111/2/06, 2:28 P.M.
I rushed home to log (or journal, as Keely would call it) to you. I know why I've been feeling as strange as Keely's been acting. I have feelings for her! I think I love her...I know I love her. Just look at her? How could you not? Well, I know how you couldn't...you're a bunch of wires. But she's so beautiful, her eyes are so pure, and her laugh is a chorus of angels...I'm feeling tired. Talk later...
Phil laughed so hard at the log that tears ran down his cheeks. He was so immature back then, he remembered, but this was serious. How did he pull that off? He read longer, hoping for some answers.
11/14/06, 11:19 P.M.
The impossible happened today, what I never thought of. I've just come back from the Pickford Fall-Fest. I took Keely when I went, and she looked so gorgeous in her long, orange skirt. But we were in the middle of the evening, and we were just having the best time of our lives. I blew it. Here's a recap:
Phil: Hey, Keel, why don't we just go on the Ferris wheel for a while. It's a nice night to see the stars.
Keely: I guess. But you have to hold my hand if I start to look down. (No problem there, I thought). I don't like heights all that much.
Phil: Sure. I grinned about there
We walked to the Ferris wheel and got into Cart 14, my lucky number as it happened to be. Not anymore. It was a bumpy start, but by the time we stopped, Cart 14 was the cart at the top. Keely whined and told me that her stomach was wobbling, so I held her hand. Then it happened. Maybe it was the night air, but...
Phil: Keely, what would happen if I told you something that you might not want to hear?
Keely: It depends I what it is. I could be sad, or mad, or even a little disgusted.
Phil:...Keely...I think...I think I love you. I don't know what it is. It could be your hair, your smile, your sweet disposition, but it's true. I love you. I hope you're not disgusted.
Keely didn't say anything. She seemed hurt. The ride began to move again and we were taken to the ground. Keely ran out of the cart and I haven't seen her since that. I don't think I can log anymore. Good night...
