Chapter 5 - You're always trying to figure out, what I am all about
"Phil!" Via called from across the hallway.
Phil turned, and seeing it was Via, he grinned. "Sorry. Didn't know who it was."
"Who else do you know with an English accent?" Via said rolling her eyes. "Honestly, sometimes you're as bad as Owen."
Phil smacked the sides of his mouth. "Oh no, say it's not so!"
Via smiled. "Look, can you tell me something?"
"Well…that all depends," Phil said.
Via folded her arms across her chest. "Depends on what?"
"On what I get out of telling you it," Phil said copying her poise.
"Well…" Via thought, trying to think what he'd get out of it. She didn't want to tell him that he'd get Keely, because that would ruin the whole thing. "Um…I tell you what, I'll be Owen's lab partner for the rest of the semester."
Phil grimaced. "Well, it also depends on what you want me to tell you. There are some things in my mind that are worth more than that."
"I want you to tell me if you, like someone. I don't need to know who it is. I just need to know if you, you know, fancy anybody," Via got to the point.
"I'm sorry. I don't part with confidential information like that," Phil said, and turned away.
Via groaned. "Why will nobody tell me this stuff?"
Phil looked at her as he put his old class books in his locker. "Why do you need to know?"
"For a project. For social studies. We never had to do social studies in England, so I kind of suck at it. I only have to find out what type of girl you like, and then I'm gonna hand that in. Who cares if I get a C, right?" Via smiled.
Phil closed his locker. "Okay. What do you want to know?"
"The types of things you look for in girls. That sort of stuff," Via said. "Thanks Phil. I owe you."
Phil nodded. "Yes. You do."
Via produced a sheet of paper, and got out a pen. "Fire away. So, Phil, looks or personality?"
"Personality," Phil said, leaning against his locker.
Via waved her hand. "Specific, please…"
"Well, they have to be funny. Make me laugh. And they have to be nice. Because if they were a mass murderer, I don't think I'd agree to go out with them," Phil grinned.
Via laughed. "I dunno. If they were cute maybe…"
"I hope that was a joke," Phil said. "Um…I'd like her to be unafraid to be herself. If they were a clone of every other girl, then I'd be sort of unsure. And they have to know what they're good at. And I hate girls who complain about being fat, or being unable to do something. Someone kind of clever. They don't have to be Einstein, but they have to be able to string a sentence together."
Via jotted this down. "And looks? I mean, they can be open to change, but what would you pick right now?"
"Um…" Phil thought for a minute. "Green eyes. They look so cool. And blonde hair. It makes a change from the plain blonde-blue combination."
Via smiled secretly. He had described Keely perfectly. "Anything else?"
"Yeah," Phil grinned. "Not too much make-up. It makes girls look a bit weird if they have 10 inches of the stuff on their faces."
"Okay," Via said, and finished writing it down. "Thank you so much Phil! I totally owe you. Anytime you need anything!"
Phil grinned. "I'll take you up on that."
"Thank you again!" Via said, and ran down the hallway. When she turned the corner, she stopped, and looked at the piece of paper. "Phil Diffy, you so like Keely."
"Keels!" Owen said, walking into the Broadcast Room. "Whoa. What'cha doing?"
Keely looked up from where she was hunting the floor. "Looking for a piece of paper. If Phil finds it…"
"What?" Owen asked.
Keely looked up at him. "What, what?"
Owen tilted his head to one side. "What will Phil do if he finds it?"
"Nothing," Keely said quickly, and sat up. "What do you want Owen?"
Owen thought for a minute. "I have no idea…"
"Okay," Keely said. "So, why don't you go have no idea, somewhere that isn't here."
"Huh?" Owen scratched his head. "Oh, wait a minute…Can you answer a few questions?"
"It depends what they are," Keely said, and stood up. She was obviously not going to find that piece of paper while Owen was here.
Owen sat down on the couch in the middle of the room. "Well, I was wondering, if you wanted to go out sometime…"
If Keely hadn't been suspicious already, she probably would have strangled Owen until she found out who had set him up. "Thanks for the offer Owen, but no thank you."
"Oh. Okay," he said, and then sat, biting his nails.
Now Keely knew for sure that something weird was up. Owen never just let it go. He would persist, and persist until you either killed yourself, or killed him. "So…you said questions. Plural. Do you have any other questions, or was it just an Owen moment?"
"Oh no, I have other questions. So, you won't go out with me?" Owen asked once more.
Keely shook her head. "Not in this lifetime, or any other for that matter."
"Right. So what kind of guy would you go out with?" Owen asked. Subtlety wasn't Owen's strong point.
"Um…can you try that one again?" Keely asked, not sure what or why Owen was asking her.
Owen shrugged. "What do you look for in a guy? Do they have to be handsome? Or geeky? Or funny? Or boring? I need the details, dude."
"Um…and why do you need to know?" Keely said, sitting down on the coffee table.
"Jeez, I was just asking!" Owen exclaimed.
Keely rolled her eyes. "Fine. Um…well…I like people who make me laugh. If they're boring as a stick, I would just have to kill myself. And they'd have to be nice. Because there is no way I would go out with a murderer. They might murder me next. You never know. I guess someone who's cute. Because if I married the guy, I wouldn't want to wake up and look at someone who had a uni-brow, and had more spots than a Dalmatian."
"Okay," Owen said slowly. "And what about looks? Any preferences?"
Keely smiled. Owen's dumbness made her smile. "Well, brown or blue eyes. And brown hair. Because blonde hair on me, and the guy would look pretty weird. I mean, brown hair on two people is okay, because the majority of people have brown hair. But blonde… Yeah, so brown hair. But to be honest, as long as they're nice, funny, and like me as much as I like them, it'll be perfect."
"Perfect, huh?" Owen grinned.
Keely looked at him. "Was that all?"
"Yeah," Owen nodded.
"Good," Keely said, and pulled him up, and pushed him out of the door.
Owen stopped just before Keely closed it. "Wait! So are you sure about not going out with me?"
"Never been more sure of anything in my life," Keely smiled, and then shut the door.
Owen smiled as he walked down the hallway. "Good, because I'm saving myself for Via."
Via sat in the deserted classroom, waiting for Owen. "Where is the doofus?" She got up, and opened the door, to look out.
"Via!" Owen cried as he walked down the hallway. "Sorry I'm late, I got carried away talking to Keely."
Via pulled him into the classroom. "Owen, what did you find out?"
"Nu-uh…you first," Owen grinned.
"Whatever," Via said, pulling out the piece of paper se had reported her findings on. "Read it."
Owen took it and screwed up his eyes as he read it.
Via rolled her eyes. "Give it back. Basically he said that his perfect girl, is Keely."
"Well, Keely said her perfect guy is Phil," Owen summed up.
Via nodded. "I knew it."
Owen sat down on the chair next to her, and put his head on his palm. "So, what do we do?"
"Hmm…" Via pressed her lips together. "Well…we know that they like each other. We knew before. It was obvious. Now we need to get them together."
Owen shrugged. "Are you sure they won't do it on their own?"
"Positive," Via nodded.
And if they wouldn't get their act together on their own, then someone needed to do it for them. And Via was going to be that someone.
This chapter took me like, a week to write…wow. That might not seem long to you, but it is to me, and it's still not right in my mind. Maybe it won't be in yours, but to me it's not right.
