Ah! Updating, updating! Tee hee hee, I found a website where you learn the 'Napoleon Dynamite' dance :D Maybe I'll use it for school :) Anyway, this chapter may take a while to write, but it might not. Who knows?

Phil fluttered his eyes; he saw someone leaning over him, looking radiant, an angel perhaps? Maybe he died, he though to himself, but, as his eyes opened wider, he realised it was only Keely.

"Phil," she asked hastily, "Are you O.k? Via and Owen came up and they found you collapsed on the floor. I was so worried when I heard." She hugged him, yet, as she did so, she realized that the familiar tingle she got when she hugged him had gone. Phil rubbed his eyes and smiled.

"Yeah," he replied, "I'm fine. I don't really remember much. Just, you were angry and then I went after you, and then I though I saw you…but it wasn't you, and then whoever it was kissed me and then I kinda…went weak, like, draining and then I collapsed"

"Sounds like you do remember much of what happened." Keely replied in a small voice. She sat at the foot of the big bed. She tried to change her tone,

"So you're feeling a lot better?"

"Yep, perfect" Phil replied merrily

"Good," Keely got up and heading towards Phil, "you won't mind if I…tickle you!" Keely sprung on Phil, tickling him. He tickled her back, laughing and kicking. The two turned over on the bed, Keely kicking and screaming. She stopped as soon as she came to realisation that she was lying on top of him. She nervously began to pull herself off, but Phil pulled her back down.

"Keely," he asked her solemnly, "why don't you like me?"

Keely was confused,

"Phil…what are you on about? You my best friend, of course I like you!" Keely tried to reassure him, but her wrists hurt as he tightened his hands around them. She looked into his eyes, but instead of the familiar warmth she got usually, his eyes seemed cold and stranger like, like a part of him was missing. Phil arched his eyes and clenched her wrists tighter,

"But why don't you love me?" An icy shot went through Keely as she tried to look for her friend. It seemed like Phil was no longer there, it seemed like he had been replaced.

"Well?" he asked impatiently. Keely tried to struggled free of Phil's gripped obviously uncomfortable. But this time she saw something else in his eyes, something she'd never seen before,

"Phil…you know-" Phil pulled her towards him before she finished her sentence. He kissed her, but not sweet or romantically, but desperately. Keely tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. Here she was, with her wildest dream happening, but she hoped that it wasn't. There wasn't any…desire in it. Keely struggled away from Phil, wondering what was wrong with him. Then something in him clicked. He opened his eyes and pushed Keely off him. Phil frantically started to apologize,

"Keely! Keely, I am SO sorry- I…I don't know what came over me! It's like we were talking and tickling and then…making out…" his voice trailed off. Keely rubbed her wrists; two big red hand marks ran along them. She looked up at Phil in disgust,

"Look, Phil. I don't know what was going through your mind, but please…" she sighed and walked out of the room. Moments later Keely returned,

"Phil- This is my room"

"Oh" Phil replied and shuffled out of the room, not looking back.

When he returned to his own room, he collapsed on the bed. It was weird though, he should've been feeling upset or apologetic or confused, but he felt nothing, like the thing that makes him go had gone. It was stupid though, everyone had a soul, you couldn't just lose it could you? As he thought, lying spread on the bed, he felt someone shove his stomach down. Phil sat up and wheezed, looking around; no one was in his room.

"Owen?" gasped; looking around his friend was not there. Then a revelation reached him- the room was haunted. Well, that was a no-brainer, but as he thought back to when he had the virtu-goggles on, he remember that they went down three sets of stairs- the 6th floor. And they ran along the corridor, to a room where there was a small picture of a cat in the corner, he knew this because he saw it was where Lydia was murdered, and none of the other rooms had had it when he'd passed. He walked over to the corner, instantly, the toasty room dropped to a harsh cold. Phil peeled back the crumpled wallpaper to reveal a drawing of a small black cat. Phil stepped back. Not only was it haunted, but someone had been murdered in there! Phil paced the floor, shuddering. He lay back on the bed and tried to think of something to take his mind of things,

'Keely' He thought, 'I could write her a song, and then she'll know that I'm sorry!' He picked up a piece of paper and started to write. Words came to his head, he hurriedly wrote it all down.

After a while there was a knock on the door and Owen came in. Phil quickly stuffed the piece of paper in his sleeve and lay back down.

"Hey, Man, Phil, I'm really sorry 'bout earlier," Owen apologized. He lent down and picked up the journal, "Wanna give this to Keely?" Phil nodded and took the journal from Owen without a word and headed down the stairs. Phil knocked on Keely's door and Via answered it.

"Hey, Vee," Phil looked round the doorway, "Is Keely in your room?"

"Yes," she replied, "but she doesn't want to talk to you" Phil looked down at his feet and held the book out,

"Oh, well could you give this to her?" As he held out his arm, the crumpled piece of paper fell from his hand and rolled across the room floor. Phil didn't notice and walked away. When Via shut the door, the paper blew across the floor by Keely's, who was sniffling on her bed, feet. Via left the book on the side and left the room, telling Keely she was gonna find out that evening's menu. Keely looked down at her feet, she saw the crumpled piece of paper, unrolling it she read,

Song for Keely

Yeah,
We started as friends
But something happened inside me
Now I'm reading into everything
But there's no sign you hear the lightning
You don't ever notice me turning on my charm
Or wonder why I'm always where you are

I've made it obvious
Done everything but sing it
I've crushed on you so long, but on and on you get me wrong
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice
The way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

I've heard you talk about
How you want someone just like me
But everytime I ask you out
We never move pass friendly

And you don't ever notice how I stare when we're alone
Or wonder why I keep you on the phone

I've made it obvious
Done everything but sing it
I've crushed on you so long but on and on you get me wrong
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice
The way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

You are my very first thought in the morning
And my last at nightfall
You are the love that came without warning
I need you, I want you to know

I've made it obvious
So finally I'll sing it(I've crushed on you so long
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice
The way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song
And sing it until the day you're holding me
I've wanted you so long but on and on you get me wrong
I more then adore you but since you never seem to see
But you never seem to see
I'll say it in this love song

A huge smile came across Keely's face as she hugged the note.

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! It was gonna be longer, but I really wanted to post it. Don't you think that song fitted, my sister had her CD in her car and was playing it and I just had "Pheely" running through my head?