Yeah, yeah. I know how long it's been. Sorry.

Chapter 6 - Furry Men and Instant Messaging

"Phil? Phiiiil?" Keely said, lightly shaking his arm a few times. His eyes fluttered a bit, but he still didn't budge.

Keely grinned and lowered her face to his, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"Wha...? Who's there? Snoopy?" Phil shot upright, looking around the room. His eyes met Keely's, and he shortly relaxed.

"Snoopy... How interesting..." Keely said, moving Phil's legs to the side so she could sit down. She laid down behind him, her hand resting softly on his shoulder.

"Oh... Keely..." he chuckled.

"Yeah, it's me," she laughed hysterically.

"Okay. I... I, uh... Knew that..." Phil said, trying to cover himself up.

"Mhmm. Sure ya did," Keely said, holding herself up by her arm and kissing him on the cheek.

"Ick, Phil... You need to shave," she said, wiping her mouth off in disgust.

"Oh? And why does that apply to you, eh?" he asked.

"I don't like furry men," she simply stated.

"I see..." he said jokingly.

"Get up off your ass and go shave that hairy face of yours, before I do it for you."

"Alright... Okay... I'm going..." he said, moving her hand off of his shoulder and walking into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, Phil came back out into the living room to Keely on the computer, chatting with a couple friends. He snuck up behind her, pressing his cheek to hers.

"Ahh... Much better..." she said, looking into his eyes. She cupped his face in her hands, and they shared a passionate kiss.

The alert to Keely's Instant Messenger went off, signaling a new instant message. The sound startled the two, considering that the volume was up so loud.

They both looked at the screen and groaned. Owen.

"I swear, this bastard never leaves me alone," Keely said, shaking her head while typing a reply to his message.

Phil scoffed and said, "You think I don't know that? He doesn't even leave me alone..." Keely chuckled and Phil joined in.

Ten minutes later, and he was still running his mouth. She couldn't take it anymore, so she told him that she had to go and put her away message up.

He, being the dumbass he was, didn't take the hint, and kept running his mouth. Keely just stopped talking altogether.

She yelled in frustration, causing Phil to come over to the computer and look at the screen. "What, Keel?"

"Owen, that's what! Dammit! I'm about ready to block him!" she yelled in frustration.

Phil huffed and began to massage Keely's shoulders.

"You're tense," he said.

"No shit, dumbass..." Keely stated. Phil's eyes grew wide, but he kept on rubbing until she told him to stop.

"Wow... That massaging actually worked... I feel a lot better..." Keely said, after about five minutes.

"I knew you would. Of course, if we fucked, you'd probably feel a lot better..." Phil said.

"Phil!" Keely exclaimed, punching him on the arm.

"What? It's the truth!"

"Oh yeah? How can you be so sure?" Keely asked, a mischevious look in her eyes.

"Well... I'm not. It's just a theory."

"Oh, I see... Well, there is only one way to prove if your theory is correct or not..."

"Keel... Not now..." Phil said.

"And why not, Philly-Willy? You got something against sober sex?"

Phil couldn't say anything. He knew he was defeated.

"It's just... We did it last night... Don't you think it's too soon?" he said.

Gah! Why am I doing this? he asked himself. He knew he was just lying to himself. But no matter what, he was going to try to do what was right.

"Oh, come on, Phil. I know you want me as much as I want you..." Keely said, looking into his eyes knowingly.

God. No! he thought.

Phil squinted his eyes before agreeing with her. She was right.

"Keel, I have to give you props..."

"For what?"

"You know me pretty damn well..."

Keely's eyes widened and she gave him the biggest smile they both never thought was possible for her. Phil grinned at her and carried her to the bedroom in his arms, closing the door with his foot. He practically threw her down onto the bed, looking at her the whole time.

End of Chapter 6

Oo! What now! Yeah it was short but I'm not having a very good day. Eh, review. Make me happy. Please?