Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy and don't worry the action will take place in the next chapter, trust me.

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"Keely, it's Phil," Phil called as he knocked on her door, around 7.

Only a few seconds later, the door opened and she stood before him. She was wearing a white short sleeve shirt with a crimson red skirt and white shoes. Her hair was pinned into a bun except for a few ringlets around her ears. Her lips were full and laced with very light lip stick. Phil starred at her unable to speak or do anything, but star.

"You all right Phil?" Keely asked smiling. Phil didn't say anything, but continued to star at her.

Keely laughed and then shoved him playfully saying, "You know you're eyes can be glued back that way."

Phil blinked and rubbed his shoulder as he apolized and laughed at the same time. "Sorry, it's just…you, you're beautiful."

"Thanks," She said blushing slightly as she closed the door behind her.

"You have the key?" Phil asked to be sure and she nodded smiling. Phil nodded and together they made their way down to the lobby.

"So, where are we going?" Keely asked when he stopped as turned around to face her. Phil smiled and slipped something out of his pocket. Keely raised her eyebrows as he held out a piece of cloth.

"Put it on and we'll get going to dinner," he said holding it out for her to take.

"Where exactly are we going Phil?" Keely asked taking the blindfold in her hand.

Phil smirked slyly and replied, "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise would it?"

"True, but why the blind fold?" she asked still slightly uncertain.

"Please just trust me Keely," Phil pleaded. She laughed softly, rolling her eyes.

Bringing the blindfold up around her eyes she asked, "a little help here."

"Oh, yeah sorry," Phil aporized again as he helped her tie it on.

"Ok, now just trust me, it's not that far, I promise," Phil told her as he took her by the hand and began leading her out of the lobby and outside.

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After about five minutes, Phil let go of her arm and moved behind her.

"Alright, we're here, but close you're eyes until I say open, ok?" he asked as he slowly undid the knot. She nodded and closed her eyes.

She felt the blindfold lifted from her face and then Phil moved over to her left. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Alright, now!"

Keely opened her eyes and gasped as she gazed around. Stung along the trees were lights flicking in the night. On the ground was a picnic set up. The blanket was a light yellow with small squares a lined in rows. In the top left corner was a wicker basket.

In the middle were two batter charged candles and two plates and silverware set up.

"Phil…" she whispered in amazement. She kneeled down and ran her fingers long the edge of the blanket as a smile crept onto her lips.

Glancing over her shoulder she asked, "Phil, what did you do this?"

"I just…wanted to do something a little different and special, I guess," he replied as he knelt down next to her. Her smile grew as she stared at him.

"Phil, this is…amazing," she replied sweetly. Phil smiled, but cast his eyes down in embarrassment.

"So what's for dinner?" Keely asked motioning to the basket. Phil glanced up and leaned forward and pulled the basket closer. Flipping the lid open, he peered inside.

"Let's see…oh PB & Js and a bottle of soda for dinner," Phil answered as he pulled the stuff out. Keely nodded as she took her sandwich and a plastic cup full of coke.

"Thanks, you're Mom make these?" she asked before biting into the dinner. He nodded as he gulped down his soda.

"I thin everyone really liked your paper today," she said as she felt her checks burn with embarrassment.

Phil waved away the compliment as he said, "Yeah, but you're the one who really wrote it, not me…I'm horrible at English, which would be why I'm failing."

"Don't sell yourself short Phil, you're a great writer, just you're word choice could be better, that's all, and what do you mean you're failing?" she asked curiously. Phil sighed and ran his hand along the back of his neck not looking at her.

"Yeah, well I am, that's why I'm Mom's so into this dump project," he admitted sheepishly. Keely didn't say anything, but silently urging him to go on.

Glancing up at her, he blew out a breath as he explained about his situation in English.

"Can't you're Dad help you?" Keely asked softly. Phil shook his head and his eyes grew hard as he looked at her.

"Yeah, he could, but he's almost never home. For the last few months he's been so busy at work…he's never home," he stated bitterly.

"Are you angry with him Phil?" She asked softly leaning forward slightly. Phil glanced over at her and sighed.

"I don't know, I guess I am," he admitted more to himself than to her. Keely leaned over and placed her hand on his knee.He glanced down, but didn't pull away from her touch.

"Listen to me Phil, you can't, well…you shouldn't be mad at him, it's not his fault…and at least he's alive..." her voice trailed off as she pulled her hand away as tears rolled down her face.

"Keely…?" he asked softly.

She didn't respond as more tears fell down. Phil bit his lip as her words echoed in his mind. She was right; at leas he had both parents when it really counted. He paused for a few moments thinking and watching her closely. Slowly he leaned closely and tilted her chin up until they were gazing into each other's eyesSlowly his index finger lowered slightly and then fell onto her shoulder gently.
Keely shivered, but she didn't pull away as his hand moved towards the back of her neck, running though the loose strands of her hair. Without saying a word, he leaned closer and gently bringing her closer too. Soon their lips met in a soft comforting kiss.

After a few everlasting moments, Phil pulled away as a small smile crept onto his lips.

Keely kept eye contact with him and felt her checks flame, but from sheer happiness and surprise. Phil quickly broke eye contact, lowering his gaze down towards the ground.

"I'm sorry," he muttered both shyly and embarrassed.

Keely blushed, but then reached out and touched his shoulder.

"I'm not sorry," she whispered gently smiling at him. Phil glanced up at her and returned the smile.

"So, what's for desert?" Keely asked pulling away and turning her attention back to the meal. Phil blinked, but then looked into the basket again.

"It looks like…cupcakes," he replied as he pulled out a box of homemade chocolate with vanilla icing cupcakes.

"Yum," Keely cried happily as he handed her one. Phil nodded as he undid the paper around his and took a bite.

Neither of them saw the shadowy figure sitting in the bushes only about two feet away, watching everything.

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It was around 9 pm, when they went back to her apartment. Once they had stepped out of the elevator and had reached her door.

Turning around she said, "I had a really great time tonight Phil."

"Me too Keely," he replied smiling. Keely blushed slightly, but didn't look away.

"So is you're Dad back yet?" Phil asked carefully. Keely shrugged.

"Well, then good night, see you tomorrow," Keely replied raising her hand to say good bye.

He did the same, but followed his hand, leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.

Pulling away an inch he whispered, "Good night, sweet dreams, Keels."

She could feel his breath on her lips and the nickname was just so sweet. Looking directly into his eyes she whispered, "Good night."

He smiled, but then quickly turned away and ran back to the elevator just as it opened. He turned around and smiled at her as the doors closed. Keely smiled and opened the door. Closing it gently behind her she leaned against it and smiled.

"Keely, is that you?" her dad called from the small living area.

"Yeah, I'm going to bed, love you, night!" she cried as she ran past and closed her bedroom door. John raised his eye brows as he stared after his daughter, but the laughed before turning back to the T.V.

Inside her room, Keely pulled out her notebook and began to write the paper. It took her about fifteen minutes to complete. Closing the book with a small smile she got up and sat down on her bed. She reached up and on the very, very tips on her fingers; she traced her lips and felt his lips against her own again.

"Phil," she whispered his name into the darkness. Soon still in her clothes she fell into a peaceful, beautiful dream. Not knowing what waited for her tomorrow at school. Yet at the moment she had no care in the world. All that mattered was that kiss, that one, sweet, loving, passionate kiss.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't worry the action is still to come don't worry. Please review and more soon. I promise.