I cannot tell a lie:

I own Phil of the Future. I own Phil of the Future. I own Phil of the Future.

Disclaimer: True, I don't own it until the year 2121 when I take over Disney (thanks to my company's success built on the delicious Nutcicle™), but if you &$#kateers who canceled POTF want to get off your future lord and master's naughty list, you had better start making points immediately by correcting the enormous foul up of keeping Phil of the Future on hiatus this long. Remind me again, why do I keep you on? Now, please, DO IT!

Your future CEO

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Quick note to all those wondering if Phil thought, spoke or wrote the last anguished line in Chapter 10: he wrote it in all caps. His cool demeanor had been eroding under all the stress that he'd been feeling and he finally made an outburst.

After the first chapter of REWIND and no feedback, I wanted to try and write a story that was 100 percent dialog and see if it would get a better response. LOCKER NOTES is the result—not even a "she replied" or "the next day" in the entire story.

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Phil,

Gee Phil, isn't it obvious? Owen needs me more. (As a matter of fact, you never told me that you needed me; you just said that you liked me.) Like you taught me, I just did the math: Need vs. Want.

Need wins out, at least for now. I know you'll understand. We'll have time for us later, I promise. Just be patient a little while longer, please.

Missing you,

Keely

P.S. Mom said, "No" to Owen sleeping in my room. Darn!

oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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I Need Keely Teslow! I Need Her Spark, Her Empathy,

Her Humor, Her Touch, Her Smile, Her Insights,

Her Sympathy, Her Attitude, Her Uniqueness,

Her Sorrow, Her Reflection, Her Friendship.

I need you.

I do.

I need you; I need you; I need you.

i'm rapidly going nuts without you...lost...no center... no purpose. what's life without a purpose? i'll tell you: it's what my life was before you strolled into it with a radiance that's redefined my life. it's living in 2121 where even the adults act like children--short-attention spanned, self-centered, self-indulgent consumers whose only interest in life is their next sensation, their next high, their next distraction from what makes life worthwhile.

You're distracted by Owen? Keely, you're my first, last and every thought in-between each day and every day that I've known you. I dream of you—of us. Caring about someone isn't about changing them, it's about making their happiness your priority, your world, your purpose. You're my purpose. You are not a distraction. We are not a distraction. I'm not distracted. I'm in trouble.

Keely, i'm dying here. Your notes leave me confused, hopeful, and numb all at the same time. And to think that i thought that girls were unfathomable before.

What's going on? i can't go on like this...

me

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