A Suite Holiday

Chapter Eight

(Phil's POV)

I couldn't really explain why, but I was attracted to London. It wasn't her disposition, because she definitly wasn't the sweetest person in the world. And it wasn't her care and compassion about others, because, frankly...in London's world, there is no such thing as care or compassion. Or others, either, now that I think about it. But all I knew was, I liked her. She was so pretty. And...well, that was about it. I knew I was being superficial. But I couldn't help it. Via had gone off to hang out with some new friends at the Tipton, and Keely and I were walking around, just the two of us.

"Hey, Keel," I said.

"Hey...what?"

"Can I ask your advice on something?"

"Sure, that's what I'm here for."

"What if...you like somebody, but they're way better than you, and probably don't even know you exist. How do you go about asking them out?"

"This is about that London girl, isn't it?"

"Well...kinda. Yeah."

Keely sighed. "Look, Phil, if she really likes you, then she'll notice you, and like you for who you are."

"Uh-huh," I said, not really believing. Or paying attention, now that London was in view. "Uh, yeah, Keel, can you hold that thought?" Without waiting for an answer, I hurried off to London, who was at the candy counter.

"I want a chocolate bar," she informed Maddie, the clerk. As she got her order and stepped away, I sidled up next to her and leaned against the desk.

"I'd uh, like a chocolate bar," I said.

Maddie grinned and straightened her vest. "You can have whatever you want."

I gave her a withering look and she sighed. "One chocolate bar."

I stepped closer to London. "Hey, remember me?"

"No."

I frowned. "I'm Phil, remember? Phil Diffy?"

"Oh, right. You're the guy that hangs around that girl with no fashion sense." She laughed and started to walk off.

I frowned. I didn't like people talking to Keely that way, but...

I ignored it. I had an idea of how to get London. "Hey, London!"

"What?"

"Just thought you might want to know...my dad is the owner of the...um...biggest, and, er, most expensive hotel in Pickford, the Pickford Platinum Hotel."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I went on, feeling that her interest was growing. "And I'm the heir."

"Oh?"

"Yeah...so, you wanna go out tomorrow night?"

"Sure. But make sure you wear something less...ugly." Then she tossed her hair and flounced off.

I strode over to Keely and informed her of all that had just happened. I had expected a congrats from her, maybe even a hug, but that was nothing close. Instead, she scowled and said, "So you lied so she would like you?"

"Well...yeah. But, Keel-"

"No. Don't bother. I can't believe you, Phil Diffy. I thought you were better than all of that." With that, she ran off, leaving me in confusion and guilt.

(Keely's POV)

I'm not sure why I got all steamed. I mean, sure, Phil shouldn't have lied, but deep down (you know, deep deep down), I kinda got this feeling that his lies weren't all that bothered me.

A thought passed through my mind, but I dismissed it quickly. Still, it hung at the back of my mind. Was I jealous of Phil and London? No way. That couldn't be it. But still...

I was so engrossed in my train of thought that I didn't see Eddie Thomas until I had ran "smack" into him.

"I am so sorry!" I apologized.

"Ahh, it's cool," Eddie said. "Actually, you're just the girl I wanted to see."

"R-really?"

"Yeh. How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night? You know, maybe eat at the restaurant here?"

I gulped. That's what London and Phil were doing. Before I could stop myself, I nodded and said, "Sure, Eddie, that would be great."

"Cool. Say, seven?" I nodded again and he walked off, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I couldn't help but think it: did I agree to go out with Eddie because I was jealous?

Nah, it couldn't be.

I shoved the thought out of my mind. For now. But what I didn't know was how it was going to stab me in the back later on.

A/N: Hey, sorry it took so long to update! How was it? Please review, and I'll update ASAP!

~Emachinescat ^..^