A/N: This is "That's What (It's All About)" by A-Teens. It may not completely fit because it's talking about overnight and this stuff happens during the day (mostly) but here it is. And I don't own Quizno's.
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That's What it's All About--
It's midnight, we're feeling all right
Dressed up for a cruise tonight
Nothing can hold us back
We're alive and right on track
All set, ready for a show
It's gonna blast, get outta control
Nothing can stop us now
There's a party going on - tear the roof down!
Phil's POV
I sat in my car, the heater cranked up, waiting for Keels to finish her exam. It was 11:30, and the exam started at 8. She'd be out in five, four…
There she was. I tapped the horn a couple of times and unlocked the doors, grabbing her hand when she entered and pulling her in. "I got something for you," I announced, unable to wait for a kiss or some sort of salutation.
She raised her eyebrows as I pulled a velvet box out of my pocket. "I thought we agreed to wait until after high school?"
"Oh, that's not what this is," I reassured her. Giving the box to her, I sat back as she opened it.
"Oh… my… God," she said, lifting it up. It was a silver moon charm on a leather cord. "Just like…" she reached for my neck and pulled my sun charm out from under my shirt, "yours. Wow."
She turned and lifted her hair up so I could put it on her. "Looks beautiful," I smiled, "as I knew it would."
She bent forward and kissed me. Our math teacher suddenly appeared next to my window. "No making out on school property!" she scolded, rapping her knuckles on the glass. But my eyes followed her back to the building, where I saw her exchange money with another teacher.
"A bet, on us," I chuckled to Keely as we parted. "Only makes it sweeter. Let's celebrate, shall we?"
"Celebrate what?" Keely inquired.
"Life, love, and the pursuit of happiness," I said while revving the car in reverse. "Especially the love part."
If you say, that it's okay
We gotta start right now
That's what its all about baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what it is going on baby
That's right, that's right
That's what it's all about baby
That's what it comes down to baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all aboutFirst I drove her to some fancy restaurant. I didn't even pay attention to the name because as soon as it was within our vision, she cried out, "Oh my gosh, that's that new restaurant! It's supposed to be so good…" I barely let her finish before pulling into the parking lot.
I stepped out of the car first and then opened the door for her. "Milady?" She smiled and looked at me up from under her eyelashes as I offered her my arm. "You look fabulous. All radiant with the passing of Algebra. You did well."
"How do you… wait, why do I even ask? Really? I do well?"
"An 88!" I said proudly, having Giggled it after I dropped her off. "I knew you would. I believe in you."
She shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a freakin' math genius!"
I couldn't help but laugh as I escorted my girlfriend, my girlfriend, my girlfriend, into the restaurant. "Table for two?" said the maitre'd.
I looked around as if checking for anyone else. "Oui," I nodded.
"Right this way," he said, and we followed him to a nice little table by the bay windows that looked out onto the garden they had outside.
I could hardly taste the food, so absorbed I was in the girl sitting opposite me at the square table. We laughed about stupid things and she told me everything about the exam. "All the stuff about piecewise functions came so easily," she bragged.
"Kissing seems to seal stuff into your head, does it not?"
"Then I think I'll remember you forever," she giggled as she ate her whatever-it-was and sipped her stuffamajig.
I was finished with my own thingamabobber quite rapidly, having donated the spray-food breakfast to a needy squirrel. "Why did it take us so long to get together?" I wondered aloud.
"Dunno," she mused as she twirled her whooziwhatzit onto her fork and put it in her mouth to chew. "Like, seriously, I don't know. I'd liked you since that day three years ago, when I decided you were my guardian angel."
"You were so innocent," I joked. "And Pim knew before I did that I was crushing."
We laughed together, and finished our doodads. As we were walking back to the car, her arm around my shoulder and mine around her waist, I felt something vibrating and heard the most annoying sound. "What is that?" I asked as she rummaged around in the pocket of her jeans.
Half past twelve
We're sneaking out the back door
Who said, we couldn't stay out more
Till the lights go out
We're gonna show what its all about
We're gonna take it to the top
Never gonna stop
Cause we might, do it till we like
Spread the word around
When the drum rolls, time to get down
Keely's POV
"Vee!" I exclaimed delightedly as I flipped my rhinestone-coated phone open to my ear. "Via! How is France?"
"I miss you guys terribly," her British-accented voice tinged with sorrow. "But on the upside, I'm picking up some French. Comment ça va?"
"Um, we miss you too!" I said, climbing into the car.
Phil bent his head forward to my face, the way he usually did when he was going to kiss me, except he shouted into the phone. "Hey Via!"
"Phil?" she asked into my ear. "Is he there, with you?"
"Yeah, we kind of got together, like, BF and GF," I quipped excitedly.
In a monotone voice, Via said, "Do I sound surprised?" Then she giggled. "I have a boyfriend too."
"What's his name?" I asked over the rumble of the ignition. "Pierre? Jacques?"
"Actually, it's Ryan," she chuckled. "He's American. Almost as sweet as Phil."
I heard a male voice on the other side of the earth, and then Via's trademark laugh. "Almost?" the voice said.
"Um, hi, Ryan!" I grinned. "He has a nice voice!"
"So romantic," she swooned. "Dates and breakfast and… loads of kissing."
"To be expected," I giggled girlishly. "You must be head over heels."
"I am," she said. "Well, Keely, I've gotta go. It's bloody cold here right now and Ryan's taking me to a bonfire. Love ya!"
"Kiss kiss," I good-byed.
"Cheerio!" The line went dead.
I sighed. "I really miss her," I whimpered to Phil.
He took my hand and held it as he navigated the car. "I understand."
"Where are we going now?" I asked, trying to smile a bit.
"I was thinking the PTGAS headquarters," Phil said with a smile as he on-ramped onto the highway. "They're having tomato soup sampling."
I smiled. "It's so cold… good idea, boyfriend."
"You might need someone big and strong to keep you warm," he winked at me.
That's what its all about baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what it is going on baby
That's right, that's right
That's what it's all about baby
That's what it comes down to baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about
Phil's POV
The Pickford Tomatoes Group (Apples Suck) has always been a Pickford winter tradition for me. Ever since we got here, I've been skyaking or driving (more recently) down to their headquarters to have tomato soup. It's the most amazing thing. It's warm, and good, and makes you happy. I think they put drugs in it or something, but it's really, really good. So I decided to, let's say, share the love.
We pulled into the parking lot of a building that looked a lot like an old log cabin. I knew the story – some settlers came down after the Gold Rush and built the cabin here. They refurbed the house and turned it into a place to make the best tomato soup in California (and to run the AS part of their name – their anti-apples campaign). This was part of that feud.
"So…" Keely said, somewhat uncomfortably, so I thought.
"Are… you okay?" I asked, concerned, as I unbuckled my seat belt.
She shifted as she got out of the car and met me as we walked up to the building. "Um, I'm more of an apples girl."
"You… you go to the PASDWT stuff?" I said, astonished. She didn't seem like a Pickford Apples Society (Down With Tomatoes) sort of girl.
"Yeah," she said, looking down. "I don't think they'll welcome me here."
"Sure they will," I reassured her. "You're with me." As we entered the small cabin, all the ladies' eyes flicked over to Keely. I heard the word "apples" echoing through the small house. "Chill, you guys," I scolded. "She's easily convinced."
"Hello, Philip," a girl danced up to me, twirling a finger in my hair.
"Remember me talking about having to do that stuff again?" I asked Keely. "The time is now."
Catching on easily, she pulled me to her for one of the best kisses I've experienced to this day. After a couple minutes, the making out stopped and I turned around. The girl was gone and the ladies of PTGAS were clapping and whistling.
"She does that every year," I smiled. Keely grinned, her face flushing. "Alright, ladies, serve up the soup." Immediately two huge bowls of steaming tomato soup were thrust into my hands and I motioned for Keely to follow me to a table. I set the soup down and she sat across from me.
After noisily slurping the soup from the spoon, as is tradition, Keely looked up at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "This stuff is… happifying!"
"It can do that to you," I confirmed with a smile at Keels and a wink at the ladies.
We finished our soup in silence, a postlude to a great afternoon and dinner. "Wonderful," Keely murmured. "Should I tip them?"
"Only if you're sure that you want to be a PTGAS girl instead of a…" I whispered to her, "PASDWT girl."
"I'm sure," she retorted, handing a $5 to one of the ladies. I forked up my own, a $10 in reparation for my sins of stinginess in years before, and we left the building with full stomachs.
"It's like Romeo and Juliet, except… foodier," Keely thought aloud.
"And with less killing…" I added.
"And more kissing," she flushed again.
I thought for a second. "Want to go to the park? They've got a snow machine piling up some nice hills."
"I don't have a toboggan," she complained.
"I do," I smiled.
There's nothing that can stop us now
I swear we'll always be around
If you say, that it's okay
We gotta start right now
Keely's POV
We got, once again, into Phil's nice warm SUV. "I'm beginning to love this car."
"And its driver?" Phil pouted.
"And its driver," I agreed.
We took off down the highway to Pickford Park, where, yes, they had a snow machine building up huge sledding hills. Smaller children were sledding down some of the shorter hills, while more daring junior high kids were taking buckets of water up to the tops of the highest hills and pouring the water down to make an icy track. I felt old as we left the car and Phil procured some toboggans for us.
"Where did those come from?" I asked, taking one under my arm.
"Magic," he replied. I just laughed.
We hiked up to the top of the tallest hill, where the junior high kids were icing down the snow. They thought they were flashy, but we would prove them otherwise. Leaving his toboggan at the bottom of the hill, Phil sat on mine, instructing me with a glare to get on behind him. I did as I was eyeballed, more than willing to snuggle up behind my boyfriend and hold on tight around his waist. "On three, push off," he murmured. "One… two… three!"
And we were off. I screamed as we whizzed down the hill, at least twenty feet high. I held on tighter and tighter as we got nearer and nearer to the ground. Then the snow built up into a ramp and we were in the air. "Oh my God," I moaned as we sailed through the air and then… right into a snow pile.
"That… was… SO fun," I giggled, my face lighting up. Phil and I were in the hole with the toboggan that we'd made when we crashed into the snow hill. It was warm in there, and I laid down on my left side, facing him. He copied me, only on his right side.
"I love you, Keels…"
"I love you too, Phil…"
"Gross. They're in love," cried an indignant voice from outside the hill. Sitting up, I discovered that a fifth-grade girl had followed us when we rammed into the snow pile and was now watching our little declaration of passion. I rolled my eyes and punched the ceiling, making the snow fall in, covering the entrance and making it rather dark.
"Ooh, it's dark, I'm scared," I whimpered. "I really wish I had a big strong boyfriend to protect me."
"I will," Phil said with a grin that I could hear in his voice. He hugged me to him when light burst in through the wall.
"I know you're in there," rang out the irksome voice of that kid.
"Make her go away…" I sighed.
Phil pulled the Wiz'rd from his pocket. How he always has that thing with him, I have no clue. In any case, he zapped the hole in the wall. Some sort of… monster-like thing appeared, and the kid ran off screaming. "Poor kid," he chuckled while storing the future gadget away. He looked at his watch. "We'd better go," he sighed. "Mom's already suspicious, and I don't want her mad. Let's grab some dinner and head back to my place."
"Fine by me," I smiled as I dug out of the hill.
That's what its all about baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what it is going on baby
That's right, that's right
That's what it's all about baby
That's what it comes down to baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all aboutAfter getting in the car for what seemed like the umpteenth time, we arrived at a Quizno's®. "Yum," I breathed in the scent of fresh-toasted subs.
We ordered our turkey sandwich and sat down by the window. The day had gone by in a flash; the sky was already darkening and the snow was floating lazily from the sky. We ate our subs in a somber silence, mourning the passing of such a great day.
"It's winter break," I murmured finally. "We can do this every day for two weeks!"
"Happy Hanukkah," Phil mumbled with a smile through a mouthful of sub.
That's what it's about...
That's what is going on...
Phil's POV
We got home circa 7:00, and within the hour we were up in my room, just talking. Mom frequently checked in on us, obviously still wary considering the events of the night before. I played the drums a bit for Keely, and she played on the guitar and sang a little bit. The fun ended, though, when she started rubbing her eyes like a three-year-old. "Let's get you to bed, babe," I smiled. I put her to bed as I had the night before, and then myself to bed, sinking rapidly into a snow-and-sub filled slumber.