A/n: sorry it took me so long. I had major writing block on this story. Enjoy ya'lls final chappy.

The things in italics are from the original episode "We'll Fix It In Editing." I don't own anything in italics!

"Phil! Phil!" Keely yelled through the crowded school halls as she ran up to her best friend. "I think that's the nicest thing I've ever seen, but you didn't have to do all that."

Phil looked at her for a moment, almost surprised that she was actually speaking to him. Realizing he was kind of ignoring the situation, he blushed and began his speech. "Yeah, I did. You helped me realize that sometimes I get carried away.

Keely didn't know what to say. She hadn't meant to upset him. "I mean," she stuttered, "it wasn't just you. I…I kept messing up my lines, and I couldn't remember words-"

"No, no," Phil made another apology attempt, "you were right. I am a perfectionist and that's not always a good thing…so you really liked the video? I mean, Weatherwax gave me a D+. I think if I would've just gotten that one shot. I-

Keely broke him off by quickly putting her pointer finger to his lips. She couldn't let him ramble like that. It was way too awkward. "Phil," she said, trying to reinforce her point, "it was perfect."

For a moment, neither Phil nor Keely moved. Both of them were aware that this situation had come before, and both of them wanted the right outcome. The one that the entire world knew was destined to happen. They looked deep into each other's eyes, almost trying to read the soul of the other, both a little afraid, as they stood in the middle of the now empty hallway. Time no longer existed in their minds, as time doesn't seem to exist in the minds of many who are absolutely and truly in love. Of course, their hearts took over the moment where there was merely a girl and a boy, caught in the passion of a loving gaze.

After what seemed like a lifetime of love, yet only a moment, Keely remembered her forgotten finger and removed it from Phil's soft lips, breaking the everlasting gaze.

"Sorry," Keely mumbled shyly as she turned and muttered goodbye while heading for the exit. As Phil watched her quickly slip away, he realized what he was doing. He had to take control. It was time.

"Wait!" Phil called quickly, hoping to high hopes that she would hear him, but much more, hear him out.

Keely slowly turned and stared at him the great amount of teenage curiosity that most girls obtain. For a moment, Phil couldn't move. Her radiant beauty stunned his mind and movement, but it only livened his heart.

Keely slowly began to approach her dazed and confused best friend. She didn't know what had been up with him today, yet, part of her did. Her heart longed for the perfect moment, but Keely decided to ignore it. If Phil liked her, he would have-

But her thoughts were cut by a short, brown haired love with deep chocolate eyes. For, once their lips met, it never seemed to end. No one was there to witness it, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways. One thing that was distributed in this kiss was something that many people can't even begin to comprehend. Love. Passionate love. Young, romantic, and beautiful no matter what century you were from. The passion was of such great magnitudes that the blue flashes of light were simply overlooked. Oblivious to their surroundings, they couldn't even tell that their environment had changed. Of course, none of this mattered to them until…

"Well, it's about time!" said a slightly annoyed Pim as she crossed her arms and gently tapped her left foot.

Realizing their positions, Phil and Keely quickly broke apart, both turning a lovely shade of deep maroon. Their fantasies were quickly converted to reality and both tried to speak some embarrassed, stuttering sentences.

"So Keely," Phil began nervously, "thanks for, uh, helping us fix the TC…uh…yeah, thanks."

"Uh, no problem. You can always count on me. Uh…I think that maybe I…uh…have…history…yeah, history homework due sometime. I gotta go get it done, I guess."

The stuttering conversation of the supposed couple went on for what seemed like hours. A very annoyed Pim sat and watched the whole thing, waiting for some sort of mush, but nothing seemed to happen. After at least twenty minutes of babbles and mumbles, Pim almost blew her top. 'All in time, she tried to tell herself, 'all in time.

"Well, I better go now," Keely said quietly. "See you tomorrow?"

"Of course," Phil said, realizing he hadn't totally blew things, "tomorrow."

A/n: bwabwahahahahahahaha! Should this be the end? Idk…that's why I'm asking you…

Sry….my conscience is being mean…..

Please review for …uh….

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uh….pencils…ya…with cool designs and crap…yeah….