Title: Dare you to move

Author: alienangel19852003

Summary: Summertime is rapidly approaching in Pickford and Phil, Keely, Owen, and Via are bored. Owen suggests a game of dare will his game be the thing that brings them all closer than before?

Rating: T, sexuality, language, teen partying,

Disclaimer: I don't own POTF.

"You give love a bad name"

The game of dare lasted all weekend and it seemed things were just getting interesting. The stakes had had been upped a bit and soon they were playing it in school. Phil was growing rather accustomed to doing the outrageous dares, it all seemed so easy after the kiss. He had wanted to cry when she told him that it didn't mean anything. He didn't know how something he never had could hurt so much when he lost it.

"Whose turn is it?" Owen asked as the group convened at Phil's locker before fifth period.

Other students were bustling trying to get to class but they behaved like they had all the time in the world.

"It's yours I think…" Keely responded.

"I got a good one…." Owen beamed.

Phil prayed that the dare wasn't for him.

"Oh…I really hope it's not a repeat of your last one…I am not going to cluck like a chicken during the morning report ever again." Keely said.

"That was hilarious…" Via laughed.

"Totally classic," Owen said taking a bite of his pastrami on wheat sandwich.

"I think the whole school thinks I'm bipolar or something," Keely glanced around nervously at the passing students in the hallway.

"There is nothing wrong with you wanting to kiss girls Keely…in fact I think it's something you should be proud of." Owen said around a mouthful of food.

Keely looked at Phil for help but he raised his arms.

"I'm not going to explain this one to him." Phil said laughing.

"Explain what?" Owen asked.

"Nothing…" Keely said.

"Okay what's this next dare going to be Owen?" Phil asked changing the subject.

"Well it's a dare for Via." Owen said.

"Uh oh…" Via said.

"I dare you to come talk to me over here away from Phil and Keely." Owen said.

"Oh God. The two of you had better be planning anything inappropriate." Phil said, "It's against the rules…."

"Us inappropriate? Never…" Via said with a smirk as she and Owen walked away to go talk.

"This could be far worse than them planning something inappropriate. They could be getting together!" Keely exclaimed seizing him by the shoulders.

He decided that he really liked when she got riled up, her green eyes seemed to sparkle when she did. Whenever she touched him the world seemed to float away and they were the only ones left it was a beautiful feeling.

"What's wrong with that?" Phil asked when he was finally able to pull himself together.

"For a smart guy you're pretty slow. If that they become a thing then this foursome is back to a twosome…and I'll be the only girl in school without a boyfriend." Keely said.

"What's so bad about that? If they like each other they should go for it." Phil said.

"Phil! Don't you know what this means? They'll be spending all their time together doing girlfriend and boyfriend things and you'll have to watch Lifetime Movies with me and go to the mall and buy halter tops with me." Keely pointed out.

"Oh…" Phil blushed, he had enjoyed watching her try outfit after outfit but he didn't feel comfortable holding her purse outside of the dressing rooms at Wet Seal.

"And without Owen around you won't have anyone to go Sci-Fi Conventions with and do other guy stuff with. In other words: This cannot happen." Keely said.

"Look Keel, they've been our friends for the past two years. We've got to let whatever happens happen." He told her.

She still hadn't let him go, they were standing close and he could smell her perfume. He wanted her so much; he was dying to taste that cherry flavored lip gloss of hers again. Three years of knowing her, it had come down to this either turning away or taking some action for once.


Keely was staring into Phil's brown eyes. Pleading with him to stop Owen and Via from getting together but not for the reasons she'd stated. But because not having Owen and Via around meant that she spent more time alone with Phil wishing that they could be a couple, it was hard standing right beside someone you love and feeling like they are a million miles away.

There was something in his eyes when he looked at her, she didn't know if it was the warmth of friendship or if it was something more, she prayed it was something more. She realized that she still hadn't let go of his shoulders but she didn't let go, she didn't want to. She couldn't help touching him every chance she got. He seemed to be leaning close evaporating the mere inches that separated them.

The tardy bell rang and Via and Owen came bounding back over breaking the moment. Keely damned them for behaving like bulls in a china shop when something was about to happen between her and Phil.

"Guys lets get to class Messerschmitt is going to give us detention if we're late." Via said.

"Coming…" Keely called over her shoulder, she still hadn't let him go.

She blushed and let him go and looped her arm through his and one through Owen's. Phil did the same with Via on the other side.

"I feel the odd urge to skip…" Owen said.

"I dare you…" Keely smirked.

"If I do it we all have to do it." He responded.

"Fine…"

"Whatever…"

"The kid don't skip…"

"Phil!"

"Alright!" Phil said.

And the foursome skipped off toward Messerschmitt's class.

"Miss Teslow, Miss Crowley, Mr. Sanders, Mr. Diffy so nice of you all to join us." Mr. Messerschmitt said.

"Sorry about the lateness, I had to finish up my third sandwich…." Owen said.

"Take your seats,"

Keely slid into her regular seat behind Owen and in front of Via and beside Phil.

"We will resume the lecture on the Vietnam War…"

She tried to pay attention but Via and Phil were whispering behind her, and it was hard to concentrate on the lecture.

Keely rolled her eyes and opened her notebook; she knew she would end up doing more doddleling than taking notes but she opened her history book as well. She was staring at a picture in the margin when a note dropped on her desk.


Phil was minding his own business half listening until a note landed on his desk, he read it quickly recognizing Via's neat script. It was another dare telling him to serenade Keely in front of the class. He glanced over at Via who was sitting at her desk smirking.

"I can't do that!" he whispered.

He glanced back over at Via who was flapping her arms imitating a chicken. He shook his head; the whole class must have thought they were insane.

"You can…I think you're just chicken…" Via whispered.

"Okay how elementary is that…" he said rolling his eyes.

Via stuck out her tongue, "That was elementary now are you going to do it or not?"

"I know that I'm going to live to regret this in detention…" Phil said.

"For the love of God would you just do it man!" Owen turned around and shouted.

The whole class including Keely turned around and stared at them. Phil glanced at Via, she just raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.

"Is there a problem back there?" Mr. Messerschmitt questioned.

"Yes actually there is, I heard a terrible rumor sir." Phil began.

"I'm listening," Messerschmitt sneered.

"I think this is a matter we'd best discuss privately you might want to nip it in the bud before all your classes get wind of it." Phil stated.

"We can speak candidly outside Mr. Diffy." Messerschmitt said and Phil got up to speak with the teacher outside.

When he spoke to the teacher, he didn't even have to lie there was really an uprising among the freshman Civics classes naturally led by his sister. He didn't rat her out to Messerschmitt.

The man paled and stalked away from Phil and down the hall, "Tell your classmates to doodle quietly until I return."

"I will sir," Phil smirked it was the reaction he'd hoped for, with Messerschmitt gone he could do the dare set before him.

He breezed back into the room his face set with a look of determination as he stalked over to Keely's desk.

He leaned close and whispered, "I'm really sorry but that Via is relentless and just this side of evil. I want to apologize before hand for my horrible singing and equally bad dancing."

Keely looked at him confused, "Phil what are you doing?"

He gave her an apologetic smile and began the dare set before him.

"An angel's smile is what you sell. You promise me heaven, then put me through hell chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free. You're a loaded gun. There's nowhere to run. No one can save me. The damage is done." He began to sing the words he knew so well Keely was constantly playing the Bon Jovi greatest hits album.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame. You give love a bad name. I play my part and you play your game. You give love a bad name, you give love a bad name." he continued solely because of the soft smile playing on Keely's lips, fully aware that his classmates were staring.

"Paint your smile on your lips blood red nails on your fingertips." He sang lifting up her small manicured hands and showing the gaping classmates her French manicure with the red tips.

Keely blushed.

"A school boy's dream, you act so shy. Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye. You're a loaded gun. There's nowhere to run. No one can save me. The damage is done." He ended the song there.

"Phil…" Keely began, but Messerschmitt breezed into the room before she could really say anything.

"Mr. Diffy, Miss Teslow you can stay after school in detention. I see Miss Crowley and Mr. Sanders were also involved I see notes here and here." Mr. Messerschmitt came and snatched notes of Owen's desk.

"Fuck…" Owen hissed, Messerschmitt shot him a glare.

"Fudge cake! And brownies, man am I hungry…" Owen said.

"Nice save Sanders, but you get two days detention."

Phil sighed and put his head down on his desk, he knew he was going to get into trouble somehow.

Mercifully the bell rang, and class ended he made a hasty retreat before the others could catch him. He needed time to calm down before Keely rejected him once again.


Keely didn't get a chance to talk to Phil after school because Vice Principal Hackett was running detention and he didn't allow any talking. And passing notes was out the question. So she sat there glancing at Phil as she wrote her 1000 word essay about the rudeness of talking notes during class.

They had to wait around until the last person finished their essay, which meant they were all waiting on Owen. Finally he finished up and they could leave.

"Man that's three hours of my life I'm never getting back." Owen said.

"Yeah, that was so boring…" Via said.

"You guys want to get something to eat?" Owen asked.

"I'm starved," Via said.

"Yeah sure, we'll meet in the food court at the mall. I'm going to ride with Phil we need to talk." Keely said.

Phil nodded, and followed her out of the building.

Once they were in his car, she asked him the question again.

"Did Via dare you to sing that for me?" she smirked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if was embarrassing,"

"I thought it was really nice Phil, you don't give yourself much credit. You're a pretty good singer; I've got to start putting you to work." She smiled.

He blushed and started the car he smiled a shy smile.

"You don't know how cute you are when you do that." Keely blurted before she could stop herself.

He looked at her confusedly.

"I mean you always seem so serious like you're carrying around the weight of the world on your shoulders. You don't smile nearly as much as you should, I mean junior year is nearly over we're almost seniors. Next year is going to be the best year of our lives." Keely beamed.

"I can't help it, no matter how long I stay in this century I cannot get used to everything here. The violence, the lying politicians, the war, my grades, my sisters plans for world domination, and keeping my secret. It's a bit exhausting sometimes. But the whole dare game has been a pleasant distraction."

"Phil, we're just kids. There isn't much we can do about the big things, so it's best not to worry about them. I know in saying that I sound like a total small town girl living in her own heart-shaped world, but it's true. You're going to wear yourself out worrying about the world's problems, worry about issues a little closer to you." Keely told him.

Phil frowned and the open look on his face was replaced with his pensive thinking face.

"What are you thinking about?" Keely asked as Phil drove to away from the school.

"Nothing…"

"It certainly doesn't look like nothing, you were brooding." Keely said.

"I was not,"

"You so were." Keely said, "Phil please talk to me. You were about to say something in the hallway."

He blushed again, she wished she knew what was going on in his mind. She wished he would really let her in, she couldn't fathom the types of thoughts that were running through his mind, she wondered if they were similar to the ones she was thinking. She was fairly certain that he was going to kiss her again in the hallway, but Owen and Via came back over ruining the moment.

"It's not important," he said glancing over at her.

As quickly as the pensive expression came it was gone, and Phil was his normal self a slightly guarded expression his lips pursed and eyes on the road not daring to look at her.

Keely sighed frustrated, she couldn't do this anymore. Obviously, he didn't want to be with her otherwise he would at least meet her halfway. She couldn't keep doing this, her chest felt tight and tears stung in her eyes. She was doing the one thing she swore she would not do in his presence, she was crying over him. But she couldn't stop herself, she couldn't take it anymore.

A sob caught in her throat as she closed her eyes and turned her face to the window straining not let those tears escape. She dug her nails into her thigh, she could feel the sharp points of the artificial tips through her jeans. A tear fell down her cheek she tried to quickly wipe it away before he noticed.

"Keel, what's wrong?" he asked.

She looked at him with blurry tear filled eyes wanting so badly to shout at him, "I'm in love with you!"

It would have solved everything and nothing at the same time. The admission itself would break the both of them she sniffled shaking her head.

Instead she whispered, "Nothing…"

It was nothing at all, it occurred to her he was the one who gave love a bad name. She felt so much for the boy who was always beside her; she could only blame herself for loving him this way.