A/N: That last song, "She's" is by Ryan Cabrera. This song, "What is this Feeling?" is from Wicked. I fell in love with the musical recently. So here's only a part of the song, so it fits better. You can find the whole song lyrics online if you want.

Be234therz: Philly-cheese-steak is from Mummy's Boy :)

Britishbabi: Thanks! It's probably because I write the story around the lyrics…haha… -blush- I am so flattered though.

Lucky-starz: The suspense is killing me too lol ;-)

Emma: Thanks ;-)

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What is This Feeling?

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What is this feeling?

So sudden and new?

I felt it the moment

I laid eyes on you

Keely's POV

Owen walked me to my place as past Christmas princess. I looked up at him, in his full tux, his hair gelled in place, ready for an incoming tornado if need be.

Of course, that was hypocritical of me. My hair was sprayed, ready for a Category 5 hurricane, all wind-and-waterproofed. Every curl was in its exact place, all the way down my back. I caught Owen admiring my long hair.

"I'm glad you grew your hair out," he flattered. "It looks amazing."

Despite myself, I could feel my cheeks burning red underneath the foundation and powder I'd piled on for my debut as 2003's princess. Good thinking, I praised myself.

My pulse is rushing:

My head is reeling:

My face is flushing:

He walked down to sit in the front row as I stood between Mr. Hackett and his niece in my proper place. Something overtook me as I caught his gaze. I felt my cheeks flushing again. Why does that keep happening? I wondered.

I was so distracted that when they passed the Yuletide Star down the row of past prince(sse)s, that irritating niece of Mr. Hackett's elbowed me in the side to get me to pay attention. Her stupid sequin caught on the already snagged seam of my dress and pulled it out farther. I shot her a glare as I handed the precious Star to Hackett.

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame,

Does it have a name?

Yes!

The ceremony was over soon enough, the cute little princess saying her speech thingy, lighting the tree, blah blah blah. Owen came to meet me and put his arm around my waist again. Again I ignored it, and he walked me past the cider table. We picked up our little Dixie cups of cider, brewed fresh by the Pickford Apples' Society (Down With Tomatoes), or PASDWT for short. The Pickford Tomatoes Group (Apples Suck), or PTGAS, had little rival bowls of tomato soup. They were disappearing at equal speeds, despite the women hawking their cider or their soup. I bypassed the soup, because it had some weird herb in it that gave me hives last year, but Owen picked some up too.

"You look fabulous," he breathed as we sat down to eat and drink.

"Um, you look, um, um," I said, leaving my sentence unfinished.

"You are 'um,'" he laughed. Sounds like something Phil would say, I felt myself thinking.

He scooted closer to me and all of a sudden his face was on top of mine and, well, he was trying to kiss me.

Now I know what that feeling is! I thought while keeping my mouth tightly closed.

Loathing

Unadulterated loathing

For your face

Your voice

Your clothing

Let's just say - I loathe it all

Quickly and without much thought, I made a fist and slammed it up into his stomach. He fell back and barfed into the grass. "Ew," I mumbled before someone else showed up behind me.

Every little trait, however small

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

With simple utter loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation

It's so pure and strong!

Phil's POV

"That bastard," I whispered in Keely's ear.

She spun around. "You sure look astonished to see me," I complained.

"Well…"

"It was Owen," I explained. "When I saw his hand around your waist I knew he was going to try something tonight."

Keely toyed with me for a moment. "How did you know that I wasn't going to let him? What if you'd showed up and…"

I made an X with my fingers. "You're not stupid," I chuckled. "You're definitely not stupid, seeing as how he is currently smothering a tux, rented, no doubt, in his own… Technicolor burp."

Keely put her hands up to her cheeks. "Ew, Phil! But yes, I did use that move you taught me."

"Glad to see it was useful," I smiled. I opened my mouth to say something else practical, but I was stopped as she hugged me, surprising me kind of like she did a year ago on Christmas Eve.

"Thanks for having my back," she said in my ear as her head was on my shoulder. She let go, although I wished she hadn't, and we walked back to my car, a good ol' SUV parked next to Owen's convertible.

Though I do admit it came on fast

Still I do believe that it can last

And I will be loathing

Loathing you

My whole life long!