Title: Blame us cause we are who we are and hate us cause you'll never get that far
Author: alienangel19852003
Rating: M, language and adult situations
Summary: AU. Enter a world where Phil's the rebel, Pim's the well behaved proper girl. Keely's the shy girl, Seth Wassumer is the most popular guy in school. Owen's a closeted cheerleader and Keely's only friend. Whenever I hear a specific song I try to put whatever characters I'm working with together to see if they fit the song, this time I had to rework things so it would fit. Extremely OOC….for nearly all of the characters.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own POTF. If I did for starters it wouldn't be on the Disney Channel it would be on the WB or Fox and it sure as hell wouldn't be cancelled.
Author's Note: Mmkay, first things first, this chapter is M rated for sexual content, more of a lime i suppose it could be a lemon, i'm not too sure, i didnt start out in het. But anyways, it's finally happened yous guys, Keely and Phil are back together. Chapter title comes from a Gym Class Heroes song, and the lyrics Keely sang come from Everything to Me by Brooke Hogan. I believe she sang it in the previous chapter as well, i'm just reinterating a fact that you all are probably well aware of I own NOTHING!
"Cupid's chokehold"
Keely discussed things with her grandmother and with Barb in depth. After getting everything settled there was one more hurdle, Phil. No one had told him that she was going to be helping him yet. The night came when Barb decided it was time to do that. Keely had been invited to dinner. She arrived early, with her bags and everything she would need for her undetermined stay there.
Pim opened the door for her, "Hey Keely."
"Hi," she smiled, Pim had changed a lot since they met they had all changed in the five months they'd known each other.
Pim and Keely had both blossomed and come out of their shells, while Phil was retreating further into himself. It's funny how time distorts things, maybe five more months down the road they'll all be at least okay. That is if Keely succeeded in her task, she knew she could get through to him. She was going to show him that she loved him and was willing to do anything for him even if they couldn't be intimate.
"Are you ready?" Pim asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said.
"Well, I should warn you he's been on the rampage all day, dad came by to see him." Pim said.
"Oh, it didn't go so well did it?"
"No, it went worse that bad." Pim told her.
"Alright, where the hell is it? If you hid it Pim I swear there will be repercussions," Phil said stopping short of his rant as he wheeled into the room and saw Keely.
Keely was shocked at how thin he'd gotten, and how long his hair had grown. The circles under his eyes were even more shocking.
"Keel…" he whispered a confused look on his face for a second before he flipped his hair out of his eyes, and his expression changed just like that.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded his voice full of scorn but his eyes looked sad.
"Keely is going to be your new helper." His mother said as she made her way into the room.
"What?" He shouted.
"You heard me Phil…" Barb said, "Now, let's all sit down to dinner and discuss things."
"There isn't anything to discuss, and I'm not eating anything. I just want my damn computer."
"I don't keep track of that thing, it's a portal to hell is what it is." Barb said.
"Where do I put my things?" she asked.
"You take them all down to the basement I've set up a bed from you down there. I'd taken to sleeping down there lately–"
"To fucking spy on my ass." Phil said.
"To make sure you turn that damn computer off and get some sleep. He's always into something or other, it's just like he's three all over again."
"I can't sleep till it's finished. I don't need a babysitter. I'm grown." He told her.
"Making your eighteenth Nirday doesn't make you a man. A man is defined by what he knows and what he does. You're not doing what you know."
"I'm doing what I want leave me the hell alone."
"Phil…I'm tired please don't start. Keely take your things downstairs and wash up for dinner." Barb said turning and heading into the kitchen.
Keely took her things down to the basement. And took stock of the room, she spotted Phil's laptop atop a shelf on the far wall to high up for him to see it and if he did there wasn't much he could do about it anyway. She smirked; she knew exactly how she was going to deal with Phil. He was acting like a petulant child so she was going to treat him like one.
She was going to hold his computer hostage. It was a truly brilliant idea, Barb had mentioned that she hadn't the heart to refuse him the only thing that seemingly gave him solace. She knew it had been Pim who'd placed it there. She would have to thank her later, it would be her opening. Keely had just enough heart do that, it was what he needed. That along with some rules.
She put away her things and took the stairs up instead of Phil's elevator. She found him tearing apart the living room screaming obscenities at his sister and mother who were trying to get him to go into the kitchen.
"Phil, I know where your laptop is." Keely said.
"What? Give it here."
"I can't not until you come in the kitchen and eat something. We'll talk for a bit and you get your computer back." Keely said.
"You probably don't know where it is anyways." Phil said.
She could tell that he was already willing to take her proposition.
"I've never lied to you, I understand how weird this situation is going to be for both of us. I think that if you give me a chance I can prove that I can help you feel better."
"You can make me feel better by handing over my computer and if you want to make me feel really good you can suck my–"
"PHIL! That is enough!" Barb shouted.
"She said she wanted me to feel better and a blow job would be real good right now." He laughed.
"Let's call a truce and you eat your dinner and you can have your computer back." Keely said.
"Whatever…" he said wheeling himself surprisingly into the kitchen.
"Why in the hell are you still standing in there? Come in here and feed me, you want me to eat and you won't even put the food out where I can get it... shit." Phil said.
The three women exchanged looks before heading into the kitchen; Keely's plan seemed to be working.
Dinner went well there were only a few angry outbursts from Phil who ate like he'd never eaten in his life. Keely discovered that it he wasn't starving himself out of surliness. It was because he was far to interested in whatever he was finishing on his laptop.
"Phil, what is it that you're finishing on your laptop that is so much more important than taking the time to slow down and take care of yourself?" Keely asked.
"You'll all find out soon enough," Phil continued to shovel food into his mouth.
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After dinner was over, Keely relented and gave Phil his laptop on the condition that he join them in the living room while he used it. Which he did grudgingly, occasionally bursting out in fits of maniacal laughter while he frantically typed on the keys.
"Alright, are we done with this whole bondage session?" Phil asked after less than an hour.
"You can go down I'll be down in a little while to check on you," Keely said.
Phil rolled himself away muttering to himself, "I don't need you to check on me. I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself."
His wheel got caught on the edge of the oriental, "Motherfucking bitch ass chair."
He fought with it for a few minutes before he called Keely.
"Keely can you come help me please?" he called.
"What's wrong Phil?" she asked.
"I'm a little stuck." He said.
"Alright, I've got you. We've got to move this rug so you won't get caught in it."
"I never go this way but I was distracted and it happened…" he explained.
"It's okay Phil." She said, "This is why I'm here."
She leaned over him and untangled the frayed ends of the rug from his wheel her t-shirt coming up and exposing her lean lower back. He felt compelled to pull her into his lap and trail his hand over the exposed skin.
He ran his tongue over his dry lips, after getting a nice long look at her ass he finally averted his eyes. Checking her out wasn't going to help matters much, it was going to fuck things up worse than they were already it was going to make him so horny he could barely function with her around all the time he'd never have a chance to get himself off.
He couldn't complicate their relationship anymore by trying to make it a physical one when he wasn't emotionally ready for a real relationship with her.
"You should be good now…" she stood up straight.
He started to wheel away, "Thank you…" he whispered.
"You're welcome." She smiled, "Are you going down to do some more writing?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Would you like some company?"
"Do I have a choice?" he asked.
"Yes, you always have a choice. I'll give you private time if you need it. Your mother asked me to help you because she's afraid all the time you've been spending by yourself could cause you to hurt yourself or something." Keely said, "And I don't want anything to happen to you Phil."
"That's very sweet," he found himself saying without a trace of sarcasm.
"Thank you…" she whispered, her lips falling into a sweet smile.
"Well, you can come and hang out there while I write if you want to." He said, he could barely feel the anger he'd felt two hours earlier.
A few minutes later they were in the basement room, he was at his desk typing away and she was sitting on the bed she'd been given. They were just talking but with the two of them it was never that simple.
"So why'd you quit? School I mean…" he asked pausing to look up from his screen.
"Well, once the trail got underway everyone had their own two cents to contribute about the whole thing at school. Owen was talking about me behind my back. It was just horrible, and then there was so much other stuff. I'll get my GED in a few months when the test comes up again in May." Keely told him.
"I might do that too, so they can quit hassling me. My dad came by and asked me why I sent away the tutor he'd gotten for me. He's taken to sending me things and sometimes people now that he's moved out thinking that by spending a little cash on me, which by the way totally isn't his style is going to make me like him more." Phil said.
"First off you don't buy your kid's affection after a divorce, I should know that." Keely said, "And secondly you don't do it with a tutor…"
"I know, but I would like a dirt bike." Phil said the joke caught Keely off guard but she laughed with him.
"It's getting easier, you'd be amazed what a couple of months and a witty sarcastic outlook will for a guy." He told her with a smile, it was the first time he'd smiled a real smile in months.
"I hope so Phil, it seems everything I've heard says otherwise." She told him.
"I'm still dealing with it. Some days are a lot better than others if that ass wouldn't have shown up today would have been a better day." Phil told her.
They talked all night and it was like old times almost, he missed the kissing and petting of their previous relationship but that wasn't what they needed right then despite the fact that his body was practically aching for release when she suggested that they go to sleep and went into his bathroom to change into her pajamas.
The sheer thought of her undressing got him hard in a few seconds, he felt like such a twelve year old pervert. He pushed his computer closed deciding not to fight with her, he'd just do what he did with his mother pretend he was sleeping until she feel asleep and then get his computer and go in the bathroom so she won't hear him typing. He was fairly self sufficient, he got himself undressed and then redressed in his pajamas before she came out of the bathroom and he was lying under the covers of his bed in an attempt to hide the boner he was sporting.
"Sleepy?" she asked him.
"A little I guess the food is making me that way." Phil said, rubbing his tummy thinking back to the steak and gravy he'd just eaten maybe he should take time and eat more often.
She climbed into the other bed, and he looked at her with his eyes half closed. He wanted to ask her to lay down with him, but the close proximity would open old wounds. His mother knew exactly what she was doing. Maybe it was exactly what he needed to feel like himself again, being around Keely. Sometimes he felt like that he didn't know where he ended and she began, she was just that much a part of him.
She sighed softly and settled under her own magenta down comforter. She was certainly a sweet sight all snuggly dressed in her monkey pajamas that were much too big for her blonde hair hanging in tangles around her head, she looked like she would suck her thumb any moment.
"You're beautiful," he told her.
"What?"
"You're beautiful." He repeated.
He could see her blush in the dimly lit room, "You are and it's time you start thinking that yourself."
"Th–thank you…" she whispered.
"Keely, will you sing to me?" he asked.
"Phil…it's late and I don't want to wake your mom and Pim."
"Like they can hear anything the way they both snore and besides they are like two floors up. Get your guitar and sing to me." He told her.
She got out of bed opened the guitar case which she had slid under her bed took out her guitar and sat on the bed with her legs under her.
She began to strum it softly, "You want to go and as you open up the door you change your mind I'm not something you can leave behind. You'll never know all these things I feel inside I want to show you there's nothing out there to find."
He listened to the song she was singing wondering if it was about him.
"You're everything to me…" she concluded.
"That was really good." He told her, "You should think about singing professionally."
"I've always wanted to but I've never had the courage to do it. My sister and I have always wanted be like Nancy and Ann Wilson and have a band with just us."
"That would be cool." Phil said.
She put her guitar away, and settled herself back under the covers.
"What are you afraid of Phil?" Keely asked.
"I'm not afraid of anything Keely. I've cheated death more times than you'll ever know, I've got more lives than a cat." He said becoming a little reflective about his past experiences.
He really did get himself into a lot of trouble, the wreck with Via wasn't the first wreck he'd been in. Miraculously, he wasn't hurt then but he'd come damn close to getting himself killed a number of times. He remembered the loud cocky boy he'd once been. Thinking that good luck and charm were going to get him anywhere in life. He should have known when karma caught him it would get him good.
Maybe this was what he needed to finally stop taking stupid risks, but the more he thought about it the angrier he got. He decided not to think about that anymore. His thoughts softened when he saw Keely had fallen asleep.
She looked like an angel. He yawned, himself finally realizing how tired he was. He'd been getting so little sleep here and there. He relented to let sleep take him, he would work overtime tomorrow. He turned over and drifted off to sleep.
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Things went fine for about four weeks there were good days bad days and worse days, days where they got along as if they were the same soul. Days when there was some friction and other days where she couldn't get him to do anything at all. Keely was waiting for something to totally go wrong. She just didn't think it would go from a knock down drag out fight to knocking...well something else.
"Keely give me my computer." Phil stated the first time ever so calmly.
"Not until you eat." She said simply, they were the only two in the house and Phil had not eaten dinner the night before nor breakfast that morning he'd spent all day on the computer and most of the night before, she'd nabbed it when he went to the bathroom.
"Give me my mother fucking computer!" he shouted.
"No," she stated firmly.
He wheeled closer to her squinted his eyes, "Why in the hell not?"
"Because you need to eat if I don't confiscate it you won't."
"I'm not eating that shit," he wheeled over to the table and threw the plate with his turkey sub and chips on the floor breaking the plate and making a minimal mess.
"Phil, I know you're mad–"
"Keely, dear I'm not mad yet. But if this goes on longer I will be." He said in a low whisper.
"Well, if this goes on any longer I'll be pretty mad myself."
"Please Keely, like I'm afraid of you. You let a man rape and beat you for years he tried to hit your little sister once and she beat the hell out of him. See where I'm going with this Keely. You haven't the stones to do a thing but play games with me." Phil said.
His words stung, and worse yet he was right. If she'd fought Bryce it would have been long over.
Phil smiled a crooked smile that scared Keely a bit, "You know I'm right, just give me the damn computer and get it over with."
"It won't work Phil. You're not that good at manipulation."
"Oh not this kind of manipulation, you know what kind of manipulation I'm best at Keels. Much better than Bryce right?"
"Either you eat your food or I force feed you." Keely said picking up the second sandwich she'd made for him on the counter.
"Keely Teslow the day you stick that sandwich in my mouth is the day I'm Elvis P–" he was cut off her shoving the sandwich in his mouth.
Grudgingly he ate the sandwich.
"I must say, I didn't expect that." He said after he'd jerked the sandwich out of her hand.
She gave him his computer back and went downstairs and lay down on the bed she'd been given. She'd been feeling so aroused lately, and she wanted to do something about the sexual tension she'd been feeling. Opportunities for masturbation since she'd moved in with the Diffys were few and far between, and she never took advantage of the few opportunities she did have in fear that someone namely Phil would hear her.
She ran her hand over herself through her jeans just once before rolling over and clutching her pink bunny to her chest. She figured if she lay there like that urge to play with herself would go away. She ended up falling asleep, when she woke up and Phil was back downstairs with her.
She turned over and saw him sitting at his desk watching her sleep.
"What time is it?" she mumbled.
"It's just four fifteen. You've only slept two hours." He told her.
She was aware of the funky music he was playing. It was a funky hip hop track with some popular male singer insisting that they take their clothes off to have a good time and party all night. She repositioned herself on the bed accidentally squeezing her thighs, and moaning at the sensation it gave her.
"Keely?"
"Huh? Oh," she said, "That was supposed to be a yawn," she blushed.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiight." Phil smirked.
Damn it, he'd so heard her moan and he probably knew exactly what she'd done. Really it had been an accident so why was she dying for that kind of sensation again. She took a few deep breaths, to kind of get a hold of herself. She knew if she crossed her legs and just squeezed she would come, however she wouldn't be able to keep herself quiet when she did and he would so know.
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Phil wasn't surprised to find that Keely had fallen asleep when he'd come into the basement a while after eating. She looked so pretty and innocent when she slept. He wanted go over and kiss her forehead but he refrained from doing so. With her asleep it gave him a chance to deal with some pressing issues of his own, like the semi he'd been sporting from the fight in the kitchen.
He wasn't expecting Keely to be such a little fighter. He wasn't expecting her to shove the sandwich in his mouth. He'd imagined them both being covered in food writhing on the floor mouth to mouth his body covering hers, in a world where his disability didn't exist as they made out until oxygen became more of a desperate need than their need for each other.
He jerked himself to the thought of them making love on the kitchen floor covered in their own sweat and various foods. His imagination was too much for him he spent himself in no time he cleaned up and went back to his computer. Hearing the moan she made when she woke up reminded him of what he'd just done. He licked his lips and looked at her, she was blushing and her excuse for making the moan was flimsy.
He wondered if she was turned on, did she ever think about him in that way anymore. He still wanted to be with her, and if she'd have him he could deal with his limitations if she could. He'd been considering this for awhile, and now he was stirred to action.
"Keels, can we talk for a second?" Phil asked.
"Sure…just give a second to wake up." She whispered pressing the palm of her hand to her forehead her fingers tangling in her blonde locks.
She blinked a few times and shook her hair, the act wasn't meant to be a seductive tease but Phil couldn't help but see it that way as her golden locks fell into place at her shoulders. She swung her long legs over the side of her bed and put her hands on her knees.
"What do you want to talk about?" she yawned.
"I want to talk about us…I want there to be an us." Phil said.
"Phil…I don't know what to say…" Keely whispered.
"Tell me the truth, do you still want to be with me?" he asked.
"Yes…" she whispered.
"Are you still attracted to me?"
"Yes, do you still want me?" She countered.
"I want you so much Keels…" he said wheeling over to her.
"Well, take me…" she whispered pushing her legs apart.
He wheeled so he was between them and pulled her into his lap.
She yelped as he cupped her ass holding her firmly in place as he brought his lips to hers. Her fingers tangled in his long hair as they kissed. He missed her taste, he missed everything about her. She broke the kiss to gasp as she immediately began to writhe against him as he attacked her neck and throat with his kisses.
"Oh…" she whimpered, "I want this so much…"
"What do you want me to do Keely?" he asked.
"I want you to…" she stopped to let out a loud moan as he tweaked her nipple through her shirt and bra.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Please…" she begged him.
He gently threw her on his bed; he watched her strip without him telling her. He started to take off his own clothes before he climbed up on the bed. He was lying on top of her kissing her senseless. She moaned into his mouth and thrust her hips against his. He enjoyed the feel of their naked skin pressed together. He was so hard he couldn't think of anything more than getting inside her.
He swirled his tongue around a pale pink nipple and she arched up against him desperate for some kind of friction between her legs. He decided to tease her and really make her wait for it.
She was surprisingly vocal in bed and he wondered if she'd been loud for Bryce, but he thought it would be better for both of them not think about that.
He rolled them over so that she was on top of him, "Take what you want Keels," he whispered.
She smirked and kissed his lips before she kissed his throat and chin, before making her way down his body. She suckled and laved his nipples with her tongue, he'd never had a girl focus on anything other than his mouth or on his cock before, he could only gasp. It felt so good.
She slid a hand down his trembling stomach, and he found himself begging her for more.
"Feels so good…" he whimpered as she gave his belly button a fast lick.
She kissed his stomach he wished he could arch his hips to show that he wanted her attention elsewhere on him.
"Baby, I'm gonna get to that…" she giggled her hair falling in her face, "What? I don't get to tease you?"
"You can do with me whatever you like just as long as you don't stop." He whispered.
"Trust me I don't intend to stop." She told him before leaning down and taking his whole shaft into her mouth.
"Oh yes…" he panted her mouth was amazing.
She stopped midway through what she was doing she must have sensed how close he was she positioned herself over him before he could even recover from the suck tease she was sliding on him.
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They both moaned out loud as he entered her, seven months and twelve days of angst confusion and pain came to a beautiful conclusion when that happened. She began to move on him and they lost themselves in the pleasure of erotic bliss.
Keely was fully aware of how loud they both were and of the fact that Pim and Barb had returned home and could fully hear what was going on downstairs, but she didn't stop or try to stifle her moans. Sex with Phil exceeded her expectations. She could feel the pleasure building and they both climaxed together, she rolled off of him sighing and she pulled her close.
"I love you so much Keel…" he whispered against her neck.
She started to cry unexpectedly, not because she regretted what they'd just done but because for the first time she felt like someone capable of being loved.
"Keely, why are you crying? Did you not want what we did?"
"I wanted it Phil I wanted it so much, it was so amazing it was the best." She whispered.
"So I take it you…" he said.
"Yes." She whispered, "Twice."
"You're so beautiful," he kissed her temple.
She snuggled closer to him and put her head on his chest.
"You're sweet." She whispered.
"You're sweeter." He kissed her forehead.
"Do you think they heard me?" she whispered.
"As loud as you screamed? Yeah I think they might have heard you in Handsome Town." Phil laughed.
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They lay there dozing for a little while, until Pim knocked on the door.
"You guys wash up and come up for dinner." She called the snicker in her voice could be heard plainly.
Phil and Keely both laughed before they opted to shower together. They dressed and they went up for dinner. Little Danny and Calli sat around the dinner table both of them wearing knowing smiles.
"What are you looking at?" Phil wanted to know.
"Oh PHIL!" Calli moaned before bursting into a fit of obnoxious laughter.
Keely blushed, "This is so embarrassing."
"I think it's sweet. You two have been through so much. I'm glad you've found each other again, and to have such a passionate encounter." Pim put a hand to her chest, "I can only pray that someday I'll know a love so intense and powerful to make me cry out like that."
Phil rolled his eyes, his sister's romantic side was killing him.
"If you want that we could go upstairs and…" Little Danny started but Barbara entered the room.
"Go upstairs and what?" she asked.
"And do…our homework all night. Write sweet essays till the break of day." Little Danny laughed nervously.
"Speaking of writing sweet essays. The three of us need to have a serious talk." Barb told Phil and Keely.
"We weren't doin' nothing Ma." Phil said.
"Uh huh, must have been some really rowdy game of chess you guys were playing." Barb said.
"It was the BloodSport Edition. Why are you concerned about what me and Keely do in the basement? You practically stacked us on top of each other. You must have known something like this would have happened sooner or later." Phil said.
"I was hoping you'd come to your senses, and get back together with her. But I hope this wasn't just about…sex."
"Keely means more to me than that. And I hope I mean more to her than just a fuck, I love her." Phil said.
"That's wonderful," his mother gushed, "But like everything else, I've got to set some rules. You guys know all about safe sex and stuff. I assume you're on the pill?" she asked Keely.
"Well,…I…" Keely stammered.
"We kind of forgot about the whole protection thing, and I don't think she's on the pill."
"Pim why don't you take Little Danny and Calli up and show them your working model of the solar system."
"I don't HAVE a working model of the solar system, that's so second grade anyways." Pim said.
"Well go MAKE one."
"I've got the garlic rolls." Calli said.
"I've got the lasagna." Little Danny said.
"I've got our plates." Pim stated before they all headed upstairs.
"Don't make a huge mess." Barb called after them.
"Um…what I was trying to say is…I don't really see the point in birth control because I can't conceive." Keely said.
"What?" Barb asked.
Phil listened curiously a tale he'd never been told.
"I was born premature and I had some health problems growing up, and the doctors told my mom I'd never be able to have babies of my own. I've always had an irregular to a non existent cycle, and all of that jazz." She explained.
Phil didn't understand half of what she said, but he was certain his mother did. He was more disturbed that he wouldn't be able to have babies with Keely. He realized that he wanted marriage and family with her.
He instinctively slipped his hand into hers.
"I'm okay Phil, I've been living with that truth since I was like five." She said, trying to smile, he knew she wanted marriage and family too.
"I don't have any like diseases or anything; I was tested at the hospital after everything came out with Bryce. I don't have anything so we're cool." She said starting to walk away.
"No, Keels we're not cool." Phil gripped her hand tightly.
"We're not?" she asked.
He could see his mother holding her breath awaiting his next statement.
"I haven't told you that I love you no matter what Keels."
"I love you too Phil, no matter what." She leaned down and kissed him.
His mother was smiling, "I'm glad we got that out in the open. You guys hungry?"
After that days drifted into weeks, Phil was spending less and less time on his computer and more time with Keely. It was difficult to keep the phantom pains he was having in his legs a secret from her, and his renewed determination to regain the use of them.
"Phil, come on open the door…" Keely said standing on the basement steps.
"Just a second," Phil said grimacing and the sharp pain that seemed to go right up to his chest as he wheeled his chair forward.
"What's wrong?" she asked taking in his expression.
"Nothing, my legs hurt a little." He was lying they hurt a lot.
"Maybe we should go to the doctor…" she suggested.
"No, it comes and it goes."
"Why haven't you told anyone?"
"So they can take me to the hospital, and have those idiots dope me up and tell me I'll never walk again. Feeling something means that I might be able to walk again soon." Phil told her.
"I know you're worried but really I'm okay."
"I'm not worried…I'm concerned." Keely said.
"Well, you should be concerned about whether or not I'm getting enough kisses." He said changing the subject.
"Trust me you're getting plenty of those." She smirked.
"I think if I just lay down and hold you I'll feel better." He said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll tell you what if I keep having pains I'll go to the doctor willingly." He told her.
"You will?" she asked.
"I promise." He said, he'd been very good lately taking the right amount of the right meds he hadn't been drinking and he hadn't smoked pot since she moved in.
He was trying to be the guy she needed him to be, which was the guy he wanted to be. They ended up spending the whole evening just lying in bed holding hands and talking softly dozing occasionally. He liked being close to her laying with her, something that he'd hadn't been able to do much before when they were dating.
He was in love and he was with the girl he loved, he realized what she probably knew all along it didn't matter whether or not he had his legs or not, they were together. He discovered that she didn't love him because his legs worked, she'd fallen in love with him, which was something that had never happened to him before. It had taken him some time but he'd figured it out. And they were together, but there was still one more problem.
He wanted to be whole again. He wanted to walk hand in hand with her on the beach, he wanted to carry her to the bed and make love to her. He wanted those things that most men got to do with their women, he wanted all that. And he was going to try his best to make it happen.