"Keely, don't you wanna pack a few things more?" Ms. Teslow looked through her daughter's baggage to find a week's worth of clothes and a hair dryer. "Maybe we ought to go shopping– you can invite Tia and Phil. If you're gonna take your scrapbook with you, we'd better get some more pictures of your friends." She smiled as Keely looked down at her feet.

"Don't tell me you got into a spat with them. Oh, what was it about?" Her mother moaned.

"Not Tia." She mumbled hard.

"What was the problem between you and Phil, then?" He put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"He wouldn't get this own life; he's much too hung over on mine." She answered, looking up at Mandy Teslow. She knew she could detect a lie in an instant, and she showed off that power many times.

"Now, I know that's not true." Keely sighed. "Is he just upset that you're leaving for Hollangder Arts in a while?" Keely nodded. "He'll get over it once you write him letters and emails talking' about how much fun it is there. Don't worry, nugget; I'm sure he's ready to come and talk to you about this fuss right now." She said as Keely's PC bleeped. "Can I time these things or what?" Ms. Teslow said, standing up, smoothing out her skirt and walking out to give her girl some privacy.

Date: 6/03/05, 2:42 P.M.

From: PhilPatrol010

To: KeelDeRokStr

Keely, I'm so sorry for blowing up like that. And in public and everything. I guess that was sort of like our first true 'huge' fight. Kind of tame; it didn't even last a day. School was merde not speaking to you, especially French. Any idea what 'Les lingots sont bons pour la digestion' means? (A/N: It means 'Snails are good for the digestion!' Hehe, French joke.)

I don't blame you for wanting to go to that school; I'm sure if there was a camp for someone like me, I'd wanna go, too. And understand this is NOT ABOUT ME. Again; sorry.

I could always visit you. But right now, this is a golden opportunity to find yourself. Who knows? Yourself could be wandering around the halls of Hollangder.

Love ya too,

Phil.

"Oh, he could never be as cute as he's being right now." She sighed. She heard stiffled giggles from her door. "Mom?"

"Yes?" A voice came from behind the door.

"How long have you been there?"

"Sorry honey, but I actually have a pool going with the neighbors to see how long it takes for you and him to get together." She laughed.

"Who has dibs on the Twelfth of Never?" She yelled back, threw a pillow to the doorand began packing again.

"...he signed it, 'Love'. He never does that." She sighed, falling back on the bed and giggling.

(A/N: ISWEAR that this'll get much more interesting later on. And there's gonna be a Disney crossover; I can't get enough of those :D Peace out--TJ!)