This is my Phil of the future fic. I absolutely love Ricky Ullman, but unfortunately, I don't own the show. R&R please. Note- Keely's memories are in bold.

Chapter 5: Memories

Keely's mind was flooding with memories, mostly of her and Phil. Of all the times they had shared together this last year.

The day Phil had taken her to France for lunch

"Phil, Phil, Phil! There's a big teacher's conference at lunch today, so we're all allowed to go off campus for lunch!" Keely shouted approaching Phils locker. "I know; it was on the morning announcements. I was the one who read it on the morning announcements...you were there." he reminded her, walking down the hall. "Oh, that's right! I guess I was all wrapped up thinking about where I wanted to go. What do you think—burritos, sushi?" she pondered her options carefully. "How about French fries? Real French fries." he suggested, proudly. "Sure." she agreed, grinning happily.

Soon they were hovering over France on board the skyak. "Phil, what happens if somebody sees us?" Keely asked. "Hah! They'll report a UFO and nobody'll believe 'em!" he joked. "Let's go to Italy for dessert! I want to get a cannoli!" she declared.

Not long after that, they were back at shool, Phil enjoying French fries, and Keely, eating a cannoli. "So, when you see Italy from the Skyak, it really is shaped like a boot! Although, the heel is way too high to be comfortable. Anyway, the cannolis are awesome." she said taking a bite of the dessert.

Phil gasped and pointed Keely away from him, "What's that!" he said. With Keely distracted, he reached over, snatched the rest of the cannoli out of her hand, and shoved it into his mouth. Keely looked completely shocked when she realized what he'd done. "Mmm, you're right; they are awesome. Mmm, great." he replied, with a full mouth.

Then when they used the New-Ager on their science project

The plant sitting on Phil's desk was shriveled up and dry. "I think we should call it a plumen." Keely suggested, referring to the cross between plums and lemons that their project was supposed to demonstrate. "Why don't we just call it dead? Keely, why didn't you water it?" he asked, examinig the remaints of the plant. "I watered it!" she argued back. "Once. Well, there goes our semester grade." Phil said, sitting down.

"Phil, you must have some sort of super, duper future thing that can zap it back to life?" she asked. "Keely, it's not a good idea just to zap away our mistakes." he warned her. "Wait a minute. You can do it, can't you?" Keely asked, already knowing he could. Phil got a worried look on his face, realizing that he had definetly said the wrong thing. "Please, Philly Willy?" she begged, adding a puppy-dog pout no one could possibly resit. "Alright, fine...but you have to make me one promise, okay?...Don't ever call me 'Philly Willy' again!" he asked as he replaced the pot. "Deal, 'Philly Willy' off the table" she agreed.

Then there was when Phil had first seen her in her older form

Keely was waking throught the hall, approaching Phil at their locker."Ugh...Hello." Phil replied nervously, not having a clue of what was going on. "Hello, Phillip Diffy. Is that oranfe juice for me?" the older keely asked, gesturing to said drink. "Ugh...no...it's for a friend of mine." he informed the so-called stranger. "Ah, you mean that little cutie, Keely Teslow, the one who's smart, funny, and one day gonna look just like this!" she said happily. Phil's eyes went wide, "Whoa! No way! Keely, you look incredible...and I can't believe you took the New-Ager!" he replied, going from shocked to annoyed all at once. he then took away her orangr juice. "Phil, I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what I'd look like..."

Their many tennis games

"Is it me, or is this Roger guy weirdly competitive?" Phil asked, hittng the tennis ball over the net. "I'd say just plain weird." Keely answered. "Well, there's no way he's beating our invention." he said, hitting the ball to her agin. "The Pudinator!" she yelled. "That's right" Phil said.

He then knocked the ball to the ground in her court. "Yes, I win, thank you, thank you!" he shouted, enjoying his victory. "No way, Phil. That was wide!" she argued. "Keely, that was in by a mile!" he defended. "Okay, tiebreaker" Keely said, watching Phil jump over the net. A moment later, Phil had come out on top in their tiebreaker."Ha! Come on, Keely, say it! Say it!" he said smugly. "Phil Diffy, the tennis master of the universe. Now and whatever century he may live in." she announced as he bowed. "But remember; I've been tennis master eight times, you've only been it seven times." she reminded him.

Phil rolled his eyes at her, "Keely, Keely, Keely" he teased. "Don't you triple 'Keely' me!" she said, pushing him a little. Then they started to play around with their tennis rackets, using them like light sabers. "Two out of three?" he questioned. "Duh!" was Keely's response. He started to walk back to his side, but she hit him in the back with her racket. He fell over the net, shocked by her actions.

Next was when she had almost lost Phil the first time

Phil was leaning against the net at the tennis courts, sadness in his eyes, as keely came running over to him. "Phil, I got your message. Where's your racket?" Keely asked, confused. "My dad says that our Pudinator project will draw a lot of attention, and people will find out we're from the future... My family has to move." he told her grimly. "Ugh...but this is crazy. We had all these plans. we were gonna go fishing this summer, and I hate fishing. the only reason I was gonna go, was because, I thought it might be fun with you. So, when are you leaving?" Keely asked, tears instantly springing to her eyes. "Tonight." Phil said. "Tonight...I hate this, it's not fair. It seems like kids should have a say in wheter they move or not."she cried. "Tell me about it." Phil told her. "So, you wanna play one last game of tennis?" she asked, tossing him the ball. "Keely, you know I do, but i can't I have to help pack. Bye Keel." he said, hugging her. He walked away and about a foot later, he threw the tennis ball, he winced when a cat hissed, "Sorry!" he called. As Phil walked away, Keely just stood there, "Bye Phil." she whispers.

All of these memories raced through Keely's mind. Phil had not once left her side. His parents had delayed the return home, only after many hours of Phil arguing with his parents. His main point being that Keely would never forgive him if he left without saying good-bye. It had been two weeks since the accident at the hill and Phil was starting to worry she wouldn't wake up. He needed her. More than anything, he needed to talk to her, to figure out a way to stay with her forever, before he had to resort to sabotaging the time machine.

It was the sixteenth day of the coma and, once again, Phil was holding her hand. "Keely, you have to wake up, please." he begged, starting to cry. He was really starting to lose hope these last few days. His tears landed softly on her hand, as he rubbed her palm gently with his thumb. His eyes went wide as saucers when he felt her squeeze his hand. He dared to look up, and saw her eyes open. Phil was completely speechless, all he could do was hug her, and he did, and he never wanted to go.

Here ya go, I made it longer. those flashbacks took forever. And i know about the new speaker new paragraph rule, but my computer gets all funky if I try to, so i cant do that, or else it would get confusing. Please R & R. Oh, and I am starting a C2 for POTF, Pheely stories.