Chapter 2
Keely walked out of the burger bar, and inhaled the fresh air. It was cool out here, even though it was one of the hottest days of the year. Anything would have been cooler than behind that furnace.
She tore the bow from around her waist, and tried to make herself look half decent.
"Cute," a voice from behind her made her jump.
"Phil? What the hell do you think you're doing making me jump like that? I thought someone was stalking me!" Keely cried, pulling the black shoes from her feet.
"If you thought it was a stalker, you would be halfway to your house by now," Phil said, taking the ribbon from her. "I'll hold your pretty ribbon."
"You can shove it up your butt, for all I give about it," Keely said, pulling her hair out of the two pigtails she had been told to put it in.
"Now, now, Keely. Let's not get angry. The ribbon did nothing wrong."
"It made me look like a idiot all day," Keely cried, and began walking down the street.
Phil laughed, and wrapped the ribbon round his hand. He had left Owen and Via in the burger bar, because when he saw Keely leaving, he didn't really want to stay anyway.
"Nice accessorizing," Keely commented, as they walked away from the restaurant.
"I know," Phil smiled, and then posed, trying to act like the women on the cover of the magazines his Mom was forever reading. He failed.
"I'd prefer it if you never did that again," Keely said, and then turned the corner, finally feeling free from the awful place she had been in all day.
"Yeah…" Phil said, unravelling the ribbon, and holding it out for Keely to take back.
She took it, and shoved it in her black bag. If it were up to her, she'd never look at the damned ribbon ever again, but she still had to attend next week. And the week after. And the week after. And the week after, until she managed to convince her mother that a Saturday job was the wrong way to go. And it was.
"So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" Phil asked, aware that ever since he had discovered that he liked Keely as more than a friend, things had been the slightest bit strained between them.
"Um…" Keely considered the options. "Well, we could go to the movies…"
"Seen all the decent ones in the cinema," Phil squashed the idea. "And even some of the chick-flicks."
Ignoring Phil's last comment, Keely carried on. "Um…mall?"
"So you can drag me into more clothing stores, and try on more clothes, and ask me to make more decisions about what looks good on you?" Phil asked.
"Well, I may as well not. You always say 'it looks nice'. How is that supposed to help me?" Keely exclaimed.
"And how is learning how to help you pick clothes, going to help me?" Phil asked.
"Didn't they tell you not to answer a question, with a question in the future?" Keely asked, making sure that there was nobody around to hear it. Except Phil.
"Nope," Phil grinned, knowing that it would make Keely annoyed.
"Well they totally should've!" Keely cried, hitting him on the arm.
Phil rolled his eyes, as the familiar houses lining Keely's street came into view.
"Home," Keely sighed. "After being behind that horrible fryer all day. I cannot stand that place!"
"Really? Could have fooled me," Phil said sarcastically. "Kidding! You could totally tell."
Keely groaned. "Phil, can you please help me get out of this stupid Saturday job? It sucks. I'm going to go insane. Plus, you have no idea how many creepy people go into that burger bar. And there's all these old guys telling me I'm hot. And there's these kids who yell at me. And I don't like it!" She drove her foot into the ground.
"Keely…Keel…simmer," Phil tried to calm his best friend down. She was really mad at this.
He hadn't been all too thrilled when she had told them that her mom had demanded that she get a Saturday job. It meant spending less time with her. Okay, so they spent pretty much all their time together, but he lost a whole five hours with her. Five hours. They could watch like, three movies in that time.
"Phil, after I'm changed, do you wanna go to the park or something?" Keely asked, calming down.
"Yeah," Phil smiled. "I'd like that."
Keely grinned. "Okay. Well, I have to get changed first."
"And I was just getting used to your Betty Boop look," Phil remarked, sarcastically.
"Well, I'll be wearing it next Saturday," Keely said, her calmness fading away. "And then the next Saturday. And every Saturday after that, until I'm sixty! Because I have no life!"
And she stalked off inside leaving Phil standing outside her house, wondering what the heck he was supposed to do now.
Okay, it's taken longer than expected. And I'm so sorry. But I've been busy revising, and then updating my journal, and the time just seemed to fade away very slowly. But hopefully, I'll be updating again soon. Fingers crossed.
