Just like he said, Phil showed up at Keely's house 6 on the dot. He stood on the doorstep in his tux, clutching some flowers he bought for Keely. Light yellow and pink roses. He rang the doorbell and Mrs. Teslow opened it up and invited him in.

"Phil, you look absolutely adorable" Mrs. Teslow commented.

"Uh, thanks Mrs. Teslow. Why is there a limo out there?"

"Oh, that's your ride. Keely! Phil's here!" She yelled.

"She'll be right down Phil. Make yourself at home." Mrs. Teslow left him. He watched her go into the kitchen.

"Phil!" He looked up at the top of the stairs to see Keely waving at him. His mind went blank. He had to try so hard not to let his jaw drop. Keely was wearing a long, light purple dress that on the left side cut off and slanted down to the right. It sparkled in the light. Her hair was pinned up in a elegant manner. Her smile was bright. She stopped in front of Phil. He was just stunned.

"Wow, Keely. You look…amazing." Keely blushed and smiled.

"Thanks Phil. You're looking extraordinarily striking yourself."

Phil put out his arm.

"Shall we go then?" He asked.

They linked arms and headed out of the door and to the limo.

By the time they got there…so many cars and limos were lined up to get in. And Phil and Keely didn't feel like waiting in the huge line.

"Man that's a big line. We should just get dropped off here and walk across the street." Keely suggested.

"Yeah, that's sounds good." Phil replied. They were kids. They didn't care about walking a minute.

"Um, driver? Can you let us out here? Thanks." Keely said. Phil helped Keely out of the limo.

"So, exactly what is this thing?" Phil asked.

They started to cross the street.

"Well, it's the Happy Christmas Pickford Ball 2005. Only long time residents of Pickford get invites." She explained.

"KEELY!"

She turned and all she saw was flashing high beams and then the sound of the horn came into hearing range. Keely was frozen. The next thing she felt after her fear was Phil's arms grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close to him on the sidewalk. The car went honking by. She buried her face in Phil's chest.

"Oh my God." She muffled.

"I can't believe I just did that." She added.

"It wasn't your fault Keels. That guy didn't even have his lights ON until you were in the road and then he all of a sudden started flashing them." Phil calmed her.

He put his hands around her back and on the back of her head and held her close. They stood there for a minute. Keely looked up.

"Phil." She said.

Phil looked down at her.

"You basically just saved my life." She continued.

"Well, I wasn't about to let you get squashed. I mean, just think Keely. That would have been crazy. I mean, it would have messed your hair up and the car could have gotten messed up and I would have wound up going alone to the ball. I can't show up alone Keely. That would be really bad for my rep." Phil smiled at her.

"Rat." She smiled. There was an awkward moment when they both realized their bodies were still touching. They quickly separated. Phil cleared his throat.

"So, NOW shall we go to the ball Madame?" Phil put his arm out once again.

"NOW, we shall quite go Sir." They laughed.

As they crossed the street, Keely held on to Phil tight.

They walked into the front doors of the ball. The colors of red, blue, green and white filled the room with banners, streamers and ribbons.

Oh boy did they have fun through out the dance. They talked and ate the fabulous foods. It was nearing the end of the ball. The crowds were thinning. The very last slow song of the celebration was beginning. Phil and Keely were sitting down at their table talking. But then Phil got and went over to Keely… He put his hand out.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked in a very professional matter.

Keely smiled.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance?" She reminded him.

"Yeah well, it is a ball and I can't let you sit there all night." He said.

He took her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor.

"Maybe you should put on steel toed boots first." Phil suggested.

Keely laughed. She loved it when he made her laugh.

Half way into the song, Keely looked up at Phil. He smiled at her. He looked into her crystal clear, ocean blue eyes. She smiled back and stared into his rich chocolate eyes. Keely laid her head on Phil's shoulders and wrapped her arms around Phil's chest. She closed her eyes and focused on the warmth from Phil's body and the music bringing them together. Phil leaned his head against hers and closed his eyes.

"You know what Phil?" She whispered.

"What?" He replied quietly.

"For a guy who said he couldn't dance…you're a pretty good dancer."