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Phil stood beside a tree in Keely's yard, gripping it nervously. He had made this far, despite what Keely's wishes had been, because he just couldn't help wondering who that old man had been and if that scene outside the coffee house had had anything to do without him. He had made it that far, but the hardest step would be to actually come face to face with his beloved for the first time in nearly ten years. From her journal he had discovered that this was the night that she was preparing for her first day at the Pickford newstation. She was incredibly nervous and had practically begged Phil to come and visit her. Of course Phil's real motives had more to do with figuring out just who this Ted fellow was that had taken his Keely away from him rather than helping her to calm her nerves, but he figured it was as good as excuse as any to show up to the newstation the next day—the fateful day in which she was to meet her future husband.

Her mother's car was parked in the driveway, making Phil decide that he was going to climb the tree and knock on Keely's window to avoid an encounter with the overexcitable, fun-loving lady. The light was on in her room, so he was pretty sure that she was still up. It was, however, past ten and she was probably having to get up early the next day, so he had a feeling she wasn't going to stay up much longer. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself up onto the first branch of the tree, and then the next, and the next, until his finally met with the glass of Keely's window. Inside, he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, writing in her journal, when upon hearing the knocking she immeadiatly looked up and grin. She practically flew to the window to let Phil inside and then practically made him fall out of the tree when she went to hug him without warning.

"Sorry, Phil," she murmured sheepisly after Phil managed catch himself and then slipped inside. Grinning through his heavy panting, he replied that he probably would have done the same. Keely just laughed.

As Phil looked around the room, he saw piles and piles of popstar clothes strewn about her dress, bed, and just about every other surface in the room. Keely said, "I couldn't decide what to wear tomorrow. Somehow I get the feeling my boss won't like me showing up like a freshman girl on her first day of highschool."

"I don't know, he might get a kick out of this," Phil chuckled as he picked up a bright pink, that had a star made with even brighter beads.

"Yeah, maybe a kick that will send my flying straight out the front door," Keely grunted as she ripped the top away from Phil. "I know I should buy more profession clothes, it just that I can't afford any without selling all my old clothes. And I can't do that, not with all the memories that are attached to them. Like there's the red dress I was wearing when we danced in front of your house and there's the outfit I was wearing when we didn't have to pretend to be your parents to fool the vice principal."

"And," Phil put in, "You're wearing the very same outfit you were wearing the day I left."

"Actually," Keely sighed, "Some clothes I am just better off burning." Then, glancing at the journal, she said, "So, I take it you've already read the journals."

"Most of them," Phil nodded.

"It's not fair, Phil," Keely suddenly stated.

"What's that?" Phil wondered.

"That you know all about me and I know nothing about you!" She declared.

"Right, well, I don't really think there's much to tell. I went to school for a few years, got my degree, and I since then I've been working miserably behind a desk as, well…something like an account slash computer programmer slash scientist." Phil explained. "Well, miserable on the days I didn't have anything to do expect dream about you."

"Me?" Keely seemed surprised. "You mean you don't have a girlfriend."

"Well, I guess I just felt guilty even thinking about anyone else," Phil replied, "Especially considering I promised that I'd wait for you."

"Right, I remember that!" She declared. "And you tried to fight it. You said I was going to be really, really old!"

He shrugged. "Well, I did wait for you. Isn't that all that matters?"

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, saying, "Yeah…I guess it is…thanks for coming back."

She pulled away. "So since you obviously got my message, tell me what great advice you have for me."

"Don't sweat it. You're going to rock!" Phil declared. Keely smiled.

They talked for a few hours more, until Phil announced it was getting late and that it was probably time for him to go. Before he left, she invited him to the studio to watch her, and he promised to be there. He'd planning on being there anyways.

"Bye," She whispered as he climbed back down the tree, but he didn't quite hear her.