A/N: After quite a hiatus due to writer's block, Subtle Nuances returns to please the fans! I am going to fight my writer's block! This may or may not be the final chapter, we'll find out when I'm done writing it!

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Keely and Phil stood there in the doorway for a couple of minutes, Keely's eyes wide open and Phil's closed the whole time. Something clattered to the floor. "Okay, ew, enough!" interrupted a voice through a mouthful of food.

The pair broke apart and turned to face a Tia, a huge glop of ice cream in her mouth and the carton in her hand, spoon on the floor. "Oh, hello, Tia," Phil said with a smile, apparently not realizing he had red lipstick smeared across his face. Tia stifled a giggle with a serious face and grabbed Keely's arm, yanking her across the foyer to the bottom of the stairwell.

"Okay. One, that was gross. Two, I thought you were mad at Phil?" She had swallowed the ice cream in the best interest of the people in the foyer.

Keely shrugged, a ditzy smile on her face. "I was. I guess he changed all of that."

"I guess he changed all of that," Tia repeated, fluttering her eyelashes and using a falsetto. "Yeah, no kidding!" she said, back in her regular voice. "Girl, you are smitten!"

"Yeah, I guess I am!" Keely sighed happily.

Tia shook her head. "This is just too wrong. This isn't a Keely kind of thing to do! Keely wouldn't be swooning, she'd be asking! Have some dignity!" With the unoccupied hand, the brunette shoved Keely towards Phil, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, and a killer smile on his face despite the lipstick.

"Yeah." She walked to stand next to Phil. "What was that all about?"

Phil moved to allow her space on the doorframe, which she leaned against, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I thought about it. Keel, I know you don't want me to go back to the fu… back home," he quickly corrected, ignoring Tia completely. "You know, to Lawrence, Kansas, the geographical center of the nation." His voice trailed off, and Keely nodded, prodding him back into what he was saying. "And I don't want to leave either. I want to stay here. With you. Keely, I love you." He reached for her waist and twirled her around the living room to music only the two of them could hear, dipping her back and kissing her again.


"KEELY!" Tia yelled, slapping Keely's arm really hard. The two friends were sitting in Tia's room and Keely was describing the hospital story.

Keely sighed with a smile. "I'm sorry, I'm just dreaming." Suddenly the doorbell rang. Just like in my daydream! Keely dashed down the stairs to answer it. It was Phil, as predicted. In this reality, though, she was the one who grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to kiss him.

Phil's eyes sprung open wide as he was presented with Keely's forehead, which was still devoid of makeup, and they parted, Keely smiling up at Phil through her eyelashes and Phil with a quirky-but-still-electric grin on his face. "What was that for? Gosh, you've been full of surprises lately!"

"I know," Keely said, rolling her eyes with a smile. "I'm just on a roll with my fainting and all." Wow, that sounded really smart! Not… oy, what a loser.

Phil laughed, which made Keely feel a little bit better. She knew he wasn't laughing at her, because he smiled and squeezed her waist before letting go. "So, what now?"

Keely shrugged. "I dunno, but that was fun."

Tia came down the stairs with a spoon in her hand and her mouth full of ice cream just like in Keely's daydream. "Oh, hey Phil," she said after swallowing. "What're you doing here, considering Keely was really mad at you and all?" Keely's eyes opened wide and, staring at Tia, she made a slashing motion across her throat with her hand.

"I don't hate you, Philly-Willy!" Keely cooed, batting her mascara-free eyelashes.

"Of course you don't," he replied with a grin. "We just fixed all that."

A sigh of relief later, Keely was pushing Phil out the door. "It's almost ten o'clock, Phil. You had better get home."

Phil scrunched up his face and sighed. "Keels, we need to talk."

"Breaking up before even officially going out," Tia whispered, and Keely elbowed her so hard that she grunted. "You're welcome."

Keely followed Phil out the door and, closing it behind her, they stood out under the white moonlight. "What's up, Phil?"

"Um, Keely, I feel like I need to be extremely frank with you."

Keely's chin quivered and already she was on the brink of tears. "Frank about what? And why are you calling me Keely instead of Keel or Keels?" Tia was right, she began to think.

"I'm not going to be here forever. I know we already went over this, but I feel like we don't have time to be friends anymore," Phil said, holding Keely's hand and squeezing it.

She promptly yanked it back and narrowed her eyes. "We don't have time to what?"

Mini A/N: I was going to leave a cliffhanger here but I'm too nice, so…

"We don't have the time left to be friends," he sighed, sitting down on the grass. "Here, pull up some St. Augustine."

"I'd rather not," Keely replied sharply, "until you explain yourself."

Phil sighed (A/N: I wish there were accurate synonyms for this!) again. "You're taking this the wrong way, Keels."

"Is there a right way to take this?" Keely asked incredulously. "Because from what I've heard, there doesn't seem to be."

"That's because you won't let me finish!" Phil said angrily, standing up to look at Keely. "If you'd let me talk, you'd hear me say… well, you'd hear me say…"

Keely glared at Phil. "Hear you say what, exactly?"

Phil stepped in closer. "You'd hear me talk about the girl I love."

Keely started sobbing and turned around, but Phil grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to face him. "Because she's cute, a little bit shorter than I am, blonde, and beautiful even when she's crying."

"Are you sure she's not brunette?" Keely yelled as she wheeled around and stormed back to the house, but again Phil caught her.

"I'm sure," he said softly, "because I am looking right at her."

Keely looked behind her. "Where?" Phil rolled his eyes with a grin. "Oh, me?" She pointed at herself. "You love me?"

"I most certainly do," Phil said with a slight smile. And with that, he pulled her into another kiss. Keely could certainly get used to this! Just like my daydream, only better…


A/N: aww, I think that's the end of this one. To clarify, everything after the double dashes was the reality, and everything (including from the last chapter) after the doorbell but before the double dashes was Keely daydreaming. Cheers, and sequel on its way :)