anything." Keely grumbled from the bed, where she was lying on her stomach, head resting on her crossed arms. She shuffled and turned over on her side facing the back of Phil's head, got comfortable and started playing with Phil's thick hair. Phil froze for a second, but Keely didn't notice, as she had drifted off into a daydream. Leaning his head back and putting down the book in his hands, he sighed contentedly.
"What are you doing?" he said gently.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize wh-… I was thinking about … something out," she blurted out. She dropped her hand from Phil's hair. He reached up and grabbed it with his left hand and held it on his shoulder.
"I didn't say stop. It was relaxing." Phil exhaled. "I was just wondering if you noticed what you were doing." He paused for a moment, still holding her hand. "I guess you didn't." He added.
Luckily Phil's back was to Keely, because she had turned bright red at this point and was holding the hand that Phil had grasped completely still. She had indeed not noticed what she was doing, but her daydream had been a little bolder. She had been thinking about that time last year Phil and she had danced at that event she had worked when she was a waitress. She imagined them dancing again, and the dance lasting longer, the two of them alone on a moonlit balcony.
Phil hadn't heard anything from Keely for a while, he had started daydreaming too. About the time Keely and he had gone to the virtual mall in the future. Except in his daydream there was no hot surfer dude to steal Keely's attention. And she had been wearing less clothes.
"Keely…" Phil started, suddenly deciding to be bold instead of bored. But he didn't know what to say. She he shut his mouth and turned to his right to face her where she lay on the bed, still holding her hand in his.
Their faces were at the same level, less than a foot apart, as Keely had been lying near the edge of the bed. Her eyes shot up to his face in surprise. She had been looking at their hands, which were intertwining themselves seemingly with a mind of their own. She blushed again when she saw him and turned her face down to the bed, burying it in her blanket.
"Wh-at?" Phil laughed. "What were you thinking about?" He smiled.
"Nothing." Keely muttered from the blanket. "Your face." She added momentarily.
"What about it?" Phil prompted.
Keely didn't respond.
Phil leaned forward and put his mouth right by Keely's ear, resting his forehead in her hair.
"Keely". Phil whispered. "I think we might have been thinking the same thing."