A/n: Howdy, everyone! I'm back with another chapter. Thanks for all the great reviews, I really love reading them! Anyway, here we go again!

A/n (the sequel): I decided to repost this chapter because I felt I needed to fix a few things. Nothing major just a few grammar issues and a few spots I felt didn't flow like they should have. Really, it was more for myself than anything else. Anyway, on with the story.

"Three Small Words"

April 10th

These last two days have been one heck of an emotional rollercoster. Honestly, who knew three stupid little words could cause me so much trouble? Three words that, when used separately are harmless but when strung together have the power to create a Titanic-esque disaster. Lucky for me, my ship didn't sink, but boy, did it ever hit one heck of an iceberg.

Ever since Phil and I started dating, I'd been look for the perfect time to, you know, tell him I love him. I've been wanting to say it so bad, but every-time I tried, I would start tripping over my words or get interrupted or something. For one reason or another, I just couldn't get out those three words, no matter how hard I tried. I was starting to think I'd never be able to do it.

Then last night, I found the perfect moment. Finally, I thought, the universe was on my side. Yeah, right, this is MY life we're talking about here. Much like a David Lynch movie, nothing ever works out all neat and pretty in my world.

Anyway, last night, after we'd gone out to dinner and a movie, Phil and I were standing on my front porch, spending a long time saying good-night. He kissed me in this slow sort of way and then looked into my eyes with this goofy grin on his face. Everything just felt so right that I thought maybe I could finally tell him.

I took a deep breath. "Phil, I need to tell you something."

He smiled and me and said, "Sure, Keel. What's on your mind?"

My heart pounding, I said, "Phil, I...I love you." I smiled; it felt so good to finally say those words out loud to him, but those feelings didn't last long. What happened next was a plot twist worthy of Alfred Hitchcock himself.

I looked up at Phil. His lopsided smile was gone and instead he wore look of total surprise. "Keely, I...I...I gotta go," he said, then turned and left.

I stared after him, trying to figure out what had just happened. That was so not the outcome I had expected. Maybe I watch too many old movies, but isn't the guy supposed to say "I love you" back?

Great, just great, I thought as I went inside and headed up to my room. I finally tell Phil I love him and what does he do? He runs away. Way to go, Teslow, you really blew that one!

I paced up and down my room, just thinking about how I'd really screwed things up and wondering if Phil would ever talk to me again. Finally, I just went to bed, figuring I could try and talk to him tomorrow. That is, if he'd talk to me.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. Wait, I take that back. 5:30 AM is so not even the morning, especially on a Sunday. I pulled a pillow over my head and hoped Mom would get the door. When the doorbell keep ringing, I decided the only I was going to get to go back to sleep was to go downstairs and murder whoever was at the door.

I dragged myself out of bed and, still in my pajamas, headed downstairs, plotting the demise of the person on the other side of the door. The doorbell continued it's irritating ringing and as I had my hand on the doorknob, I shouted, "Alright, already!"

I pulled opened the door and my annoyance quickly turned to shock. Phil was standing there looking like he'd been through two tornadoes and a hurricane. His sneakers were untied, his shirt was buttoned wrong, he had a five o'clock shadow and his hair was a mess. "Phil?" I said, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him. "What happened to you?"

He ignored my question and said, "Keely, I love you. With all my heart."

It took a second for what he said to register in my head, what with it being 5:30 in the freaking morning. When it finally did sink in, I said, "Really, Phil?"

Again, he ignored the question. Instead, he pulled me into a kiss. This wasn't just any kiss, though, it was long and deep and very passionate. I had never been kissed like that and when he let go of me, my head was spinning.

He looked at me and smiled. "I love you, Keely. I mean it."

"I love you, too, Phil."

"I'm sorry about last night. I just didn't know how to react. After all, I've never had a girl tell me she loves me before."

"Wow, really Phil?'

"Yeah, but that's okay because I've never felt like this about anyone before. I mean, I've been in love before once or twice, I think, but never like this. I am so deeply in love with you, Keely."

I was speechless. I wanted to hug him but before I could, I yawned and was reminded just how early it was. I was also reminded that I was still in my pajamas. Luckily, plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a "Rock Star" t-shirt aren't all that embarrassing. I'm just glad I had enough sense to leave Miss Kitty Teslow, the stuffed cat I've had since I was four, upstairs in my bed.

Phil smiled. "Well, I'll let you get back to bed. I'll call you later."

As he reached for the doorknob, I said, "No, wait, Phil. Stay." I don't what made me say it, I just didn't want him to leave.

He turned around and smiled at me. "Sure, Keel."

I took his hand and lead him into the living room where we settled on the couch under a blanket.

As, I drifted off to sleep in Phil's arms, I felt safe, like there was nowhere else I could ever belong.

A/n: Alright guys, I think I'm going to be wrapping this story up in two or three more chapters, so I'm trying to figure out what to do next. I'm thinking about doing the flip side of the Teslow Diaries, you know the same story but from Phil's point of view, or doing a collection of song fics since I have so many good ideas. What do y'all think? Leave me a review! Oh yeah, next chapter is "Breaking Up is Hard to Do" BUT before y'all protest loudly/throw angry cats at me/send evil lawn gnomes to steal my socks, let me assure you it'll have a happy ending.