"Well, I better get going." Keely said. Debbie had already left after dessert. Pim ran around the house screaming with joy. Everyone was at the door, saying goodbye to Keely. Phil went and gave Keely a hug, Keely closed her eyes and hugged him back. Mrs. Diffy opened the door.
"Uh, Keely? I don't think you're going home." Phil said looking out the glass door.
"Hum? Why?" She opened her eyes, let go of Phil and turned around. She raised her eyebrows.
"You're snowed in." Phil said. Snow was piled up against the door.
Mr. Diffy looked out over top of the snow.
"Yep, it's snowing really hard out there." He said. They all went to different windows and looked outside. All they could see was a blanket of white.
"Dad, look at that telephone pole." Phil pointed out the window. The pole was almost down. The snow was too much weight. They both watched it slowly fall until it hit the ground. The house went dark.
"Great, the power's out." Mr. Diffy said.
Mr. Diffy felt his way around the house and found flashlights. He gave them out.
"Well, Keely. Looks like you're spending the night. Do you have a cell phone?" Mrs. Diffy asked.
"Yeah, I can call my mom on it and let her know." Keely took out phone and dialed her number.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah, Bye." Keely got off the phone.
"Okay, she knows." Keely said.
"Okay, you can stay in the guest room and, well, I guess you can borrow a pair of Phil's lounging pants and a t-shirt to sleep in." Mrs. Diffy said.
Keely shivered.
"It is getting cold fast in here." Mrs. Diffy said.
"No, I'm sure it's fine. I just get cold really easily." Keely explained.
"I'll make sure you have some good blankets. We can't keep the fire going while no one is here."
Everyone got ready for bed. They all had their flashlights. Keely went into the bathroom to change. She got a pair of Phil's blue and green plaid lounging pants and a gray t-shirt. It actually didn't fit her that bad. Keely came out and went into Phil's room. Phil was putting his clothes away. Keely collapsed on Phil's bed. Phil turned around and shined his light on Keely and Keely sat up.
"What a fashion statement." Phil said grinning.
Keely got up and walked over to Phil.
"Why thank you Phil." She said and ruffled his hair lightheartedly.
"Night Phil." She said.
"Night Keels." He replied. Keely walked out.
Phil got into bed. It took him a while to get snug because there was no heat. It was so cold in his room.
Two hours pasted…Keely was piling on the covers in attempt to get warm.
"I wonder." She said to herself. She got out of bed and grabbed her flashlight. She went downstairs and got some wood. She stuffed it in the fireplace. The fire took a long time to get going. She turned off her flashlight. The light from the fire was enough to see the whole room. She shivered and rubbed her arms to get warm from the heat.
She heard the squeak of a floorboard. She whipped around. Phil was standing there in gray and red lounging pants and…no shirt? He turned off his flashlight.
"Why are you down here? And Why don't you have shirt on?" Keely asked. Phil walked over and sat down right next to her.
"I heard something, well, you I guess. I heard something down here so I came to check it out. And my shirt was all itchy. I'm guessing Pim put itching powder in it." He explained.
"Why are you down here?" He looked at her a bit concerned.
"I was cold so I thought I would come down and make a fire. I didn't think I woke anyone, I'm sorry. I'll put it out." Keely twisted around to get up. Her back was facing towards Phil.
"Keely wait." Phil put his hand on her shoulder. Keely bent her head a little and looked at Phil's hand out of the corner of her eye.
"It is cold. Let the fire burn." He said quietly. He put his other hand on Keely's other shoulder and rubbed her arms.
Phil pulled on her shoulders lightly to tell her to lie down. Keely was skittish and shy. She was like a deer in headlights. She started to breathe heavily. She didn't really know what to do. She has never been in this position with Phil before. But she gave into the pull and slowly leaned back on Phil's chest.
"Shhh, calm down." Phil whispered.
Keely watched as Phil draped his arms across her stomach.
She slowly tilted her head upwards and looked up at Phil. Her face was sort of blank. It look as though it stated the question, Why are you doing this? Her expression was almost like a puppy's. Phil looked down at her.
She tilted her head back down and looked at Phil's arms around her stomach. She thought for a moment. Her breathing began to calm down. She gradually laid her hands on Phil's. She turned her head to the right side and leaned it against Phil's torso.