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It's 6:45. Fifteen minutes to go before I know what's going on between us. Why did she do that? What does it all mean? How could I face her everyday if she told me it was just a friendship kiss? Is there such a thing as a friendship kiss? Maybe I should just take the offensive here. Protect myself by lying about my feelings? Wouldn't that protect her too in the long run? What if we leave? How could I ever say good-bye to her, especially if we were together…
"Did the kiss mean she wants us to be together? Why am I talking to myself? Can Pim hear me? Stop that, Diffy!" Phil clamped his hand over his mouth as he realized his thoughts were not merely stopping at his brain, but his vocal chords as well.
"Hey Phil! Next time you're having an existential crisis, silence your room. You almost make it too easy to torture!" shouted Pim from her bedroom. She rolled her eyes and chuckled sinisterly. "So Blondie finally put the moves on Phil. This could get really interesting. It's a good thing I'm so devious. Otherwise, such a glorious predicament would be lost on a fluffier, sugarcoated sibling. MWAHAHAAAHHAAAA!"
"Uh, Pim?" Phil said as he stuck his head in her doorway.
"What?" Pim replied, frightened by the unexpected sound of his voice.
"You might want to try practicing the concept of inner-monologue. I heard all of that. Oh, and it might be a good idea to tone down the maniacal laughter. It's a tad much."
"Right."
"Yeah…I'm gonna go now" he said as made his way down the stairs and out the front door.
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"Mom, have you seen my low rise boot-cut stretch jeans with the dark rinse?" yelled Keely as she franticly threw pants all across her room. She wanted to look perfect and
it was already five minutes till 7.
"No I haven't, Butternut! Have you checked the laundry room?"
"No time! I'm late to meet Phil." Keely was ready to cry. Nothing was going like she wanted it to. Of course, if I hadn't kissed him I wouldn't be in this position right now. Smooth move, Teslow. She finally settled on a pair of black pants. Well, it's now or never. "Mom, I'm going out. I'll be back later on," she shouted as she made her way to the front door.
"Ok, dumpling. Tell Phil I said hi."
"Oh…umm…yeah. Will do. Love you!"
Mandy Teslow sighed as her only child ran out the door. Something is definitely going on with those two. I hope she knows what she's doing.
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As I walked the streets of postcard-perfect Pickford, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I had to tell Keely that I wanted to be with her. Unfortunately, I also had to tell her that it would never work out because of my family's "situation." I wanted to turn around and go back home. I didn't want to look her in the eye. Her eyes made me melt. They are my Achilles heel, so to speak. I would kill a man if she looked me in the eyes and told me to. Right at 7pm, I arrived at the park by H.G.Wells. We loved it there. It was our spot. Many long nights had been spent teetering and talking and laughing on the see-saw. Sometimes after a particularly trying day, I'd sit with her as she fought back tears on the drawbridge of the kiddie pirate ship. Slowly, I climbed up the ladder to the pirate ship and sat down on the cold molded plastic and I waited for my girl. Well, there's no turning back now…
TA-DA! It's a bit short and a bit of a cliffie! I hope you enjoyed it. Please REVIEW and send me any suggestions for how you want this to go. I have some sketchy ideas, but I want you all to be happy with it too. Have a great day!