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.
A/n: Lloyd Diffy has become a little OOC but it's not a real stretch I was watching Love don't cost a thing the other day so I just wanted to put some kind of humor into what has turned into such an angsty story.Lyrics are italicized and come from Lifehouse, I own nothing…title lyric comes from Panic! At the Disco's It's Better If You Do.
"Praying for love and paying in naivety"
Phil felt like things were trying to return to some kind of normalcy, but he was still at war with himself. He fought down his urges. He was alone in the video lab on Wednesday doing some editing after school; Keely was rehearsing with Pim and Little Danny for the school talent show in woodshop. Via had dared her to enter, picked an outfit for her to wear and Keely had accepted the challenge. Phil however was still reeling from Via's other dare that he give a little slow tease to Ms. Feinstein, which had gotten him her phone number and two days detention because Hackett witnessed the display.
Via burst through the doors dressed in a black and sliver ballet costume. She looked angry.
"Keely told me to stay out of it but I can't anymore!" Via began.
"I hope you're talking about that get up." He said.
"What?"
"Nothing…"
"I am talking about you and Keely. I am so tired of this sick cycle you two are on, I know Owen and I are the ones who started this whole thing, with the game and the dares and all pushing you two together. But I thought that it would finally get you to step up to the plate." Via began.
"It keeps spinning around I know that it won't stop till I step down from this for good." Phil said smirking thinking of the Lifehouse song.
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
"Nothing, just quoting a song."
"You and Keely and those damn song lyrics. You two are made for each other." Via said.
"What makes you say that?" Phil asked.
"Okay for starters you go everywhere together, you've done just about everything together, you like the same things, and you're totally in love with the girl." Via pointed out, "And she's over the moon for you Phil…"
"Keely's into me like that?"
"She must be, she let you get into her if you know what I mean and you know how innocent she was before, she hardly drank at all during I never." Via told him.
"I know and you know how much it hurts that I took that from her." Phil said.
"She doesn't seem to mind." Via smiled, "Tell her how you feel and you'll discover she feels the same way."
"I'm afraid…what if it doesn't work? What if I have go home?" he wondered.
"You're from Kansas right? That's hardly across the universe you'll make it work." Via said.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Here's a lyric for you and I think you'll recognize it, let me be the first to say that I don't have a clue. I don't have all the answers I ain't gonna pretend like I do." Via said.
"So are you whipping Owen into shape for the talent competition?"
"He's already whipped." Via smirked and walked out of the room leaving Phil with his swirling thoughts.
Keely made her way over to Phil's it wasn't yet dark when she arrived on his door step all ready to work on the project.
Little Danny pulled open the door, "Hey Blondie that routine is looking good. You might beat Tara out of the trophy this year."
"I'm hoping…thank you for helping with the music." Keely said.
"No problemo." Danny said making his way outside.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She told him
"Alright later." Danny calls and heads off down the street.
"Hey Keel." Phil greets her from inside.
"Hey," she walked into the living room where he was standing resisting the urge to kiss him, instead she hugs him and he hugs back, and he's so warm and reassuring.
Hugging him presents another problem, she wants now to bite his ear and make him shudder and twitch like she had that night. She can't help how she feels when they are close. Keely found herself close to giving into the temptation during the long hug.
"Hey kids don't let me interrupt." Lloyd says as he makes his way upstairs.
Keely reluctantly breaks the embrace and blushed, "Let's get to work shall we."
Phil talked about the ideas he had for the project and she synced hers up to his. His father kept passing through, first leaving champagne flutes of chocolate milk for them.
"Don't mind me I'm just putting out some brain food for you guys." Lloyd said before making his way back into the kitchen.
"That was weird." Keely said beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Even for him. He's up to something." Phil agreed.
Lloyd returned with some cherries and a bowl of whipped cream, then later with some doughnuts and oysters.
"Why is he giving us aphrodisiacs?" Keely wondered.
"I don't know." Phil said looking utterly horrified.
"And why was he grinning like that?" she asked.
"I'm going to go talk to him." Phil said.
"Alright."
Phil got up to find his father leaning on the kitchen counter smirking and looking in at Keely.
"Dad what are you doing?" Phil asked.
"Setting the mood for you. You know you wanna hit that kitty cat." Lloyd grinned.
"What?" Phil blinked.
"I saw what you did last time, if you wanna top it you gotta get everything just right. You can't just rely on how well you did last time and think it's going to keep you in there you've got a reputation to uphold you're a Diffy." Lloyd told him.
It was the embarrassing, humiliating, and just plain gross sex talk and this time Keely was actually in the next room hearing everything.
"What do you mean you saw what I did last time?"
"She's not hanging all over you; you gotta leave her wanting more get her addicted to you like your mother is addicted to me." Lloyd said.
Phil rolled his eyes, his mother was hardly addicted to that man she merely put up with him for some reason completely unknown to Phil but he didn't question his parents marriage.
"Dad, it's not like that…you know we talked about this you doing things and saying things to make people feel uncomfortable, well this is another example."
"I'm just excited for you son, she's a looker I thought you'd end up with some freak with a uni brow." Lloyd said.
"Umm…I gotta go Dad." Phil said walking out of the kitchen.
"What was that about?" Keely asked.
"What? That was just my Dad being my Dad. It's no big."
"He knows what we did?" she asked.
"Kinda…" Phil told her.
"What?"
"I didn't tell him, he's acting like this is some kind of rite of passage for me. I want nothing to with it, it's degrading, I don't want to do anything that might make you feel uncomfortable." Phil told her.
"That's sweet, you're not the one making me feel uncomfortable." Keely cast her glance over to his father who was now putting a CD in the DVD player.
An old blues song began to play.
"I'm going to light these candles and leave you two alone." Lloyd told them.
Phil sat there wondering what kind of nightmare reality he had stumbled into. His father lit the candles and made his way upstairs.
"Oh my…are you hearing this song?" Keely asked gaping horrified at the explicit lyrics of the song which made Fifty Cent's latest release pale in comparison.
He listened as the singer garbled out verbose sexual innuendo.
"I can't listen to this." Keely said getting up and turning it off.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Apparently, not only Owen and Via are trying to push us together my father seems to want the same thing although he's a bit less subtle."
"He's about as subtle as a postal worker with a rifle." Keely said putting her hands on her hips.
"How about we go up upstairs and work on the project less interruptions that way."
"Ooh, can I take the cherries." Keely said excitedly.
"I don't care just as long as you leave the whip cream I don't need that man getting any ideas." Phil said.
"Ditto." Keely grabbed the bowl of cherries and Phil gathered their books and they went upstairs.
They got pretty far on the project but Phil's mind kept wandering to the girl lying on his bedroom floor absently playing with the cherry in her mouth as she studied the history text in front of her. She had no clue what she did to him lying there her skirt riding up her shapely thighs as she tied the cherry stem with her tongue.
He'd been turned on since she popped the first cherry into her mouth. His mind was so in the gutter by this point he could barely concentrate, but he did somehow.
"How are we coming?" he asked blushing at his choice of words.
"It's all grool…I think we are done, I'll pick the clothes and you can handle everything else right?" she asked.
"Done, and done." He smiled.
"Well, I guess I should go it's getting pretty late." Keely said.
"It's not even ten thirty you can stay and hang out. But I understand if you want to go, I apologize for my father's behavior and mine." Phil said.
"You didn't do anything." Keely said.
"I had some pretty nasty thoughts though."
"We all have thoughts like that sometimes." She said sitting up.
"Are you excited about the talent competition?" he asked.
"I'm nervous as hell, I'm going to need to see you in the front row or waiting in the wings for me." She told him, "You're my anchor Phil you keep me steady."
"I'll be there with bells on." He said, "Well maybe not bells but I'll definitely be there but I think I'm going to leave off the bells and just wear what I usually wear." He told her.
"Either way is fine with me," she told him.
"What are Owen and Via doing for the show?" Phil asked.
"A dance number. Owen is surprisingly very light on his feet." Keely said.
"I noticed." Phil said, "Better him than me anyways. What are you singing for the talent show you never told me."
"I had to find a song that explains why Via has me dressed like a catholic school girl turned prostitute. So I'm going to do something by Britney Spears. I'd rather be up there with my guitar doing something of my own, but I have to match you know." Keely said.
"You are definitely one of a kind." He said, wishing that she was his.
"Thanks," she smiled.
Friday morning Keely was with Phil again in the broadcast lab preparing for the morning report. When Owen and Via came in. Well, Via walked and Owen hobbled in on crutches.
"What happened to you?" Keely asked.
"I can't talk about it I'm too wounded, and just a week before the big dance number." Owen said.
"I can talk about it, you were a stupid selfish jerk who jumped over the counter at McDonalds to punch out the guy working counter and slipped on a pickle and sprained your ankle." Via said.
"Well, I take it you had an interesting night." Keely said.
"I had to sit with this fool at the hospital and hold his hand until his mother came." Via said, "And what's worse I'm going to lose that dance trophy to Candida and her fashion drones."
"Too bad you don't know anyone else who would be willing to help with the steps…" Owen said.
Via and Keely both looked at Phil who had long ago dropped his gaze to the stack of papers full of breaking news that he was revising.
"Not no way, not now how…" he said without looking up.
"Come on Phil…I never ask you for anything. I need your help. I really want to take that trophy home."
"I'm sorry Via, I can't dance and I don't feel like going out and embarrassing myself in front of the whole school. I have enough trouble trying not to do that in Messerschmitt's History class." Phil said.
"Pretty please Philly-Willy…" Keely purred softly.
Phil looked up wanting nothing more than to glare at her for using the forbidden nickname but instead he was staring at the adorable pout on her face the one he couldn't resist.
"Ha! Philly-Willy…" Owen snickered.
"You two owe me big. I think one of you should have to boil me a chicken and the other is going to have clean out my locker on the last day of school." Phil said.
"I don't mind cleaning your locker." Keely said, "But for now I'll give you this for being a sweetheart and helping Via out.
She leaned in and kissed him half on the mouth, it was barely a peck but she felt the intensity of it. She half regretted it and half loved the simple yet thrilling gesture.
"I'm not boiling you a chicken, the most you can get is some cookies backed from scratch." Via rolled her eyes.
"I though Scratch was the guy who made onion rings at Sonic?" Owen asked.
Via rolled her eyes, "He's a dumb ass but he's my dumb ass okay, we got a deal?"
"Fine we've got a deal." Phil said.
