A/n: Hey everyone! Though I'd disappeared off the face of the Earth, did you? Well, you're not getting rid of me that easy! Just kidding. I've been mad busy the last couple of weeks, what with work and finals and trying to squeeze in a few hours of sleep. Anyway, you know what they say, good things come to those who wait, so let's get on with the show.
April 17th
"Breaking Up is Hard to Do"
If there's one thing I seriously hate in life (aside from math, of course) it's drama. If I could live my life drama-free, I'd be one happy girl. But as much as I try to avoid any sort of drama, it always seems to find me, especially since I happen to be friends with Tia, drama queen of the universe. This time, however, Tia had nothing to do with the drama. This time, it was caused by Phil of all people.
This whole crazy episode started yesterday afternoon. Phil and I were walking home from school like normal, only Phil was acting really strange. He was all quiet and he wouldn't look me in the eye. I felt like I was talking to a brick wall all the the way home.
Finally when we got to my house, I said, "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong or not?"
He just looked at me in this sad sort of way and handed me me this folded up piece of paper. "Just read that, okay?" He said.
"Um, okay. Are you sure you're okay, Phil?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Keely. I'll see you later."
I watched him walk off, feeling really frustrated. Clearly, something was going on that he wasn't telling me.
When I got up to my room, I unfolded the piece of paper. It turned out to be a letter, written in Phil's scribbly handwriting. The more I read, the more annoyed and angry I became.
To summarize Phil's letter-I'm summarizing because just thinking about that stupid letter still annoys me to no end-he basically said "Keely, I think we need to break up." No real explanation. Just, out of the blue, hey, let's break up.
Obviously, this was NOT going to fly. Did he honestly think I was going to take this laying down? No freakin' way was I going to let the man I love get away that easy.
I paced up and down in my room for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, I decided that wearing out the carpet wasn't getting me anywhere and that the best approach was to just talk to him. And that's just what I did.
I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs where Mom was doing some sort of real-estate related paperwork on the kitchen table.
"I'm going over to Phil's." I told her.
She looked up at me. "Okay. Any particular reason?"
"Yeah. I'm going to knock some sense into him."
I must have sounded really determined or something because Mom raised her eyebrows at me and said, "Alright, just don't be home late."
I told her I wouldn't and left.
When I got to Phil's, I rang the doorbell, holding onto that stupid letter with a death grip worthy of the Governator himself.
Pim answered the door, saying, "Berwick, I told you I-" Then she realized it was me. "Oh its you, I thought Debbie was back again to beg me to join her latest moronic fundraiser ."
"Whatever. Is your brother home?"
"Yeah, he's up in his room."
"Fantastic."
She looked at me for a moment and asked, "Is everything alright between you and Phil?"
"No, but it will be once I kill him."
She laughed and grinned at me. "I always thought I'd be the one to do him in but this should be much more entertaining."
I ignored her and headed upstairs. I opened the door to Phil's room without knocking and found him lying on his back on his bed, starting up at the ceiling, a book open on his stomach.
"PHILIP DIFFY!" I shouted. He jumped, then looked at me, sitting up.
"Oh, hi, Keely."
Oh, hi, Keely? OH HI KEELY! I couldn't believe it. He tries to dump me in a letter and all he say is oh, hi, Keely? Yeah, that wasn't going to work.
I brandished the letter at him. "Phil, how could you do this to me? You can't just break up with someone out of the blue like this and IN A LETTER none the less! ESPECIALLY WHEN THE PERSON DOESN'T DESERVE IT! I thought things were going great for us then you go and pull this on me! I can't believe you!"
"Keely, I--"
I didn't let him get a word in edgewise. I was on a roll and wasn't about to quit.
"And that's not even what I'm most upset about! What really hurts is that
something's going on with you that you're not telling me! And don't try telling me you're fine because I know you too well to know you're not. I can see it your eyes." I took a breath and lowered my voice as I sat down next to him. "If you can't tell me what's wrong as your girlfriend, you should at least be able to tell me as your best friend. Whatever you're going through, Phil, I'm here for you, you know that."
"I know, Keely. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I just...I just didn't know what to do."
"What happened, Phil?"
"Last night I was telling my mom how great things were going for you and me and how happy I am and everything My dad overheard and started talking about how I shouldn't get too attached to anything in this century, people included. He said that as much as I think I love you-his words, not mine-it would never work between us because I don't belong here and so on. I started thinking, what if he's right? What if we end up leaving? I figured if I broke up with you now, I wouldn't have to think about it any more. I guess I just let Dad get to me, and I panicked."
So that's what this was all about.
"Phil," I said, "do you love me?"
He looked at me. "You know I do, Keel."
"And I love you. That's all that should matter. Whatever happens, we'll work through it because we love each other. I'm totally committed to this relationship, no matter what. If you end up having to leave, well, we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it. If you ask me, that's a pretty big 'if' to break up over. I mean, you've been here for three years now and it looks as if you guys might not ever go back."
"I guess." He didn't sound convinced at all, so I took his hand and kept going.
"Phil, you've always told me that everything happens for a reason. Maybe the reason you got stuck here was so that we could meet and fall in love. I hate to sound cliche and all, but maybe we were meant to be together."
Phil looked at me for a moment, then smiled. "You right, Keely. All that's important is that I love you and despite what my dad thinks, we belong together. Listen, Keely, I'm really sorry about all of this. I just freaked out, you know? We're all entitled to a freak out every now and then, right? I swear it won't happen again. I love you and I want to be with you and I..."
"Phil," I interrupted with a smile.
"Yeah?"
"Would you shut up so I can kiss you?"
He laughed. "Of course."
I leaned in and we shared a long kiss...until Pim came in the room.
"I heard yelling so I thought, I'd...SWEET CLAM CHOWDER! I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!" Phil and I jumped apart, blushing. She looked at us, disgusted and said, "There's an image I'll be stuck with for awhile. I hope you two are happy." She turned and laughed.
Phil and I looked at each other and started laughing. "I think we scarred her for life, Phil."
"Good. Traumatizing my sister is one of my favorite hobbies."
I laughed and said, "Well, it's getting late. I'd better get home."
"Okay." He leaned over and kissed me. "I'll see you in the morning. I love you."
"I love you too."
Walking home, I felt really good. Phil and I had survived the first speed bump in our romantic relationship and had come out stronger. I had a feeling that no matter what happened Phil and I would be fine. Not that I expect everything to be perfect, not by a long shot. I may be an optimist but I'm not stupid. I know we're going to have our problems but we love each other and that's really all that matters.
A/n: Alright, kids, y'all know where the review button is. Stay tuned for the next chapter, "Amazing."
