Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Okay, my pretties, I decided to be somewhat nice, which I usually don't do. And so, I have reversed the order of chapters 3 and 4 (originally 4 and 3 respectively… wait, I'm confused…). Regardless, I so wanted to put this as chappie four and keep you guys in suspense as long as humanly possible, but I didn't have the guts to do it. I decided to be nice, 'cuz that's the kinda guy I wish I was. Well, my peeps, welcome to chapter three, entitled "Crazy Little Thing Called Love."

"Uh, come on in," Bonnie said, smiling.

"Is, uh, your sister upstairs?" Phil asked, returning her smile.

"Yeah. You can head on up there," she added. Phil thanked her, and walked up the stairs to Keely's room, grinning all the way. He decided to knock first.

"Come on in," Keely called. Phil entered. "Hey Phil," she greeted. "'Sup?"

"Nothing. Just decided to come over here, because I was bored."

Keely looked thoroughly offended. "You're bored, so you come over to my house? Is that what I am to you?"

"No," Phil explained hurriedly, "that's not what I meant!"

Keely smiled. "Relax, Phil. I was just messing with your mind." Phil breathed a sigh of relief. He hated, I mean hated when Keely was mad at him.

"So, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing. I read that there's supposed to be an aurora in Alaska tomorrow, so maybe we could go SkyAk up--"

"What?" Phil turned around, and saw Bonnie standing in the doorway with a questioning look on her face.

"Keely… are you done with my Stellastarr CD yet?" Keely nodded (though Phil was somewhat distracted), and handed her the CD. "Thanks…" she said, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Regardless, she walked away.

"Phil…" Keely began.

"What?"

"How many times must I tell you to close the door behind you?"

"Sorry… I forgot. Can you forgive me?" he asked, giving her the most pathetic look he possibly could.

"…Fine. But I'm trying to keep your secret, and you're leaving doors open for people to hear you're…" Keely didn't want to say it, in case somebody else decided to barge in at that moment.

"Relax, Keel. Nobody's going to find out."

"Let's hope."

Phil and Keely were talking in the living room, Phil lying on the ground with his feet resting on the couch, and Keely sitting up, propped next to his feet. Keely's mom had gone to sleep already.

"So, Philly-Willy," Keely teased, "do you have a girlfriend?"

"Keely, you know I'd tell you if I had a girlfriend…" Phil muttered.

"Do you have a crush on somebody?"

"Mebe…" Phil muttered.

Keely gasped. "Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme!"

Phil sighed. "I don't know, Keely. I mean… it's not really like she'd go out with me. It's like… when you want…" Phil tried to think of an example Keely would understand. "…a really expensive pair of shoes-"

"Like Prodda?" Keely asked, thoroughly excited at the mention of footwear (I'm reasonably sure I spelled that wrong.)

"Exactly. But you know you can't afford it… but you really want 'em. You know what I'm saying?"

Keely nodded. "So you're saying it isn't important enough to tell me?"

"Exactly." Keely nodded. Still… she only wanted Phil happy. She could've tried to give him the hookup… if it was somebody else, that is.

"What about you, Tessie?" Phil asked.

Keely just smiled mysteriously. Then her smile faltered. "I forgot to fix that scratch…" she muttered. "You have to help me with that!"

Phil had entirely forgotten about Tia's abused car. "We'll just… call some auto shop in the morning… They're probably all closed by now…"

Bonnie, who was descending the staircase, asked, "So Tia's car got scratched up?"

"Paint got chipped off," Keely said, as Phil looked at Bonnie.

Bonnie smirked. "You guys… need connections." She went back upstairs, forgetting why she had came down in the first place. Phil, however, figured that she might be just what they need, and went upstairs after her, telling Keely he'd be gone for a minute.

He knocked on her door, and she told him to come in. "What connections were you talking about?" Phil asked.

"I know a guy who could fix up that scratch like that," Bonnie said, snapping her fingers.

"Really? Could he? Could you get him to do it?"

"Yeah. On one condition…"

"Sure. How much?"

Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. "No. I mean… you have to go on a date. With me."

A/N- GASP! Well, be sure to stay tuned for my next chappie, entitled "The Burden." Read and review! You know the procedure. ...sorry, the real Violet Parr... but don't hate me because I'm not a HemoPheelyac. I like the whole concept of Pheely, but... not a HemoPheelyac. It seems people like the title of this story. I'm glad. That makes me smile.