A/N: Sorry for the delay, here is chapter 4!
Phil and Keely were having a little emergency; they had a question for Mr. Hackett, and it certainly couldn't wait until tomorrow, they needed to know now! Phil and Keely were running to Mr. Hackett's house, or what Mr. Hackett called a house. You are probably wondering how Phil and Keely got a hold of Mr. Hackett's address, but when you have Phil's futuristic gadgets and technology, you don't need to ask.
When Phil and Keely finally got to Mr. Hackett's house or small house, they rang and rang the doorbell. But Mr. Hackett didn't answer the door, a soaking wet old lady in a pink dress robe, shower cap, and holding a back scrubber that was covered in soap suds did though. The old lady looked Phil and Keely both in the eyes and asked, "What do you land lubbers want?" Phil was too shocked at what the old lady was wearing that he didn't know what to say, "um… ah."
"Answer me boy!" And the old lady tried whacking Phil in the head but he ducked, good thing, too.
Since Keely noticed that Phil was having trouble talking she said, "We're looking for Mr. Hackett."
Then the old lady lowered her back scrubber, "Oh… fine. Hackett, get your lazy bum down here, you have visitors!" Then she walked away muttering away under her breath.
Mr. Hackett appeared with some cheap beer in his hand wearing a dirty t-shirt, "Oh, it's you; I thought it was the IRS," Phil and Keely looked at each other, obviously Mr. Hackett was having problems with his tax payments, "Look, what do you "newlyweds to be" want?"
Keely ignored his sarcasm and asked, "Will we have to present our projects, Mr. Hackett?"
Mr. Hackett sighed, "Yes, but all you have to do is write your paper of your "marriage" plans, the school will take care of presenting your project, everyone will present their project, but only infront of our class, the school always has this project so they just use the stuff from last year, but you students have to take care of dressing yourselves! And look, I was going to tell you kids this tomorrow, why can't you be more patient, and how did you get my address?" Mr. Hackett didn't wait for them to answer and just slammed the door in their faces.
Back at Phil's house, everyone and everything was quiet. Not one sound was made, this was quite unusual since something was always going on in the Diffy's house, and it started getting too quiet.
"So Phil, you do know how weddings work right?"
"Yeah, the bride's relatives sit on one side, and the other relatives sit on the other side, then the groom comes out, then the bride comes with her father, then the father sits down, the priest says some stuff, then says, "You may now kiss the bride," then the bride and groom kiss, then the priest announces us husband and wife.
"Yeah, you do know we're going to have to kiss, right?"
"Yeah," said Phil slightly blushing.
Then Keely said something unexpectedly, "You… want to practice?" She blushed as red as a tomato, expecting a 'no'.
Phil smiled, "Okay." They each sat on either side of Phil's bed, they got closer, closer, closer, and they were one inch away when…
"Phil! Do you know where my um… jacket is?"
Phil sighed, good timing Pim, "I don't know ask Mom!"
Keely smiled, "We can practice tomorrow I have to go." Keely gathered her things and left. Phil sighed and flopped down onto his bed.
"You know you're going to have to do that much quicker than how you did that earlier."
Phil spun around, it was Pim, "You mean you actually saw us?"
"Duh, otherwise I wouldn't be here talking to you about it."
"I'd never thought I'd say this, but you're right, when we present this, it's going to be a lot faster."
"Has that ever come to your mind? Now you get my point, nobody wants to go through a wedding with someone getting married having their first kiss! What's wrong with you?"
"Pim, you might not give the best advice but what should I do?"
"Look Phil, I don't want to play Dr. Phil. Besides, the answer is right infront of you!" And Pim walked out the door. 'Wow,' she thought, 'I never knew I could be wise.'
Phil laid down, "Yeah, it's right infront of me."
A/N: Pim should be a therapist, sorry if she was out of character.