"Phil, please tell me" The necklace around her neck was worn. Once again Keely reached to her neck and twisted the circular charm.
As Phil walked down the street he thought. He thought about Keely, Tanner, and Tylor. Tylor was almost as big a jerk as Tanner was. Two-timing, lieing, and being just plain out rude were all factors in his game. He thought about how Keely ran to his house, not Via's not hers. His.
She didn't call Tia, she went to his house. He thought about the meaning of their friendship. Keely had knocked on his door, crying.
"Blondie, how nice to see you" Pim snaked in a sarcastic tone. Somehow Keely got it together long enough to respond, to respond asking for Phil. "Pim, let me talk to Phil." "up in his room" she said after yelling at the T.V., some show, Who Wants To Marry A Dentist? was on. She hurried to Phil's room and he immedieatly hugged her, knowing what was wrong.
Back To Present Phil looed around to see trees, benches, and playgrounds galore from where he sat for quite a long time. He was 'pondering' he would call it. Suddenly, at slightly after 7, hears soft music, seemingly coming from everywhere. "Keely?" he wondered aloud. "Keely" he then confirmed. As he looked around for her the music became softer and softer. Just as teh sun was setting, creating a purple and pink sky, he found what he was looking for. A small music shop covered in yellow, red, orange, and every color in between leaves. He walked into this place, it was called "Pickfords Potential People (of music)" for Keely (I know, bad name, but I couldn't think of anything else), he smiled at the picture in the window, it was Keely. Right above the picture was the heading "Most Potential". 'Keely has always known how to sing and play the guitar' he thought. He wandered in and headed straaight for teh counter. "How may I help you, sir" the lady, whose name tag read Lydia, had said. Lydia had long black hair and pale blue invincible eves. "Hi, my friend, Keely, most potential, I heard her. Do you have heard her recorded?" Phil asked. "Phil, oh yeah, shes got a lot of recordings. She told me you'd be here." Lydia responded. "May I listen to them?" he asked. "Shes got about 25 of them, you can only listen to about 20 of them though." She told me you couldn't listen to 5 of them"
"Why?" he wondered.
"They're about you." she stated.
"Me?" Phil seemed amazed. "You, Phil Diffy, i think, she talks about you a lot, you" Lydia smiled. That was when Phil saw her t-shirt. It was black with blue lettering. It read 'Are YOU the next Potential?' and on the back a picture of Keely stood out, a quote below it. The quote was simple 'Tadow!' Phil laughed aloud.
"what?" she asked, unaware that he had read her shirt.
"Tadow. Can I see the tapes?" Phil wondered what she could write about in 25 songs.
"They've all got dedications, music videos, to some of the songs on the market, but mostly hers." Lydia smiled, revealing white, straight teeth.
"We close in an hour though." she finished.
"Wow, thanks" was all Phil responded. "'Welcome" Lydia said, showing him the back room, where the sound proof booths were. He sat at the desk in one of the small rooms as Lydia handed him the tapes he could listen to. He popped teh first one in as Lydia walked away. "This song is dedicated to my best friend Phil, whom I wish I could be more than friends with" Keely had said Lydia popped her head in the booth and said "Oh and Phil, I forgot on, please don't watch the top tape," she slowed down her speech when she saw that the tape was already being played.
"Or you can watch it, I don't think she'll mind." Lydia winked and smiled.
"This song is written by me and it is called, Wish." she began "I wish we could be more, more, more, than friends best friends isn't enough" Keely sang in a soothing voice. "Me too, I guess you were ready to hear the truth" Phil smied. "Crushes" Lydia muttered at the front desk, Phil unaware.
Authors Note: Hey, sorry it took so long. Brittany-thank you! According to my e-mails you were teh first to review! If I owned Phil (Ricky, whatever) I might give him to you for a day. But seeing as I don't I can't give him to you, thanks though.
evilhappybunnyalym22- sorry 'bout that. I was EXTREMELY hyper that day, I didn't even go to school. When I got back my band teacher gave me a look and he said "feeling better, Emma?" and I was like "yeah" he looked like he know I skipped. Thanks, you were #2, you get, awww, i don't own squat, all i own is the paper and pencil I roigionally wrote this on.
be234therez- sorta slightly lame, but lamness makes me laugh, and i got your point so thanks :)
Werewolf10- I wrote more, now you do your part and review more. I don't care if people tell me 'You suck' just as long as they tell me what I should work on, fyi
who do you think ()- thanks:) i'm telling you just slow the horses down.
danielle- thanks, I couldn't think of something to go with that, but after some slight blockage, I came up with this, I hope you enjoy :)
Sultan Peppershaker - hey I like your name, why thank you being a hemopheelyac sounds like an honor
CiTyGrL912- yeah they seem longer on paper, this one is slightly longer
koolishcutie112092- beg and you shall receive :)
To all: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you REVIEW! Thank you, again.