Hello hello. You guys are awesome for listening to my ramblings! I just came up with this idea about an hour ago, so bear with me if there's some small thing that I didn't figure out about it or something… I know, I just finished "It's Been Lovely…" yesterday, "This is My December" today, and I'm already hard at work on my next one. I really need to get a life… no. This is my life.

To any of my lovelies reading this story who have reviewed my others…

GoldCatMaster- Glad that you liked This Is My December. (Laughs) Yeah, if I don't stop adding sisters, I'm going to be stuck with, like, 48 of them. Sorry it's a little confuzzling, but it helps to make srue the reader's paying attention through the whole thing.

element90- I was reading your profile… very interesting indeed, that my summer was basically the same as yours… Anyway, hip-hip hooray for me, you enjoyed my story! Coolness. The support is appreciated. As usual, I'm waiting as patiently as possible for your next update, so I guess we're kind of on the same level there.

Emma Barrows- I'm not sure if I'm going to add to "It's Been Lovely…" I mean, I have a few ideas for little additions, but… you never know withme. My oneshot ended up to be a two-chapter thing, so it's really hard to say with me. I'm crazy like that. I'm still laughing at the mental image of Candida covered in blue dye in my head.

PHILandKEELY- I really thought that what Keely said to Phil in chapter 12 of "It's Been Lovely…" was really just more sad than anything… that's harsh, am I right? Anyway… Love makes us do crazy things. Yeah… I can definitely see as to why people would be wondering why she saidit, but… it helps to see what they feel when you are writing the thing, so… yeah.

AC- Hooray! I love "When Doves Cry" too... Awesome song. And it actually kinda fit with the story...

Rrrr… my internet always vomits me out of the server. That's okay, just as long as it's not when I'm reading your reviews or uploading my story…

"So, Keely," Phil said, sitting down on his couch, "I hear you're trying out for Battle of the Bands…"

"That's right," Keely said, propping her feet on the ottoman in front of her. "Ashley and I are going to do two songs…"

"Which ones?"

Keely racked her brain. " 'Last Letter Home," by the Dropkick Murphys, and our original song, 'Rush.'"

Phil nodded. "Well," he said, going to get a drink, "I'm sure you'll do good.

Keely had gotten up and followed him. "Knock on wood," she added.

Phil knocked superstitiously on a wall, and the two heard a clunk. They turned around, and a wall-mounted speaker had fallen off of its shelf and onto the ground. The two teens shook their head, and Phil pulled a water bottle out of the fridge. "Anyway, good luck, even though you won't need it…"

"I'll need it," Keely muttered.

Then, Lloyd came in the back door. "Did you kids hear a thump?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah Mr. Diffy," Keely responded. "A speaker fell down in the living room. No big."

"Alright," he said, and left without another word.

"Anyway, Phil," Keely started. "I want to… tell you something," she said, leaning on the refrigerator.

"Shoot," Phil said, taking a drink of water.

"Well," Keely began, as the refrigerator started to slide into the wall, "uh… this is-- OW!" She let out a yelp of pain as the refrigerator slid down into the alcove, and Phil distinctly heard a loud crash. "At least it didn't go into the garage…"

"Knock on wood," Phil said, habitually tapping the counter. Big mistake, he realized too late, as the fridge crashed through the floor.

Seconds later, Barbara entered the front door. "Hey kids," she said. "Look what I picked up today at the store!" Barbara presented an object, holding it as if it were a treasure.

"It's a flashlight," Keely said.

"Flashlight!" they heard a delighted voice come from upstairs. Seconds later, Pim had the flashlight in her hands. "How do you set stuff on fire?" she asked, looking around.

"That's not what it's used for!" Keely said. "You're thinking of a lighter. A flashlight just helps you see in the dark."

Pim scoffed. "Well I could just use the InstaMorph and turn into a cat if I had to see in the night," she muttered, disgusted that she wouldn't be able to commit arson. "Twenty-second century knuckle draggers," she added.

"So," Phil said. "You got a flashlight."

"Yeah," Barbara said, putting it on a shelf, as if it were a trophy.

"That's just great, Mom, but the refrigerator's in the basement right now, so I think you might want to do something about that…"

The two left before Barbara realized what Phil had just said to her.

"Anyway," Phil said, collapsing on the couch, "where was I?"

"I forget…" Keely muttered. "Something about school?"

"Right. Ready for Anderson's test on relative gravity tomorrow?" When he asked, a sudden violent movement shook the living room, and Keely fell down…

…right on top of Phil. They stayed there for a little while…

But that was only to make sure they didn't get hurt if the room vibrated again, right? Sure it was…

"Did you feel that?" Phil asked stupidly, when the house stopped shaking.

"I think I feel your elbow on my stomach," Keely muttered, rubbing her midsection after she stood back up.

Phil smiled at the recent turn of events, but Keely's expression worried him. "What's wrong?"

"Either the earth has tilted 15 degrees, or your living room was built in a poorly chosen location," she said, pointing outside. "Your foundation is screwed up, Phil. You need to get a contractor."

Phil stood up, and saw that the houses across the street were tilted at a strange angle. "Mom! Dad!" he called.

Pim also entered the room, having heard something loud crash. "Oh, that's disgusting!" she shouted. "You two made out so much you wore a hole in the ground!"

Phil and Keely both nervously laughed (a bit too much so) at this, and Barbara merely warned Pim by saying her name.

"What happened?" Lloyd asked. "Why is the outside all tilted."

"Our house is on a… bad… fountain?" Phil asked, confused.

"Foundation," Keely corrected him.

"Foundation," Phil echoed.

"Well we can't stay here now!" Pim said. "What if the house collapses while we're all asleep?"

"We need to have a contraction," Phil added, trying to sound smart.

"You need to get a contractor," Keely corrected him again. "Phil… don't you know everything? How is it that you don't know about this stuff?"

"In the future… houses are a lot different, to say the least. If it starts to tilt, furniture doesn't go sliding around the house, for one," he said simply. "Anyway, we're going to have to find a place to stay until the contractions start."

"Contractors, Phil, contractors. You're fixing a house, not birthing a child."

"Right," Phil said. "That's what I said."

"Anyway… I think that you guys might be able to stay at our place. I mean, we have a guest room, and all… I could ask my mom, if you want…"

Phil was intrigued by the idea of sleeping in the same house as Keely… okay, maybe it isn't all that romantic, but that's progress. Plus, he might be able to sleep on the floor in her room, or something. He wasn't getting his hopes up, but…

"We'd lo-love to," Phil said, as his voice substantially cracked in the middle of his sentence, causing both Keely and Pim to laugh at him. "Laugh it up," he muttered.

"I'll see if my mom approves," Keely said, still laughing as she left.

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