DISCLAIMER: I do not own Phil of the Future, I have no connections to the actors or the people involved with the creation of the program. This is just the work of a fan.
AN: This is my first fanfic in a good long while, so go easy on me. I already have most of this story written out and so I'll probably be updating almost every day.
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Life hadn't turned out quite as he'd expected it to. At the time he'd told himself that he was making the right decisions, that these things that seemed horrible and harsh at the moment, were in fact, the best choices he could make. He'd ignored the ache in his heart and followed his brain instead, followed it right into an Ivy League university and hundreds of miles away from the one person that'd kept him here in the first place. Now, in his Sophomore year at Brown, he wasn't so sure about any of that. He hadn't talked to her in a month. Not since that awkward conversation they'd had. She'd called him, obviously upset and blatantly refusing to admit it. He'd listened to her talk about the unimportant parts of the last few weeks of her life, put up with what seemed like endless rambling and then finally he'd given her a push and asked exactly why she was calling him. "What's wrong, Keely? You okay?" He could almost visualize her reaction in his head, see her lower lip tremble delicately, eyes squeezing tightly shut to push away whatever was eating at her. "Nothing. I have to go Phil. Take care, love you, bye." She'd hung up without waiting for his reply. He remembered holding the phone in his hand for a long while, staring at it in utter confusion until it started making a loud beeping sound. No, he really wasn't sure about anything these days.
He missed her. It didn't matter that they'd broken up after graduation, it wasn't important that their relationship had been tense ever since. All that he really cared about was seeing her, talking to her, hearing her voice in his ear. If she knew how frequently he giggled her, she'd probably be too creeped out to ever acknowledge his existence again. He couldn't help it. How else was he supposed to know what she was up to? She never called him and it was nice to watch her, to see her going about her everyday activities with that same quirky little bounce in her step. He loved how she hummed when she brushed her teeth, mouth all full of foam and still somehow, she was singing. He liked watching her laugh, the way her entire face brightened when she smiled...he was going to drive himself crazy. It was probably a good thing that his roomie was hardly ever around, if the guy had ever actually been there it was pretty likely that Phil would've driven him insane with his moaning and groaning. He pulled his pillow over his face, pushing a long sigh into the white fabric and then he relented. He'd only watch for a minute.
It didn't take him long to summon her image up on the screen, after all, this was just part of his day. He would do his school work and then he would sit on his bed and try to convince himself that he was okay without her. Eventually though, every single time, he'd realize that he wasn't. He needed her around in some way, shape or form. Giggling her was just the easiest way to do it...and it didn't involve admitting that he'd been wrong. The day played from the beginning in fast forward, he saw her eating a breakfast of toast and eggs, saw her walking from class to class on the arm of that guy (he didn't know his name and hoped that he'd never have to), watched as she put in her afternoon jog, watched when she stopped moving all of a sudden and raised a hand. Fingertips pressed gently to her temples, face crinkling up in pain at what he assumed must be a headache. He stopped assuming anything at all when she sat down abruptly on the sidewalk, cradling her head in her hands and then things went black, or rather, the screen went black.
"No, not now. Why do you have to die now?" Frustration evident in his voice he tossed aside the futuristic device and dove for something more modern. The cordless phone that was perched on his nightstand. Fingers dialed the number automatically, back pressing against the wood headboard of his bed heavily. "Come on. Answer the phone." He hadn't considered the part where Keely would probably want to know how he knew exactly what was going on with her, he didn't particularly care that he was probably going to scare her. He just needed to hear her on the other end of the line, he needed to know that she was okay. He just had to make sure that it wasn't anything serious and that maybe she'd just been having an off day. "Hey!" Relief. It flooded his veins so quickly that he nearly jumped off of his bed and did cartwheels, "This is Keely's answering machine. I had you for a second there, right? Leave a message!" So much for relief.