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Chapter 4
"Frikin heck," Keely said, looking at her watch. "I was supposed to be home half an hour ago."
"Why?" Phil asked, as the sun began to melt in the sky.
Keely looked over at it, and threw her head back. "My mom wanted to talk to me about something. Over dinner. Hey, Phil, will you come with me?"
"Where?" Phil said, wondering what Keely was actually asking.
"Dinner, you idiot," Keely said, rolling her eyes. "Mom won't mind. She knows that you're more or less part of the family."
Phil lost her at this. Did she mean part of the family, as in brother-like? Or part of the family, as in boyfriend-like. With Keely is was almost impossible to tell.
"…and it's probably not even that important anyway, and then I'll have rushed home for absolutely nothing. Which I'd be annoyed by. So, will you come?" Keely finished, but when she looked over at Phil it was clear that he hadn't been listening. "Hello? Have you been listening to a word I've said?"
"What? Oh…yeah," Phil said, but he was still deep in thought.
Keely rolled her eyes. "And after dinner, we thought we'd go and throw ourselves off the top of the Golden Gate Bridge."
"Sounds cool," Phil muttered.
"And then, we'd swim all the way to London, you know, avoiding the killer clown fish in the ocean, and then when we got there, we thought we'd party with the Queen. And Elvis Presley," Keely said.
"Great," Phil said, still staring into the distance aimlessly.
"Phil!" Keely screeched, almost causing him to fall out of the tree, and the birds to fly away.
"What?" Phil asked, his thoughts interrupted.
Keely sighed. "You weren't listening to me."
"Yes I was," Phil said defensively.
Keely scoffed. "Yeah, right. So, you agree. We'll drive to San Francisco after dinner, jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, swim to London, then throw a huge disco, inviting the Queen and Elvis."
"C'mon Keely, that could never happen," Phil snorted.
Keely groaned, and slapped her hand to her head. "Can we please just get back. If I'm any later, my Mom'll want to kill someone. And I might just volunteer you."
"Thanks," Phil said, jumping out of the tree, and landing on his back. "Ow."
Keely laughed, and jumped out, landing on her feet. "You need some help, Spiderman?"
"If I'm Spiderman, then what are you?" Phil asked.
"Catwoman," Keely laughed, and then scowled. "And Catwoman and Spiderman are enemies."
"They are not," Phil said, taking her hand and hauling himself up. "You totally made that up."
"How the hell would you know?" Keely asked. "You're from the next century."
Phil thought about this. "Well, I saw Spiderman 2 with you."
"But, he didn't mention Catwoman," Keely said, as they began to walk out of the park.
"Exactly!" Phil cried, triumphantly.
"But just because she wasn't mentioned, doesn't mean that he wasn't enemies with her," Keely stated.
Phil couldn't think of anything to say to this, and so just laughed.
"What?" Keely asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
Phil shook his head. "Listen to us. Arguing about Catwoman and Spiderman."
"Well, we have absolutely nothing else to argue about," Keely grinned. "We're that perfect. Well, I'm that perfect."
"You wanna bet?" Phil said, grabbing her arm.
Keely tried to wriggle from his grasp, but couldn't. "Let go of me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"If you were perfect, you'd be able to get me off you," Phil laughed.
Keely thought for a minute, and then smiled. "Okay."
"So, what're you gonna do?" Phil asked, waiting to see how exactly she was going to manage it.
Keely bent down, and opened her mouth.
"Ow!" Phil said, nursing his hand. The hand that Keely had just bitten.
"Stop being a baby, I hardly got my teeth into you," Keely giggled.
Phil glared at her. "Let the bitten person be the judge of that."
"Whatever," Keely said, running ahead. "You said that if I got my arm free, then I would be perfect."
"There are more reasons why you're perfect," Phil blurted, and then realised what he'd said.
Keely had stopped dead, and so turned round slowly. "What?"
"Um…" Phil started, trying to think of a plausible excuse. "Nothing. My arm just hurts."
"Yeah. Sorry about that," Keely said, quietly. She knew full well what he had just said. She just found it unbelievable. "Here, let me see it."
"No, it's okay," Phil said, trying to smile. She might not have heard. Maybe…
"Let me see it," Keely insisted, walking back toward him.
"It's fine."
"Let me see it!" Keely cried, and Phil stretched his arm out.
Keely examined it, and then looked up at Phil. "I'm so sorry. I just…"
"It doesn't matter," Phil insisted.
Keely nodded. "Yes it does matter. I hurt you. Why did I hurt you? The last thing in the world that I want, is to hurt you. Why am I so stupid?"
"You're not stupid Keels. No way," Phil reassured her. "And it doesn't hurt that much. It's totally fading."
Keely looked up him, tears in her eyes. "Really?"
"Sure," Phil said. He didn't want to see her like this.
Keely smiled, and then wiped her eyes. "God, I feel like such a baby. It was just having to work at that god-forsaken place, and so I'm like, really tired."
"Well, let's get you home, so we can go out, and then you can get home. Because I am not going to see a chick-flick on my own tomorrow," Phil smiled.
Keely nodded. "You'll come to the dinner then?"
"I said so, didn't I?" Phil grinned.
Keely shrugged. "Dunno. It was kinda hard to tell what you were saying yes to, and what you were just saying anything to."
"Right," Phil said, and wondered how many hints he had given her that day.
"Cool. Well, I'm already late, so we'd better hurry. And like, fast," Keely said, pulling Phil's arm.
Phil nodded, and so they ran up the street to Keely's house.
When they got there, Mandy Teslow was stood outside. She sighed with relief when she saw Keely and Phil, and ran toward them.
"Keely Renae Teslow. You're so late," Mandy said, hugging her.
Keely nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Me and Phil lost track of time, and we both got home as fast as we could."
"Ah, so Phil Diffy is the reason my daughter is late. Where have I heard that one before? Hmm…every night for the past few years," Mandy said, and smiled at Phil.
"Can Phil come out to dinner with us tonight Mom?" Keely asked.
Mandy thought for a minute. Should she break the news when Phil was with Keely? Maybe it would be best…Keely could have a friend with her when she met him.
"Sure. He's very welcome. Actually, I've invited a friend as well. I'd like you to meet him," Mandy smiled.
"Him?" Keely asked.
Mandy nodded. "Well, Phil, do you want to go in and tell your mother that you'll be dining with us tonight? Keely, you can get changed if you want."
"Sure," Phil said, sensing that Keely wasn't that happy with her mother inviting a guy she didn't know to have dinner with them. "Keely, can I talk to you?"
Keely tore her eyes away from her mother, and looked at Phil. "Yeah, whatever."
They both walked indoors.
"How dare she? Invite someone to our dinner," Keely threw her arms in the air.
"You mean, like you did?" Phil asked, picking up the phone.
Keely rolled her eyes. "Not the point. Mom knew you. I knew you. Everyone knew you. Not everyone knows this guy."
"Your mom does," Phil said, dialling the number in.
Keely sighed, and sat on the bottom of the stairs.
"Give the guy a chance. He could be interesting," Phil said, as he waited for someone to pick up.
"Whatever," Keely said. "I'm going up to get changed, okay?"
Phil nodded, and then Pim answered the phone.
"Pim, can you give the phone to Mom please?"
Keely trudged up the stairs to her room.
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