Grazie for the reviews.
moofoot- Hey… Heheh… glad you agree with my analysis of the Golden Globe. ;) Yeah… I guess I'm kind of a Pheely fan… not a Pheely Phan, and definitely not a HemoPheelyac, but… I dunno. I like writing different stuff… some stuff that is more depressing than others… And, to be honest, I just made up her little Fashion Zombies' names. Fedella, meaning faithful, Marcella, meaning young warrior, and Benita, meaning good person. Heh… good person.
Pathos- Yeah, I don't know exactly what triggered my manic-depressive mood… too much sad music, I guess. But I'm really attached to sad songs…
PheelyPhan- Senior is 12, which makes Pim 10th grade… forty more till fiftieth grade, hehheh…
Phil walked into the Video Productions lab to see his girlfriend of four months splicing a few clips for the next broadcast.
"Hey, Philly-Willy," she said, as he walked up beside her.
"Hey, Kookaburra," he replied, placing his hands on her shoulders. "How many times must we go over the fact that 'Philly-Willy' is off the table?"
"Until it sticks," Keely replied, smirking.
"Well that's gonna take a long time… Anyway. I was wondering if you'd maybe want to do something this weekend with me…"
Keely sighed. "Sorry, Phil…It's just that… I promised that I'd go to the mall with Via on Saturday…"
"Okay. So, you're gone all day Saturday…"
"And I have to write a report for Psychology, and I have a huge exam in American Government coming up… I really should study for that…"
"Okay," Phil said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Phil," she apologized.
"No, it's okay… I mean, you can't help that your teachers are enslaving us all… and fashion is very important…"
Keely spun around in her chair and smiled. "Thanks, Phil," she said, standing up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked, smiling.
"For understanding," she replied. "I mean… I wish I could go out with you… I mean I know we haven't been out in--"
"Two-and-a-half weeks," Phil said, involuntarily.
"--but… I've just had a lot to do lately."
"Don't worry about it, Keely," he reassured her, flashing a quirky smile. She smiled back, and returned to her computer. He sighed, and left her to her work.
Phil didn't feel much like going off-campus for lunch that day, so decided to look for Owen. Eventually, he spotted him in the courtyard, talking to a couple girls, who Phil recognized from his English class. As he watched, the girls appeared to laugh at something, and walk away, shaking their heads at something.
"That's alright," Owen called out, as Phil came up to him. "You don't know what you're missing!"
"Ah… you'll get 'em someday," Phil reassured him.
"Yeah," Owen agreed. "I have been working at Via pretty hard for the past few weeks, and I think I'm wearing down her reserve. I mean, how could she resist this?"
"It's hard," Phil said, coughing into his hand to hide his laughter.
"But enough about me for now… how's the Great Romance of the twenty-first century going?"
"Not so great… We haven't been out on a date in the past two-and-a-half weeks… and that was just going over to her house to hang out for a while…"
"Well that doesn't sound good," Owen muttered.
"It doesn't?"
"No. You're lucky you are going out with Keely. Most girls would just start cheating on you. Keely doesn't seem the type to do that… but it does seem like she might be breaking up with you…"
"What?" Phil half-shouted.
"Yeah. It happens a lot… The girl starts hanging out with you less and less, and eventually, she just stops seeing you altogether. Your time together just gets less and less, until…" Owen made a popping noise. "It's gone completely."
"What do I do?"
"I don't know… but I'd do it fast, before she gets away from you."
It had never occurred to Phil that Keely's constantly decreasing amount of time spent with him could be a warning sign that she wanted out of their relationship. He'd been so trustworthy… but now he wasn't sure how much time was left… two weeks? One? Maybe even less?
No… this wasn't good at all…
Something must be done.
Uh… review! I know these chappies are short, but... review!
