Here's the next chapter. I own NOTHING, but the plot and any people you don't remember from the show. I hope you enjoy.

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Phil's eyes flattered open, the dim morning light, floating though the trees. A gentle, but chilly breeze drifted though the small forest and around the young couple. Phil glanced down, his eyes instantly falling onto Keely's golden hair glinting in the sunlight. A chill ran down her, causing her to shift closer to him, his arm still wrapped around her shoulder from the night before. He yawned, stretching out as much as he could without waking her up. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the tree, taking slow deep breaths, savoring the fresh morning air. He felt her shift closer to him, her head resting peacefully on his chest.

Running his fingers though her hair, Phil muttered, "Oh, Keely….I'm so sorry about last night."

Blowing some of his dark hair way from his eyes, he glanced back down at her. His gaze fall onto her ripped shirt and a wave of guilt and disgust swept over him. The rip wasn't large, but it was enough to remind him of the events of last nigh. Taking a deep breath, he carefully moved his jacket, draped around her as a blanket, enough to cover her exposed stomach. However, the movement caused a soft groan to escape her lips.

"Is something wrong, Phil?" Keely asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her as clear as day.

"Go back to sleep," he muttered, rubbing his hand gently up and down her arm.

Keely yawned, pulling away from him, the jacket falling onto the ground beside her. Phil glanced over at her, but said nothing. Keely simply stared at him, uncertain of what was going on in his mind. Without realizing it, his gaze had fallen back down to her exposed stomach. Almost following his gaze with her hands, she soon felt her bare skin and the rough and unclean cut of her ribbed shirt. Sighing, she glanced back up at him, her intense star sending chills of warm and uncertainty down his spine. Shifting his position, he reached out, his hand pressing against hers.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his index finger rubbing against her hand comfortingly.

Keely looked up at him, but then slowly removed her hand from beneath his, allowing him to fell her bare skin. He smiled slightly, but in the next second, he pulled his hand away, as though her skin had burned him.

"No, it's not right, Keely," he said, starring directly into her eyes.

"It's all right Phil. I told you, your touch is what I want," she muttered, taking his hand in her own.

Phil glanced down at their connected hands, his smile growing wider, but then it fell into a frown.

"What's wrong?" she asked as he removed his hands from hers.

"Keel, it's not right, I mean we're only 16," he said, looking directly into her eyes.

"You're 17," she reminded him.

"It doesn't matter," he said, standing up.

Startled, she looked up at him, his hair blowing in the wind slightly. Glancing back down at the rib, she sighed deeply. She had no idea what ha come over her. In those few moments, there had seemed a real reason and longing to have him touch her in that way, but not she took a deep breath. Both she and Phil did have their values and morals about sleeping with anyone. However, after she had felt Tim's touch, it felt as though she had to have someone else touch her. For reassurance, but also for the sake of being held that way by someone who deserved to have her. Keely smiled faintly, glancing up at Phil, his gaze starring straight ahead, but his hand was held out for her to take it.

"He deserves me," he thought to herself, gripping his hand firmly, but underneath was a loving touch.

Keely picked up the jacket, handing it back to Phil. However, he seemed to have other thins on his mind. He stared off into space for a few minutes, but his senses were all on high alert. Keely removed her hand from his, pulling on his jacket fast.

Pulling her hair from beneath the collar, she asked quietly, "You don't think they would come back?"

He remained silent for a few more moments, his eyes darting all around at the slightest noise.

Taking her hand again, he said, "Not right away at least, but we have to find a place to hide first. Is your ankle really sprained?"

"No, but we needed a reason to get away without a lot of questions from the people last night. A sprained ankle is the easiest thing to think of and I was already leaning on you for support," she explained, pressing her left foot hard into the ground.

Phil glanced down at her, smiling at her brilliance and quick thinking in that situation. However, he didn't notice the sheer pain in her eyes as she pressed her foot down. Tear rimmed her eyes, but only for a second as she had sucked them back down.

Squeezing her hand, he said, "That's my girl."

"Yup, and don't you forget it, Phil Diffy," she said playfully shoving him, before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Keely paused for a moment, pulling away slowly. His cheek and whole body had seemed different, tense and hard. Almost as though he had frozen in place as she had kissed him. Her eyebrows lowered in confusion, but he never looked at her, not even a glance in her direction. For a moment, she thought he had seen something, but he would've frozen in place.

Squeezing his hand, she asked gently, "Is something wrong?"

He simply shrugged, but he returned the squeeze. Without another word, he headed though the small forest, until they reached a busy street. Crowds filled the streets, everyone going in different directions and talking to friends. It seemed to Keely to be the same as the previous night, but then again it felt good to be around other people. Not only for just the sake of it, but it also reminded her that she and Phil weren't the only two people on earth.

Turning to the right, he led her down a side street, covered in cobwebs and puddles of water.

"Where the heck are we going?" she asked, looking around the alleyway.

"Shh," he whispered, finally glancing over his shoulder at her. However, he said nothing else, turning from her once more.

She sighed, her eyebrows rose, but didn't say anything as Phil looked around. Gripping her hand more firmly, he slowly moved further down into the alleyway.

"Phil, what-"

He held up his hand to silence her, before turning to his left, a smile creeping onto his lips. Quietly, but firmly, he knocked on a wooden door. It was old and the handle was only held on by duck tape, as the screws had fallen off. Keely tapped him on the shoulder, but he ignored her. She was about to say something when the door opened.

"Yes, may I help you?" an old female voice called out.

"Yes, could we come inside, my girlfriend has a sprained ankle, please," Phil said, loudly enough for Keely to hear him.

The women looked past Phil and stared at Keely, who had just raised her left ankle once more. The women looked at her, but then noticed her ankle beginning to swell up though her sock.

"What do you need?" the women asked.

"Just a place to stay, I have money," Phil said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she leaned on him for support.

Using his free hand, he dipped into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. The women shook her head, stepping back and allowing them inside.

Phil raised his eyebrows, but then the women spoke. "This is a place for shelter, and the two of you look like you really need it."

Phil was about to say something, but then stopped himself. It was true that they needed a place and if the woman was offering why not take it. It was safe and it didn't look like any of Sam's handy work.

"Thank you," he said, nodding to the women.

"It's no trouble. My name is Mrs. Evens," the women explained as Keely hobbled inside.

Closing the door behind the teenagers, she said, "Follow me, please."

In silence, the two teenagers followed the older women up two flights of stairs and down a narrow hall way.

Turning to her right, Mrs. Evens pushed open a door, saying, "This should be fine. It's not much though."

"Thank you, Mrs. Evens," Phil said, helping Keely inside the small room. Mrs. Evens nodded adding, "Lunch will be around twelve."

"Thank you again," Phil said as Mrs. Evens headed back down the hall.

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Slipping all the way into the room, he shut the door quietly behind him, noticing at once there wasn't any type of lock. Keely was still leaning on him slightly and he had to grit his teeth together to prevent him from crying in pain. The room was dark and curtains had been drawn over the windows, shielding the room from the sunlight. Moving his hand along the wall, but found no light switch. The only things he could make out was a queen size bed and a small nightstand on either side.

"Keel can you get off of me?" he asked softly.

"Sorry," she replied, unwrapping her arm from his shoulder and beginning to hobble over to the bed.

Sitting down, she said quietly, "This seems nice."

Phil shrugged, walking over to the bathroom to his right.

Once he had closed the door, Keely sighed heavily, bringing her left ankle up onto her right leg. Pulling off her sneaker and sock, she peered down at it closer. It was swelling and a large black and blue forming on it. Touching it gingerly, she let out a loud wince.

"Is something wrong?" Phil asked from the bathroom.

"No, I'm fine," she called back, half heartily.

When he didn't respond, she sighed even heavier. Something was wrong with Phil and she had no idea what it was. The heel of her foot touched her exposed stomach for a moment and then it hit her. She had put pressure on him to touch her and not only that, but Tim had been the first man to touch at her all like that. That touching she had been saving fro Phil, but now it was gone. It was as though that touch had thrown her virginity away as well. Everything about herself, she had been saving fro Phil, her one true love and no it was gone.

"He knows I didn't allow it on purpose," she thought to herself, cradling her ankle gingerly in her hands.

Lying down on the bed, she whispered, "I would never let anyone else touch me like that. I have to show Phil, that he's my one true love, but how?"

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you think, Am I streaching the story out to long? Is it getting repeative? Was it realistic? What did you think of Phil and Keely's respone to Keely haven been touched by Tim? Please rate it 1 out of 10. THANKS and tell me if you think I should speed the story along? Thanks MORE SOON