(A/N: I'm sorry, I made a boo-boo in fore-chapter. San Francisco is not the capital of CA, Sacramento is. How did I miss that! I should have known; I learned that from both school and Full House! Anyway, thanks to all those great peoples who probably have me on Author Alert to figure out I had a new story out :D)

"Hey, Keely." Phil tried to smile as he walked through the doors of Otto's Pink Pig. Finding the booth easily, he sat down across from his friend and picked up a menu.

"What's wrong?" Keely asked of Phil.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you use 'Keel' as a greeting most of the time, you always sit next to me in booths and you usually share whatever I order." Phil gave her a strange gaze. "I know my best friend."

Phil counteracted with: "Maybe I want a change." He held up two fingers to the 'waiter' and he came over. "Er, a strudel and the Geibe Lech Nofstrum, please." The man grunted and walked to the kitchen. (A/N: I made up that entire dish there. Please no questions on what that may be. I'm poking it with a spoon and trying to identify it, myself.) Another German man came to them and spoke with a heavy accent. "Ah, is there trouble in paradise?" Phil cocked his head at him.

"Uh, no...I'm just..." Phil started when the man pulled him and Keely up by their wrists and to the dance floor. "Ah, you dance, see? Dance to help troubles and...what you say, discuss feelings." He smiled and left to turn on a stereo of folk dance music. Phil sighed and they danced slowly.

"Well?" She asked him.

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to be happy for me? I've been lusting for that school for a year, and they accepted me!" Her eyes shone, then died. "Or are you busy feeling bad for yourself about something?" She scowled.

"Yeah, I am, actually. My best friend is going away for an entire summer to a boarding school, and I have no say in it." He pulled from the dance despite the German man's enthusiasm and sat down. "She'll meet new people, and they'll be more into her interests, and we'll hardly talk afterwards. She'll miss it there during the school year, and next summer, although she'll promise to spend time with me, she'll back out just to get back to the school."

"Phil, not everything is about you! I can't believe how upset you get about the smallest little things!" She yelled. "This is for my benefit. Do you know how good this would look on a college application? And how much this will teach me? This is good for me and it'll be fun. I'm sorry if you can't deal with that." And she walked the restaurant out with a pompous, graceful step and nose upturned.

"Ah, is there trouble in paradise?" The German waiter asked.

Phil sighed. "Yes, sir." He trailed to the door and looked down at his feet as he trotted home.

(A/N: Me again. Sorry if the characters are OOC. There I go with acronyms. Once you start, you can't stop. Uh oh, here it comes; TTYL!)