Sadly, I do not own any of Phil of the Future. Boo hoo.
CHAPTER ONE: 115-THE WORST NUMBER EVER
BY: KLMITTON
"God, Keels, you eat a lot!" said Phil as Keely started eating her third PB&J in the past thirty minutes.
"So?" Keely really didn't care what Phil thought. He was just her best friend. It's not like she had to impress him or anything.
"It's a wonder how you fit all that food in your stomach." Phil stated in awe.
"Shut up."
"Cranky!"
"Yeah, whatever. Look, Phil. I'm getting tired. I'm going to bed." Keely yawned.
"It's nine and you're tired?"
"I didn't get much sleep last night. I'll c'ya tomarrow. Okay?"
"Alright, bye." This is weird. Keely runs like the evergizer bunny, Phil thought an the way home.
Keely's POV…
Thank, God he left. Truth is, I wasn't really tired. I just wanted Phil gone. He really hurt my feeling. I mean, he ppracticly called me fat! I never thought I was fat until now. After throwing away the PB&J, I went to my room to look at myself in the mirror. I turned to my side, lifted up my shirt, took a deep breath, and looked at myself in the mirror. I pracicly fainted.
"Oh my God! I am fat!" I hated it! I wanted to die. I never really thought I was fat before. Who knew Phil, of all people, would help me realize I was fat?
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"Hey! I'm home!" called Phil to no one in particular.
"Phil? It's only nine. Honey," Barb sighed. "You and Keely got in a fight, didn't you?"
"Nah, Keely is just tired."
"But it's only nine. That girl runs like the energizer bunny."
"I know. Whatever. I'm gonna go watch TV," sighed Phil.
"Alright. Pim's watching, too, so you'll have to compromise."
"Great," mumbled Phil. He dicided to do something else. He walked up to his room and started playing drums. After a while, he got bored and decided to sleep.
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"Good job, Teslow. You're fat. What a great accomplishment. Now, what arae you gonna do?"
She started to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. Killing the carpet with her heels.
"Oh my God! I'm fat! I'm gonna be singe forever. I'm gonna be Keely Teslow, the cat lady! No one's gonna marry me if I'm fat! Especially not Phil! Ooo! And I really like him! Damn it! I've gotta get thin again. Excersize! Diet!"
Keely took off all her clothes and weighed herself. 115! "Shit!" She wrote it down on a piece of paper and got to doing push-ups. (BTW, she had put her clothes back on.) Then she worked on curl-ups. She did every excerize she could think off. By now she really was tired. She was too tired to climb on to her bed, so the floor is where she slept.
Phil's POV…
I was waiting at my locker for Keely. She comes every morning for a spray doughnut and orange juice. I was watching for her when I saw her. She was looking at the ground. Keel looked up and stopped once she saw me.
I couldn't help but notice how golden her hair looked today. God, she's so hot!
She hesitated coming towards me. She sighed and stepped forward. I love the way she walks.
I smiled and called out to Keely, "Hey, Keels! What's up?" She smiled her beautiful smile back.
"Ehh, not much," she said grabbing a doughnut.
Keely's POV…
My plan was to avoid Phil for calling me fat. But with my luck, I accidently walked to his locker before school. You know what they say. Old habbits die hard. Once I realized where I was walking to I stopped. I thought about it. I decided to forgive Phil. After all, he did help me realize I was fat. That was a favor, not an insult.
I walked up to his locker and took a spray doughnut. I tool a bite and realized, what am I doing? Do you know how fattening a doughnut is? Then I remembered that it was a spray doughnut. Fat free! Boy, was I happy! I took a drink of juice as the bell rang.
"C'mom, we gotta get to class, Keel."
Phil and I started walking down the hall, me with a fat free doughnut in hand.
