Chapter 15 – Playful Insults

That night, when they got home from the mall, Keely immediately changed into her pajamas and crawled in Phil's bed. She waited about fifteen minutes before asking Phil why he wouldn't come to bed with her.

"Because, I'm not tired. I can't believe you are at this time of night," he said.

"What? It's late, and this is my normal bedtime."

"Keel… it's 9:00. It's not late at all."

"Well… it's my normal bedtime," she repeated.

"And you said you hated your normal bedtime, right?" he said, pulling out his Wizrd.

"Yeah…" she said, awaiting an answer while eyeing his futuristic device.

"So, I'll use the Wizrd to make you awake. How does that sound?"

"Oh! I forgot about that!" she said, her eyes becoming wide with realization.

Phil snickered. "Typical blonde."

"Hey! I'm not that blonde, Phil… do you see me acting like Jessica Simpson over here?" she asked sarcastically.

"Hey… she's hot!" he said, making Keely glare at him.

"Philip Diffy!" she exclaimed, playfully punching his shoulder.

"What? I'm not saying blonde like it's a bad thing… that was a compliment."

"How so? I don't see how it could be a compliment, Phil," she said.

"Okay… I said she was hot, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Okay… so, if you're acting just like her, then you're hot too," he said.

"But you never said that I acted just like her," she said.

Phil looked at the wall for a moment, in thought. "Okay… my bad. I neglected to mention that you were acting like her."

"Oh… well, thank you, then!" she said.

"You're welcome, Keel," he said, zapping her with the Wizrd.

"I won't get hyper off of that, will I?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like… will it make me overly awake and make me bouncing-off-the-wall-like?" she asked.

"Keel… that would be overly tired and needing sleep urgently…" he said.

Keely didn't say anything. She just looked away, trying not to smile.

"There you go again!"

"Hey, it's hot, remember?" she said, looking at him innocently.

Phil laughed. Then he said, "So… whatcha wanna do?"

"We could get online. Or watch a movie. Or something else that I haven't thought of yet," he said.

"I say we watch a movie," she said, running downstairs. Phil blinked, for she scared him at her sudden burst of speed, and shut off his Wizrd and followed her.

"Okay… so what type of movie are we watching?" Phil said.

"Not anything scary, you know I hate scary movies," she said.

"Yeah… they're okay. But anyway, it doesn't matter to me… but I vote comedy."

"Or romance."

"Sure, that's fine… yeah, that's totally fine."

Keely looked at him quizzically. "Are you sure, Phil? 'Cause you sure don't seem like it."

"No, I'm serious. I just had to think about it for a second."

"Well… okay. Then let's watch A Cinderella Story."

"Alright. That's fine."

Phil was actually quite glad that she had picked a romance movie, because he was looking forward to holding her hand throughout the whole thing. Fortunately, that's just what happened.

About an hour into the movie, Phil grabbed Keely's hand and gently started stroking it. She looked up at him a few times, and he at her, and they smiled and shared a kiss. Then Keely started to hesitantly lay her head down on his lap.

"Keely, go ahead. Really."

They smiled at each other for what seemed like hours, but was really only brief seconds, and she lay down on his lap and looked up at him, not paying any attention at all to the movie that was playing. Then he motioned for her to get up so that he could lie down. He was up against the back of the couch now, his head resting on one of the arms, and Keely wormed into him and he laid his hand on her hip, and instantly, she felt like melting.

"Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Phil grinned and started to blush, but luckily, in the darkened room, Keely didn't notice.

"I love you too, Keel," he said, kissing her neck. Then he kissed her lips, and she gratefully gave in, blushing also.

After the movie, Phil turned out all the lights and carried Keely up the stairs and to his room, laying her down on his bed.

Keely, still being 100 conscious, said, "Phil… do you know how sweet you are?"

"No… should I?"

"Well… I guess not… I know you are."

"Well that's all that's important to me," he said. She looked at him, this time not smiling; but rather a look that said, "I love you," that he had never really seen a girl make before.

"What does that look mean?"

"It means… well… wait… I didn't know that I was giving you a look," she replied.

"Well, you are," he said.

"Oh… well I was gonna say… actually, I don't know what I was gonna say, actually. I'm speechless."

"That's all I wanted to hear, Keel," he said, taking off his shirt and pants and jumping into the bed with Keely.

"That reminds me… I need to change, too," she said, getting up out of the bed, undressing, and putting her pajamas on. It wasn't until she was all done that she caught Phil watching her every move.

"Philip Diffy, were you looking again?"

"Maybe…" he said, making his hand in the shape of a halo.

"Oh, you're no angel, Phil," she teased, crawling into bed with him and looking into his eyes.

"How do you know?"

"I've known you for five years… that's how I know."

"Good point."

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Phil brought up another conversation.

"Well… only 4 more days until you leave…" he sighed.

Keely swallowed the lump in her throat and replied, trying to sound casual, "Yeah."

Phil could tell she wasn't happy, either, because as soon as she said that, she had grabbed onto his shirt and tried to snuggle with him, and he had felt a tear land on his arm. He put his arm around her, trying to comfort her, but didn't say anything at the thought of upsetting her more. Their conversation ended at that.

Neither of them said anything the rest of the night. Phil quietly zapped Keely with the Wizrd, and then did himself, and they both fell asleep, his arm still securely wrapped around his girl.

End of Chapter 15