Next Chapter :) Once again, I'm listening to 'Collapsed' rocking song , Anyway, here is the next chapter. Oh and thanks to those who added me to Favourites (in-case you haven't noticed, I'm English), story alerts and all those who reviewed :D
Oh, by the way, this is all in Keely's POV
They'd finally let me go, Phil's family wasn't set to arrive for another hour, which meant I could still see them. I ran all the way down to his house and rung the doorbell. No answer. I rung it loads of times. No answer. I knocked on the door, on the windows. No reply. Then a thought struck me. I ran round to the Garage, expecting to see the RV. It was empty, not even an old can of paint on the shelves. Nothing. Then I broke down, I just burst into tears. He was gone. My best friend, gone forever, 115 years into the future and I never got to tell him. I picked up the key, hidden in a small lawn gnome and put it into there back down. It felt so weird and empty. There wasn't even the chairs and table on the patio. I didn't know where to go. The house was like a second home to me- now it just felt so lifeless, how long had they been gone? What if I'd just missed them? I ran up to Phil's room, I don't know why, it just seemed to be calling me. As I opened the door, I know longer saw the over-filled, colourful room. It was just so…soulless! Not even a poster on the wall, not a sock on the floor. But on the cabinet, next to the bed were his necklace and a piece of paper. 'Keely' was written in hurried writing and his necklace which he wore all the time was on top of it. I dried my eyes, sat on the bed and read. Tears stained the note; I held it close to me, as if it was Phil himself. Reading it again and again, there was one part that I loved the most,
No matter what year I am in, I will also hold you close to my heart.
I put the necklace around my neck, vowing never to take it off until I saw him again. I lay down on the bed, swimming in thoughts and soon fell fast asleep.
The chime of the doorbell and the hammering of the door awoke me,
"We know you're in there, open up!" I recognized that voice, it was agent Jenkins. I didn't want to leave the bed; I wrapped myself tight in the bed covers and breathed heavily. The hammering and the ringing wouldn't cease; soon I heard voices from out of the window and the opening on the backdoor. Rats, I'd left the key in the backdoor. I could feel the wet parts on the quilt, tear stained, I wouldn't move though, I could've run, but I hadn't. It was all I had left to remind me of Phil, beside his necklace, and I wanted to cherish the moment, the feeling, for as long as I could. I tried to block out the noises around me and hoped that I could get back to sleep
It had been 3 months since he'd gone. Last week was my 16th Birthday, although I didn't feel like celebrating. It seemed so empty without Phil. He'd promised me that he'd be at every single one of my birthdays, even if it meant having to use a Time Machine to do so. I was in a strop with all my close friends. It was kinda silly anyway. Tia, for my birthday, had given me this gorgeous half a heart necklace, and she wore the other heart. My heart said 'Best' and hers said 'Friends'. I felt kinda guilty when I put it on, she wasn't my best friend, Phil was and now he was gone.
"Wait, girl," Tia said as I tied it around, "You can't see it, take off that skanky, old one" That made me mad- Bruce Banner mad (A/n- Sorry for the Hulk reference, it was the O.C). I tore of the necklace I got from Tia and threw it at her.
"You're not my best friend," I whispered at her, now starting to cry, "You're not and you never will be" Yet again, tears fell down my face.
"I gave you an expensive necklace, a gift out of my own money and you throw it back in my face, literally," Tia replied, "God, all you ever do is cry, give it a rest! Listen to your head and not your heart! Phil is gone, I don't know or care where, but he is not coming back so stop being such a cry baby and appreciate the friends you've got here."
With that remark she stormed out of my house, leaving me on my own in my sitting room. My mum came in with my cake,
"Oh, has your friend gone?" She asked
"Yes," I replied, "And he's not ever coming back!" I tore up the stairs and into my bedroom. I picked up my tennis racquet, the handle sticking out from under my bed and I also picked up a ball. I made my way to the courts; I hadn't been there since- well, the week before Phil had left. We were joking around and he lost and he said that he was gonna beat me next time. But there wasn't a next time. I sat down against the net and started to aimlessly bounce my ball up and down, until I missed and it rolled away. I didn't go after it. I just sat there, lost in thought.
This is kinda short- but not as short as Chapter 3, Now I listening to "Out of the Blue." When I've finished this Fanfic, I'm gonna attempt to write a one-shot. I am sitting at my 'putor, It's 8 pm and I have a cup of Hot Chocolate next to me- I'm ready to write the next chapter although I don't know what to call it- actually I do, I must write it now, before I forget :) Please review and I hope you like my next chapter- "Andy you're A Star" (For all you Killers fan, if there are any reading this)