Okay, so scratch the concert idea on my old summary. It was gay, so I changed it.

Chapter 4 - A Long Night

That night, while they were at Club Boca, Keely wore a dark blue tube top with light blue swirls and sequins, dark blue Mudd jeans, and black high-heeled sandals.

"Keel, you look... okay... sexy!" Phil said when she stepped out of the bathroom.

She giggled. "Thank you... go get changed! I wanna stay out as late as possible!" she said, tossing him his comb.

"Okay, okay, I'm going," he said, slapping her butt as he walked past her to get to the bathroom.

Her jaw dropped. She pretended like she was going to slap him, but instead she planted a kiss right on his lips.

"Do I get a kiss every time I slap you on the ass?" he asked.

Keely laughed hysterically. "Maybe..."

Phil laughed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Keely went into the living room and got online.

No one was online. She checked her MySpace and watched a few videos on YouTube before going in to check on Phil.

He heard a knock at the door. "Did you fall in?" Keely asked.

"Maybe... who knows, really...?" he asked.

Keely chuckled. "Come on, hurry up! I'm ready to have some fun! You're so slow!"

"You have no room to talk, Ms. Takes-A-Shower-Blow-Dries-Her-Hair-Loads-Face-With-Makeup..." Keely cut him off.

"Okay, okay... I get it. Just try to hurry a little."

"Alright... I'm done anyway."

He came out of the bathroom. Keely grabbed her purse, took Phil's hand, and got in the driver's seat of the car.

"How come you get to drive?" Phil asked her before sitting in the passenger seat.

"Because I feel like it. Now shut up and get in the car."

"Okay, okay, fine," he said, opening his door and sitting down. "Sheesh... pushy, are we?"

"No... just annoyed."

"Oh, annoyed, eh? You wanna see annoying?" he offered.

"I already did..." she said. "God, you're a retard. But that's why I love you," she said, looking into his eyes and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Well, that's good."

"Yep!" she said.

They blasted music on the way to the club, and when they got inside, a few guys started looking at Keely. Phil glared at them and took Keely's hand, tightly lacing their fingers together. Keely took no notice as to why he did it.

"You want a drink, Keel?" he asked her as they walked over to the bar.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed. Phil grinned.

"Two Bacardis, please," Phil said, handing out some money.

"ID, please," the bartender asked. They both pulled out their driver's licenses. He nodded and prepared the drinks.

"I am SO ready for a night out, Phil," Keely said. "I've never done this before."

"What, drink or been out before?" Phil asked.

"Been out before."

"When have you been drunk...?"

"I didn't say I've been drunk, but I've had a few drinks before," she said, looking around while taking a sip of her Bacardi.

"How old were you?"

"Umm... I think... 14?" she said, deeply thinking. "Yeah. 14."

"Damn, Keel... that's bad," Phil said, shaking his head.

"No, it's not, actually," she said. "I know people that have actually been drunk and were younger than me."

"Like who?" Phil asked curiously.

"A few people at H.G. Wells, when I was in Junior High. I don't remember their names."

"Wow," Phil said. "In our century we don't have drinking."

"Then what do you have to do?" Keely asked.

"All of our future gadgets usually keep us busy. Most people don't know about it."

"How do you know about it?"

"I was looking at the Giggle once, when we first came here, to see what this century was all about," he whispered. "It said that drinking is what most of the people do for fun in this century."

Keely giggled. "Well, it's true!"

"Apparently..." he said, looking at a few drunk people over at a nearby table. They were hooting and hollering like mad people. Keely laughed out loud.

They finished up their Bacardis, and Phil bought Keely another one. He didn't want to get drunk, but he knew that if Keely was, she would definitely do anything he wanted her to do.

After about half an hour, Keely started to get... happy. Phil didn't think he had ever seen a girl dance so much. She started dancing with a few guys that they both didn't know, but of course, Keely was too drunk to realize it. She called one of them Bobby and the other one Shane. Phil had to admit, even though he didn't know the two men, what she was naming them was actually funny.

The guys were dancing with her in ways that Phil didn't like at all, and pretty soon, he took hold of Keely's arm and dragged her away from the two. The men followed him.

"Hey, what's your problem, dumbass?" one of them asked.

"She's with me, you dumb fucker. Now get away from her before I'm forced to kick you where it hurts."

"Ooh, I'm so scared," he said, making a stupid face. Phil could tell that he wasn't drunk. He was just that dumb.

"You should be, you asshole. Now back off before I do something drastic," Phil said, holding Keely in his lap. She hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and then started licking his face in awkward places. It was hard for Phil and the other guys not to laugh. Keely, who was too drunk to give a crap, just kept going and going.

"See? She likes me better. Now go."

The guys looked at each other, laughed, and went to the other side of the room, probably to try to find another drunk sucker.

Phil was now ready to have some fun, so he took Keely to the dance floor and they danced for awhile. Phil had another drink, and Keely wanted one, but he wouldn't buy her anything else.

"Uh, no... how does a water sound?" Phil said.

Keely looked at him, a bit cross-eyed. "Will it make me happy?" she giggled.

"Yes... it will," Phil lied. Keely wasn't sober enough to notice a lie.

"Okay! Woot!" she said.

Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls came on. It was one of Keely's favorite songs, so she dragged Phil to the dance floor.

She was now so drunk that she was coming up with random words to replace the real ones. "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was stoned like me... Don't cha wish your girlfriend could fuck like me..."

Phil laughed so loud that people around him probably thought that HE was the one that was drunk. Then, he joined in, now starting to get a bit happy himself. "Don't cha wish your girlfriend could drink like me... Don't cha wish your girlfriend could type like me..."

They both broke out into maniacal laughter.

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That night, when they got home, they got in their bedroom and neither one of them was tired; at all. They both undressed and changed into their pajamas. Keely tried to take her sweet time... she had an evil plan.

"Keel... is it just me or do you enjoy being naked...?" he asked. Keely said nothing. He looked at her like she was nuts.

He finished undressing, and then Keely grabbed his arm and threw him onto the bed, a mischevious look in his eye. Phil sat there, belly up and a bit nervous, waiting for Keely to make the first move. She dove on top of him, kissing him passionately, over and over. They both couldn't breathe; yet, they couldn't stop.

End of Chapter 4

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