A/n: Hey, guys! Sorry this chapter took so long to get up. I was a bit preoccupied with about fifty different things these past couple of weeks. Plus, for some reason, this chapter took a little more time to write than previous ones. Anyway, it's up now so have at it!

"I Try to Think About Elvis"

April 3

It's been about a week since my date with Phil and things have been a little awkward between us. Well, not awkward so much as just really mellow. Actually, nothing much has changed, really. We've just been hanging out like always. I mean, he puts his arm around me and holds my hand and stuff but aside from that it's business as usual. We haven't so much as talked about the date. And until this afternoon, we hadn't kissed since that night. It took geometry, of all things, to change that.

This afternoon Phil and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, studying. He was trying for, like, the millionth time to explain geometric proofs to me, but I still wasn't getting it. If you ask me, it's a totally stupid concept. If I know something's true then why do I have to prove it? In real life you don't go around trying to prove known facts. I mean, everyone knows David Duchovny is hot so there's not reason to go around trying to prove it. Seriously, this will never help me in the real world, especially since, you know, I have issues retaining any sort of mathematical concept for longer than five minutes. I try to be an upbeat sort of person so it's very rare for me to say I hate anything but I really hate geometry. I mean really, REALLY hate it with a passion.

Anyway, enough about my disdain for all things mathematic.

There I was, staring at my geometry book, trying to figure out this stupid proof and not getting very far. I tried to concentrate, really I did but I just couldn't with Phil sitting there next to me. I mean, he was sitting RIGHT next to me and even had his hand on my knee as he read his chemistry book. With him sitting there looking so perfect and smelling so good, there was no way I was thinking about geometry, even if I wanted to.

I looked over at him. He was smiling to himself in this really cute way and finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. Like always, I acted before I thinking, but for once in my life it did me some good. If I had thought about what I did next before I did it, I probably wouldn't have done it, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, without thinking about it, I grabbed Phil by the shirt collar and kissed him. I think I took him a little by surprise but after a second or two, he kissed back.

And that was it. That was all it took to kick off our first official make-out session. Needless to say, we didn't get much studying done.

A little while later when Phil said he had to get going, I walked him to the door. As we reached the door, he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "When I told Seth I was studying at my girlfriend's house, he laughed and was all, 'Study, yeah right.' I spent five minutes trying to convince him all we were going to do was homework but I guess he called it."

He laughed again but I was too hung up on one word.

"You called me your girlfriend."

Phil suddenly looked a little nervous. "That's okay, isn't it? I mean, I know we never officially said anything, but I--"

I cut him off. "Phil, it's more than okay."

I leaned in and kissed him. "Alright, now it's official."

He smiled. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll see you tomorrow."

After Phil left, I went back to the living room and my geometry. I had only started at it blankly for a minute or so before I heard Mom come in. "I'm guessing you didn't get much studying done this afternoon," she said, coming in the living room.

I looked at her. "How'd you know?"

"Phil was walking down the driveway as I was pulling in. Unless he normally wears sparkly lip gloss, I'd say there was some kissing going on."

I blushed. "Well, maybe there was a little kissing."

Mom raised her eyebrows at me. "A little?"

"Okay, maybe a lot. But I couldn't help it. You try sitting next to someone that cute and concentrating on math. It's impossible."

She just shook her head and smiled.

I never did finish my geometry homework. It's sitting next to me right now just waiting for me agonize over three pages of proofs, but it's useless. I can't think about math at a time like this. After all, the guy I'm madly in love with officially became my boyfriend today, how could I possibly think about anything else?

I'm hopeless I know.

At this rate, I'll be in high school geometry until I'm forty.

A/n: I know, I know, this chapter was pretty much pure fluff but you liked it, admit it. Oh, my apologies to anyone who might, for reasons beyond me, enjoy math. I suppose math could be important to some people. I'm sure Stephen Hawking is rather fond of it. As you can probably tell, I share Keely's rabid dislike of anything mathematical, but I'm a film major so I'll never have any use for higher math, anyway. When was the last time you hear Ron Howard talk about trigonometry? That's what I thought. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter: "Three Small Words."