Phil fans: Chapter 6 is Phil's point of view. I liked writing Phil. So, I guess the next one will be Keely. Anyway, the reviews for the last chappie were incredible. While I was out of town I thought about how I'm going to finish this, and I think we're nearly there. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 6

"Phil's Side of the Story"

I couldn't believe I was spending the night with Keely. Alone. I don't know how it happened. I was just so sleepy and comfortable… And you know when you say something to yourself in your mind but it comes out of your mouth by accident? Well, I said I wanted to stay with Keely. And she said it too. So here we are. It's not a big deal. I mean, nothing's gonna happen… Well, maybe something will. I want to hold her. I want to touch her. I want to fall asleep with her and wake up with her. I want her. When I think about it I feel so nervous. In the future I was too preoccupied with science and math to be much in to girls. But then came Keely. It's four years later and we're everything boyfriends and girlfriends are… But not.

"Pizza?" I said. It was the first food that I could think of. I was reeling from this whole spending-the-night-with-Keely deal.

"Fine," Keely said. She looked weird. Sad? Confused? Angry? Some girls-only emotion I can't figure out?

"What's wrong, Keel?" I asked. I knew she'd say nothing. She always does. What a mystery.

"Nothing," Keely said. Yeah, right, I was thinking. "How's your foot?"

I looked at my foot. I wanted to just cut it off and be done with it. First my stupid four toes get me into 21st-century trouble and now my whole foot. What's next? My head? "It's better. I can wiggle my toes. I think it's just gonna be sore..." That's what I told her but I was thinking something more along the lines of Keely, earlier at the lake with the champagne and when I kissed you and the whole bathing-suit-strap slip and touching you thing… I was in heaven. It was the biggest thrill of my life until now. But you're everything to me and if I screw it up and get things wrong, I'll never forgive myself… But, of course, all I could do was reach over and put my hand on Keely's knee. It was very, I don't know, chaste. Almost grandmotherly. Lame, in other words. I'm so bad at all this stuff. "Are you sure you're okay with me staying over, Keel? I mean I can call Dad back—" Please say yes, please say yes, I thought.

"I want you to stay, Phil," Keely said. "It'll be fun." She looked at me and I looked at her. Her lips were wet.

I could have turned cartwheels if my foot didn't hurt. "It will be fun," I said. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Now about that pizza..." I was trying to be all normal and cool like 'I stay here all the time, no big swig.'

Keely called for the pizzas from the kitchen phone. I remembered I still hadn't showered… Already a big strike against me. I didn't have any clothes at Keely's, but I had the Wizard. "Hey Keel, any chance I could, uh, borrow your shower?" I called. She didn't answer, so I kind of stood up all wobbly and made my way to the hall where Keely's room and bathroom are. I had to hop on my good foot, so it's a good thing this is a one-story house… Anyway, so I get in there. Her bedroom is incredible. It's just so girly. Pink, pink, and more pink. Perfume and makeup and… stuff. Everywhere. Dolls and teddy bears and flowers and a big fluffy bed. Which is where I went. I got on her bed. Is that completely weird? Probably. But I couldn't resist. It's like a cloud. I had been in Keely's room plenty of times, but now I was entering some kind of Keely fortress. I put my face in her pillow and just breathed it in. I am officially losing it. When I came to my senses, I zapped myself some clean clothes with my Wizard. Boxers, t-shirt, jeans, socks, shoes. I left them on the bed and hobbled to the bathroom attached to Keely's room. I turned the shower on and took off my shirt. Then I thought I heard someone come in.

"Keely?" I called, poking my head out of the bathroom door. Her back was to me. She was looking at something on the bed. My underwear was on the bed. Great.

"Phil, how did you get all the way here without my help?" She asked me, turning around, grinning... Oh, Keely. You make me so crazy. That face.

"I hopped," I said.

"You should have let me help you," she play-scolded me. "The pizza'll be here in thirty. I'm picking out movies," she said. "Requests?"

"Um, something funny. Definitely," I said. I really didn't care. I knew I'd be too nervous to watch anything but her.

"Wedding Crashers? Freaky Friday? The Lost Pony Part 3?" she said, holding up the DVDs and wrinkling her adorable nose. I noticed that the top button on her PJs was undone. I tried not to look. I really tried. But I might have seen something. A tiny sliver of—Phil! I willed myself not to look. It wasn't easy. I'm a guy. Via said these feeling were okay. It's Keely. I'm willing myself not to look at the undone-button-area of her bunny-covered pajama shirt. But I can't stop. It's like some kind of gravitational pull on my eyeballs. "Phil?" Keely said. I momentarily looked at her eyes. "Is there something on me?"

"Huh?" I was totally busted.

"You were staring at my shirt, Phil," she said. Then she turned and looked at herself in the mirror above her dresser. "Crap."

"What?" I said. I hoped she wouldn't notice the button.

"A button fell off. These are my faves," she said, poking out her lip. I could see her face in the reflection. We made eye contact that way. It's funny to be looking at someone's back and face at the same time.

"Well, uh, it doesn't matter," I said. What's that supposed to mean?

"To you it doesn't matter. But these are the adorablest blue-and-yellow bunny pajamas ever, Phil," She said, facing me for real this time, holding shut the missing-button area with one hand. Damn.

"Adorablest, Keel. Just change. You can fix them later," I said, then I shut the door. The thought of Keely Teslow changing her clothes right there in the next room was too much. The shower had steamed up the tiny bathroom. I could barely see where the bathtub was. I turned back to the door. It was the gravitational pull. It's just too much for one man to take. I turned the doorknob. I opened the door less than a centimeter. One eye was all I needed. I peered into Keely's pink room. There she was, facing her bed. Unbuttoning. My heart was on turbo. I thought my eye would pop out of my eye socket like on Wiley Coyote cartoons. I felt my mouth hanging open. I couldn't tear myself away. She slid the pajama shirt off. Really. I'm not kidding. All the way off. She tossed it on the bed with my stuff. This is really wrong, Phil, I thought. Really, really wrong. This is why you're in this mess. Because you can't control yourself. Look at what you're doing. And this was only Keely's back. Her back made me this crazy. I memorized it in those few seconds. The way her shoulder blades poked out like baby bird wings.

I shut the door. I had to take a shower. It was so steamy in there, the floor was slippery. I fell. Of course. Second time that night. Crash. Bam. Boom. It was loud. Canisters of face gunk and jars of Q-tips and cottonballs went flying. On my way down I grabbed the shower curtain. It ripped off the rod. A towel flew into the toilet. Jugs of Keely-scented shampoo and conditioner and body wash clunked into the bathtub. I lay there on the soft pink bathmat. Keely opened the door. I closed my eyes. Does it get worse than this?

"Oh my gosh," she said, smothering laughter. I looked at her. She had on a new pair of pajamas, this time pink-and-purple kittens. Still adorable. "Are you okay?" She had to cover her mouth to hold in the laughs.

I couldn't say anything. It was totally pointless. I had watched her take her shirt off and this is what I deserved. Humiliation. Keely knelt down, picking the Q-tips off me.

"You didn't hurt your foot again, did you?" she said.

"By some miracle, no, I didn't," I said. I tried to sit up. She pulled soggy cottonballs off my chest. Thank God I still had on my swimsuit. Keely leaned into the shower and turned off the water. I just sat there. She re-hung the curtain and collected all the bottles from the bathtub. She was really trying not to laugh. I finally caught her eyes. "Keels. You're allowed to laugh," I said. And she did. Boy did she laugh. Like a monkey in the zoo.

"Woo," she said, blowing stray hair from her face. "Okay, now that I got that out, I'll leave you alone. Just shower and by then the pizza should be here and we can start a movie. Maybe Bathroom Crashers?"

She thought that was really funny. And it would have been if I wasn't the one on the bathroom floor. I grabbed her ankles and threatened to pull her down with me.

"Oh no you don't, Diffy," she said, giggling. "I know where you live." I let her go and she patted my head then went back into her bedroom. The steam was clearing up, finally. I lay there a little longer just thinking about what I had seen moments before. Phil Diffy, I thought, You've got it bad.