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Keely flushed madly, as Phil bit on his fist. He'd already told her how he felt. If he did something crazy in these last days, that would not be a good thing. It wouldn't be great if their last days together were awkward too.
"Sorry," he said, as she giggled a little, which concerned him greatly. However, she wasn't laughing at him. She was just surprised that he actually said that. "I probably… shouldn't have said that."
Keely tried to say, "It's okay, Phil," but was unable to stop herself from laughing nervously.
"I mean… I know that this is awkward enough for you, but… I just wasn't really thinking… I guess I was panicking a little. I mean, I do think that you're beautiful, don't get me wrong, but I know that it's awkward for you, what with your leaving and all…"
Phil's nervous rambling only fueled Keely's laughter more, and she had to dig her fingernails into her arm to stop. "It's okay, Phil," she said, finally.
"I-- really?"
"Yes. I get it. You don't want me to leave… But trust me Phil, what you just said, is in the book that I wrote. I've forgotten more than you'll ever know. Please, I understand..."
"I know, I know…"
"Like I said, I don't want to leave anymore than you want me to."
"But… you never get to see your dad… you deserve it. I shouldn't even really be here." But again, Phil began to think about fate. Unless that's why Dad rented from a used time machine dealer.
Of course this was a load of bull. They obviously weren't destined for each other if she was leaving, he knew.
"Phil… I'm glad you are here." Seemingly reading his mind, she continued, "If your dad didn't rent a used time machine, I never would've met the most wonderful guy I've ever known…"
"You're just saying that," Phil accused.
"I am not!"
"Don't lie, Keely… there is no way I could mean that much to you."
"But you do! You're always right--"
"And I hate always being right," Phil added.
"You've always been there for me… And no matter how many times I've screwed up, you've never given up hope in me."
"Well that's true. Most guys would've stopped trying long ago."
Keely punched him in the arm, and he cried out in "mock" pain. Shaking her head, she walked inside, leaving Phil outside on the porch.
"That one hurt down to my feet," Phil muttered, rubbing the spot where she'd punched him.
Soon enough, the sun had risen, and it was about time to head off to school. Phil elected to drive, and when they arrived, Phil and Keely separated from Pim, heading to their separate lockers.
"I swear if we hurry, we might beat her to the car," Phil said, jokingly.
"That's so cruel!" Keely said, and made to punch him in the same spot as before, but he cowered away.
"Okay, we'll wait for her…" Phil agreed, not wanting to get punched in the arm again.
An awkward silence fell between the two of them, as they tried to ignore the problem facing them both.
"Hey Keely!" an excited female squealed from behind her.
"Hey Tia," Keely said, clearly not matching the enthusiasm bottled up within her brunette friend.
"I can't believe you're still going to school. I would just call in sick."
"Well, Tia, there's this little thing called the 'law'. If you don't follow it, then you get in a lot of trouble. I hear they send you to a place where the only light you see is through thick metal bars."
"Doesn't ring a bell," Tia said, after thinking for a while. "The point is, is that you're crazy for even coming here. I know I would've stayed home or something."
"And done what?"
"Would've been better to stay home. Convince your lover-boy there to stay home too," Tia said, gesturing towards Phil.
Phil laughed a little too loudly at this statement. "Boyfriend!" he cried out. "That's rich! I'm not her boyfriend."
"Yeah, right. And I'm so smart, I'm a child progeny."
"Most kids are," Keely said, rolling her eyes.
"What was that?" Tia asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all…"
The bell sounded, and the teens scurried off to their assorted classes.
Phil didn't meet up with anybody at lunch, but instead drove home quickly, to ready a few things for when Keely left. He used the personal gravitators to enter his room, and took a medium-sized leather-bound book from his closet.
He grabbed a few stuffed envelopes, and exited his room through the window. He ran up to the room he and Keely were sharing, and began to work furiously on the project laid out in front of him, frantically cutting, taping, changing his mind, and ripping stuff out.
Until about ten minutes until the lunch period ended, he worked like this. Then, he shrunk the leather-bound book and placed it in his pillowcase, so nobody would notice a large book concealed in his pillow.
He jumped into the car, and pulled up to the school, with a minute to spare.
Phil waited outside the car for Keely and Pim. Soon enough, the two came around the corner, actually having a conversation that wasn't riddled with the word 'Blondie.'
They hopped into the car, and Phil drove with a passion to Keely's house.
"Where were you at lunch?" Keely asked, as Phil gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"I was, uh, doing one of my other friends a favor," he replied, as Pim laughed.
Keely was curious, and spoke up. "Uh, 'other friends', Phil? I don't care if you don't spend every minute of the day with me, but you don't need to lie to me. Now where were you?"
Phil raised his eyebrows. "That hurt," he said, putting a hand to his heart.
"I just want the truth, Phil," Keely said, as Alex Kapranos and the rest of Franz Ferdinand thundered out of the radio.
Well do ya, do ya, do ya wanna wanna go?
"Fine… I was… working on something," Phil said.
"What was it?"
"With time, you'll see, Miss Teslow," Phil muttered, giving her a smirk. "But I think you'll like it."
"I can't stand you two together," Pim said, from the back seat.
"I can't wait," Keely said, intrigued by Phil's sneakiness.
"Okay, that's it. Where are the sick bags?" Pim asked.
"Relax, Pim," Phil said. "We're already here…"
Keely looked longingly at the home that she would be leaving in a few days. Phil noticed this, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine, Phil."
Lucky, lucky… you're so lucky…. Lucky, lucky… you're so lucky…
They got out of the car, and went inside.
Disclaimer! I don't own Franz Ferdinand's "Do You Want To?" or Phil of the Future, obviously. I know, big shocker, isn't it? I wouldn't have expected it either...
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