A/n: Hey everyone! Again, thanks for all the great reviews, I really appreciate them. I love that last chapter because that has me written all over it. I'm probably one of the most uncoordinated people on the planet. Although, I've never lit anyone's sleeve on fire. Anyway, I think a lot of y'all are really going to like this chapter. Enjoy!
"Wonderful Tonight"
March 24
Perfect. That's the only way I can describe the way tonight went. Absolutely perfect. I made it through the whole date without doing anything lame. No tripping, no knocking anything over, no fires, nothing. Well, that's not entirely true. During dinner, Phil made me laugh so hard I nearly choked on my root beer, but I hardly think that counts.
Anyway, as I put the finishing touches on my hair, Mom stood in my doorway and leaned against the door-frame. "That boy must have it bad for you, Keely," she said.
I turned and looked at her in surprise. "Why's that?"
"Call me crazy, but it seems to me that not every guy would be willing to go on a second date after a girl sets him on fire. Phil must be one special guy."
I smiled. "He sure is."
"Either that or he's considering a career as a firefighter."
I laughed as the doorbell rang. "Well, that's him."
Mom smiled and gave me a hug. "Have a great time tonight, honey."
"'Bye, Mom."
Like last night, Phil was standing there looking fantastic when I opened the door, only this time, I wasn't the least bit nervous. Phil smiled and said, "Ready for round two?"
I grinned and shot back, "If it's anything like round one, the movie theater better have a good sprinkler system."
He just laughed as he held open the car door.
Just like Phil had said last night, we went out for pizza and a movie. As we ate our pizza, we talked about school and our friends, I told him about the new song I'm working on and he told me about Pim's latest exploits. Then Phil really made me laugh with a dead on impression of Mr. Hackett, which is what caused me to choke on my soda.
As we stood in line for movie tickets, Phil held my hand. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly my hand fit into his. I really don't remember much about the movie. I think Sandra Bullock was in it, but I'm not sure, I was much too preoccupied to pay any attention. About fifteen minutes into the movie, Phil put his arm around me. I slid closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. I smiled, it was all so perfect.
At the end of the night, Phil walked me up to my front door and said, "I had a really great time tonight, Keely."
"Me too, Phil. I'm so glad you decided to go out with me again. I was so sure I'd screwed everything up after last night, I was shocked that you wanted to try again. I mean, I just could believe that you'd--"
"Keely..."
"--still go out with me after I lit you on fire and all. I know if I were you, I might not go out with me again, what with me being the complete spaz that I am most of the time. But then I--"
"Keely!"
"What?"
"Would you shut up so I can kiss you?"
"Oh. Right." Before my brain had time to process what he'd said, Phil had pulled me into his arms and was kissing me. After a split second of shock, I, of course, wrapped my arms around him and kissed back.
Kissing Phil was...I can't begin to describe the feeling. My knees were weak, my head was spinning, it was the most incredible thing I've ever felt.
When we finally pulled apart, only one word came to mind. "Ta-dow!"
Phil gave me this huge, goofy grin. "My thoughts exactly."
I couldn't stop smiling. Everything just felt so...right.
"Well, I'd better get going," Phil said. "Good night, Keely."
"Good night, Phil. See you tomorrow."
I watched him walk down the driveway and then headed inside. After I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it, closed my eyes and sighed, the smile still on my face. Perfect. He was perfect. The whole night was perfect.
I've been laying on my bed for the past hour now just staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in my head. All my doubts about how Phil feels about me are gone now. He made it perfectly clear how he feels about me tonight. Tia and Mom were right; the boy has it bad for me. Just as bad as I have it for him.
A/n: Hey, keep up all those good reviews and stay tuned for the next chapter: "I Try to Think About Elvis."
