"Hey mom," Keely started "Can I go out for an hour"
"Sure honey, just be back by curfew" Mandy said.
"Bye Mom" As Keely walked down the road toward Phil's house she could've sworn she heard herself singing. When she got one house away from Phil's the music slowed, only then was when it hit her, the music store! If someone was listening to her music Phil could definitely hear the 'forbidden' songs (the play music of the M.P. in the store). She tried to run to the store but, being in her heels, she tripped and felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She kept going, some of those songs Phil could not hear. Her guitar slapped against her back as she ran. The music continued to play as the sounds of her guitar slapping her back and Keely groaning from the pain in her ankle (as well as her back). Still running, or rather limping, she rushed to the music store and met Lydia.
"Lydia, could you stop the song, I could hear it from Phil's house" she pleaded, holding her (slightly bloody) ankle.
"Sorry Keely, he's here, why were you at his house?" Lydia chosen words were. The look on Keely's face told Lydia to continue.
"S.P.R. 3, your music videos, key to 3 is 6249" (to open the door you need the key pad code).
"Sound proof room 3, 6249, got it." Keely repeated.
Phil had been listening to the same song over and over. She had clips of the movie that Phil got a D+ on, the friendship one. She had pictures of both of them, together and single pictures (them apart, school pics etc.) As it was just beginning he heard the keypad go off
"Lydia, it hasn't been an hour yet" he said to the door, never taking his eyes off the screen.
"Phil!" she tripped her way into the studio.
"Keely" he looked at Keely then at the screen, at Keely again, then at the screen . He did this a couple of times. Each time he looked at Keely her face became more demanding (for an answer). "I told Lydia not to let you see that tape!" she said as she fumbled for the remote to the video player. As she did so she slid and both heard a sharp crack. All Phil did was look confused (he did pretty good too :)). Suddenly her ankle refused to support her weight and she tumbled straight into Phil's lap.
"More than friends, eh?" Phil said, blushing. With that Keely too, blushed and quickly changed the subject.
"Phil, ankle?"
"Yeah, I, um, need you to get off me."
"Yeah, right" she blushed madly by this time, and, if she could blush more, she did.
By this time the guitar was on a small table and she pushed it over as Phil picked her up (awkwardly and cautiously) and placed her on the table seeing that she couldn't walk. She lifted her injured ankle's leg and he held it up.
"Keels, we've gotta wrap this up." he told her.
"Lydia," he rushed out to the front desk, leaving the door open behind him, "Lydia, do you have a first-aid kit?" he asked her.
"Yeah" she replied as she pulled a white box from the counter. He pulled it from her and headed off toward the room.
"Keels, you've gotta take your heels off" he told her as he undid the strap. He unraveled the gauze and carefully twisted it around her ankle.
"Phil, how am I supposed to get home, I mean, I can't walk." she told him.
Phil, without an answer, changed the subject. "Moore than friends, eh?"
"Ummmm, joke?" she said, really trying.
"Tadow" Phil responded.
"Hey, that's my word!" she smiled.
"Tadow" his lopsided grin showed.
"Tadow what, anyways?" she asked curiously.
"Tadow" he said simply.
"Is that an 'I'm finished' tadow or a 'Me too' tadow?"
"Both" he quietly said.
Being sort of uncomfortable, Keely changed the subject, "How am I supposed to get home?"
Phil replied quietly, so quietly that all Keely could hear was "I...carry...you...home" he blushed.
"You, carry me?" she asked.
He gave her his crooked smile again, this time, trying to look sure. The smile revealed just the opposite.
"Phil, give me my guitar, I can walk." Keely said confidently as she uttered (moo!) a laugh.
"Ummmm" Phil shook his head, he couldn't give her her guitar being injured. He now stood behind Keely as she tried to get up.
"See, Phil, I can do this easily" she smiled as she reached for the guitar. Again, she slid with the instrument covering her front. Stepping up, Phil gratefully held out his arms and easily caught her.
"More than friends, eh?" he said again.
"Would you stop?" Keely looked annoyed. She came to show him a song that she had written and now she is injured on top of it.
"It was a question" was all he said.
Authors Note: Now I feel evil, don't know why but I feel like belting out a good long Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. That's long enough, although I could do longer