A/N: Ow, writer's block. It's never been painful until now. Actually, I've never had writer's block until now, because you don't usually get it when you're writing one-shots. Although...this is much more fun!

"Why do you miss her?" Pim asked Phil. "She's just Little Miss Sunshine; she'll always be. You didn't miss her half as much when she left on Spring Break. Now you're all...Mr. Hackett-ey." It was true. Phil had broken down. He had no plans for summer that involved one person. Therefore, he needed something to occupy him. But he had nothing now.

He had submerged into what many people would call 'The Point of No Return'. He was a living mannequin, just sitting in one place: in front of the TV, watching QVC. Complete with slippers and a bathrobe, he watched the television, sometimes putting a hand on the phone, as if trying to decide whether he wanted to buy something or not. Mr. Diffy called it manic depression; Mrs. Diffy called it heartbreak. He only spoke to ask where the remote was, and he only ate nothing but Cocoa Puffies.

Phil, against his better judgement, decided to speak. "I'm not Hacketty. I just...miss...K-K...Kee–" Pim put a hand over his mouth to prevent him from crying.

"I can't believe how wacky you are over her. It's only been two days. I just don't get it." She removed her hand; Phil bit his lip and looked at Pim with big eyes. "Okay, look...I know it's crazy and totally out of character for me to do this, but...here." She threw a large black ball towards him, and he almost caught it (A/N: Your reflexes would be bad, too, if you sat watching a shopping network all day long.). Scrambling for the ball, he realized what it was. "The HoloPhone? I don't get it."

"Call your girlfriend. I got the chance to slip one in her bag." Phil stood up and put his hands outto embrace his sister."None of the hugging, alright? I'd rather swallow a happypill." Phil ignored her.

"You rock, you know that?" He asked her.

"Of course." She walked off, picking up a sledgehammer leaning on the doorframe in the process.

He hit the sphere twice, then pushed a button. A tiny screen came up. He punched in an area code, then the manufactory number of the other sphere. He waited a while. "Keely, I hope you're in the dorm room." He sighed. After a while, he put down the sphere and laid a blanket over himself. He fell asleep instantly.

After a few minutes, Phil mumbled.

"Phil?" Keely asked. "Wake up!" Phil opened his eyes and saw Keely's upper body in front of him.

"Keely! You're back!" Phil got up and tried to hug Keely, then fell onto his face as he fell through the hologram.

"Phil, it's the black ball thingy. I'm not actually there." Phil smiled; his first genuine smile in two days. "You called?"

"I wanted to talk to you! Oh, I've missed you so much! How's it like on the shores of San Francisco?"

"Oh, it's so pretty! You should see it. And I've made some friends! There's Chelsea, who's really nice and has shown me around, there's Dae, a little weird, but she takes care of me, and then there's Roscoe..."

"Roscoe?" Phil said nervously. "As in a guy?"

"Phil, I love you. You don't have to worry about me liking another guy. There was a misunderstanding, but he's really a good kid."

"That's how it all starts, Keely!" He was scared. "You think he's nice, then 'pow'!"

"Pow?"

"He lays the moves on you!"

"And you would know?" Keely shot a knowing glance at him.

"No, but, I've watched enough TV this week to know what other guys do to other girls." Phil sighed. "I'm sorry if I'm being uptight, but I'm a little uncomfortable with the whole 'my-girlfriend-being-away-and-no-one-to-protect-her-from-boys' situation. After all, you are beautiful; I wouldn't be too surprised if Johnny Depp himself came up and hit on you." Keely laughed at that.

"Just try to keep yourself out of trouble until Saturday?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Saturday is the audition for the musical, "Saving Pearcer". It's gonna be all day, so maybe you'd like to stay home? I mean, I wouldn't want you being bored out of your mind, waiting in my room for who knows how long. Sunday is fine, though."

"Alright. Sunday it is. But you act like I've never been bored out of my mind before."

"Judging by your choice of food and wardrobe, I'd say you have been." Keely giggled. "Were you missing me?" She cooed. Phil sheepishly nodded. "Aww. If it makes you feel any better, I miss you, too."

"You know what would make me feel better?" Phil asked. Keely shook her head. "You, being right here, next to me. We'd be watching Titanic and telling ourselves that if we get married, we'd never go on a cruise." Keely giggled.

"...you called me your girlfriend before."

"Aren't you?"

"Yeah. And you're my boyfriend. Not just a friend, who's a boy. A boyfriend." She smiled.

"Man, how am I gonna last all of Wednesday to Sunday without seeing you?" Phil put his hand on his forehead.

"We can always talk through this thing. It's a very handy little invention, isn't it?" Keely asked.

"Indeed, m' lady." He laughed. "I guess I'll see you, for real, on Sunday."

"I guess I will, too." She said. "Phil, one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Please get out of the house more. I don't want you to sit around because of me; it'd make me feel guilty."

"Alright. I'll probably go meet Seth somewhere, then."

"Good. How do you turn this off?"

Phil laughed. "I'll do it. Bye." He pushed a button and the screen shut down.

A/N: I'm so so so so so sorry that this was just fluff! Don't you just hate it when there's so much fluff? I hate this chapter! But, then again, I needed to show Phil's heartbreak. You gotta remember that he's not always this cool, easy-going guy that I make seem sorta like a Fonzie type. He's cute, funny and sensitive, and I surely wanna play off the third one. I promise on all things Pheely that I will definently have more 'action' next chapter. –T.J.