The House Guest pt. 8

Phil yawned and started to get out of bed.


It was Friday at six pm, which meant he had a date with Elizabeth later that night. He had just taken a little doze. He looked at his mobile phone, and to his surprise it said “One new voice message from Elizabeth”.
Phil dialled in the voicemail to listen, but there wasn’t much to hear. In fact all he heard was Elizabeth’s breathing and then nothing.

“Must have rang me by accident,” thought Phil to himself.
He would ask about it later. He went to the shower to freshen up. He wanted to look in tip-top shape for the date.

Phil truly did love Elizabeth, so he went though extra lengths to ensure their dates were perfect. He took his fourth shower of the day, then got changed and sprayed on some of Elizabeth’s favourite cologne everything had to go especially well tonight, since he hadn’t seen her in a while.

He rang up the taxi company and waited.

Elizabeth had been ready for a while now, but had been spending a lot of time combing her hair. It was already fine; she was just stood there thinking what to do.

She would have to tell Phil about the baby some time, but she wasn’t sure how, or when. She wasn’t sure whether tonight would be a good time to tell him or not. In fact she wasn’t sure that there would ever be a good time to tell him. Elizabeth sighed.

She has always wanted a family, and she always wanted to be with Phil, but being a mother at eighteen was something she had never anticipated or wanted.
“I may as well make the most of this date” she said to herself.

“Beep beep!”
Phil heard the horn of the taxi and got up to exit the house. Just as he closed the door he saw Jenny walking up the road.
“Hey, home from work a little late?”

“Yeah, these new hours are killing me. I can barely manage!”
Phil chuckled a little.
“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”
He stepped into the taxi which began to drive to ‘The Hub’.

Jenny walked inside and picked up the telephone. She dialled her old homes number. The number of her parents.

“Hi mom, hi dad. It’s Jenny,” she said happily.
“Jenny dear! Wonderful to hear from you! How are you, how are you doing at work?”

“Work, ha! It’s going great but the pay only just makes up for the hours.”
“Don’t worry dear, it’ll get better. I promise”
“Well there is this one guy helping me through a bit. His name is Scott and he’s pretty… good.”
Jenny didn’t tell her mom in what way he was ‘good’. They weren’t exactly the most in tune people with youth and relationships.
“That’s great sweety. Anything in particular you want to talk about?”
Jenny was silent for a bit. She knew what might happen if she spoke about Phil, but with his birthday in three days, it was inevitable.
“Well…Phil.”
Immediately the cheerfulness that had been in the conversation evaporated. Though they were far away from each other, Jenny felt as if her mother had just given her a cold stare.
“What about him?” her mother managed.
Jenny fidgeted a little, slightly uncomfortable.
“Well it’s his birthday soon…”
“Oh excuse me dear I have to go. Nice to talk I’ll see you soon. Bye,” said her mom quickly, before Jenny could get a word in. Jenny sighed. She wasn’t sure if taking in Phil had been the best decision. It hadn’t been too bad, but it could have been much better. Phil was far from the best house-guest. She dialled Scotty’s number, but he wasn’t home.
“Where is he?” thought Jenny.

Nine pm. The Hub. Phil stepped out of the taxi and went into his favourite night club. Elizabeth was already there. He smiled, and wolf whistled. She looked up, and at that moment they both realised how much they’d missed each other. She ran towards him and they embraced. Phil kissed her.


“Man, I’ve missed you so much Lizzy,” said Phil softly.
“I’ve missed you too Phil. It’s been hell without you.”
“You wanna dance?” asked Phil.
Elizabeth thought for a moment. Dancing. She loved to dance, and she loved to sing. It was probably why she and Phil were such a good match. But should she really be dancing with a baby on the way? Then again, he would suspect something if she turned him down.

“I’d love to,” said Elizabeth, and she followed him to the dance floor.
They began to dance. Phil smiled.
“I love to see you dance,” he said grinning. “It just makes me fell, good. Don’t ask why…”

“I love to see you, period,” replied Elizabeth.
Phil smiled even more.


The DJ left the booth to a round of applause, so Phil suggested that they go upstairs to find a table.

The food was delicious, as always. Phil didn’t come to The Hub because of the food but he loved it none-the-less.
“I’m really having a great time with you Phil,” said Elizabeth.

“I’m having a great time with you too. Some of the best moments of my life are spent with you.”
Elizabeth couldn’t stand it anymore; she hated lying to Phil when he was being so honest to her.
“Phil there’s something I have to tell you,” said Elizabeth slowly.
“Sure, what is it?” asked Phil.
“Well, this…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Phil, who was staring right past Elizabeth.
Elizabeth turned around to see what he was talking about. Scotty Kenta had just walked up, accompanied by a blonde girl. He kissed her, and asked for a table.


“Damn it, I don’t have my cell. I can’t take a picture!”
Phil just stared with rage at Scotty, who was going to get away with cheating on Jenny.
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand,” said Phil, “It’s people keeping secrets from their loved ones. Must tear them up inside keeping secrets like that, and they deserve it.”
Elizabeth stared at Phil, totally gob-smacked.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” asked Phil.
“Oh, I was just going to say this is the best time I’ve ever had with you,” said Elizabeth weekly.
Phil finished off his food and he stood up.

“Come on,” he said, “follow me.”
He took Elizabeth to the back of The Hub.
“I just want one last dance. One last dance before this wonderful date is over…”

~ by l3w1s on July 7, 2007.