Title: Falling Through

Author: alienangel19852003

Summary: Phil and Keely are best friends, and they've been that way for three years. Despite the fact that both of them want to be so much more. Keely decides to go out with someone else just to shake Phil up so that he'll admit his feelings, it ends up scarring the both of them more than they can ever imagine. The secret they have to live with ends up bringing them closer than ever.

Rating: M, rape, violence, teen partying, teen pregnancy.

Disclaimer: I do not own POTF, I cannot stress that enough. Title comes from Over My Head (Cable Car)by the Fray.

Author's Note: The plot bunnies in my head won't let me sleep, i stayed up all night last night working on the first chapter of this story, and tonight i went out and got drunk, but not drunk off my ass drunk. However i still made out with my Ricky Ullman poster, so i'm pretty plastered. Sorry for all the spelling mistakes, let me know and i'll fix them. It is now three thirty in the morning and i only got four hours of sleep last night, so after posting this i'm going to go to bed and hope for reviews. If i get five i'll definetly update tommorrow if not i'll work on another one of my stories that needs updating. Pray for the soul of the POTF plotbunnies that live in my head.

"A stranger I could disengage"

Phil was about to go and lay on the picnic table and stare into the sun hoping it would explode and suck the world into a parallel universe or at the very least make him go blind.

However, he didn't get far enough to do that. He stopped short when he saw a girl dangling from a tree branch upside down in Hackett's yard.

"Hi," she said smiling brightly, her short brown hair dancing around her face.

Phil cocked his head to the side to gaze at her; this was truly turning out to be a really weird day, weirder than when he put sausage in the toaster.

"Hey…" he said.

"You must be Phil…" she stated before flipping down from the tree.

Phil got a flash of the metal chains on her pants glittering in the summer sun before she landed on her feet.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" he asked peering over the fence.

"My uncle told me a lot about you."

"Uh oh…if Vice Principal Hackett is your uncle I can only imagine the things he's said." Phil said dryly.

She smirked, "I'm Alicia, Alicia Hackett."

"Nice to meet you." He said.

Just when he thought the girl couldn't do anything else to surprise him, she climbed over the fence.

"You realize there is a gate…" he said.

"Didn't feel like walking around." She said the chains on her pants clanging together when she landed on her feet yet again, "What's the point of being in the boondocks and you can't climb trees and jump fences?" she asked.

Phil had never thought of Pickford as the boondocks so he shrugged, "Most girls don't do things like that."

"I'm not most girls." She smirked, her hazel eyes gleamed with some thing that made Phil slightly afraid.

Phil forgot about being depressed for a few moments he wanted to figure out this girl, he liked mysteries, he just didn't want to date one.

"You seem kind of down." Alicia said searching his eyes, "Bad day?"

"That's an understatement. Bad day, bad week, bad year, horrible existence."

"Uh huh…Girl trouble." She said.

"In order to have girl trouble, one must have a girl if I have the specifics correct." Phil said.

"Definite girl trouble." She smirked.

"Well, I have this friend. More like had this friend, who is a girl. She isn't talking to me right now she's with this other guy. I didn't think this would happen, I thought we'd just eventually get together." Phil said he couldn't believe he was talking to a complete stranger about his relationship with Keely.

"You must really like this girl," Alicia smirked opening a pack of cigarettes, "Want a smoke?"

"Nah, that stuff will kill ya." He told her.

"Gonna die anyway, sure as you're born." She stated.

"Yeah, I have feeling it'll be more than a hundred years before that happens to me." Phil told her.

She shrugged, "You don't mind if I smoke?"

"It's your lungs." He told her, he'd had this argument many times with Via who insisted on lighting up at every party they went to.

She shrugged, "Well second hand smoke is a killer to are you sure you wanna be breathing near me."

"The way I feel, a little second hand death might not be so bad." Phil scowled, the novelty of the weird Hackett girl had worn off and his thoughts were back to Keely, she was probably making out with Bruno in her driveway.

The thought was enough to make him want to go get some rope, hanging himself sounding like a really good idea. He had nothing without Keely; he didn't know why the transition from friends to lovers was so hard for him. Maybe it was the fear of rejection, or it could be the fact that it was just so much easier to be friends. But he had to go and fall in love with the girl.

"Phil? Did you hear what I said?" Alicia said, and Phil could only see Keely when he looked up, though the two were nothing alike, physically or otherwise.

Alicia was short, and tiny, even smaller than Keely who was really thin. She dressed like Avirl Lavigne on ecstasy. Her hair was much darker and way shorter than Keely's and her eyes were a wicked shade they seemed to change color every few minutes.

"What no… Sorry…" Phil apologized, he was getting that a lot lately.

"I love that girl," he blurted.

"Why don't you tell her?" Alicia asked a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"Because, it's complicated. She's with someone."

"There is nothing complicated about anything, people who over think things make it difficult. The Dawson Learys and Peyton Sawyers of the world make life hard for the rest of us." Alicia told him, he didn't know who she was talking about, or what she meant.

"I take it you don't watch too much TV, those are two of the biggest primetime teen dramas since 90210." She stated.

"I've never heard of any of that, we don't have cable." Phil told her.

"Forgive me, I'm a writer. I love TV shows that are over analytical and over thought. But I don't live my life that way, I can't it's too hard being here than to keep fucking it all up if you know what I mean." Alicia said.

Phil nodded he was much too analytical for his own damn good maybe he shouldn't go by what he knew or what he thought, but how he felt about something.

"Time is a precious commodity Phil; you never have enough of it. You should tell this girl how you feel even if you think it might mess up things with her and this guy. It's what I did. And I'm glad I told the person I loved how I felt, now that there gone. I can take comfort in the fact that they knew." Alicia said, her eyes now a stormy blue and clouded with tears.

"I'm sorry, I guess I think too much." Phil said.

"Yeah. I don't thinking about what you're going to do is overrated, my philosophy is that you can do your thinking in jail." Alicia let out a maniacal laugh, which lead Phil to believe she was fucking crazy.

"I guess you're right," he said flowing as he thought it over.

"You're doing it again!" she shouted, "You're thinking too much! Here take this, listen to the next to last song." She said handing him homemade pink CD in an orange case.

"What is it?" he asked wrinkling his nose in the way that made Keely always say he was cute as button.

"Fall Out Boy. The best freaking band ever." She told him.

"Pim, my little sister likes them, he explained."

"I see you as more of a James Blunt, Damien Rice, and Dashboard Confessional kind of guy."

"I like a lot of different music, I'm really into Panic! At the Disco." Phil told her.

"I love them!" Alicia squealed before composing herself.

Phil laughed at her fan girl attitude.

They were talking about music and leaning close so he could see the tattoo on her hip. To the casual observer would think they were flirting, but Phil only had eyes for Keely his mind always wandered back to her. He needed her, he missed talking to her, talking to Alicia was like filling space. It made things interesting for sure but she was no Keely.

After talking to Alicia the day went a little better, he'd even tried calling Keely but he couldn't get a hold of her and she wouldn't text back.

Keely kicked a paper bag down the block she'd ran until she got on Phil's street and stopped, she'd didn't want anyone to think she was too eager. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid or so desperate to go out with Bruno. He was a poor substitute for Phil, it was like dating a caveman, with really nice abs.

As soon as Bruno dropped her off she'd ran straight over to Phil's to tell him about the whole thing. She knew he would hug her and say something funny, and she'd kiss him on the lips instead of on the cheek. At least that was how she imagined it.

However, she did imagine that when she told Phil that Bruno wanted to date her it might stir him into action. Or he'd see her and Bruno walking down the hall at school and fly into a jealous rage and challenge Bruno to a duel or something classy and manly like that.

None of that happened though, she didn't know what made her think that things would go her way this time. She was more than surprised when she neared Phil's back gate to find him talking and laughing with some skanky girl dressed like an Avirl wannabe. To make matters worse the girl was a brunette.

She felt this horrible feeling the pit of her stomach, she was frozen there watching in horror as Phil talked and laughed with this girl, this girl who had waltzed in and took her place. She couldn't have imagined things to go more wrong, Phil probably thought she'd moved on.

She didn't like that at all. He was supposed to be her Philly-Willy, not this tattooed shank's new boy toy. Keely finally turned on her heel and started away with a heavy heart. If Phil could get a new gal friend she could have a guy friend. She went home and made a date with Bruno.

She ended up accompanying him to another team sponsored party. She was nothing more than arm candy like all the other girls. But it was better than moping over Phil, and laying around waiting for him to call.

Despite all the chest bumping and the beer bonging, Bruno was a perfect gentleman until he got her home. He walked her to the door and gave her a kiss goodnight. A kiss unlike anything she'd ever felt. It felt wrong, his hands pawing at her, and his tongue roughly pushing into her mouth.

She let him take her over, tears rolling down her cheeks. It shouldn't be like this she should be with Phil, he would kiss her tenderly, he wouldn't put his hands in places they shouldn't be on the first date. She knew it was wrong but she let him go on robbing her of her dignity with a single kiss.

"You're mine Keely." He said pulling away smirking as he gave her a quick spank on her ass leaving her dazed and confused as he walked to his car.

Everything in her was telling her not to see him again. Screaming at her telling her not to pick up her phone when he called. But she knew she would. She gulped and pulled out her key and unlocked her front door, it was theinevitability of life.