Chapter 6: A simple note, a simple call.
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It had been a week. A week of contemplating, regretfulness, and tears. And that week hadn't led to anything productive… Keely was still trying to navigate through her feelings to an answer. And so far, she had been unsuccessful.
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"Great job Keely!" a studio member called.
Keely gave a small, thin smile. "Thanks," she whispered.
"Another job well done," her boss, Robert, said.
Keely gave another weak smile.
"Anyway," Robert continued, "Are you feeling alright Keely? You seem pale."
Keely nodded her head fervently, and plastered on a huge fake smile, "Oh yeah… I'm perfectly fine."
"Ok…" Robert said, unconvinced, "But if you are feeling sick, don't hesitate to take a day off. Okay?"
"Alright," Keely replied.
"Good girl, now you can go."
"Thanks," Keely said flatly, getting up and barricading herself in her changing room. She could feel soft tears coming down her cheeks and she let out a soft laugh. "It seems that I never stop crying these days," she whispered. She started to clean off the shovels of make-up on her face.
She was halfway down when she heard a knock on the door. Keely wiped away the last of her tears and cleared her voice. "Coming," she called.
Keely got up and walked across the room to open the door. It was a delivery man.
"Ms. Teslow?" he inquired.
"Yes," Keely responded, "That's me."
"I have a delivery for you, do you accept it?"
"Uh… yeah, yes, yes, I do."
"Okay," the man said, "sign here."
Keely signed, and the man turned to give her delivery. It was a dozen roses.
Keely gasped. "Who… what?" she spluttered.
The man smiled, "I guess you have a secret admirer." He turned, and waved back, "Hope you have a good day Ms. Teslow."
Keely just stood there, dumbstruck. After about five minutes of just looking at the roses in her hand, she brought them inside her changing room and locked it again. She sat on her coach and examined them, looking for a note. After a moment she found it.
Keely,
I know I've hurt you, but I want to fix that.
I know that you don't want to talk to me, but please,
Just give me five minutes.
Call me. 425.689.4219.
(A/N: I just made up the #, do not call it.)
Phil
Keely felt more tears welling up. It was weird how such a simple note could bring forth such a rush of emotions. She nodded, "Ok, Phil, I'll call you. I think you deserve at least that much." She wiped her eyes again, and rummaged through her purse for her cell phone.Once she found it she quickly typed in the numbers, but her finger lingered over the call button. She stared once more at the paper, her eyes staring at his name. "Phil," she whispered, and she hit the call button.
She held her breath for three long rings, before she heard a shuffling, and a breath over the phone. "Hello?" the voice said.
"Phil," she breathed.
"Keely…" She could hear the nervousness in his voice. "I was afraid you weren't going to call."
"No… I called, no matter what I do I seem to be drawn to the things you do," she laughed bitterly.
"Sorta like me… but I just seemed to be drawn to you."
Keely smiled slightly, but then quickly changed her mood. "Phil?" she asked sharply, "What did you want?"
"A date. One date."
"A date?" Keely asked.
"Yes, a date, and I really don't want to take no for an answer."
Keely inhaled sharply. "Phil, I don't know if I can."
"Please Keels, please. Just one date, if you never want to see me again after it, I'll concur without complaint, but for now, I'll bother you until I get that date."
Keely gave a small laugh. That was like Phil alright. Stubborn as always. "Okay Phil, one date."
She heard Phil let out a sigh of relief. "Great. Awesome. You won't be disappointed. I'll pick you up at 7?"
"Okay."
"Good. Okay. 7. Bye."
"Wait," Keely called into the phone. "You don't know where I live."
"Uhh…. Actually I do."
"What?!"
"I kinda… kinda… called up Via and asked her."
Keely was slightly mad, why would Phil call Via before her. "How'd you find Via's number?" she asked, a bit mad.
"The phonebook, of course."
Keely gave herself a mental kick in the head. "Of course, but didn't you look me up?"
"Of course I did, you're not in it."
"Right…"
"So 7?"
"7."
"Bye."
"Bye," Keely whispered.
"Wait, Keels," Phil said softly.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." And he hung up.
"I love you too." Keely said back to the dial tone. She hung up the phone and started to cry… again. She admitted it to herself, she did love Phil, but she still wasn't sure if she trusted him, if she should let him in. After all, a simple note and phone call were much different then real life. But still, for once… her tears were of happiness.
Okay, one of my shorter chapters, but after you guys were just so awesome, I had to put up another chapter! Anyway… look they're (Phil/Keely) getting somewhere! Just remember, 5 reviews or more and I'll update! (Reviews motivate me to write… :D)
