A/N: That last chapter was so short I decided to just go ahead and write another. Ta-da. This is "The Tide is High (Get the Feeling)" by Atomic Kitten. A lot of the songs in this fanfic are from the Lizzie McG Movie soundtrack, by the way.

Thanks to everyone from POTF Islands and RUS who read this ;-)

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The Tide is High

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The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

I'm not the kinda girl

Who gives up just like that Oh no

Keely's POV

I can't wait until school is out.

I think Phil took a leaf out of my book, because I noticed that his hair's a lot longer than it used to be, quite shaggy in fact. During class, since it's the week before Christmas break and no teachers really teach anything useful anymore (since finals are over already), I stick my hand forward, if I'm sitting behind him, and run it through his long hair. He uses conditioner, that's obvious. I can tell because it's silky. He doesn't use too much, because it's not sticky, heavy, or dull. He even blow-dries it – there are few frizzies sticking up from his part.

He does the same thing to me if he's behind me, taking a lock of my hair and running it between his thumb and forefinger until he's straightened it. The first couple times he did it I reprimanded him, but I've grown to love it.

It's not the things you do

To try and hurt me so

But it's the way you do the things

You do for me

I'm not the kinda girl

Who gives up just like that

Oh no

Unfortunately, I'm not the only girl who's noticed Phil's newfound hot head of hair. I catch girls staring at his head all the time, and one time I even found Lia, this new girl, trying to steal my seat. Of course, the more popular, I've-been-at-this-school-longer-than-you of us, a.k.a. ME, won.

Sometimes he lets them touch his hair. It ignites this little flame inside me, a jealous flame. I don't know why it bothers me so much… but I always find myself having to prove to them that he is my best friend so they'd better find their own.

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

Number one

Number one

Speaking of hair, Owen's changed since the tree lighting, let's-punch-the-scumbag incident. He got a buzz (ew), but fortunately for him, some girls seem to be falling for that as well. He has his own girls-who-rub-the-fuzzy-head cult of followers. And he doesn't go shirtless to PE anymore. I bet he has a huge bruise on his stomach… thanks to me! Somehow I'm proud of myself for that.

Owen even has a girlfriend now, some little brunette number. Which brings me to wonder…

Every girl wants

You to be her man

But I'll wait right here

'Til it's my turn

I'm not the kinda girl

Who gives up just like that

Oh no

There are so many girls who would fall at Phil's feet to be his girlfriend. He's a freaking chick magnet. Why hasn't he dated any of them? I know Xavia, one of his admirers, even asked him to meet her at Starbucks before the exams to study. Yet he didn't go… it doesn't make any sense.

I know if I had that big of a loyal following (I have a following, believe me, but they're mostly girls and that doesn't do me any good at all) and one of them asked me out I'd definitely go. I haven't had a boyfriend since the Tanner incident freshman year.

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

Number one

Number one

Phil's POV

"Yummy," I came up behind Keely in the cafeteria with my tray of UMP (unidentifiable meat product), using my best cologne-commercial-guy sexy voice.

She jumped. I laughed. "Very funny, Mr. I-Think-I'm-So-Amazing."

I tried to look offended. "But I am amazing!"

From somewhere behind me I heard a twittery voice breathe, "I know." I turned around, and there was… just another one of those annoying girls who pop up every single time I… what was I doing anyway?

I waved a hand in a shooing motion, and the girl, shooting daggers at me with her eyes, stormed off, her band of disciples trailing behind her.

"That was rude," Keely scolded lightly, sitting down at a table outside to eat her home-packed lunch. "And you're going to die if you keep eating that crap every day."

"They are so annoying beyond belief," I complained, sitting next to her. "And I am from the future."

"What does that have to do with anyth…" she started as I pulled out my Wiz'rd and zapped my food into a steaming pizza. "Wow!"

I smiled. Somehow, surprising her meant everything to me.

Every time that I get the feeling

You give me something to believe in

Every time that I got you near me

I know the way that I want it to be

But you know that I'm gonna take my chance now

I'm gonna make it happen somehow

And you know I can take the pressure

A moment's pain for a lifetime pleasure

"Why do you just ignore them anyway?" she asked through a mouthful of stolen pizza. Not that I minded, of course.

"Because they're nothing but empty shells of people that used to be there that are not interested in any part of me except my beautiful hair and maybe another part that I can't mention."

Keely gagged, spitting pizza onto her plate, and shoving me with one hand. "Philip Diffy!"

I shrugged. "It's true."

"And it is some fine hair," she marveled, running a hand through it again.

"You're going to mess up the cuticle," I chided. She gave me a weird look, like WTF? And I just smiled. "Did my research."

Every girl wants you to be her man

But I'll wait right here

'Til it's my turn

I'm not the kinda girl

Who gives up just like that

Oh no

Keely's POV

Still partially grossed out, I decided to temporarily forgo the pizza, placing it back on my plate with the half-chewed bite. Then he asked the question I dreaded.

"What's it to you? You know, me not going out with anyone."

I turned away, mentally cursing myself out for not having put on more makeup, because my telltale blush was starting. "Just wondering. If any guy liked me that much, I'd certainly go out with him."

"Would you now?" he seemed interested.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Depending on who he is of course. Like that whole Owen thing."

Phil laughed. "So not any guy, mm?"

"Right."

"So what guys then?"

What was he getting at? I couldn't even pretend I didn't know. "Uh, like, there was a kid in my math class in middle school. He was nice, hot, smart, but he never made a move."

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be your number one

"So you like impulsive guys."

"Um, I guess." That pizza on my plate seemed to be a better alternative to speaking, so I shoved it in my mouth.

"Owen was impulsive."

"You writing a book?" I wondered aloud through a mouthful of pizza. Flecks of tomato sauce sprayed onto his shirt.

"Ew, and no," he made a face, grabbing a napkin to wipe the crap off his shirt. "Just curious."

"Why?" I asked, making obvious a little of the suspicion I'd had since this conversation started, after I'd swallowed of course.

"No reason." He turned away from me to grab a piece of pizza.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please."

"So what would you like me to tell you?"

Every time that I get the feeling

You give me something to believe in

Every time that I got you near me

I don't believe that I want it to be

But you know that I'm gonna take my chance now

I'm gonna make it happen somehow

And you know I can take the pressure

A moment's pain for a lifetime pleasure

"Give me a straight answer. Why are you asking me these questions?" I set my pizza down and grabbed his shoulders so he couldn't get away.

He looked first in my eyes, then down, then to the left, and then the right, presumably searching for escape. However, all routes were blocked, since I didn't offer any way out, neither did the ground, and his faux-posse filled in both sides.

Then…

The bell rang. "Dammit, there's the bell," he said, with a fake "aw shucks" attitude. I could see his shoulders roll in a sigh of relief. His posse looked depressed, as they hadn't gotten the answer that I'd asked for. "Gonna be late for math!"

"You have ten minutes between lunch and class!" I yelped, trailing him as he tossed the pizza over the fence to the dog that lived behind the school.

He just kept walking, with a little wave over his shoulder at me. I stopped and stomped my feet into the ground, the thin heels making holes in the soil. "I will find out!" I yelled before grabbing my own stuff and stalking off to class.