A/N: I decided to squeeze in another chapter between the two I wrote the other day. So this is the new chapter two, or, its "in-production" title, chapter 1.5. Enjoy! I don't know whose homerooms they're in or even if Keely's in Tia's or Phil's in Seth's, so just ignore that. In addition, I don't know Seth or Tia very well, so pardon me if they're out of character! The double dashes separate the same occurrences in different homerooms and the rulers separate different characters' experiences of them (see A/N at end). -- Alright, I give up. The rulers show in document preview but not in the actual story. So, just pretend they're there. The four aren't in the same homeroom. I will eventually fix this (if someone helps me!)

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Keely dropped her books down onto a desk next to Tia, after spending about five seconds in the hall applying her lipgloss again, as the last of it that was left was currently on Phil's face. The brunette looked her friend up and down before leaning in as Keely sat in the chair attached to the desk.

"I saw that!" Tia informed her friend in a hushed whisper.

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Phil walked into the room, a red mark on his cheek from trying to rub the lipgloss off. All he had accomplished, if anything, was smearing the red glittery stuff around on his face. He had had to duck into the restroom to get some soap and wash it off, making him slightly late to homeroom. However, his teacher didn't seem to care, and he slid gratefully into a seat next to Seth. The algebra nerd immediately cuffed his arm a little too hard, and Phil uttered a barely audible "ow!"

"Sorry," Seth apologized. "I need to work on my friendly punches."

"No kidding," Phil murmured through clenched teeth. "That hurt."

The curly-haired kid just grinned and lightly prodded Phil again. "In any case, I saw that!"

Playing dumb, the blonde shrugged and crinkled her forehead. "Saw what?"

With an irritated sigh, Tia grinned and shook her friend's shoulder. "Saw you kiss him!"

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Phil's shoulders slumped forward as he closed his eyes, resting his head on his desk. "Saw what, Seth?"

With a weird laugh, the lanky teen stared at his friend. "I saw her kiss you!"

Keely's eyes opened wide for a second as she looked around the room and out the door. Indeed, there was a perfect view of Phil's locker from the doorframe. No hint of annoyance showed in her voice as she blinked, her eyes' trek around the room hidden again. "Who, pray tell, are you talking about?" she denied.

"Phil, you headcase. I saw that smooch!" Tia divulged, her voice still low.

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Now really irritated, Phil made a confused face, while sneaking a look through the door. Indeed, the spot where the two parted was very visible. "Seth, please. Stop joking around. Nobody kissed me, or at least that I know of," he pledged, utterly annoyed.

"Phil, come on! I saw Keely give you a smackaroo on the cheek, and look, your face is even red!" Seth blurted, though it was in a soft voice and no one heard him, except for Phil, who would rather not have.

"WHAT SMOOCH?" Keely yelled at the top of her lungs, gaining several looks from the students, both interested and aggravated. Quickly she thrust a hand up into the air. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," she muttered, her eyes on the ground. "What smooch?" she said more quietly.

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Phil lifted his head off his desk, moved it close to Seth's face, and narrowed his eyes. For effect, he grabbed Seth's collar and yanked him even closer. "What smackaroo?" he denied in a very angered voice.

Exasperated, Tia reprimanded her friend. "Where did you leave your brains this morning, Keely? I saw you kiss Phil on the cheek with my very own eyes."

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"Dude, how much sleep did you get last night? I saw her kiss you with my own two eyes!" Seth was obviously quite overworked about this, as he bounced up and down in his chair.

"I did no such thing," disclaimed Keely in a forced whisper. Tia just leaned back against her chair and chuckled to herself, while Keely folded her arms and shot furious looks at anyone whose eyes journeyed beyond her hair to her face.

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Phil, however, was not as pleased. He just put his head back down on his desk and closed his eyes again. "Keely did no such thing," he spat fiercely.

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A/N: Originally it was in the format of each character's own experience by itself, but I changed it to be like this because if it were an actual TV airing, this is how it would happen – one thing would happen in Keely's HR, then switch to the same thing in Phil's. The last two, with "I/Keely did no such thing," would each take half of the screen and go at the same time. I just think it's more authentic like this – sorry if it's jumpy-aroundy. For some reason I love to write things as if someone would actually produce them. For instance I think this would make an OK show finale.

I know it seems weird – they are very fiercely denying and I don't think it's like either of them to do that in this situation – but I like it better this way.

NOW REVIEW – NO FLAMES, and those spiffy Pheely Phluff Phan pillows to those of you who review.