A/N: Okay, who was the cheapskate who sent me 24 cents in the mail with no return address?

Pe-ess, I know Keely isn't a moron, but it fit in better with the story if she didn't know.

"Shadow? Shadow?" Peter cried out, landing on the ground. "Oh, shadow!" He opened a closet and a drawer until he found a black shirt. "Aha!" He lifted it up. Wendy crept slowly towards Peter and tugged on his shirt until he turned around.

"Oh, Peter Pan!" She exclaimed, twirling her mouse brown hair. "I knew you'd come! I had saved your shadow for you. You look exactly the way I thought you would, you know. A little taller, perhaps, but then...oh, no Peter," She giggled at Pan, who had tried to put the shirt on him with a bar of soap. "you can't stick it on with soap. We shall sow it on.

"I knew it was your shadow the second I saw it...but I have no clue as to how Nana got it in the first place. She really isn't crude. She's a delightful nurse for us..."

"Girls talk too much." Peter shrugged to a flashing light while trying to reattach the shirt to his belt.

"Oh, yes, they certainly...oh." She bit her lip. At that, Keely stepped into the room, and Peter looked up from his swath. She sat down and waved to him. Peter just stared with feelings brewing from underneath. "My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling." Wendy waited a bit for Peter's line, then skipped it. "Well, how did Nana get your shadow, then, Peter?" She waited again. "Peter!"

"Uh, yeah?" He looked back to Wendy. "Oh...um, girls talk too much."

"Yeah, I know, you told me." Dae spat, breaking character.

"Oh, stop there!" Messerschmitt harshly scorned the two. "Everybody...just take five again. I need an Alka-seltzer." He held his head and walked backstage. Dae took Phil by the wrist and dragged him backstage.

"You moron." She shook her head.

"What? I'm sorry."

"You're being too obvious. Roscoe would never stare like that."

"What's so appealing about Roscoe?" He unhooked the harness from his waist.

"We're not sure yet, but there's a case study going on about it." She replied. "Go up to Keely and talk to her. Just be yourself. Except not too much yourself, or else Keely will find out."

"So you mean be myself, except more like Roscoe?" He joked.

"Exactly. And please. Stop basking in her beauty." She pushed him onto front stage. He climbed down and Keely walked to him.

"Roscoe!" Keely greeted him. Phil looked around.

"Ros'?" She tilted her head.

"Oh! Oh, yeah. Hey, Keely." He smiled.

"You're Peter Pan! Good job. But...what happened up there? You seemed...distracted." She was concerned.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. Just a little problem, but I'm cool now." He smiled. Being Roscoe, a boy he didn't know at all, was cake.

"Good." She waved back upstage to Dae, who held harnesses in her hands. "You'd better get out there–I think you need your flying lessons." She smiled.

"Yeah. Talk to you in a bit." He nodded.

"Uh-huh." She sat back down and looked over her playscript again as he took his place up-front.

"What?" He asked Dae crudely.

"Well, there's a school picnic next week." She passed off two reins to boys in pajamas.

"Aw, now, Dae, if you wanted me to go with you, well, you just had to ask." He smiled playfully.

"Idiot." She muttered, with no effort to conceal her opinion. "Roscoe would say something about it to Keely, and ask her if she wanted to go."

"But...I can't ask her to the picnic! What if I get all...Phil-ish?" He panicked.

"Fine, whatever. I know she's gonna show up anyway. All you have to do is show up, too. I'll sort out the rest."

"You're the best, Dae." Phil raised his hand for a high-five. Dae, against her better judgement, accepted it and put on her harness. She signaled the hands to pull her and Phil up into the air. She stood on top of the window. To make it look as if the cast were only a few feet tall, the window was large and had a sill at the top of it. Phil followed her, and they dove off the sill. Dae soared quickly as Phil, who had pretty much flung himself off the sill, stopped in the center of the stage, hanging limp like a rag doll.

"Somebody, help me out here?" Phil grinned clumsily.

The day of the picnic had come. All students participated in this. There were games, booths, and, of course, the widest array of foods you would have ever seen.

Each group of students had their own projects that day. The art students had a huge gallery, along with a gala at the end of the night. Dae, who had originally come for her watercolors and charcoal designs, decided against this ball, for it was semi-mandatory to bring a date, and she, for the most part, despised guys. They had no backbone, she said. Keely concluded that if the right guy came along, she'd be a love-struck puppy, and Chelsea solemnly agreed while Dae shrugged. Most of the drama kids had improvisation skits that they performed. Comedy at it's finest, most of the actors confirmed. The musically-talented had a huge false-campfire, at which they played and sang songs that most kids had never heard of before. The dancers, of course, had a blowout of their own, no date necessary, because no one danced alone there. The writers had no affirmed project, but were allowed to do whatever they pleased.

And then there was Phil, who leaned on a wall far off to the side.

Dae, after an hour, finally came to Phil with her plan.

"Where were you? I thought you said you had a plan!" Phil sighed.

"Cool your jets, Roscoe. I've got a foolproof plan."

"Foolproof?"

"Yes, that means even you can't screw this baby up." She rubbed her hands together and pulled out a composition book with the words 'Plan K–No Touchie' scrawled over it. He opened it to find a set of illegible notes.

"How am I supposed to read this?"

"Never mind that. It's for me to remember what to do. All you have to do is what I tell you to." She nodded her head and ran off. Phil looked down, sighed, and fiddled his fingers a bit. He thought. Thought about life, about love, about everything he had learned about time travel. He suddenly realized something very important at that instant. It was something no one could deny, and something that would definently happen, that no one had ever thought of befo–

"Roscoe!" Keely waved to Phil. All his thoughts were clouded again. He broke from the murky thinkings to talk to his 'friend'.

"Hey, Keely." He smiled. "How's it going?"

"Good." She shuffled her feet. Obviously she thought this was awkward.

"Um..." He tried to think of something to break the ice. Suddenly, Dae burst through.

"Oh, hey, Ros, Keel. Roscoe, can I talk to you for a second?" She took Phil aside. "Phil, I've hatched up a better plan just right now."

"Well, what is it?"

"You " she pointed to him "and her" She signaled to Keely "are gonna have a picnic over there, all to yourselves." She averted his eyes to a large, green area on the side of the hill, next to the lake and not too far away from the choirs.

"Dae, I don't know if I can." He bit his lip. "What if I blow it?" He dropped his face. "What if she really does hate Phil?"

"Then Phil will make up for it right now." She smiled. "Listen–you go out to the field. Take this blanket." She handed him a wrinkled red blanket from her bookbag.

"You carry a blanket everywhere you go?" He snickered.

"Just go sit. I'm going to go snatch some foods from the tables." She slunk off to the tables, taking a loaf of bread and two apples. Phil couldn't help but laugh. He laid out the blanket near the water, and stepped away to see his 'handiwork'. Not too creased. Phil took off his shoes and socks and set them to the side of the cloth. He walked by the water slowly, noting each step he took. He decided to dip his feet in the water. He dunked his foot it. Brr, he thought, like ice. But so satisfying. He waded in the lake, up to his ankles. He sat down on the grass beside it and reflected. He thought of anything he could that didn't involve Keely. The weather, the play, even sports. But none of them seemed important enough.

Because they weren't.

He saw his feet. His eight toes, already pruned by the water. He wiggled them in the mud. He'd have to go back soon, he thought. Not to the future. He could care less about the future today. He'd have to go back soon to his family. They had no means of contacting him. However, they did know where he was, obviously, and they didn't call the school for him. They trusted him, and that made him smile.

Then something else made him smile.

Keely came up behind him.

Phil quickly dug his toes in the mud, laughing at how it tickled his feet. Keely sat down next to him and smiled. "Why are you laughing?" She asked.

"The mud tickles." For once, he didn't have to lie.

"Huh." She grinned, and took off her shoes to reveal her feet. She stuck them in the water and then underground. "Yeah, it sure does." She laughed. He laughed too, but only out of politeness. Frankly, he wasn't sure of what to do around her anymore. This whole thing was a lie.

"Why aren't you at the skits, or with the choir?" He asked.

"Same reason you aren't."

"Well, why aren't I there?"

"I have no idea." It was funny, howshe could say the strangest things and they'd sound so profound to him.

"So..." She smiled. It made him melt, but he regained his cool in seconds. "I saw you in Peter Pan."

"Yeah, so did I." He grinned.

"You were pretty good. Especially with the song. It must be hard to fly and sing at once."

"Well, it's not me flying. It's the harness." He admitted.

"Yeah, I guess." She plunged her toes deeper into the mud and sighed. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"What are you smiling for?" He asked, with a grin on his face as well.

"I never thought I'd get to be here. You know, just right here." She prounced each word at the end of that sentence with a pound at the ground with her fist. "I thought I wouldn't make it at all." She was a bit more silent at that. "I thought I would burn. Crash...and...burn." She smiled harder, visibly forced.

"I think you're talented." Phil said softly, like a little boy trying to appraise his mother.

"And I you." She smiled. "I think we need to stick together and fend off those people who want to bring us down." She gripped his hand, making him think, 'She is, truly, a Flirty MacFlirtenhopper.

"And keep away the bad feelings?" He said quietly, inching closer to her.

"Yeah. Keep them...away." She basically whispered. They were closer than ever. Phil gently put his lips to hers. They stayed together as long as they thought they could, then parted slowly, keeping their foreheads together and looking into their eyes.

"Why, Phil?" Keely whispered. "Why'd you do it?"

"It wasn't me. I tried to tell you. It was Kaleigh." He closed his eyes. "I-I wish you could believe me."

"I can." Keely quickly got up and walked away.

A/N: YOU MOODY TEENAGERS! -throws carrot at Keely, she looksback andwalks faster- I hope I didn't do anything to them

Okay, before I get strange reviews that I don't understand, let me clear things up:

A) I did NOT know that Raviv actually starred in Peter Pan at an actor's camp when he was younger. I learned that a week ago.

B) I did NOT know that Alyson's favorite movie was Peter Pan. Well, I did know that, but I didn't remember until later.

C) I did NOT know that the thing between Phil and Kaleigh was amazingly similar to the scene in Raise Your Voice where those two kids kiss and Hilary Duff walks in and gets all frustrated because the guy is her boyfriend. I rented that movie to clear my writer's block because it was a music camp they had went to, and when I saw that, I got more frustrated than Hilary, and I actually didn't watch the rest of the movie. So if anyone saw the movie and remembers what happened, can I have some spoilers, please?

D) I do NOT like coincidences when it comes to my fanfictions, so DO NOT giggle at my frustration! I just typed up a whole huge ol' chapter for you guys!