Chapter 4: The Weekend Break

Keely cried into her pillow for hours. While she sobbed, she tried to come to terms with this new situation in her life. Her realization that she had feelings for Phil that she had never noticed before.

What will happen if I am his great-great-great grandmother? Does that mean that we could never be together? Of course, that would only be if he felt the same way…

Keely sat up and pounded her pillow with her fists, imagining it was Phil. She wanted to hurt him, make him feel pain as strong as she was feeling. She wanted to blame him and hate him and yell and scream at him. She wished he hadn't told her their connection, that he had kept it to himself, or that they had ever used the projector in the first place. Then she could stay happy and unaware of her feelings, hanging out with Phil until, eventually, his dad would fix the time machine and the Diffy's would go home. Not that she liked to remind herself that Phil leaving was inevitable.

Suddenly, Keely heard a knock at her bedroom door.

"Who is it?" She asked. She was not letting Phil in.

"It's your mother. What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing, It's fine." Keely wiped her eyes, realizing her mother was coming in anyway.

"What's the matter?" She asked sympathetically.

Keely wanted to tell her mom, but she couldn't betray her best friend. Her mother would think she was a loony anyway.

"Umm, err… I've been thinking about Tanner again." Keely made up on the spot.

"Oh, honey…" Mrs. Tesslow began. "sometimes you need to know that you had a relationship, but it's gone. Many people cross your path during your lifetime, but only a few are special. You need to get over that person and move on."

Keely blinked. Her mother had actually given her advice she could use.

She needed to get over Phil and move on.

If you think about it, it can go back to normal. Phil doesn't know why I ran off. I can lie and we can still be friends. Then I can get over him.

She smiled.

"Thanks mom."

Keely knew a guy on the football team that she thought was kind of cute anyway.

Phil sat at his drum kit in the living room. He twiddled his sticks between his fingers, trying to think.

Why did Keely run away?

He didn't know if he should be joyful or sad about what he guessed the reason was

Keely wouldn't be able to be with me if we were related.

He had thought it would be cool. Especially since they were supposed to be best friends.

But it may have been another reason, Phil thought to himself, and a part of him was begging for this so badly.

Maybe, thinking about relatives might have reminded her of her father. She never did tell me what happened to him.

Phil screwed his eyes closed in frustration. He needed to know why she ran away. Maybe he could help her feel better. For the whole of Saturday, Keely hadn't been returning his calls. Her mother had said she was out, but Phil wasn't sure he believed her. He hadn't even bothered calling her today. She would be probably get her mom to tell him she was out again. Phil hated it when Keely closed herself off from her friends like she was doing now.

"All I want to do is help you Keely!" Phil yelled aloud, but the sound was inaudible amongst the loud drum beats as Phil beat the hell out of his drum kit, imagining it was him. If only he hadn't told her that they were related. He had insulted her, he was convinced of it. He must of made her think of her father.

How can I be so insensitive!

Phil smashed the drums for the next 2 hours without a break. He collapsed on the carpet, believing he had got the anger out of his system. He wiped his sweaty forehead with an equally sweaty hand before realizing he'd have to go have a shower.

Pim, joyful because she had just successfully destroyed another Debbie Berwick sleepover, watched as Phil walked past. Something seemed odd.

Is he sick?

"Hey Phil," Pim began.

"No money." Phil mumbled as he practically crawled to the bathroom.

Nope, he's fine, Pim thought to herself, just sad.

Keely had spent the rest of the weekend feeling more relaxed than she had been in days. She and Tia had been shopping therapeutically, although Keely wouldn't tell Tia why. She knew if she told Tia, Phil would eventually know, and that would wreck Keely's plan. As soon as she was back at school, she was going to look for a potential boyfriend. On Saturday night she had decided against football players after watching a game on the sports channel and realizing all the guys had broken noses and it was only a matter of time before the guys at H.G Wells would have broken noses too.

Phil had spent the rest of the weekend doing his family history assignment, but conveniently only covering three generations. He might get a 'C' but it was better than his whole family getting caught and arrested. He labeled all his books and half of his clothes in his cupboard. He had to keep busy. He didn't want his family to notice anything was wrong, because then he would have to tell them. Unfortunately, his behavior was noticed by Pim.

"What's up Phil?"

"What do you mean?" Phil asked and became interested in a magazine so he didn't have to look at her.

"Well, one," Pim added, a smile creeping up on her face, "you're reading a 'seventeen' magazine"

Phil looked down at what he was reading. 'Top 20 skirts for fifteen bucks'.

"So unless you are planning to become a cross dresser…"

"I get it Pim, I get it."

"And two," She continued, "You've even labeled your hair gel."

"No I hav-" Phil began before he looked around. Pim was right. He had labeled EVERYTHING. His poster of Yellowcard, which reminded him the most of his favourite band in the future The Apple Gangsters, his mirror, his reading books, and even his unused guitar.

"So, what's wrong?" Pim asked, which surprised Phil. Usually by now, she would have attempted to blackmail him into doing something for her instead of telling their parents.

"Keely."

"The girlfriend?"

"Pim! I said it's not like that." Phil said, he seemed to be saying this more often now. "Keely and I are just friends." He didn't know who he was saying that to more, himself or Pim. "But I think I insulted her on Friday. And she won't return my calls and…"

Pim grew impatient as Phil trailed of hesitantly.

"And what?"

"And Keely is my great-great-great grandmother." Phil spat out.

"That ditz is my relative?" Pim shuddered.

Phil smiled. It was uncanny how Pim seemed to make you laugh, even if she was insulting you, or you were depressed.

"So, are you gonna tell mom and dad?" Pim asked.

Phil paused. He had never thought of that. Best not to worry them.

"No, I don't think that'll help."

Phil sat on his bed and yawned. All this drum playing was making him tired. Pim got the idea.

"Okay, I'm gone."

Phil changed into his pyjamas and fell asleep, hoping he could make it up to Keely tomorrow.

Keely sat on her bed. She smiled widely. Tomorrow at school, she would begin her hunt for a boyfriend. She had a new wardrobe and had boosted her confidence.

Forget Phil, she thought to herself. She believed it was slowly working. She turned off her bed-side light and fell asleep, dreaming of all the new people she could meet the next day.

To be continued...

Wow! What a surprise! I updated! Yeah,I still have that test, but I'm a great procrastinator. I didn't know how to do this chapter, so I just made it up asI went along (usually I have a plan). I was going to have it where both of them just end up together in this chapter, but then it's too cheesy. I mean would you wanna hook up with your great great great grandson immediately? Or at all? It had to be a little bit more real. Unfortunately I can assure you thatI won't be posting a new chapter for at least a week (divorced parents, equal custody, dad's computer sux, etc.). I assure you that I will post ASAP.
I can't check mail for a week either, so please review so I can read heaps of reviews when I next check my mail and feel all fuzzy inside :)

BTW, I don't know how many chapters I'll be doing, but I'll say minimum 7 maximum...10?

Something to leave you with: Who do you think Keely married? (will be answered in the final chapter, but think about it)