Guys. You NEED to check this out. Search for the song "Hysteria" by Muse. IT'S KINGDOM KEEPERS. PERIOD. I'm telling ya…Imagine the electric eel scene or the bike scene (my personal favorite) or SOMETHING EPIC from KK1. I mean, don't pay attention to the lyrics, 'cause they aren't exactly KK (OR ARE THEY? I FEEL A SONGFIC COMING ON), but just think…It's perfect. OMG. This movie needs to be made. I'm not kidding…I'm about to parade around Disney headquarters.
Okay, now that my rant's over, I need to talk 'bout this. I went kinda Imperfect Jewels with this thingy here…But it's Wilby. Not Jhilby. I promise.
For Jessie- Who's probably better at grammar than me :P LEGGO MY EKO!
Happy Birthday, Keepers: Philby
The timing was what got him. It just so happened that there was a massive project, and it was due the next day.
He hadn't started a word of it.
A Keeper's life gets crazy, alright? There comes a time when homework must not be worried about. Think of it: the world's safety…or homework getting done?
But if he was in charge, every single paper and problem would be completed and in the book bag before fun.
Alas, that is not how the world works.
So here he was, walking home from school at a pace he thought was slower than usual, brooding over the project.
What? The Dell Philby disappointed over a project? But he loves them!
Not this one. It was language arts. And cue the dun dun dun.
Give Philby a chem assignment, and he'd be done it quicker than Superman flying to save whoever he's saving this time. Math? Absolutely.
But language? That was not his turf. And when he would complain about English class, his classmates would have a confusing look on their face and say equally confusingly, "But…you're British."***
Uh, yeah? And what difference does that make?
So, he was doomed. He wasn't gonna make honor roll like he has for three years in a row if this darn project didn't get done.
And…of all days…tomorrow was his birthday.
I mean, come on! Give me a break, he thought, wondering just how he was going to get this done.
He needed help. And he needed it now.
"Philby!" he heard girl's voice yell out.
He turned around to find an excitedly waving Willa, running up to meet him.
"Hey Wills," he said, kicking another rock as he walked on with her at his side.
"Tomorrow's the day, right?" she asked. For a minute, Philby thought that she meant his birthday. But she was speaking nerd, and in nerd "tomorrow's the day" means "the project's due tomorrow."
But she wasn't entirely nerding out-Philby knew she was really excited for the presentation. Language arts was her thing. And, if Philby had it right (from the millions of times she's talked about it) it was gonna be pretty epic.
Philby couldn't say the same.
"Uh…yeah. March nineth."
"March nine-." She frowned. "Your birthday. Really?" she complained.
And this was what he liked about Willa. She empathized with everyone over everything, which made Philby's little nerd heart skip a beat.
"Yeah. Funny, isn't it?"
"Well, you're gonna nail the presentation. I mean, if I know you correctly, you had the thing memorized when Miss Korninski gave the rubric for the project." She pushed him playfully. Then she saw his face. "Oh." she repeated.
"Not one word is down," he brooded. How the heck did you get yours done? And you're busier than me! he silently added.
"Well," she said, poking his arm, "We're gonna change that."
We? He started to protest, but then he bit his tongue.
He liked where this was going.
"And the object of the preposition is?" she asked.
"Money," Philby said.
"YES! Gosh, you are slow," she laughed, pulling her hair back.
"Willa, I can get the rest done. You're tired. You got work. Go home and do it," Philby said, hoping this'll add to the effect of generousness. He hoped that she'll protest.
"No. I'm fine! I'm not leaving 'til you get it." she demanded. Philby fist-pumped in his brain.
She flipped a page of her grammar book, sitting on Philby's blue chair by his laptop in his room. "Is the project all on prepositions?"
"Don't ask me. You did it!"
"I'm not so sure I even did the right one," Willa said indifferently, still flipping through her book. "I bet you that DHI is gonna accidentally show up in it. All I've been thinking about."
Philby threw a bouncy ball in the air and caught it. "I think that's it. I mean, that's what it said on the paper." He held it up and Willa turned around.
He wanted to tell her that he really appreciated the help, and that she's a great student, and that her eyes sparkle at the perfect time-
"Happy birthday." She gestured her head to the electric clock. It read 12:00 in blue. "Seventeen. You're old."
"Says the been-seventeen-for-months!" he laughed, standing up from his bean bag chair. "Thanks for the help, Wills."
"It's nothing. Danny's probably wondering where I am," she said, grabbing he book bag. "He's a fairly protective brother."
"Yeah, get out of my house," he laughed. "Can't wait to see your presentation tomorrow."
"It's going to be epic," she teased, Philby joining in on epic.
"Remember the object of the preposition!" she called out, about to step out of the door until Philby shouted. "Wait!"
"Yep?" she asked, turning around.
Philby stopped. They were pretty close.
Philby closed the gap between their face and kissed Willa.
It was only a few seconds before he pulled back. "See you tonight," he said, bracing for a slap from her.
But her hands stayed by her side. She grinned. "See ya."
He watched her go down the steps and go out the door, waving at Philby one last time.
Philby's nerd heart glowed.
I got an amazing, smart, sparkling-eyes friend. Erm…girl…friend…?
Happy birthday, Philby.
AW! Wilby! Probably my first all-out Wilby. That went cosiderably well, considering I'm terrible at kissing scenes.
Review? Concrit is accepted and appreciated. Do it for nerds. LIKE ME!
***I love British people. Don't they sound smart? I blame Hermione for me immediately thinking that. Ink Teardrops...your stories are just so immacualte grammar-wise...
