A/N: WHEE that last chapter was fun.

TJ: Yes, I know you will. And you did. Gosh, I should have my own TV show… but who would watch a show about a teen psychic? LOL… whoa too much sugar!

Fisharecoolies: or they were!

Rainismysunshine: you're telling me… LOL

1080: HUGS thanks :)

Missperfect: whee thanks for keeping up with it! Boxes of hugs and pillows to ya!

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Humming, Barb descended the stairs with Keely's now-clean shirt in one hand, the spray bottle of cleaner in the other. She almost missed the next step when she saw Phil and Keely on the couch… Oy, she thought, I ought to lay down. Seeing things! Gripping the handrail she went slowly down the stairs, eyes closed to avoid seeing what was in front of her. When she made it to the floor, she thought there was another step and collapsed on her bent leg. Phil and Keely sprung apart like a mousetrap and Phil rushed to grab his mom's arm.

"Mom, you okay? You are from the 22nd century, right? We didn't use something on you we weren't supposed to?"

"Yes, Phil, I'm fine. Just… seeing things, I suppose," she said, blatantly ignoring what had been before her on purpose. Personal lives were not to be interfered with, or at least when it was her son and his best friend. She was definitely good enough for him, Barb thought with a smile. She gathered her things and went to put Keely's shirt in the washer.

Phil turned back to Keely. "Well," he said with a quirky grin. "That was certainly unexpected!"

"Of course it was," she responded. "This is me you're dealing with."

Phil nodded, but his face fell. "What does this mean, Keel?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "It was kinda impulsive. I dunno, a thank you kiss? Y'know, for saving my life and all?"

"Keel, we both know that that was more than a thank you kiss."

Keely started crying, and immediately Phil was at her side. "Does it hurt again?" She nodded, and he was about to call Lloyd in when she shook her head.

"No, not like that," she said through sobs. Phil let out an audible sigh. "My heart aches."

Phil cocked his head, a quizzical look on his face. "Your heart?"

"Phil!" she complained. "We have to face it. You won't be here forever. Your father, though however long it takes him, will fix the time machine, and you won't want to stay. Phil, I… I don't want you to leave. I really don't."

Totally not getting the gist of Keely's words, Phil pointed into the kitchen. "Keel, my dad's never going to get it fixed. My parents like it here just as much as I do!"

From the utility room, Barb yelled, "I hate these 21st century washers!"

"Okay," Phil conceded, "almost as much as I do. We're not leaving any time soon!"

Keely seized the phone from the side table and furiously dialed a number. "Prepare a bed," she spat into the phone. "I'm coming over." Then, as she got up, she picked up a hand and slapped Phil's face, turning his cheek red.

"What was that for?" he asked incredulously.

"For being a moron!" she yelled. "Ms. Diffy, have Phil bring it to school," she shouted over the washer before spinning on her heel and storming out the door, leaving Phil looking at his mom.

"Hey, don't look at me, moron," she said simply. "I'll leave you two to figure out your teenage problems. It's good practice."

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"And then I kissed him again."

"So I was right? Your denial in homeroom was just… denial?"

Keely was explaining the situation, minus the future gadgets of course, to Tia, in whose room she was sitting, and whose teddy bear she was hugging, having left the blue one at Phil's house by accident. "Right. Anyway, Ms. Diffy walked in on us and tripped on the stairs, and he helped her up. I started crying after that and he totally didn't get it! Stupid Phil! I slapped him right after I called you."

Tia sighed. "Girl, you have a complicated social life!"

"No kidding," Keely complained. "I wish it weren't!"

"So you love him," Tia said simply.

Keely tried to look surprised but failed. "Yeah, I guess I do," she murmured, finally coming to some closure about it.

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Pim strolled down the stairs, a very haughty smile on her face. "So you and Little Miss Sunshine finally came around, eh?"

"What do you mean?" Phil asked, exasperated.

"Saw the whole thing," Pim smirked, and waved a silver thing in the air. "And got pictures."

Phil dove for the 21st century camera in her hand and she pulled it away, leaving him to slam into the stairs. "Pim, not cool!" He rolled over to sit on one of the bottom steps and his sister sat next to him.

"So," she said. "Why aren't you two having a snogfest on the couch right now? Trouble in Sunshine Paradise?"

"Why does everyone keep treating us like we're going out or something?"

Pim sighed and shook her head. Oy, what a loser! What could she see in him? "Because you're best friends who just overstepped those boundaries," she explained. "There is no such thing as a friendly kiss. It always means something."

"Are you being… nice?" Phil asked incredulously. "Because if you are, I'm worried."

Pim pouted. "Why does everyone always expect the worst of me?"

Standing, Phil ruffled his sister's hair, to which she objected and promptly smacked his hand. "Ow. Because that's what we love about you," he said affectionately. He walked to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To fix things," Phil answered simply before opening the door and leaving, slamming it behind him. His sister just sighed.

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Keely heard the doorbell. Tia was sitting on the bed with a half-gallon carton of ice cream in her lap and a spoon in her hand, and Keely just waved her back down. "I'll get it," she said as she dashed downstairs to the door. Pulling it open, she noticed it was Phil. "Hello Philip," she said in an irritated tone. But before she could continue, Phil leaned forward, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her toward him, kissing her. It was her turn to be pleasantly surprised.

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A/N: next chap will probably be the last. But there will be a sequel! I'll be gone for about a month, but I can write for the first half. The rest you'll have to be patient :)