Summary: So here it is, The Shoebox Project [OK, OK, I ripped that straight from the fanfiction story you love so much online...but I got nothing.]. I figured you'd like looking through all this yourself.
NEON SIGN: 'PHIL'S'
I guess I didn't throw it out like I told you I did; I wanted to keep it for the memories. Plus this marked a monumental moment in our lives - the moment we realised...
He's rearranging the books in his locker, frowning in concentration, as Keely moves up beside him.
"Whatcha doing, Phil?" she asks by way of greeting, looking curiously at the mess he's creating inside.
"What does it look like?" he asks as a returned greeting, smiling slightly as he glances at her.
"Where did that neon sign go?" she 'replies', as he moves aside to let her look at what he's done so far.
"Threw it out," he answers casually, finally ending their conversation of questions.
"Aw, why?" she asks, feeling slightly put off.
"It took up too much space." He shrugs and moves back to slip in a couple of future gadgets.
His arm moves past her eyes before she starts and realises. "Phil?" she begins.
"You're still sticking to the questions?" he questions with a groan. "I thought you'd be done with that..."
"Have you grown?" she asks, ignoring him pointedly as she looks up - looks up - at him.
"I...guess so," he agrees, frowning. "I never thought about it." He shuts his locker door abruptly and looks at her, straightening. "Have I?"
"You have," she deduces, beginning to smile. "How could I have not noticed that?" She reaches up - reaches up - to ruffle his hair.
"Must be blind," he says, grinning. "But if it makes you feel any better, I didn't realise, either."
She suddenly hugs him tightly, and buries her face into his chest. Her smile widens as she pulls away from him. She finally gives a plain statement. "I've never done this before," she observes. "I like it," she decides, and turns around to leave. "Come on, the first bell just rang."
He blinks, shakes his head, and slams his locker shut. "Coming, Keel."