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She looks into my eyes and I'm alive again

And when she says goodbye, I just die again

That's when my restlessness begins

Please don't let it win

I'm so tired again

But underneath the haze

One thing still remains the same

Phil's POV

"Hey," a voice drifted into my thoughts as I leaned up against my locker. Amazing how that one voice, a single word, can wake me up more than a cup of 100 Kona coffee.

"Hey yourself," I smile back lethargically, letting the effects of Keely-feine seep in. "Math test, two hours."

"Sentences put logically can together?" she teased me.

"Hey, I'm running on three hours of sleep right now," I mumbled. "Just keep talking."

"Okay," she said, unsure, and kept talking. "I wasn't really sure what to wear this morning…"

"Oh, I think I hear the bell," I quipped, awakened by the topic of fashion. Not in a good way. Just enough to get me out of that sit-cheea-shun.

Keely laughed, pushed me a little bit, and walked down the hall to her own advisory. "Wow," I shook my head at the blonde waves that tumbled oh-so-Niagra-fallsy down her back.

She's the only love I've known

And now she's gone away

She the light that brought me to the edge

Will I ever love again?

"Wow is right," I heard a voice behind me.

"O-dawg," I mumbled. Somehow he milked the Keely-feine right out of me. "What up, man?"

"Well, Phillycheesesteak," he replied, slurring the stupid nickname together into one even stupider word, "I think I'm gonna ask Keely out."

"I'm sorry?" I said, thinking I'd misheard him.

He pointed down the hall and spoke slowly. "Owen – me – ask Keely to tree-lighting ceremony."

"What?" I closed my eyes and shook my head groggily, a cheese-steak fog consuming my brain functions. "Why would you do that?"

"She's a hottie," he said.

Well, that woke me up. "What did you just call her?"

Owen rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm asking her, what can you do about it?" He turned and chased her down the hall. "Keely! Wait!"

She walked into my life and my world was still

She reached into my soul and all my doubts were killed

That's when my loneliness subsided

She gave me the will,

I could fight it

But nothing can erase the one thing that remains the same

Keely's POV

"Hey, Keely," a breathless Owen dashed up next to me.

"Hey, Owen," I said with an uneasy smile. "What's up?"

"Wannagotreelightcermonywime?" A long string of incorrigibly Owen-slurred trademark phrases streamed out.

"What?"

"Why is everyone having such a problem with this?" he looked up, rolling his eyes. "Do you, Keely, want to go to the tree lighting ceremony with me, Owen?" He made little hand motions, like pointing to me for "Keely," himself for "Owen," and making a triangle with his arms for "tree."

"Um," I looked down the hall at Phil. He was leaning against a poster of Hackett, slumped over and snoring. "Why not, I guess?"

She's the only love I've known

And now she's gone away

She the light that brought me to the edge

Will I ever love again?

Phil's POV

I got home after school, still tired from my lack of sleep. I tried to call Keely but she wasn't home. A quick glance at the clock told me where she was – the ceremony. Or at least, readying for it. God knows it'd take her hours to get ready.

I looked down the street from my window – I could see Keely's house easily. Her mother's lawn ornaments were decorated with Christmas lights, and white icicle strings of lights dangled from the roof. Owen's car, a bright red convertible number, was stationed in her driveway.

I don't know how long I stood there. Must have been a while, because Keely and Owen finally came out of the house. His arm was around her waist, and hers around his shoulder. Dammit. She was supposed to be mine…

So just tell me what I should do

I left everything for you

And I can't hardly breathe

'Cause I know I lost you from my world

From my...

Keely's POV

Owen put his hand around my waist, and picked up my arm, wrapping it around his shoulders. That was a little uncomfortable, but I dealt with it down the drive until we climbed into his car. "Wow, when you get inside, you're still outside! Cool!"

He looked at me from the driver's seat, a curl of blonde hair dangling over his forehead. I smiled, despite myself. "So… who's the Christmas princess this year?" he asked me.

"Some random little girl," I answered, leaning into my seat. My very little red sparkly dress was hardly warm, and I snuggled up into the seat to get warmer.

"I have a blanket in the back if you want," Owen offered. I nodded my thanks and he got onto the highway.

She's the only love I've known

And now she's gone away

She the light that brought me to the edge

Will I ever love again?

Phil's POV

I watched his car pull away from the house and take off down the road. Every sparkle in her dress was imprinted in my head. I retreated to the couch, closing my eyes.