A/N: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What was that? That was the sound of a good long stretch performed at the best moment. Don't you love that? Anyway, enough with the stretching; time to open some "fan mail"!
Monderling Moofoot: Let me answer to yours first because it was so LONG! I added Roscoe for a little irony, what with them both being Raviv :D. I don't like him that much either, but he has his own emotions, his own character, that makes him appealing to some others. I'm not sure if it's the exact character as in the movie, but that's only because I haven't seen the movie in so long (and it makes the ficcie interesting my way, anywho).
Rosly? I was thinking Keelscoe...but don't worry about it! Save your relationship-names for when you actually see anything happen!
And how do you know I DON'T like long reviews? Maybe I do! Mwha!
Janine: Everything is Disney when it comes to peoples like us, so don't worry 'bout it!
Abster1: Hey-lo. Hmm, I'm intrigued by your comments...I could use them more than not. Thanks for the help. Your response is most definently going to keep me from screwing myself up more than I already have.
Everyone: Phil's coming in THIS chapter! Gosh, quit your whining :D
"Curtis?" A sleepy Barbara Diffy slugged down the stairs to the kitchen in response to a clash she heard in the night. "I thought you were in the garage."
"Ugha chunga?" A younger voice grunted with question. Mrs. Diffy tilted her head and opened her eyes completely.
"Oh, Phil!" She cried out to the boy. "What are you doing up? It's two in the morning!"
"Um, nothing, Mom. I was...in the neighborhood...of the kitchen...and I was just gonna rustle up some grub and head back upstairs!" He smiled. Barbara looked in question to the knacksap on his back and the Skyak orb and afterburner in his hand. "Oh, yes, I was...gonna go hiking, and you gotta be prepared...to go hiking. Yeah. And...and you gotta wake up early...to get there." He turned around and headed towards the door when his mother grabbed him by the collar, forcing him to turn back around.
"Looks like you were gonna go to San Francisco to meet Keely." Phil looked at her with a guilty expression. "Phil, we all know you miss her. Heck, we miss her, too. But you can't go off at two in the morning to go see her. Now," She smiled at her son. "if you can wait four more hours, then maybe I'll give you the WZRD back." She spoke of the WZRD that had been confiscated from the teenager because he ordered more than he could pay for from QVC.
"Alright." Phil headed up the stairs to his room.
Six o' clock. Birds were chirping, the sun was rising, and Phil Diffy was zooming through the air as fast as could be. Landing in a nearby alley and pocketing the Skyak, Phil made his way towards the campus. Walking at a fast pace, he ran into someone with a lot of baggage.
"Hey man, watch it. Gotta get to the train station before it leaves without me." The other boy cried out.
"Uh, so sorry."
"Where are you rushing to?" The boy stopped to look at Phil.
"I'm visiting my girlfriend here. Do you need help with all that luggage?" Phil tried to offer aid. He picked up a bag and walked with the guy. "What's your name?"
"Roscoe." the boy told him. Phil remembered the name and gritted his teeth. "What's yours?"
"Phil." He muttered. There was a silence looming until Phil broke it. "Do you know Keely?"
"Yeah...you must be Phil Diffy." Roscoe heaved his bags towards the station. They had finally gotten there when Phil spoke up again.
"I want you to stay away from Keely." Phil set down Roscoe's luggage.
"Listen, I got suspended for your 'girlfriend'. I wanted her to be happy, be treated fairly. So I stood up for her, and got suspended. I mean, I don't see you sending her letters, or calling her up." Roscoe shot back.
"You leave her alone." Phil growled.
"She doesn't talk about you much." Roscoe smirked.
"Go, now!"
"I love her." Roscoe raised an eyebrow. "What are you gonna do?"
Phil took a swing at him.
It was an all out brawl. Roscoe took the first punch to the stomach and came back with a jaw busting uppercut. Phil let himself bleed as he jabbed his nemesis three times in sucession, and sent a hit to his face. He missed and punched air as Roscoe punched his left eye. By then, the ticket master had seen the two and sent for security from the school to split them. The three men from Hollangder made Phil and Roscoe separate and sent Phil to the school and Roscoe on the train home after a quick fix of wounds.
"Why were you coming to Hollangder, son?" The dean believed in a nice-guy additude to get kids to loosen up around him and speak.
"I was here to visit someone, sir." He muttered to his feet as someone walked into the office.
"Who would that be, then?" Dean Harding asked.
"Keely Teslow, sir." He said. The girl who had walked into the office tilted her head.
"You're Keely's friend, then?" The girl stepped between the two and faced Phil. "I've heard of you, Phil Diffy." He looked up. "Keely's one of my new best pals!" She said, then turning to the dean. "Daddy, please pardon Phil's actions." Kaleigh batted her eyelashes. "I know exactly why he did what he did. Can I lead him to my and Keely's dorm?"
"Well..." Dean Harding looked baffled. "I guess so, sweetheart." Kaleigh kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you, Daddy." She pulled Phil by the hand up and out of his seat. Running out of the office and to her dormitory, she spoke softly. "You beat up Roscoe." They slowed down a bit.
"Erhm..." Phil hummed. On the contrary, he had hardly put a hand on the beast, compared to what had happened to himself. With a black eye, a bruised shoulder and a jaw that hurt to move, he looked like a professional boxer had taken him aside. Besides that fact, Kaleigh seemed impressed, not at all like Keely, he analyzed on the way to the dorm. Keely would have blown up at him, Keely would have told him to trust her...which she did. Remembering that Keely should be there when they arrived, Phil got the feeling in his stomach that he only gets when he knows he did something horribly, horribly wrong. Upon, opening the door to the room and entering, he saw that no one was there to gasp at his wounds and yell at him.
"Oh, I guess Keely, Chelsea and Dae left for Village Goods for tofu." Kaleigh sounded surprised.
"Shouldn't we go find them?" Phil pointed to the door, which she had closed.
"Oh, no, they'll probably be coming back in a few minutes." She sat on the bed that she and Dae unwillingly shared and removed her jacket, revealing a tight-fitting, partially unbuttoned blouse. "Please, sit."
"...alright." Phil grabbed a chair from what looked like Keely's study desk and sat close to the door. Kaleigh just laughed and came to sit on Keely's bunk, only a few inches from where Phil stayed.
"So, Phil." She said his name with a flare. "What has Keely told you about me?" That made Phil almost laugh out loud. If he was to share the information he had been told by her girlfriend to this person's face, he knew he would immediately get slapped, get sent back to the dean, then have his parents and Keely be told of what happened, get slapped by Kaleigh again (and probably Keely, for not trusting her) and then get sent home and get grounded.
So, of course, he lied.
"Nothing but good." He smiled as best as he could without bursting out in giggles. They both knew it was a lie, however.
"Well, I've only heard of you once. You know, we were up, around midnight, eating Double Rocky Chips ice cream, and talking about guys, and Chelsea mentioned that he saw you and Keely from the train window. Then Keely was saying how much time you two spend together, and how you were so much fun." She lied back with a grin and a sigh. "I wish I could have a boyfriend as nice as you sound. No guy would ever want to go out with a plain Jane like me."
Phil sympathized. "I bet that's not true. There must be dozens of guys who'd like to go out with you."
"Really, Phil?" She pretended. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Truth is, there's this guy that I'd met a while ago that I really want to get to know."
"Who?"
"I feel kind of awkward saying this, but..." She listened to the hardly audible footsteps coming up the hall. "you." Phil opened his mouth to speak as Kaleigh pulled him by the collar into her and stuck her tongue through his lips. As the door opened, she let go of his collar and sustained the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away harshly in front of the three girls' eyes. She smacked him on the cheek and yelled "Bastard!" before rushing out of the room.
Chelsea and Dae were speechless.
Keely was not.
With extreme hurt in her eyes, Keely walked up to Phil. "I thought you loved me."
"But I do! Kaleigh, and she...but..." She put two fingers to Phil's lips, with tears streaming her cheeks.
"Save it." She burned. She stormed out of the room. Dae and Chelsea looked to Phil.
"You guys believe me, right?" Phil pleaded. They looked towards each other, then back at Phil with sorrowful eyes. Phil left the dormitory silently, defeated without words.
You don't know how many times I wanted to put Anneliese instead of Chelsea when I was typing up this entire story. Okay, first off, a gazillion apologizes for typing up two extra stories (mind you, that's three chapters) when I should have been working on this. But I did need something to relax my brain, and since those stories came to me in a natural flash, they led to my not-so-blockiness when it came to writing.
I have no idea where I'm heading with this, so I'm probably gonna type up another story that I had just now thought of and laid out.
Mucho apologectos (okay, I'm a French buff, not a master of Spanish).
And, yes, I know. This chapter bites. But don't just complain in your mind. TELL ME HOW IT SUCKS!
Teej.
Pe-ess, about Starry Night...I DO know that an epilogue is usually shorter than the other story. And I do know (now) that it's hard to ever imagine Keely (Little Miss Sunshine, as Pim would say) drinking, but it tied into the story (kinda) by making her realize that Phil wants her to be happy and not ruin her life. And Phil did say that if he had told her he had to leave, things would be too awkward between them. He (my doings, sorry) saw what happened with the milk engine incident, and he didn't want that.
He's a romantic, what can you say? Anywho, Keely found inner peace, she's not mad, yadda yadda.
NOW it's bye.
T.J.
Pe-ess...
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No, I'm just teasin'.
Teej.