CHAPTER THREE: PROMISES
BY: KLMITTON
Today was the day that Phil was going to, again, talk to Keely about dieting. He was really nervous. This seamed mor e of a girl thing to talk about. He was planning on calling Tia and asking her to do it, but if she found out that Phil told Keely she eats a lot, she would kill him. Now that he thought about it, Phil realized you should never tell a girl she eats a lot. As for asking Via to do it for him, she would kill him also. This was something he had to do himself. Phil eat lunch really slow, he was trying to stall going to the Teslows'. Finally, he got up and walked next door to the Teslows' house. Since he pretty much lived there, he went in without knocking.
"Keely! You here?" called out Phil. He walked up the steps to Keely's room. When walking past the bathroom, he heard somebody throwing up in there. He knew Mandy Teslow was at work, so it had to be Keely. Phil opened the door to check and see if she was okay. But what he saw he could tell she was far from okay. Keely Tedow, the girl he loved, was making herself throw up!
"Keely! What the heck are you doing?" cried out Phil.
"Phil!" Keely said with a mix of shock and worry. Phil walked towards Keely and lifted her up. "Ow! Phil, let me go!"
"Keely, do you have any idea how stupid it is to do what you're doing?"
"Don't you go yelling at me! It's all you fault I was throwing up!" yelled a crying Keely.
"My fault? Oh that's right. I grabbed your hand and stuck it down your throat. It's all my fault," Phil yelled back.
"You're the one that called me fat!"
"All I said was you eat a lot!"
"Whatever. Just leave me alone. She ran out the house, Phil running after her.
"Keely, stop!" cried Phil. He held on to her.
"Leave me alone, Phil! Please! Just leave me alone." Keely cried. "Please, Phil."
"Keely, you can't do this to yourself. It's not heal-"
Keely kicked him in the "sensitive area." Phil doubled over. "God, Keely. What was that for?" But Keely just ran down the street. Phil decided to go hime. When he got there he slammed the door shut.
"I take it things went well with Blondie," laughed Pim.
"Shut up, you little brat." Phil stomped up the stairs and started pounding on the his drums.
Lloyd ran into the room. "Phil! Knock it off! You're going to break the drumset. Everything okay, son?"
"Yeah, Dad. Everything's just peachy."
"Great!"
Phil's POV…
How dare she go bellumic and then blame it on me? Keely has no right to blame me. God, she makes me so mad! I threw my drumstick so hard at the wall it broke. "Crap!" I yelled really loud. My momwalked into the room then. "Honey, what's up?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Alright, just try to keep it down."
"Sure, Mom." Once she left, I decided to take a nap. I slept until about 8:30. Downstairs, Pim was watching TV. Surprise surprise. "Hey, Phil. Love the hair. " I looked in the mirror and saw my hair was a mess. "Whatever."
I went to the kitchen to get a spray brownie. Mmm. Spray brownies are the best. Keely laves them.
Keely! I hurries yo my room and called her on my cell.
Keely's POV…
I looked at my cell phone and sighed. Phil was calling. I hesitated answering, but I ended up doing so. "What do you want?" I said rudely.
"How long have you been bellumic?" he demanded.
"Since yesterday."
"Please stop before it's too late. Keels, I really care about you, and I don't want you to hurt you body," begged Phil.
"I'll tell you what. Don't tell anyone what happened, and I promise I'll stop."
"Deal." I hung up without saying good-bye. Back to the very slow, useless diet. Sigh.
