I obviously don't own Phil of the Future. By now, we should get that chances are no one on this site does.

And thank you to 1PhEeLyGuRl and her cousin for giving me an idea. Also, for always reviewing. I think some people could learn from her (hint, hint)

Keely ran off, even though she knew Phil wasn't responsible for it. But that wouldn't stop her from running away, blinded by tears of scorn. She didn't want to go back to her dorm and face her evil roommates, but she couldn't face Phil either. Not yet. Instead, she ran into a part of school she didn't recognize, through a door she didn't know. Something was telling her to run back, but something else was telling her to come forward. It was something she didn't recognize, but it was bigger than her so she unwillingly obeyed. It was the feeling of insatiable wonder and memory from her life in Pickford. But it brought back bad memories from a place she thought she had lost. Keely stopped walking without even realizing she was moving in the first place.

"Well, hello there," said and unfamiliar male voice with a strong Australian accent. She looked and saw a young boy who Keely concluded went to Hollywood Hills because he was wearing an owls shirt. He sat on a blanket and next to him was a girl who was curled up next to him with her head resting on his lap face up. She appeared to be his girlfriend because they were holding hands. Also on the blanket was Kyle, a boy in Keely's Chemistry Honors class and Jordan, someone in her AP World History Class. These people were all honor roll students so why were they passing around a joint?

"Care to join?" asked Kyle. She sat next to him and he offered her the fatty.

She was about to object when a thought occurred to her. Why the hell not? I can get back at Phil. He wouldn't want me to do drugs.

The image of Alysa's lips crashing down on Phil's rushed into Keely's head and she said yes. She took it and lifted it to her lips, inhaling expertly.

Not long after that, a very stoned group of teenagers made their way back to campus, taking the long way.

"So, how did a pretty Sheila like you wander upon the secret tunnels?" asked the Australian, who she had found out was named Steve.

"The secret tunnels?" Keely asked confused.

"Yeah, you didn't know about them?" asked Kyle. Keely shook her head no. "Then come and sit! We have a story for you."

Steve took out his cell phone and held it under his face in the same way that people do around the campfire with flashlights.

"It was a dark and stormy night on the Hollywood Hills in the year 1956, only the second year this school has been open. On this particular night, one student stood alone-" he was interrupted by Jordan.

"Cut the crap, Steve. The tunnels are just there for when it gets stormy outside. No one uses them anymore, but we found the key, so we go in there and chill. You know, party stuff." he told her truthfully.

They were back at the dorms and Keely went in. She got her shower stuff and went to the dorms shared bathroom. In there she saw Lauren brushing her teeth.

"Hey Keely, I am so sorry about what Alysa did. She can be a bitch, but deep down she is a cool person. Trust me, Phil doesn't care about anyone as much as he cares about you. Don't tell Alysa I told you that, though." Her nice roommate told her.

Keely took her shower with great difficulty, probably as a result from the drugs she consumed tonight.

Keely went and stood outside on the balcony and she saw Phil walk out onto his.

"Keely, hey! Listen, please. We seriously have to talk. I don't even like her, but I love you so much. Please forgive me and don't let that come between us, if you had stayed for another second you would have seen me push her off." he said.

"I know, Phil. It's cool. I love you, too." she told him, and he looked relieved. He gave her one of his trademark toothy grins and they said good-night.

Phil knew there was something different about Keely; he could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. He loved her with every cell of his body, and he was going to keep his guard up extra high just to show her that.

Phil climbed into his extra soft overstuffed mattress and pulled the duvet comforter up under his chin. He laid in bed for a few minutes thinking of Keely, and he shot up in bed.

"Shit, Drugs!" he screamed without intending to.

He caught Keely, and he just knew it.

Please review! Sorry for the long update. I haven't been on in a while.