Chapter 3 - Both of us broken, caught in a moment

"Pass the popcorn," Keely said, stuffing the last of her handful into her mouth.

Phil handed her the bowl, not taking his eyes off the television screen. After the fight, both Phil and Keely hadn't felt like cooking, so they delved into their cupboards, and found crisps, popcorn and chocolate. Then they settled down to watch all of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. In ascending order. They were only on the second one.

"Phil? Hello?" Keely waved her hand in front of his face, and watched as he blinked slowly, twice. She rolled her eyes, and looked around the room, searching for something to grab his attention. Then she realised that she was holding an almost-full bowl of popcorn in her hands. She picked it up, and without hesitation, dumped the entire contents over his head.

"What?" he yelped, as popcorn rained down on him. "Keely!"

She shrugged. "You were ignoring me. I don't like being ignored."

"Um…we were watching the movie," Phil gestured to the television screen, where the final scene was just beginning. "And after that, you had about ten seconds to talk to me, before I put on the third one."

Keely rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth to say something clever back. But before she had the chance to, the doorbell rang. "Stay right there."

"Gladly," Phil said, brushing the popcorn out of his hair, and turning back to the TV.

Keely got up, and padded to the door, running a hand through her hair. It had gotten rumpled, lying in the same position for about five hours. Pirates of the Caribbean. Two hours long. Well, about. You put on all the films, and there's the whole night, gone.

She picked up the key, and shoved it in the lock, yawning. Taking a glance at the clock in the hallway, she saw that it was midnight. And they still had another film to watch. Phil wouldn't go to sleep until he had seen it.

She unlocked the door, and pulled it open, waiting to see who was standing outside her door at midnight.

"Do you have any idea what time -" she began, but then stopped dead.

There was nobody there.

"Phil, the doorbell rang, right?" she called through to the living room.

Phil grunted, and stopped the DVD. "Yeah."

"I thought it did as well," she wondered, and leaned out of the door, trying to see if anyone was there.

Satisfied that there was nobody there, she shook her head and closed the door, making sure to lock it again. Then she padded back through to the room, where the title page to Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End had just popped up.

"Who was it?" Phil asked, pressing play on the machine, and then reclaiming his place on the couch.

Keely shrugged. "No one. They probably ran away. Kids, messing around."

"Okay," Phil said. Then he extended his arm, and invited Keely to lie next to him. "You ready for this?"

Keely laughed, and sat down again, snuggling up. "Just about."

"Just about?" Phil queried.

Keely nodded, reached over, and picked a piece of popcorn off of Phil's shirt. Then she put it in her mouth. "Okay. Ready."

Phil laughed, and turned his attention back to the movie.

"That better not have been yesterday's shirt Phil Diffy," Keely threatened, but then joined Phil in watching the movie.

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He watched as she opened the door. He looked upon the face of the woman he had so nearly married. But then she had thrown it back in his face. Forced him to go to a place he didn't feel that he deserved to go. He didn't hurt her. Well, only when she deserved being hurt.

He heard her call that scumbag that convinced her to leave him. The guy that she had grown up with. The guy that she had gone off with, as soon as he was in custody. In fact, Dean was sure that she had set him up. Just so she could go off and marry that…that…person.

He heard him reply.

He watched her lean out of the door. He had wanted to grab her right there. Wanted to make her pay right there and then. But he had resisted. Good things came to those who waited.

Then, he watched as she sighed and went back in. Heard the door click. Knew that she was in her house, and wasn't coming back out that night.

Well, not yet anyway.

Now all he had to do, was wait. Wait for the opportune moment.

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"Keels?" Phil said, turning away from the movie. The credits had just begun rolling, and he hadn't heard a word from Keely. Since the movie had started. He looked down at her, and saw that she was sleeping.

He admired her for a minute. Watched her chest rise and fall. Watched her blonde hair fall, suddenly, to cover her eyes. He watched as she slept, and smiled.

He couldn't imagine how anyone like Dean could have hurt her. She was special. She was beautiful. Dean was lucky to have had her. Yet he didn't appreciate that. So, now she was gone from his life. And Phil had noticed a difference. He tried to thin about how he would feel if he were Dean. Well, if he were Dean, he wouldn't have ever hurt Keely. He wouldn't have even considered hitting her. But if Keely ever decided to leave him…he didn't think he would manage it.

The doorbell rung, and Phil wrinkled his nose. Three o'clock in the morning, and someone was ringing their doorbell. Taking a brief glance at Keely, he was glad to see that the doorbell had not aroused her from her slumber.

Slowly, he prised himself from Keely and then as quietly as he could, he walked over to the door, unlocking it quickly.

No one was there.

For the second time that night, the doorbell of the Diffy/Teslow household had rung, yet when answered, nobody had been there.

Phil sighed, and closed the door. But, just as he was about to lock it, the bell rang again.

Which meant, when Phil had answered the door the first time, the ringer of the doorbell must have been in close vicinity.

Phil opened the door again, ready to yell at the person who was doing this.

But, once again, nobody there.

But there was something. A white piece of paper. Phil bent down, and picked it up, unfolding it as he did so.

One look at what it said, made his blood run cold. But then, the ice his blood had turned into boiling water, and he leant out of the door.

"I know you're there. And I'm warning you. You won't get anywhere near Keely!"

Then, the door was slammed shut, and the key turned.

The man in the bushes only laughed.

Hope it's satisfactory. It probably isn't. It probably sucks.

Okay, so I used Pirates of the Caribbean, because I am SO psyched about the new one coming out! It's not out yet though…

And the name for the third movie, is not definite. It's been listed as this on IMDb, but I know that it's been changed at least once already, so it definitely could change again.

Well anyway, enough about POTC…review!

Omg, I just noticed that POTC is like POTF, just spelt with a C….

Interesting.

Well, it's not actually, but it's random. And I like being random.