Well, I shall resume writing, I came up with an idea about this story when I was skiing, and it was something to amuse me whilst going up the ski lift. I will continue the other one, perhaps, but I wanna write this one first. I'll promise not to stop it. Okay, it's kinda similar to WIFLCD, also a sad one. Enjoy, Zoë

Phil sat idly in class, everyone was bored, and he stared longingly at the clock, anticipating the bell. Phil felt for a piece of paper in his pocket, something dangerous for him if it got out, it was stupid that he cared about it, but he did. Phil eyed around the room and read the note again, the names and letters written in Via's neat writing, and the replies in his scrawny pen. On hearing the bell, he stuffed it into his pocket and collected up his book. He walked out of his English class with Owen towards his locker, where the girls were waiting patiently for them.

"Are you up for ice cream?" Keely asked the question, directing it at Phil

"Sure", he shrugged, taking books out of his bag and putting them into his locker. A piece of pink paper fell to the floor, Keely went to pick it up but Phil grabbed it from her reach.

"Sorry," he smiled, "not for your eyes". She pretended to be grumpy, but smiled.

"Lets jet," she said perkily, and the four friends left school for the ice cream parlour.

Phil and Owen walked down the street together, Owen just a few paces behind his friend. They had decided to leave earlier then the girls, but Phil was preoccupied. He just read the notes passed over and over again.

"What's that?" Owen came over, talking in a cheery, annoying voice. Before Phil could reply, Owen had snatched the paper from his hand. The blonde boy stared at it for a moment, and Phil's face turned a deep face of red.

"I knew it!" Owen cried, his face in a huge grin, "I mean it was so obvious" Phil snatched it back off him.

"Just shut up about it" Phil said, trying to sound threatening, "If you tell Keely anything you've read on there, I'll…" but he stopped. What could he say, 'I'll turn you into a pumpkin?'

"You'll what?" Owen asked, tauntingly. But Phil just sighed and smiled. He'd confessed his love for his best friend, to his other friend, on the back of his History homework. Without realising it, Owen had taken the paper from Phil again before the other boy had a chance to stop him.

"Give it back" Phil moaned.

"Or what? What happens if I accidentally…tell Keely what's on here" he grinned.

"You wouldn't dare"

"Try me…you know Phil," Owen gazed down at his friend's nice new shoes, "Those shoes you got on a pretty tight" Phil sighed and rolled his eyes, before making a plunge for the now heavily screwed and quite ripped piece of paper. Owen moved out of the way and taunted Phil again

"You want it, go and get it" Releasing his grip, the notes flew into the road, where Phil chased after it.

"You dare tell Keely" But Phil didn't finish his sentence. It was met by a scream of fear and a scream of pain as a car drove head into Phil. The first thing he felt vast pain all over his body, and then the pain that he may never see his family, or worse, Keely again. As he tried to brush away these thoughts, he found himself quickly sinking into a dark abyss of the mind.

See, I told you it was kinda like the other one, but not quite. Hmmm…I'm pondering on what to call this story, it usually tends to be what I'm listening too, but Windows Media is broken, so that's no help. Oh flip! I hate MSN, it's reset everything! (i.e., my pictures, backgrounds, under name, emotions!) I WANT TO SHOOT IT! Anyways, I may not be able to update for a while because I have exams, but they finish on the 23rd, but on the 24th, I defiantly won't be able to update but I don't care because I'm going to see an AWESOME band. So…ummm, review, and I'll try to update ASAP