This is my Phil of the future fic. I absolutely love Ricky Ullman, but unfortunately, I don't own the show. R&R please.
Keely and Phil sat in the tennis courts for over an hour before they realized that a good two inches of snow had piled up around them. "Hey, Keel, it's getting late, we should probably get back" Phil said, sadly, regretting that he had to ruin the moment. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go" she agreed, standing up and taking his hand in her own.
During the ten minute walk from the tennis courts to the street they lived on, another good inch of snow and ice had formed, and they could barely make it down the sidewalks. "Hey, do you want to crash at my house, I mean, it's hard enough walking now, and the wind's picking up." Phil suggested. "Ugh...that's probably a good idea." she said, as they turned down his driveway.
"Hey, Phil, can we talk?" his father asked, seeing his son come in. "No dad, I'm not talking to you. I'm not taking to mom, and I'm not talking to Pim, so don't try it. i just want to be left alone, okay?" he said, more loudly than necessary. "Fine, but in one week, we are leaving. So, you might want to start packing" the older man retorted. "Come on Keel, let's go up to my room." Phil said, changing the subject. She nodded and followed him upstairs.
"I probably shouldn't have said all that. Now there's no hope they'll let me stay here. I'm such a complete idiot!"he yelled at himself, pacing back and forth. "Phil...no you're not. I would have yelled, too and probably a lot worse than you, because, we just found out that what we could have together might get ripped right out from underneath of us. I want to yell because they are going to take you away from me. So can you just do me one thing?" she asked. He nodded. "Can you please just hold me. I know it might sound strange, but when I'm in your arms, everything feels right." before she even finished her sentence, Phil was holding her, and he never wanted to let her go.
By the time morning came, a lot more had happened than just holding. They had gotten lost in the moment, and did something they would never, ever regret. (if you need a mental picture of what I'm trying to say here- go listen to Keith Anderson's Pickin' Wildflowers, trust me you'll get the hint .)
Keely woke up with Phil's arms protectively wrapped around her. She fely his even breathing, telling her that he was still asleep. She managed to roll over so she was facing his chest, and began running her fingers over his muscles. Soon after that Phil woke up. "What are you doing, Keel?" he asked, rather amused by her actions. "Nothing, why didn't you tell me you had a six-pack?" she teased. "Did you need to know I had a six-pack?" Phil answered. "Questions don't answer questions" Keely responded. "I love you"he said, holding her close to him again. "I love you, too, Philly Willy" she said, a wicked grin on her face. "I thought we agreed that was off the table?" he whined.
Then a knock on the door disturbed them. "Hey sleepyheads, time to get up!" Pim yelled. "Alright runt, we're coming." Phil yelled, pulling himself out of bed.
Sorry about the wait guys, but I had this chapter all typed up and ready to go, and then this damn comuter chrashed and deleted my entire hard-drive. We got it fixed fast though so...here ya go, R&R please! And should I move it up to Pg-13? By the way the lyrics for that song are here.
Keith Anderson- Pickin' Wildflowers-
Hey baby whatcha doin' this evening?
Can you meet me down at the railroad tracks?
I got Tom Petty playin' in my Silverado,
And I iced down a six-pack.
Hey Daisy don't you worry 'bout your mama,
Like 007 we can keep it covert.
Undercover on the ground by the water
Gonna get a little peace... on earth.
Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?
Got a spot way back in the woods.
Sneak away for a couple of hours,
You and me baby, pickin' wildflowers.
Hey baby, Mother Nature is waitin
And love's bloomin' like a cherry tree.
Let's buzz around, maybe do some pollenating,
Dive on in like honey bees.
Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?
Got a spot way back in the woods.
Sneak away for a couple of hours,
You and me baby, pickin' wildflowers.
Take a trail ride if you know what I mean
Hey baby won't you come with me?
Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?
Got a spot way back in the woods.
Sneak away for a couple of hours,
You and me baby, pickin' wildflowers.
Baby whatcha say we go pickin' wildflowers?
Got a spot way back in the woods.
Sneak away for a couple of hours,
You and me baby, pickin' wildflowers.