Chapter 6 - And my heartbeat's racing, 'cause loving you is beautiful

"Keely!" Mandy Teslow called up to her daughter, after she had let Phil into the house. "My, my, you're early today. I think Keely might still be in her room. Sleeping probably. She never was one to wake up on time."

Phil smiled. "I can imagine that."

"Keely Teslow, get your butt out of bed now!" Mandy called up the stairs. "I tell you what. Phil, you have my full permission, to go upstairs into my daughter's bedroom, and whack her with the nearest thing that you find."

Phil nodded, hoping that she was joking. He didn't want to whack Keely. With anything. "Um…okay Mrs Teslow."

He waited until Mandy had retired into the kitchen, and he heard the kettle going on, before going upstairs. He had never been upstairs in Keely's house without her being with him. Without her being awake. But he had Mrs Teslow's permission. So why did he feel guilty about being up here?

He knocked slowly on Keely's bedroom door. There was no answer. "Keels?" he whispered, as he pushed the door open slowly.

The first thing that struck him was the sheer mess of the room. It was like a hurricane had hit. Phil wrinkled his nose. He had been in this century for two years, and he still hadn't seen Keely wearing all of these things.

Then he looked over at Keely, who was lying, her eyes closed, her face framing her face beautifully. One arm was on her pillow, the other under her duvet, and she had pink pyjamas on. She looked so beautiful sleeping.

He was about to reach out and touch her face, when her eyes flickered open. A look of shock registered on her face, and she rolled over, forgetting that she was already on the edge.

"Flipping heck!" Keely cried, as she fell out of her bed onto the floor. Phil jumped back, before her body hit his foot, and tried to stifle a giggle.

"Phil, you scared the heck out of me!" Keely said, and stood up. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking before you come in?"

Phil managed to keep a straight face. "I did. You were in such a deep sleep you didn't hear me."

"Well I'm definitely not sleeping anymore," Keely said, rubbing her head where it had hit the floor.

"Well then my mission is accomplished," Phil laughed.

Keely put her hands on her hips. "Phil, get out into the damn hallway, and wait for me to get ready."

"Yes, you're Majesty," Phil bowed, and left the room.

Keely threw a top at him as he left, and then rolled her eyes. "So, you'd better have a reason for waking me up in that unorthodox way."

Phil leaned up against the door outside. "I do actually."

"Enlighten me," Keely said, as she pulled a pair of jeans out of her closet. She held them up against them, and then grimaced. "Hmm…I feel like wearing a skirt today. Phil, it's not raining, is it?"

Phil rolled his eyes. "No, Keely, it's California, four weeks before the holidays. I think it's safe to say that it won't be raining outside."

"Great!" Keely exclaimed, choosing to ignore the sarcasm in his voice. She looked around for her favourite skirt.

Phil laughed silently. She was so cute when she ignored what she didn't want to hear. "I wanted to ask you what you look for in a guy."

"What?" Keely screeched. "Not you too!"

Phil was confused. "What? Via asked me to ask you."

"Well, Owen asked me yesterday," Keely said, pulling the skirt over her thighs and then grabbed a hairbrush. "So why does everyone want to know all of a sudden?"

"Via told me it was for a Social Studies project," Phil said.

Keely scrunched up her eyes. "Um…Phil, Via came too late in the semester to join a social studies class."

Phil was shocked, and began to open the door. "Wha.."

"Stay out there!" Keely yelled.

Phil closed the door shocked. "What? But I told her…but…what?"

Keely laughed. "You fell for that? She told you that she had to hand in a social studies project, and so you spilled out your soul to her. Only you would fall for that Phil."

"Well it looks like you told everything to Owen," Phil remarked, causing Keely to stop laughing abruptly. "So I guess I'm not that stupid."

Keely folded her arms over her pyjama top. "Why would they want to know that though?"

"I have no idea," Phil said, tilting his head back onto the door.

Keely sighed. "I think I know…"

"Really?" Phil said, curious to why Via had been so desperate to know.

"Yeah. Let me talk to her," Keely groaned. She picked up a t-shirt off the floor, and pulled it over her head. "Phil, you can come in now."

Phil opened the door, and smiled at Keely, who was buttoning up a sheer shirt over her top. "You look nice."

"Thanks," Keely smiled. A compliment about her outfit wasn't as bad coming from Phil. It made her feel fuzzy inside for some reason.

"No problem," Phil said, and looked at his feet.

Keely looked embarrassed for a second, but then looked around her room and sighed. "This place is a tip. Mum'll go insane when she sees it."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Phil smiled, and pulled out his Wizrd.

Keely grinned. "Thanks Phil, I owe you one."

"Hey, you fell out of bed because of me. Call it even," Phil laughed.

Keely rolled her eyes. "It's not funny. My head kills. If I have concussion, I'm suing you."

"Yeah, right!" Phil laughed.


Via stood next to her locker, trying to outline the details of her plan. Unfortunately, they would have to work quickly, before Phil and Keely found out what they'd done. Otherwise it could all fall apart.

"Via!" Keely came running down the hallway. "I have a bone to pick with you."

Via gulped. The plan was falling in shreds around her already. "Oh yeah?"

"You quizzed Phil about his perfect girl, for 'social studies'. Vi, you don't take social studies. And Owen does the same to me, in a less subtle way. I want to know about it all. And how it ties in with the delusion you have that I am in love with Phil," Keely folded her arms across her green blouse.

Via knew it would be useless to protest. "Okay. I asked Phil, because I wanted to prove that I was right. And I was. You described Phil as your perfect guy. Well, according to Owen anyway."

Keely wanted to ask. She had to ask. And she knew how it would look, but she wanted to know. "And Phil?"

A knowing smile crossed Via's face. "He described his perfect girl as an exact replicate of you."

"Oh," Keely said. She was glad. Inside she was screaming. But the look on Via's face showed her that she may as well have been screaming. Apparently, her face gave it all away.

Via grinned. "I knew I was right!"

"Via…" Keely began.

"I knew I was right, but no, I was being delusional, and I was being stupid, seeing things that weren't there," Via ignored Keely.

Keely sighed. "Via, please…"

"It's always been obvious, and I knew, even when you told me I was wrong, but whatever…" Via kept going.

Keely groaned. "Via, will you just SHUT UP!"

"Sorry," Via apologised. Then she noticed the red bump on Keely's forehead. "Keely, what happened to your head?"

Keely reached up and felt the bump. "Oh, Phil made me fall out of bed."

"What?" Via exclaimed. "What was Phil doing in your room? And how did he make you fall out of bed? Keely?"

But Keely had already turned the corner. There was no way she was telling Via everything she wanted to know. Not in one day, anyway.

I'm sorry that Heal Over isn't working…if it still doesn't work later tonight, I'll delete it, and then re-post it. It's obviously working for some people, as I have a few reviews, but apparently not anymore.

And I hope you like this chapter. It seemed realistic to me. I like this one.