A/N: This song has been running through my head all day, so, here's chapter eight of PV1, "Hey Juliet!" I'm not sure if it's just Juliet or Hey Juliet so I picked Hey Juliet. Anyway, it's by LMNT, just like the last song, and I don't own it, nor do I own Starbucks. I fell in love with this song yesterday. It may not fit entirely perfectly but I still love it. And I'm sorry about the Algebra stuff – this is stuff I know how to do, and I know they're juniors so they should be in pre-cal, but… whatever. I write what I know (or at least in the Algebra department anyway). And my lovely reviewers:
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Hey Juliet!
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Hey I've been watching you
Every little thing you do
Every time I see you pass
In my homeroom class, makes my heart beat fast
Phil's POV
She came down the hallway to her locker, next to mine, and I caught her around the waist, pulling her up to me like that one dance move. "Hey babe," I smiled.
"Hey yourself," she said flirtatiously, spinning out of my curled arm, her hair swiping me in the face. I laughed despite the slight sting it left, and she shot me a grin that almost knocked me off my feet as she opened her locker and started pulling books out. "What's up?"
"Well, my posse seem to have dug a collective hole and buried themselves alive," I chuckled. "Haven't seen any of them all day." As if drawn to my voice, all of a sudden one of them appeared out of absolute nowhere, I swear.
"Aww, poor Philly, there's one now. Let's send her off with something to talk about mm?" she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. I heard something hit the lockers on the wall, but I was much too interested in my own life happenings to turn around.
I've tried to page you twice
But I see you roll your eyes
Wish I could make it real
But your lips are sealed, that ain't no big deal
Finally, after a truly unfortunate ending to the kiss, I caught my breath and then turned around. The posse-person was slumped up against the locker bank, passed out. Despite her unfortunate condition, I had to laugh, because several of her fellow followers had followed her, and they were leaned up against the lockers, their hands on their chests, trying to catch their breath.
"Nothin's sadder than unrequited love," I preached to them.
Keely stuck a finger under my collar. "I would know," she winked at me.
The girls lifted the fallen one and hauled her off, and I turned to Keely. "That was fantabulous. They're gone for good! But what if they came around again? We'd have to do that again," I fake-complained.
"I can't wait," she giggled before packing her bag and hauling it up on her shoulders.
'Cause I know you really want me
I hear your friends talk about me
So why you tryin' to do without me
When you got me
Where you want me"D'you want me to get some of those?" I asked, seeing the books hanging out of her unzippable backpack. "I mean, seriously. I have bio next, and we're just having a… why do you have all those anyway?"
"Taking them home to study," she rolled her eyes. "I was sick the first exam day, so I have to make it up tomorrow."
I took the huge Algebra book out of the bag. "You want to hit Starbucks or something to study tonight?" I offered while moving the book into a comfortable position in my arms, zipping the less-full bag up closed.
"Hmm, it's a date!" she grinned, giving me a quick kiss, the kind that is over before I even realize what's happening but still leaves me in a daze after. I kind of wandered towards bio, a goofy smile on my face.
(Hey Juliet)
I think you're fine
You really blow my mind
Maybe someday, you and me can run away
I just want you to know
I wanna be your Romeo
Hey Juliet"Alright," I said, returning to the table with two Venti® coffees in my hands, and I sat down next to Keely. "Let's see what we've got, mm?" Keely pulled out her book and thunked it onto the table, and opened it to a section. "Ooh, piecewise functions," I murmured. "'Kay. Pull out some graph paper, would you Keels?"
"What do I get for it?" she asked, walking her fingers up my arm.
"I guess," I said, rolling my eyes with a smile. She leaned towards me and kissed me again. "Okay, now with the graph paper," I mumbled while trying to rub the lipstick off my face.
"You should just leave it there," she mocked, "it's totally your color." She reached into her bag and brought out a thick notebook of graph paper. I took it and flipped through the pages, stopping at one full of hearts and…
"Does this say, 'Mrs. Phil Diffy'?" I asked incredulously.
"Let's just get to the clean paper, shall we?" she blushed furiously again.
I pulled her hand towards me and kissed it gently. "Maybe someday. Right now let's just finish high school, okay?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me and I melted, right then and there. "Alright, then. When it says f of x and then has this bracket thing, that means it's a piecewise. And the… you're not getting any of this, are you?"
She was staring out the window twirling a lock of her hair around a finger and sipping her caramel macchiato. The snow had just started to fall. She looked so pretty there…
Girl you got me on my knees
Beggin' please, baby please
Got my best DJ on the radio waves saying
Hey Juliet, why do you do him this way
Too far to turn around
So I'm gonna stand my ground
Gimme just a little bit of hope
With a smile or a glance, gimme one more chance
Keely's POV
A tear edged out of my eye and tried to escape. I blinked my eyes rapidly but it continued its downward descent.
"Keels, a-are you okay?" Phil asked, this worried frown creasing his face.
"Stop that," I reproached him, sniffling. "You'll have wrinkles before you're thirty."
He put his hand on my cheek and with a thumb smoothed the tear away. "What's wrong, babe?"
"I… I don't know," I mumbled, more tears streaking my cheeks. He put his other hand on my other cheek and kept gently wiping the tears off. "It's just… I-I don't deserve this, you know? I mean, you're this really amazing guy, and… I'm a girl barely hanging off the edge of the cliff they call high school, you know?"
"Keely, Keely, Keely," he reprimanded with a smile.
"Don't you triple Keely me," I managed a small laugh.
"Now that's my Keels!" I put my hands up on top of his hands, and he continued. "Babe… you deserve it. All of it. I love you, and don't you forget it! Now," he said authoritatively, lowering his hands but keeping my right hand in his left, "all you have to do is, for example, in this one it says 2x if x is greater than or equal to 4. That means you graph lightly 2x, like this…" he took his hand from mine for a moment and graphed a faint line across the paper and then put his hand back where it was, "and then make a closed circle, because it's equal to, on x equals 4." He picked up my right hand, put the pencil in it, and directed it, making a dot on x equals 4. Then he helped me make the line darker above the dot, and then he erased the rest of the faint line. "And there you go for that one."
"What about the next line? 3x minus 1 if x is less than 4?"
He rubbed my hand. "Patience is a virtue, babe," he chuckled softly. "Alright. For this next line, graph 3x minus 1, faintly." I did as I was told. "Then make an open dot at x equals 4. Why?"
"Because… it's not equal to?" I inferred.
"Right!" he kissed my cheek. "Then darken the line below the dot, erase the faint line…" I sat back in my chair, proud of my work. "Excellent." He did the same, and lifted the hot chocolate in his cup up to take a sip. "I'm proud of you, Keels."
'Cause I know you really want me
I hear your friends talk about me
So why you tryin' to do without me
When you got me
Where you want me"Really?" I blushed.
"You sound so surprised," he smiled. "Of course. Anything else?"
I sighed and closed the book. "Nope, that was the only section I haven't already reviewed. Thanks a bunch. Sure is nice to have a boyfriend."
"Sure is nice to have a girlfriend," he added, kissing me quickly but just right. "Wanna go outside? It's snowing."
I stuffed my things back into my backpack and followed him outside. "Wow…" I marveled. Soon, though, I caught a chill.
Hey Juliet
I think you're fine
You really blow my mind
Maybe someday, you and me can run away
I just want you to know
I wanna be your Romeo
Hey Juliet
Phil's POV
"Want a blanket?" I offered as we walked to my Suburban to put her stuff inside. She nodded, and I pulled a fleece blanket out of the back.
"Let's go on the roof of your car." Her suggestion surprised me, but I was more than happy to allow it. We climbed from the hood to the top, where we laid in the fluffy thin layer of snow with the blanket covering us. "Sure is pretty up here, mm?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "You sure are." Her face flushed again. "That crimson is a nice color on you," I joked.
I felt an elbow in my side. "Hushit, loverboy," she mumbled. After about ten minutes of lying on the roof, I felt her move. "Wow, it's really cold. Let's go… I dunno, in the car or something. I don't really want to go home."
Again, I was more than happy to oblige. I flattened the two rows of seats down and we climbed in, slamming the back doors to keep the cold out. She rolled over onto her side and up against me, her arm draped across my chest. Within minutes I heard soft snoring, and, with a silent laugh, I fell asleep myself.
I know you really want me
I hear your friends talk about me
So why you tryin' to do without me
When you got me
Where you want me
I felt motion near me. I awoke, Keely beside me. "Oh my God…" I whispered, but then I recalled the whole thing with snow and stuff. My heart rate slowed rapidly. I gently shook her awake. "G'morning, babe."
"Oh my God…" I was well aware that what was running through my mind earlier was probably dashing through hers. "Well," she said, heaving a breath, obviously having remembered what happened. "Good morning yourself."
A quick look outside revealed that it was not morning. In fact, as I glanced at my watch, I noticed… "Shit, it's almost midnight," I groaned. "Curfew!"
"Time sure flies when you're having fun," she said, sitting up and poking me in the stomach.
"Not too much fun," I warned. "Repercussions."
"Not too much fun," she agreed with a nod. "But…"
"Since we have already missed curfew…" I added thoughtfully.
"Why not enjoy ourselves the rest of the night?" we finished.
You don't have to say forever
For us to hang together
So hear me when I say
Hey Juliet
Keely's POV
"Best idea you've had all evening," I giggled before climbing over the center console to get into the passenger's seat.
Phil, worrywart as always, reminded me, "But won't your mom be pissed if you get home late?"
"She's on a biz trip," I said, pulling the seat belt across to buckle it. "Yours?"
"Aah, my parents don't care," he brushed it off, climbing over the console as I had to get into his seat. "I was more worried about you breaking curfew."
"Aww, how sweet," I said with a grin as he put the car in reverse.
He shrugged. "You have more to lose." After a couple minutes of driving, we pulled into a Waffle House, the only twenty-four hour restaurant in Pickford. We climbed out of the car and trudged through the snow, which, somehow, was piling up faster than it could melt. We sat next to each other in the booth farthest away from the door, shivering. I leaned up against him and he wrapped his arms around me… I was cold! "Want my jacket, Keels?" I nodded gratefully and he took it off and wrapped it around me.
"Thanks," I whispered through chattering teeth.
"Anything for you, babe," he said as he rose his hand to flag down a waitress. I love the way he says babe, not like how some guys say it all you-are-my-girlfriend-and-I-own-you like, no, like he really loves me.
He kissed my head as a waitress who had obviously recently choked down cups and cups of high-octane coffee appeared at our table. "What'll it be for the lovely couple?" she said in a quivering voice.
"Um, I'll have just some regular waffles," Phil looked at me, "Keels?"
"What a travesty," I scolded. "Regular waffles. Pshaw. Bring me the strawberry plate."
"Well you're a regular freakin' pioneer," he teased me as the waitress walked to the kitchen. "Strawberry waffles. How… upper class."
"I am in a very good position to poke you," I said, crossing my eyes and sticking out my tongue, trying to sit up. Well, that wasn't a good idea, I soon discovered. It was really, really cold, even in the restaurant, and being in Phil's arms was a lot more… climate controlled. Not to mention the fact that it smelled pretty good there too.
Hey Juliet
I think you're fine
You really blow my mind
Maybe someday, you and me can run away
I just want you to know
I wanna be your Romeo
Hey Juliet
Phil's POV
We ate our waffles. I stole some of Keely's strawberries when she wasn't looking, and sometimes when she was. Finally, at about three AM, we loaded ourselves in the car, drunk on syrup, waffles, and good times, and I drove her home. When I pulled into her driveway, I got out with her and walked her to the door. She stuck her key in the deadbolt and twisted it, but it wouldn't open. "Damn," she cursed, "stupid lock got frozen."
"You can stay at my place, Keel," I offered, "we do have a guest room."
She shrugged. "Looks like I don't have an option, at least not until morning. Just remember, yesterday may have been the last day of school for you, but I have to go back in six hours."
We lumbered back to the car, and, even though we only live like a block apart, drove back to my place, heater cranked up. Quietly we opened the door and I brought her heaps of blankets for the guest room. She showered in my shower, seeing as the whole rest of the house was asleep and it wouldn't have been unusual for me to have been awake at three, and then she went into the guest room. I put her to bed like my mom used to do, by sitting with me until I fell asleep and parting with a goodnight kiss on the head. Keely was asleep within minutes, and so was I once I got back to my room.
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A/N: WOW, that was really long! I hope y'all enjoyed it. Stay tuned for "Come to Me."