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Okay, so next chapter…

Chapter 3

Phil rolled his eyes and sat down on Keely's front porch. It gave him a good chance to think about stuff that had been bugging him lately, without Pim being able to read his mind. Like, school, homework, his undying love for his best friend…stuff like that.

He tried to pinpoint the exact second he had fallen for Keely.

He thought it was the day of the Pickford Tomato Fight. And she had told him her deepest darkest secret.

"Sometimes, I dream I'm married to Mr Potato Head and we live in a big condo in California and I want to be a doctor but he wants me to stay at home and look after our five spuds," Keely said, rocking her arms like she has holding a baby.

"So…why are you telling me this?" Phil asked.

"Because. It's my deepest, darkest secret. And because I know what's going on," Keely explained, walking toward him.

Phil looked confused.

"I found this in the goop," Keely said, holding up the model toe that had caused all of the trouble that afternoon.
Phil panicked. "What? It's…it's not mine!"
Keely raised her eyebrows, and then read an inscription on the back of the toe. "Property of P. Diffy? Look Phil, so what? You have four toes," she sat down next to him. "You don't have to hide things from me."

"Really?" Phil smiled. Maybe it would all be okay….

"Yeah. You spent the last three days, lying and acting all weird, and throwing tomatoes at me just because of a…pinky toe?" Keely asked, looking confused.

"Does feel kinda good to get my toe off my chest," Phil joked, and looked sideways at Keely, who was laughing.

"Phil. You're my best friend. Just promise me, no more secrets. You and I are on a…100 honesty pact. Deal?"

"Deal," Phil agreed, shaking his best friend's hand.

Keely grinned, and got up to leave.

"Wait. Uh, there's one more thing," Phil said, looking worried as he got up.

"What is it? Don't worry!" Keely reassured him, turning round, and walking back toward him.

Phil sighed. "The reason I have four toes, is because…where I'm from, everyone does."

Keely looked confused.

"I grew up over one hundred years from now," Phil blurted out, biting his lip. "I'm from the future."

His cell phone ringing snapped him out of his memory. He flipped it open. He still thought communicating by Wizrd was easier, but none of his friends had one of them. Duh.

"Phil, aren't you coming in?" Keely said, on the other end of the phone.

Phil wrinkled his nose. "Aren't you paying for this call?"

"Yeah," Keely said, a-matter-of-factly.

"Then why didn't you just stick your head out of the window and yell. It would have saved money," Phil stated, confused.

He heard Keely sigh. "Yeah, because I've just straightened my hair, and I'm gonna lean out of the window, into the wind, where my hair is going to go haywire. Come on Phil…"

"You're right. I mean, I'd rather have perfect hair, than lean out the window. Even though, I'm going to be coming out into the wind in a minute," Phil rolled his eyes, even though Keely couldn't see him.

"I heard that! I heard you roll your eyes!" Keely exclaimed.

Phil raised his eyebrows. How the hell could anybody hear someone roll their eyes?

"Don't you raise your eyebrows at me, Phillip Diffy," Keely said. She might have been in a completely different room, but she knew Phil Diffy too well.

"Well, to answer the question that you rung me to ask, no, I'm not coming in. I don't really see the point. It's a beautiful day, and I'm sitting in the sun. And when you're ready, we're going to the park, and there we're going to be in the sun as well. So, get ready, and then get your butt down here, right now," Phil said, leaning back on the porch, propping an elbow on the wood.

He closed his eyes, waiting for Keely to answer. She didn't for a while. And when she did, her voice was closer than he expected.

He felt a breath on his ear, and then…

"Ready!" Keely yelled into his ear, causing Phil to sit up abruptly.

"Flipping heck Keely!" Phil cried, holding his right ear.

Keely just tilted her head, and smiled sweetly. "Let's go then."

Phil sighed, and got up, and they began walking down the street toward the park.

"So, do you like it?" Keely said, doing a twirl.

Phil squinted at her. "What? You're speaking in the ear that you just deafened."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you like it?" Keely cried into his ear, making him clap a hand to it again.

"Keely! Stop doing that!" Phil groaned.

Keely looked at him innocently. "I'm sorry. It's just, you said that you couldn't hear."

"Sarcasm. You might be familiar with the term," Phil stated, crossing his arms.

"I just might," Keely replied. "So, do you like it?"

Phil looked at Keely's outfit. A pink off-the-shoulder top, and jeans. "Yeah…why?"

"Frikin heck, can't I ask you if I look nice?" Keely asked. "Do you have to always be so suspicious?"

Phil nodded. "Yes. Anybody could be an FBI agent, just waiting to find a family from the future, to round up and put in a circus."

"Yeah. Because every FBI agent in 2006 is aching to find a family from the future," Keely rolled her eyes, and kicked a stone out of the path.

"You know what I mean," Phil sighed.

Keely laughed. "Yeah, right. Because I always know what you and Via are talking about. It sucks having two geniuses for friends."

"You have Owen," Phil said.

"Great consolation. I'm not smart enough to join in a conversation between Phil and Via. Not dumb enough to join a convo with Owen and his food."

Phil grimaced. "You noticed that he talks to his food?"

"Everyone notices that he talks to his food," Keely commented.

Phil nodded. "Right."

They walked through the huge gates into the Pickford Park. It was a really nice day, and being a Saturday, there were kids running around, and families having picnics on the grass.

"Scraps," Keely muttered. "We should have totally brought food with us. Can you believe, that I work in a frikin burger bar, yet I'm not allowed to eat even one chip?"

Phil laughed. "I don't think you're supposed to eat on the job, Keels."

"But I couldn't even get a drink. And it's like, 900 degrees behind that counter."

Phil shook his head. "It can't be. The melting point of aluminium is 900 degrees. And I didn't see the aluminium melting behind there."

"Oh, whatever. You weren't behind the frikin thing all day," Keely rolled her eyes. Trust Phil to be scientific.

"And if it makes you this cranky, I'm getting a Saturday job somewhere else," Phil smiled.

Keely sighed. "You do that then."

There was a few minutes of silence then. None of them really knew what to say to the other.

"Um…" Phil began, trying to work out what to say. "Do you want an ice cream?"

Thankfully, the ice cream van had just appeared around the corner, and he knew that Keely loved ice cream.

"Are you sure? Because I don't get paid until next week…" Keely began.

"Keely. You're always like this. Insisting that I don't pay. In the future, everyone pays for everything," Phil reassured her.

"Well here, it's kinda what boyfriends do for their girlfriends," Keely stammered, looking at the floor, because she knew that her cheeks were going to go red.

"Oh. Well, can't a friend do it for a friend?" Phil asked.

Keely shrugged, still looking at her flip-flops. "I guess. If you want to."

"Well then. What flavour do you want?" Phil asked, as they came up to the van.

Keely shrugged again. "Surprise me. I'll go sit in that tree."

Phil smiled as Keely ran off, and began to climb onto the branch of a tree. When she got to the branch that she wanted to sit on, she turned to face him, and waved.

The sunlight was reflecting off her hair, and her eyes were sparkling.

Phil waved back, and handed the money over to the driver of the ice cream truck.

"Your girlfriend?" the man asked, leaning his elbow on the counter in the van.

"No," Phil said, but wasn't actually concentrating.

The man laughed. "Betcha she will be by the end of the summer."

Phil thanked him for the ice creams, and then went off to join Keely.

He got up in the tree with her and handed her a chocolate ice cream.

"Chocolate?" Keely looked at it with disdain. Phil sighed.

"Joking!" Keely said hurridly, seeing the look on his face. "Cheers!"

They clinked ice creams, and then sat, watching the life around them.

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