Hey, my lovelies. I would love to keep writing my story until my fingers slowly rot, but then (A) you wouldn't be able to read any future (there's that pun again!) stories from me, and (B), I need to watch Lost, so this'll probably be my last chappie for tonight. Then tomorrow at school, I'll think, "Hm. What could I do for the next chapter?"

the real Violet Parr- Hooray! So you're NOT a HemoPheelyac! That's cool that you weren't so totally offended. I guess I'm writing this better than I thought. I haven't received any non Pheely related complaints!

Oh, by the way, GoldCatMaster, I was reading your profile, and I agree with you. There has to be life out there in the universe. I think that the most obvious sign that there is intelligent life out there is that they haven't come here. ;)

Phil showed up at the Teslow house (to hang out with Keely) at about noon.

"Philly-Willy!" she said, when he walked in. "So… how did the big date go?"

Phil smiled. "It went well. We're going out again tonight."

"Kewlious." (A/N: Three Cheers to evilhappybunyalym22 for that phrase.) "Come on up," Keely added.

They walked into her room, and Phil heard water running. "Is there a leak or something?" he asked, looking around.

"No. My sister's using my shower since the one in the hall needs to get a new showerhead…"

Phil pushed the thought of Bonnie taking a shower out of his mind as quickly as possible. "I didn't know you had your own shower… anyway, I was thinking maybe tomorrow afternoon we could go bowling with Via, Seth, Owen, and Tia…"

"That'd rock," Keely said, after wondering if she was doing anything on Sunday… aside from returning Tia's car, which was at the shop at that moment. As another thought came to her mind, she piped up. "Hey, Phil, I saw somebody that looked freakishly like you on the Disney Channel yesterday. It was in the movie Pixel Perfect… He played Roscoe… Ricky something…"

"I think you need to lie down, Keel," Phil said.

"No! He looked so much like you!" Keely protested.

The door to Keely's bathroom opened, and a towel-wearing Bonnie stepped out. Phil's jaw nearly dropped. "Keely… where's your damn hairdryer?"

"Oh… Mom stole it. I'll get it…"

Bonnie stepped back into the bathroom, and closed a different set of doors, these doors leaving space both at the bottom and top to see past, so Phil could see the towel drop around her feet a few seconds later. "Oh, boy…" he muttered. He eventually forced himself to look away, somehow.

Keely came back in a few seconds later, and held the hairdryer over the top opening of the doors. Later, Bonnie came back out (FULLY CLOTHED), and said to Phil, "I'll see you later, 'kay?" Phil nodded.

"What does it usually smell like after she gets out of the shower?" Phil wondered.

"Uh," Keely said, "what kind of question is that?"

Phil widened his eyes. "I said that out loud?" Keely nodded. "What? I was just curious…"

"Pretty weird thing to be curious about…"

"It's not like I…" Phil thought for a particularly strange example. "…find an attraction to her feet!" (Anybody watch Family Guy here? If so, you'll get that reference, what with Quagmire…)

"Whatever, Phil."

"I'm just saying that you're going to have to accept that we're going out!"

"I can accept that! Phil, it's cool that you like my sister, but could you at least talk to me when we hang out? Because if you want to only talk about Bonnie, I'm not sure I wanna hang out with you…"

For a reason unknown to either of them, Phil snapped at her. "If you don't like me talking about your sister, then maybe we shouldn't hang out!"

"Fine! I don't need your friends! I've got my own!" Keely shouted at him, standing up.

Phil stood up as well… though, it wasn't really that intimidating, considering that Keely was about three inches taller than him at the moment. He looked into her eyes. "Fine. I'll leave."

"Then go!"

Phil walked out of their house, pausing a bit at the doorway…then continuing to his house.

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