Blame Us Cause We Are Who We Are

Title: Blame us cause we are who we are and hate us cause you’ll never get that far

Author: alienangel19852003

Rating: M, language and adult situations

Summary: AU. Enter a world where Phil’s the rebel, Pim’s the well behaved proper girl. Keely’s the shy girl, Seth Wassumer is the most popular guy in school. Owen’s a closeted cheerleader and Keely’s only friend.

A/N: Keely’s sister Calliope, is of course AJ Michalka if you’ve read Falling Through at all, she has kind of cameo in that one.

“I’m a little bit high, and you’re a little bit shy”

“Keely wake up!”

Keely mumbled and thrashed in her sleep, as much as she’d like to she really couldn’t wake up.

“Keely, he’s going to come in and get you if you’re not up soon.” Calli’s voice floated toward Keely.

She could hear her sister and feel her shaking her shoulders which kind of hurt a bit, she just couldn’t do anything about it. Finally, the dream state released its hold on her and she opened her eyes she found her sister staring at her with wide frightened blue eyes.

“That was uber weird; I hope it never happens again. You’ve never been that hard to wake up, you really scared me.” Calli said.

“I’m fine.”

“I really thought he’d killed you or something...” Calli whispered.

“Really I’m fine; I think I scared myself too there. I couldn’t wake up. I could hear you and feel you shaking my shoulders.” Keely told her.

“That’s majorly creepy. How late were you up last night? I heard him come into your room...” Calli trailed off.

“Late, I took awhile to go to sleep after...” Keely whispered looking away.

“I’m sorry Keely.”

“It’s not your fault Calli, it’s just they way things are.” Keely said.

“I know, but you don’t deserve this Keely.”

“It’s fine Calli,” Keely said getting up and going on the bathroom that adjoined their bedrooms. Keely groaned looking at her reflection in the mirror and not at all liking the unkempt girl she saw staring back at her with limp hair and tired green eyes.

She went down after laying out clothes for the day and made breakfast. At seven Bryce drags himself into the kitchen looking just as tired as she felt; she whispered a good morning without even looking at him as she put eggs and bacon on his plate.

She can feel his eyes on her; it makes her uncomfortable and most of all angry.

“You’d better put on some sleeves today,” he said referring to the bruises on her arms.

“You don’t want anyone to see your handiwork do you?” Calli asked as she came and took her seat at the table.

The glare he sends her is enough to make Keely’s blood run cold, and it even made Calli flinch.

“I’m going up to get ready for school,” Keely says desperate for a reason to get away from him.

“I’m going to be at the station all day but I want you girls back in this house right after school.” Bryce said.

“Right after school?” Keely asked, she had designs on seeing Phil after school.

“Yes,”

“I was thinking of going to the spirit rally after school,” Keely said.

“Fine, make sure Calli tags along.”

Keely went up to shower and dress. She would have liked to been about to wash his dried sweat from her body and scrub away every trace that he’d ever been inside her right after he was through with her. But he didn’t like for her to shower after that, she’d gotten severe beatings for doing so. She had to take all of her showers between six AM and ten PM.

Keely exhaled deeply as the water ran over her bruised skin drenching her washing away how dirty tired and used she felt. Her thoughts began to drift as she shifted the soapy sponge in her hand, and began to lightly trace it over her battered skin. Her mind went directly to Phil; she figured he’d probably be taking a shower about now. She blushed at the thought of him naked and wet under a violent spray of hot water in an attempt to wake up. Her thoughts turned even more graphic, sex was something she’s hadn’t thought about not since she first started going through puberty and realized boys were different from girls. Her first molestation wasn’t even Bryce, it was her Uncle Ford. Technically, he wasn’t really an uncle he was just some guy down on his luck that had been living with her Grandma Norma Jean.

He’d never done to her what Bryce had done; she’d only been nine at the time she and her sister would have to spend the days in the summer and Grandma Norma Jean’s house. Keely’s grandmother had a tendency to want to go BINGO in the afternoons and she left Keely and Calli with Ford. Calli usually went next door to play with her friend Brooke. Keely would usually stay in fascinated by the storybooks her grandmother kept in the library, and not being a very proficent reader she would have Ford read her the stories.

It started out innocently enough, Keely was craving anything that resembled fatherly affection, Ford would hug her and let her sit on his lap. Sometimes he’d kiss her on the cheek, and Keely would be so happy. Later it progressed to where he was kissing her on the mouth and his touching became more intimate, Keely was old enough to know that it was wrong. She had been too ashamed to tell anyone, because a part of her liked the affection he gave her and she didn’t want to lose it. The other part which knew that the whole thing wasn’t right was terrified of the feelings awakening her body. She hadn’t understood why he’d want to touch her there just that it wasn’t right.

She finally ended up giving in and tell her grandmother, who surprisingly believed her story. She kicked Ford out of the house and pressed charges on him, he skipped town and Keely never saw him again. She found boys at school to be the same way when she started seventh grade at H.G. Wells, long before everything really got shot to hell when she was a real girl into the whole make up and perfume scene. She realized she was changing outside and inside too and they were all drawn to that change, and it both intrigued and scared her. When Bryce began showing similar interest in her Keely began to think that all men were the same, she was older then and she understood what they were after.

She bathed quickly and shut off the water, she didn’t want to think long about the past, everything she’d been through was giving her new doubts about Phil. Maybe he wouldn’t turn out to be like them. She really liked him, if he hurt her too... She could barely stand the thought but she admitted to herself that it was a possibility, despite how she felt about him she barely knew him she still couldn’t trust him so completely. And yet she did trust him, with everything in her.


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Phil woke up yet again to the sound of his mother shouting at him from downstairs, he’d had another dream about Keely. Different from the other ones it was verging more on porno than mysterious romance. This didn’t bother him too much he intended to take things slowly with Keely no matter what kind of dreams he was having and in turn unravel the mystery of the dreams themselves.

He showered and dressed actually looking forward to going back to that lame ass school, just so he could see Keely. She was a mystery to him just like the dreams. She seemed so sad, it made him hurt to think about someone laying a hand on her. He really hoped she didn’t mean that someone took advantage of her sexuality when she said that she’d been hurt. It would surely explain her hesitance.

He sighed, it was all so confusing. He had to proceed with such caution the last thing he wanted to do was scare her. But kissing her had awakened feelings he didn’t know he could feel. He’d felt desire before, and passion, but kissing Keely was something else.

He lingered in the bathroom fighting down a case of nerves what if she changed her mind and balked on her their date this weekend? The temptation to smoke the pot he had brought with him from the future was killing him, but with eight hours of school looming ahead of him he needed a clear head to stay out of trouble.

He went back in his room and hid the baggie and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and his backpack and made his way down for breakfast, he discovered his mother was cooking the old fashioned way she was dropping sausage in the toaster.

“Phil, what do you want for breakfast?” she asked cheerily.

Phil knew the sausage didn’t belong in the toaster nor did the eggs belong on top of the microwave.

“I’ll just spray myself a bagel,” he responded.

“Oh okay.” She said going back to work.

The microwave beeped just as Pim came downstairs, like always she was dressed for success in a high collared shirt and a navy blue knee length denim skirt with sneakers. Her make up was subdued and she never took any risks with her color in her wardrobe. Phil on the other hand was wearing a yellow hoodie with a bright green Element t-shirt that he’d acquired the day before with ripped jeans that his mother had bought the day before as well.

“Look who’s alive this morning.” Pim said.

Phil made an obscene gesture and sprayed himself a bagel as his father entered the kitchen sooty, and stricken looking.

“I think I blew another valve on that Time Engine it’ll take weeks before I can figure out how to re-calibrate it properly.” He said taking a seat at the table defeated.

“So, we’ll be here for awhile?” Phil asked smearing a generous amount of jelly on his bagel.

“We’re going to be here six months at least so many other things need work on that thing I hardly know where to begin.” Lloyd Diffy sighed defeated.

“Oh well,” Phil found it hard to hide his excitement at the prospect of staying.

“That long? Lloyd I thought you would have it fixed in a few weeks time.”

“Barb, I’m doing the best I can.” His father complained.

Phil braced himself for a bickering session.

His parents were arguing all the time now it seemed. They fought in the future too but not several times a day. Phil had heard them yelling last night out in the garage. He knew his mother regretted marrying his father. She’d fallen for him because was a free spirit but it turned out that being a fun loving party guy wasn’t exactly husband material. His father never took anything seriously nor worked to the height of his potential in anything, it was a wonder the Time Travel trip didn’t get them stuck in Jurassic Park or something they’d surely be up shit creek then.

“Later, dudes. I’m vapor.” Phil said downing his glass of juice.

“Phil, remember no more trouble at school or you can’t take out Keely this weekend.” His mother reminded him.

“I know Ma.” He said pulling his backpack on his shoulders.

“Who’s this Keely?” His father asked.

“I met a girl.” He said simply.

“I think he’s quite taken with her.” His mother beamed.

“So you found another bimbo this quickly?” Pim asked.

“Pim…” Their father admonished.

“Keely is not a bimbo, she’s a nice girl. And I’d appreciate if you’d just lay off my personal life.”

“She probably won’t be so nice when you get done wrecking her reputation. Besides, you hardly keep your score card personal.” Pim said dryly as she sprayed herself a doughnut.

“Where’d you meet this girl?”

“Technically I met her in the Vice Principal’s office. But she was in that class I got kicked out of.” Phil explained.

“You got kicked out of class on the first day?” Lloyd demanded to know.

“Lloyd, I’ve taken care of it you hardly take interest in the children as it was, is, will be back home. Don’t bother starting now.” Barb bit out.

His parents sniped back and forth and Phil decided to make his exit Pim snuck out with him.

“I wish he’d hurry up and fix the Time Machine and get back to work with him hanging around they seem to be fighting more than ever.” Pim said.

Phil agreed, back home his father spent far too much time working. He was an Executive Engineer at Wizard Tech, the company that made and manufactured Wizards. It was highly paying position that required him to sit at a desk all day and conduct Trans- Universal business calls all day making more a day than executives in this time would make in a year. Wizards were like cell phones, IPod’s, and computers all in one, but still so much more sophisticated than that. Just about everyone owned one.

Phil smoked a cigarette on the way to the bus stop.

“Those things will kill ya you know.” Pim pointed out as they waited, they’d left a whole twenty minutes early.

“They cured the big C remember.” Phil told her.

“Not in this century.” Pim said.

“Whatever.” He took another long drag before tossing it and digging in his back pack for candy.

“Do you think they’ll get a divorce?” Pim asked.

“I don’t know.”

“A part of me really wants them too neither of them are happy, but I don’t want to see them apart it’ll be weird.” Pim said.

“Like this isn’t weird. We take a bus to school that rolls on the ground. Hell we go to school. If that isn’t weird I don’t know what is.”

They stood in silence for a few minutes, when a familiar car came rolling down the street. Phil’s heart was about the beat out of his chest, it was Keely.

She pulled to a stop in front of them.

“Hey, need a ride?” Calli asked hanging out of the passenger side window.

“Sure.” Phil smirked.

Calli pushed open the front door and climbed over into the back seat.

“Calli you little monkey why do you have to climb over every ting like it’s the zoo or something.” Keely chastised, always the quintessence of an older sister.

“Hey Phil…” Keely said smiling, he could tell it was a genuine smile.

“What’s up Keels.” He smiled.

“Hey…you…” Keely said to Pim who was standing there watching with interest.

“Keely, Calli, this is my sister Pim. Pim these are Keely and Calli.”

“Together we’re the Teslow girls!” Calli chorused from the backseat.

“Hi…” Pim said.


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“You can ride with us you know Pim. I’m not going to like drive us into a lake or anything.” Keely said once Phil had gotten into the car.

“I don’t want to impose.” She said.

“Come on get in. Imposing on people is fun.” Calli said.

“It’s what she does best.” Keely agreed and Pim got in.

Keely acknowledged immediately that Pim and Phil were vastly different. They didn’t even look alike. Pim was fair skinned with blonde hair and blue eyes, Phil had a dark healthy looking tan, dark eyes and dark hair. Pim seemed much more reserved than her brother and far more uptight.

“Do you go to H.G Wells?” Pim asked Calli.

“Nope, I go to Handsome Town Academy. And I have to dress like a bad Britney Spears video.” Calli said.

“Oh,” Pim said.

“What year are you?” Calli asked.

“Freshman.”

“I’m a freshman too but I take the junior curriculum.”

“They let you do that.” Pim said.

Keely could have laughed at the amazement in her voice, Phil most certainly did.

He looked so sexy today, different style of clothes than the day before. She like the idea that he could switch his style up. His lips curved into a smirk, Keely did what she could to concentrate on the road, she wanted to kiss him again.

“She’s getting turned on over classes listen at her.” Phil said as Keely drove to Calli’s school.

“Phillip, not everyone is an educational not-wit like yourself.” Pim said.


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“Whatever, Pim.” Phil said, he could do just as well as she did in school and probably better if he applied himself but that was going to change he decided.

His mother had made him a promise that he could get his present day driver’s license and a car of his own if he kept his grades up and his nose clean. He had a hover car license in the future which was about damn useless here and his own hover car. Well at least until his mother snatched the keys away about a month ago along with his license.

They let Calli off at her school and made their way around to H.G. Wells, where Pim got out and promptly thanked Keely from the ride. Leaving Keely and Phil in the car. Phil looked around at other students loitering at their cars in the parking lot.

“So…” Phil said nervous about how to begin.

Keely was gazing out of the window at a blonde girl in a pink dress walking hand in hand with a boy in a football jersey.

“Phil, there are things you should know about me…” Keely began.

“Like what…” he asked, staring at her lips.

“i–I…” she faltered.

“Keely, I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to me about anything.” He said putting an arm around her.

“Anything?” she gulped.

“I want to be there for you.” Phil said.

“I really want to tell you.” She whispered.

“You don’t have to now…if you don’t want to.” Phil told her, “But whatever it is it won’t make me feel any different about you.”

“You won’t?” she asked.

“No, I’ll still think you are the sweetest, nicest, sexiest girl I’ve ever met.” He said pulling her closer to him.

“Phil, I know I should tell you but it’s hard for me.” Keely said looking up into his eyes.

“You’ll come to trust me with your secrets Keely in time.” He said, “Is this about the guy who hurt you?”

Phil frowned when a frightened expression fitted across her face.

“Does he still hurt you?”

“Sometimes…Phil, I really don’t think I want to play twenty questions.”

“Alright,” he resigned to let her bring it up on her own time though he was extremely worried and extremely pissed off that anyone would dare hurt her.

She put her arms around his neck and he just held her. It felt good, he didn’t know why he was so fiercely protective of this girl he hardly knew. Whatever the reason was he had a sneaking suspicion that if he didn’t protect her nobody would.

He slid his arms around her back feeling exactly how small framed she really was it made him want to protect her all the more. She flinched pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My sister and I were wrestling last night, and I got a little banged up falling off the bed, just a couple of bruises that’s all.” She said forcing a smile and looking down at the sliver of seat between them.

He tilted her chin up to meet his eyes, he could see tears shining in hers.

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Phil…” she whispered.

He knew she wasn’t telling the truth, he wanted to barge in guns blazing and kill whoever was keeping this pretty girl in pain a so not scare her played along with this little lie of hers.

“Why pray tell were you and your sister wrestling on a bed? And most importantly why didn’t you call me? I most certainly would have refereed.”

Keely blushed, “Didn’t have your number.”

“I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night.” He told her.

“You are?”

“Hell yeah. I’ll be out on a date with a gorgeous girl and hopefully unraveling her mysteries.” He said.


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Keely wanted to kiss him so badly, his brown eyes ere burning into her green ones, and it was like she was seeing his soul through them. She could see the want in them but it was overshadowed by his concern for her. She had been wrong about him wanting to give up her when he found out. So the focus was no longer on tell him but keeping him out of it once he knew.

She sighed and decided to save those thoughts for another day, it was almost time to head to class and she hadn’t even kissed him yet. She felt that tingle of excitement in her body. It had been so long since she looked forward to anything, for the longest time her existence was the same old same cycle of never ending pain and tears.

She leaned in giving into temptation and crashing her lips upon his. The kiss deepened effortlessly and they were making out in her car. The bell rang minutes into the kisses and they reluctantly pulled apart to go to class.

The day was a blur for Keely it turned out that Phil was in a lot of her classes, and she even had gym with Pim. Which was a freaky coincidence because that rhymed and Keely hated gym but she would rather that than wood shop for a class credit. Being benched during the volley ball match gave Keely a chance to get to know Pim. She seemed like a nice girl too much of a perfectionist. She’d been benched because she didn’t know how to play volleyball and the younger girl had been upset about that. Pim seemed like one those people who had to get everything right.

Keely spent lunch with Phil out in the courtyard, he held her hand and they lay on the grass outside talking leaving their lunches half eaten for the ants. And the best part was Tara Schrader hadn’t bothered her all day. For that she was eternally grateful.


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Phil didn’t exactly have the best day. He ended up taking English from a very eccentric redheaded woman in a class full of jocks and cheerleaders. Unfortunately or fortunately Owen wasn’t in that class. Had he been there he would have at least warned Phil about Seth Wassumer. Captain of the Varsity Everything Team and Supreme Overlord of freaky English lady’s class.

Phil had taken a seat away from the huddled masses and over in the corner and was quietly working o the assignment in the text book when Seth came sauntering over telling him he needed permission to sit in the corner. An argument ensued, and let’s just say Phil wouldn’t be invited over to Seth’s house for tea and cakes any time soon. Not that he gave a damn.

He found gym class a hot and sweaty waste of time, who gives a shit about climbing a rope in two minutes? Lunch with Keely was amazing though they talked and kissed she was beginning to open up to him. That was worth facing any self important jocks or doing stupid rope tricks.

Mercifully the school day ended, and he spent another afternoon in Keely’s company. Calli decided to show Pim around the Pickford Library while Phil and Keely just rode around town seeing the sights.

Finally, Keely said it was time for her to go home. Phil noticed she seemed very sad about it, and it wasn’t just because she enjoyed spending so much time with him. He realized something was wrong there in her home really wrong.

She dropped Phil and Pim off at their house, much to Phil’s chagrin his mother was out front gardening or more accurately completely excavating the grounds on the front of the house. He reluctantly introduced his mother to the sisters. He could tell she took an instant liking to them, and they seemed to take to her as well.

“I can’t wait till tomorrow night…” Phil told Keely as he slipped an arm around her waist.


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“Me either.” Keely said.

He kissed her passionately right there in front of his mother who laughed and resumed digging up the ground. Keely found Phil’s mother to be a strange yet highly intelligent woman, the way she spoke made Keely take notice of her instantly, the woman was definitely not a pretty face. She was nice to Keely and her sister and it wasn’t the fake kind of nice either.

“Beautiful,” Phil whispered moving strands of Keely’s blonde hair out of her eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She told him, it was still unbelievable that she Keely Teslow the shy mouse from the music room had a boyfriend, especially one so hot and outspoken.

He pressed a sly kiss to her collarbone and pulled her around the side of the house, Calli and Pim were questioning Mrs. Diffy about what plants she was throwing into the gaping holes in the ground.

Keely shuddered at the feel of his hot mouth against her skin; no one had done that before. It was a bit scary and intense but she felt safer with him than anyone else, he took his lips away and gazed up at her with a passion drunk expression on his face.

“I want to know everything about you Keel…tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine.” He whispered, she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to stare at his lips or his eyes, his eyes were shining with sincerity, and his lips were red and swollen from the rough kisses they’d just shared.

She bit her lip, she knew she really should tell him but this wasn’t the ideal venue for the talk.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“With my life,” she whispered sliding out of his embrace and walking backwards to her car she couldn’t take her eyes off him she was falling to far too fast but she knew he’d catch her before she hit the ground.

“Bye Keels.” Phil called, smirking from where he stood.

“Later Philly-Willy,” she said.

“Hey! That stays between us. Okay?” he said indignantly.

Oh, he was so cute.

“It was nice meeting you Mrs. Diffy.”

“Likewise Keely. And call me Barbara, Mrs. Diffy is my mother in law.”

“Okay, check ya later Phil, see you tomorrow Pim. It was nice meeting you too Barbara,” Calli called as they made their way to Keely’s car.

“Do you wanna stop by and see Grandma?” Calli asked, Grandma Norma Jean lived on the same street as Phil.

“Sure,” Keely said.

Visiting her grandmother was the usual, a trip and half. Her grandmother was a funny, gray haired lady, who loved to gamble and tell stories. She loved Keely and Calli fiercely, she had tried to get custody of them after Mandy had been committed but she couldn’t because of the whole thing with Ford the courts wouldn’t allow her to take them, much to the disgust of the girls and of Bryce. They were allowed to see her anytime they liked she lived so close by.

They got home at a little after five, the pep rally ended probably ended around three thirty or four. Keely expected a few, “Where the hell you been’s” from Bryce but they found no one was home thankfully. Keely did her home work made dinner, ate and watched a little TV before heading to bed, she was nervous about her date with Phil. And even more nervous about Bryce finding out someone in town was bound t tell him she was seeing a boy. She didn’t want Phil to get hurt. She needed an excuse to get out of the house, she’d probably tell Bryce she was taking her sister to the mall and instead drop off to hang out with Pim and go out with Phil.

She rifled through her wardrobe she had nothing cute or sexy to wear on a date and the bruises on her arms hadn’t gone away, tank tops were definitely out of the question. She would probably borrow something from Calli who actually owned nice things.


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School was a lot easier for Phil on Friday not even Seth’s annoying presence could bring him down. He was still nervous as hell and he didn’t know why Keely was practically his girlfriend anyways. They kissed held hands; she’d even met his mother for crying out loud. Why in the hell was he afraid of dinner and a movie? He questioned himself when he was alone in his room getting dressed for his date with Keely.

He was half way between freaking out and over the moon ecstatic about the whole thing. He was so scared he was going to blow it. He sat in the bathroom on the sink staring at the baggie in his hand. He really didn’t want to show up high o his first day with Keely, but he didn’t know any other way to relax. He lit up there in the bathroom like always; he was dressed and ready for his date although it would be an hour before she was to come over.

He toked back on the best ganja from the future, daydreaming about the girl who made his blood run hot in the best way ever. He wondered what she’d think about him doing this or him being from the future for that matter. He decided he was going to tell her tonight, he’d known her only three days and he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. Seriously, and it wasn’t the weed either.

He put out the joint deciding to save the rest of the roach for later. He sat there in his mellow place until Pim came pounding on the door.

“Phil! Keely’s here.”

Crap! How could she have gotten here so fast did he waste a whole hour dreaming about her? He checked his watch he did.

“Fucking idiot.” He cursed himself as he desperately tried to fan the scent of marijuana out of the bathroom window.

He collected himself and sprayed some cologne and made his way downstairs.

She stood there in the living room chatting with his mother; he had passed Calli on her way upstairs to Pim’s room. Time seemed to slow down as he took her in. She was wearing a pink camisole a short denim mini skirt with a purple shrug thing over it and the necklace he’d given her. It was the first he’d seen of her legs, they looked like polished ivory and smooth as silk. His hungry gaze spent back up her pretty face, her green eyes accentuated by the purple eye shadow she wore her lips painted a luscious shade of pink. It was taking all of his control not the sprint over and capture them in a deep searing kiss. And her hair was curly and it hung in silky waves down her back. She was beautiful before but now she was gorgeous.

He strode over a goofy smile on his face; it was there long before he’d smoked out honest. His mother saw him approach and smiled before making her way into the kitchen.

“Phil, you look great.” She said.

“You look edible,” he said kissing her cheek.

“Phil…” she whispered blushing and giggling.

“I’m sorry that was extremely forward.” He said the joint hadn’t helped at all he was still nervous as hell and a little bit high.

“It’s okay Phil, are you ready to go?” she asked.

“Yeah, let me run up and get my jacket.” He told her.

“Okay… take your time.”

“You can come up if you want it’ll only take a second.”

“Nah you go ahead, these shoes don’t do too good when I have to climb the stairs.” She told him.

He laughed and walked up, Pim was standing in the hall.

“Phil are you stoned?” she asked.

“No…” he said.

“You were smoking in the bathroom again you left the window open and it smells like weed in there. If mom and dad find out they’ll make you stop seeing Keely.” Pim said.

“They won’t find out unless you tell them.” He said pushing past her.

“Phil, you can’t continue to do this to yourself. It’s more than you you’ll hurt if you keep this up. I know you really like Keely more than any of the other girls you’ve had. If she finds out she might break up with you.” Pim said.

Phil had considered this himself. That was the last thing he wanted.

“I’ll quit.” He said stepping into his room.

“Good that means I don’t have to tell mom and dad.” Pim said.

“See you later Pim. Have fun.”

“You too Philly-Willy.” Pim smirked darting into her room.

Phil made his way downstairs were Keely was waiting.

“Sorry that took so long Pim cornered me in the hall. You know how that is.”

“Yeah, sisters.”

“Let’s get going I’m starving.” He said.

“Me too, I could eat horse.”

“Radish!” his mother screamed from the kitchen.

She must have the Food500Yummilizer set to voice activation while she was making dinner.

Keely eyed the kitchen curiously and Phil covered quickly, “She just thought of the secret ingredient for Granny D’s chicken pot pie.”

“Oh okay,” she said.

Phil was eager to leave the house behind and start the date.