A/N: I'm REALLY sorry for not writing until now, but I've had a few family problems the past few weeks, and it just put me off on doing much of anything but listening to my Goth Rock or any music with really loud drums and guitar. But, I give you my next chapter, and I hope I can reclaim the interest of my reviewers b/c you all were great. I just fear that this chapter will be a little bit blah.

Chapter 15

Phil picked Kimi up at the end of the street, and he could tell by the look on her face that she was thoroughly angry. "Kim, are you sure you want to leave?"

Kimi flashed Phil a glare, and Phil said no more. He understood that she was angry at more than her mother; she was angry with everything, and he didn't want to feel her wrath. So, he watched Kimi climb into his truck and shut the door. She pulled the seatbelt and latched it as he put the truck in drive. He kept a close watch on Kimi in the corner of his eye.

After a few minutes of stressful silence, Phil cleared his throat. "Do you mind telling me what happened now?"

Kimi sighed and sank down into the seat. "I told my mom I needed a gynecology appointment, and she freaked out. She told me that I didn't need one until I was about to be married and was about to have sex. So, I was so made that I let it slip that I've had sex, and she grounded me 'until I leave for college.'"

Phil blurted out, "What? That's crazy!"

"She said if it was the only way to keep me from 'sleeping around' then that was what she was going to do." Kimi looked over at Phil and saw the anger lines for in his skin because he had lowered his eyebrows.

"What about prom?" Phil asked glancing over at Kimi.

Kimi opened her mouth to speak but found no words come out of her mouth. She hadn't thought about prom, and she hoped that her mother would allow her to go to her Senior Prom, the last prom she'd ever have. "I didn't stick around to ask about prom. She can't not let me go to prom." Kimi's voice had a hint of panic within it.

Phil glanced over at her with a questionable look. "She may not let you go since most seniors leave prom and go somewhere to have sex."

Kimi slouched further in the seat and stared out the windshield. Suddenly, she couldn't grasp any part of her life; her life was just a big whirlpool and everything she had known was now being sucked down to the bottom away from her. First, Chuckie had just ignored her and their friends, then he stared sleeping with Marina. Now, she was dating Phil and was grounded for having sex with him. She also faced certain objection from her mother when it came to going to prom.

Phil heard Kimi sniff, and he turned to see tears slipping out of her eyes. He reached over, while making sure he had the steering wheel in his hand and had his eyes on the road, and stroked Kimi's hair. "Kim, don't cry. Everything will work out."

"Why did life decide that today it was going to fail so horribly?" Kimi asked unable to stop the tears that burned down her cheeks.

Shortly, Phil arrived back at his house. He pulled in the driveway and shut his truck off. Then, he sat silent watching Kimi cry in her hands but didn't let that go on for long. He scooted over and pulled her into his arms, where she began sobbing on his chest. He stroked her hair and whispered to her, "It's okay, just let it out. I'm here for you."

Kimi couldn't speak as hard as she was crying, which surprised her that she just broke down without warning, but she appreciated Phil's sensitivity. She did enjoy his warm embrace, and being in his arms helped calm her down because her troubles didn't seem as bad while she was being held and loved. Slowly, the tears ceased and she just closed her eyes and relaxed.

Phil kissed her forehead, and Kimi looked up at him. She knew her eyes had to look horrible, but Phil didn't cringe from the sight of them. Kimi knew he'd never know how much that meant to her at that point, but she didn't even know why her feelings had become so very fragile. "Are you ready to go inside?" Phil asked and Kimi nodded.

Phil got out and walked around the nose of his truck to get to the passenger side. He opened Kimi's door and held out his hand to her. Of course, she didn't need his hand to get down from the truck because she was tall enough to get out. But, he wasn't implying that she needed his hand; it was another way to show that he was there for her. Kimi accepted his hand and let Phil lead her out of the truck and into the house. His arms were around her as they walked, and she smiled up at him.

"I love you, Phil." Kimi told him.

Phil pulled her tighter against him and whispered in her ear, "I love you too."

Inside the house, Phil and Kimi sat down on the couch and began to watch television. Phil's eyes widened and he hopped in front of the television to block the screen as he realized what he'd left on before he'd left to get Kimi. He'd had the Cartoon Network on, and he didn't want Kimi to know he watched it. But, he saw her staring at him strangely as he leaned up against the television screen. "What are you doing," she asked.

"Nothing." Phil said as he held the changer in his hand and tried to find the channel changing button. He was sure he found it and pressed it, but he soon found out he'd had the volume button. His face grew exceedingly red as the sounds from Teen Titans came over the speakers.

Phil sighed and said, "I was watching Cartoon Network before you called."

Kimi just stared at him and waited for him to continue what he was saying, but he didn't. "So," she said.

"You don't think it's childish." Phil stated.

Kimi leaned back against the couch. "I've seen more childish things than people watching cartoons, Phil. Just look around at school. All the preps fighting over every minute thing, that's childish. We're the senior high, when will they realized that?"

Feeling more secure that Kimi accepted he watched cartoons now and again, Phil walked away from the screen and sat down next to Kimi. He saw her sit up straight and point to the screen as she said, "LOOK, Robin!"

Phil laughed and nodded. "Yeah," he replied.

"What? I think that's cool." Kimi said.

Phil reached down under the sofa and took out a sketch pad. He flipped through a few pages, with Kimi watching his every move, and turned the sketch pad around for her to see. There on the page was an anime-style drawing of her.

"That's amazing!" Kimi said as she examined the drawing. "I love it! When did you draw it?"

"Today, not long before you called. I was thinking about you and didn't know if there was a family feud going on at your house because of Chuckie's big news, so I didn't call to talk with you. So, I channeled all my thoughts about you into a drawing."

Kimi smiled and put her hands on top of the sketch pad. She lowered and leaned over it to softly kiss Phil's lips. She slipped the sketch pad out of Phil's hands and tossed it aside. The sketch pad landed on the remote control and changed it to one of the numerous movie channels. The movie Erin Brockovich was on, but neither Kimi or Phil took notice of it. They were too wrapped up in kissing to pay attention to anything else.

Kimi felt Phil's hands slide up her back and into her ebony hair. She softly bit at Phil's bottom lip and leaned down against him. Phil leaned back against the arm of the couch, and Kimi laid down onto top of him. He ran his hands down along Kimi's arms and laced his finger with hers.

Kimi and Phil were really enjoying themselves when the ringing of telephone interrupted the moment. Both jumped up out of surprise and stared over the phone. Phil got up to answer it, but Kimi grabbed his wrist with both hands. "No, it might be my mom realizing that I left and calling to see if I'm here."

"If it is, I'll lie." Phil assured her. "But, I should check it in case it's my parents or Lil or someone."

Kimi nodded and released Phil's right wrist from her death drip. She sat silently on the couch, with her heart beating madly in suspense of who was calling, as she watched Phil picked the cordless phone up off of it's base. He stared at it to see what the caller-Id said, and he picked it up.

The Caller-ID had displayed Dil's cell phone, so Phil answered the incoming call. "Hello," he answered.

"Phil," Dil's voice came over the phone, but it sounded hoarse, strained, and breathy.

"Dil, is something wrong?" Phil asked as his brain immediately picked up warning signals from Dil's voice.

"Phil, I….I've been…in….in…an accident." Dil replied.