A/N: WHEE I love updating this thing. This was supposed to be "She's No You" by Jesse McCartney –but as I wrote it fit less and less. Now it's "Open Your Eyes (To Love)" by LMNT. This keeps getting more and more T rated. I won't make it M, I promise, I can't write that stuff.

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Open Your Eyes (To Love)

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You've been searching the world to find true love
Looking in all the wrong places
When all of the time you've been blind to love
As plain as the nose on your face is

Phil's POV

My cell rang, a buzzing sound filling my room as the plastic hit against my wood desk. I could hear it, but I tried to ignore it by stuffing my head under my pillow. "Go 'way," I scolded it, but it kept going. "Fine, fine." I checked my clock. Two AM. No wonder I wasn't in the mood to answer.

"Good morning," I barked, after a glance at the caller ID showed it was Keely, that goofy picture I took of her before she got her hair permed showing on the color screen.

"We have to talk," she said, sounding remorseful.

"It is not even daylight yet," I moaned. "Can't this wait?"

"Come downstairs," she asked before hanging up on me.

"Dammit," I mumbled, leaving the comfort of my warm bed for the freezing outdoors. I walked out the door silently; Mom and Dad were so asleep it didn't matter.

Keely greeted me on my lawn. She was sitting in the frosted grass in a nightgown. "Might have been a good idea to grab a sweatshirt before leaving the house," I growled, seeing as I was wearing only pajama pants. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms for warmth, I asked, "So, what's so important that I had to get up at two?"

It's here
It's now
Open your eyes and see it
Right here
Right now
Open your eyes to love

I caught her staring at me. I really should have gotten a shirt. I waved a hand in front of her face and she flushed absolute crimson. "Sorry," she burbled with a smile. "We have to talk. Pull up some grass."

"It's my grass," I said grouchily, now self-conscious, "and you keep saying that."

"I want my answer," she said stubbornly. "Those girls follow you around like freaking puppies, Phil, what's so important that you just brush them off? If any guy adored me like that I'd totally go out with him."

"We've been over this," I shook my head with a smile, despite myself. "They're just annoying, they only want one thing, and we all know what that is… you've got to stop staring at me like that, it's so distracting!"

"Sorry," she said bashfully. "Do continue."

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway… I don't like them. They're superficial, shallow, and… superficial. And you, missy, you know you wouldn't go out with anyone. We've been over that too. So what about your dilemma, hmm?"

You've been down on yourself thinking something's wrong
Wondering why love has never found you
Don't you know it's been right here all along
If only you'd look around you

Keely's POV

I leaned back onto the palms of my hands, tossing my head back, my hair rustling against the grass. I did that partially so I could see the starry sky, and partially so I would stop staring at his chest (it was really, really hard to avoid, just trust me on this one). "I dunno," I mused.

"No excuses, I explained myself, it's your turn."

"I…"

"Keely! Keely! Keely!" Phil chanted softly like a cheerleader.

"Don't you triple Keely me," I said with a laugh. "Alright. I guess it's because I have these impossible standards that no one can quite live up to. If, say, I had a following like yours, and one of them asked me out, I probably wouldn't go out with them either. Because you're right – they only want that one thing." I had to physically tense my neck to keep from swinging it back up to meet his eyes.

"So who would you go out with?"

"Are you sure you're not writing a book?" I laughed. "Besides, it's my turn."

"Hit me, then."

I had to look back at him, so I dutifully kept my eyes on his face. "Same question. Who would you go out with?"

"No one I know," he answered smoothly. Too smoothly.

"Are you sure?"

It's here
It's now
Open your eyes and see it
(Open your eyes)
Right here
(Right here)
Right now
(Right now)
Open your eyes to love

Phil's POV

I settled back into a comfortable position. She seemed like she was trying to look only at my face, but her eyes kept wandering. Poor thing. She seemed nervous.

"In the future," I explained, "there are different standards of beauty than from today. Women are praised for their smarts above all, and then physical beauty comes second. I don't think it's fair to hold everyone here to a different standard than the one I'm used to."

"That's so illogical," she reprimanded. "Why is it unfair to hold them to the standards they're well acquainted with?"

"Because it's not true to me," I justified. "Let them be held to their own standards by the boys who like those standards. If I were to judge all girls by my standards, then I would pick out only the best ones, leaving poor unfortunate guys out there to learn about how stupid stupid girls really are. See how early it is?" I groaned when she made a face. "I'm not even making sense any more!"

She just laughed at me. "You're so funny. Somehow, I think I understand what you're saying. You want to educate the public."

"What a relief," I sighed graciously. "You're right." Amazing how she can take something I've been trying to say and fix it up just right, I marveled.

Love has been right by your side
Oh, so close that you couldn't see
(ooh ooh ooh)
If love could speak
It would shout to the skies
I've always been here
(Always been here)
I always will be
(Always will be, ooh ooh ooh)

Keely's POV

White stuff drifted from the sky, only serving to make me colder. "It's snowing!" I shouted, and Phil made a face.

"Shh! My parents are asleep!"

"It's snowing!" I whispered, flashing an innocent smile.

Phil just rolled his eyes.

"You've been here three years, and has it ever snowed?"

"No."

"See?" I was indignant about my joy. "It almost never snows in Pickford. Not since I was like, ten."

"I'll be right back," he said, silently slipping into the house. Moments later he emerged, two fat quilts in his arms, and, unfortunately for me, wearing a shirt. He spread one on the sleet-covered grass and invited me on it. It was king sized, so though both of us were laying down we were still far apart. Fortunate, I guess. Whatever. He flipped the other quilt into the air and covered us with it. I curled up around my end, shivering. "Aww, look how cute the cold snow bunny is," he teased me.

"Shut up," I barked playfully. "I bet you're not any warmer, Mr… Whatever."

"Mr. What?" he asked. "You can't just say 'Mr.' and then not finish it. It's just not right."

"Mr. Jealous Mc-jellygoober," I retorted.

"No fair! Foul, reusing old nickname!"

I shot him a Look, and he shut up. "Don't be so Touchy Mc-touchygoober."

I laughed despite myself. "Touchy Mc-touchygoober? Original," I stifled a particularly loud giggle. I soon sat up, tilting my head back to catch the snowflakes on my tongue.

I'm here,
I'm now
Open your eyes and see me
Right here,
Right now
Open your eyes to love
Open your eyes…
Open your mind to love
Open your heart to love

Phil's POV

I don't know why I did it, honestly, I don't.

I could have ruined everything. I could have made a mess so big, so massive, I could have potentially created a hole in the space-time continuum.

But yes, I did it.

Maybe it was because she just looked so pretty there, with her head tilted back, hair dangling loose off her shoulders. Maybe it was the way her eyes closed and she trusted the heavens to land the snowflakes in her mouth. Hell, it coulda been the pink bow on the front of her nightgown. I don't know.

But as soon as my hand touched her shoulder and her head snapped forward to look at me, I knew what was coming.

I put one hand on her cheek, its cold freezing my hand, and with the other gently turned her around to face me. I moved forward and time seemed to freeze as her lips met mine. Her eyes opened in slow motion and then closed again, and we were there for seconds that stretched into minutes, or at least it felt like they did.

When it was over, I felt a feeling of vertigo overtake me for a moment, as if sucking me back into real time, like when a time machine lands.

"Well," she said, flushing that crimson color again, "it's only taken you three years."