A/N: Guess who's back with a new story in case you guys are a tad on the bored side with 'Frisco? That's right, Aunty T.J. I had been hovering over this idea for some time now, but I think that I didn't have a layout until just his second. I know exactly what I should do...

Okay...I lied. But give me some slack! I've written a million Pheely stories, and I want each one to be better than the next! And since this is the latest, it has to be the best! Has to! Must! Now! Read! And I'll stop using exclamations!

Pe-ess: I don't know if this will be Pheely. It all depends on where the writing leads me.

Summary: Keely meets a great guy, but is he the one?

Year: 2007, their senior year.

Disclaimer: I've never needed a disclaimer because I own EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE CHARACTERS.

No, wait...that's Star Wars. I own all Star Wars characters, especially Chewbacca, because he kicks ass! However, for now, Phil of the Future and all it's well-groomed characters, belong to Douglas Tuber. However, if he'd like to trade...

Assumptions: Phil's parents fixed the time machine, but refused to stay in 2121. They travel over from time to time. Keely had a blind date last year, but things worked out really badly. TIA AND SETH NEVER LEFT POTF. I...MEAN...NEVER! Curtis was actually able to function in polite society enough to rent out his own apartment. Keely's house has random cats in it most of the time. And, Phil and Keely's mothers have become good friends.

It was a typical Saturday evening. Keely was over at Phil's, doing their most favorite thing ever since, well, a few weeks ago– nothing at all. With the gadgets Phil had conjured from the time machine, it would seem as if they would have so many things to do, but, alas, apathy was the only thing that came to mind when they thought of the Wizrd and such things. There was nothing on TV, and all the good movies were post-production. So, like any normal kids, they sat in front of the television and watched 'whatever'.

They had finally found a movie–'Scream'– on TV, the frozen pizza was in the oven and they were all settled in when the phone rang. That, of course, set off Phil and the tabby cat that was in between the two teens, because they both had never seen the movie. Keely looked to Phil, the closest to the phone, but he refused to pick up because it was not his house, and he was scared to death and back. Keely sighed, muttering something under her breath, and picked up the phone. Regaining her cheery self, she proclaimed, "Teslow residence!" She sat in silence for a second, then grabbed the phone with both hands to her ear. She gasped and let her jaw drop. "No way!"

"Tia." Phil grunted.

"Wow! Do I know him?" She let Tia talk some more. "Ugh, Tia, you know I don't do blind dates anymore. Not after what happened in the 11th grade...okay, he was cute, too. It doesn't change anything...really? ...he is? ...he does?"

"Keely," Phil tugged at his best friend's plaited sleeve. "who's cat is this?" He picked up the grey striped kitten and let it thrust it's head underneath his chin.

"I don't know!" She tried talking to Phil and Tia at once to no avail. "No, Tia, not you."

"Ms. McCurry's?" He asked.

"Nope, she's not on vacation."

"Mrs. Friedman's?"

"I saw her today at the supermarket."

"Mr. Rouser's?"

"He doesn't have cats!"

"Then who does he belong to?"

"I don't know, Phil–you!" She got frustrated, giving him a hard glare.

"Really?"

"Sure, whatever, you can keep him! ...no, not you, Tia. I want to meet this guy first...okay, tomorrow. ...the mall, where else? Alright. Bye." She hung up. "That was Tia, Mr. Interrupter."

"I knew that. That's why I disrupted so many times." He gave his award-winning smile. Keely half-smiled back sarcastically.

"So, what was the whole 'oh my gosh, no...WAY!' thing about?" Phil asked comedically, using girlish hand gestures and high-pitched voices. Keely smirked, then answered.

"Tia called to tell me that she was talking to her new boyfriend about their friends--"

"You mean Brad?"

"No, Ethan." She said, matter-of-factly.

"But her and Ethan just split up last Tuesday."

"They wanted to get back together so they could have a one week anniversary party, but her parents said no, so they're gonna split up after spring fling, so they could be sure they had someone to go with." There was a pause.

"Alright." Phil said. "To the point."

"The point being that they were talking about their friends, and she brought me up, and he brought up a friend of his that just went through a break-up, and could really use some cheering up. So she decided that I should meet him."

"Oh." Phil said monotonic, petting the tabby cat the whole time.

"You okay with all of this?" Keely pet the kitten as well. "I mean, I don't want to...you know..."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, why wouldn't I be?" Phil shrugged.

"Great. Well, wanna come with us to the mall tomorrow? You know, for...moral support." She asked. Phil shook his head.

"Nah, I'll stay at home. Who wants to be the fifth wheel? I've got to write our history reports, anyway, and I think that I may just take a trip to the colonial times for that 'first-hand touch'." He looked at his watch. "And I gotta go. Tell your mom that my mom wants to meet next week for a spa day. Oh, and thanks for the free furry domesticated mammal." He stood from the couch, held the cat to his cheek–who looked wide-eyed guilty–and walked to the door.

"Phil!" Keely turned around and yelled to Phil, who held his ears since he was only a few feet away.

"Yeah?"

"Um..." She paused. "...thanks. For...keeping me company."

"Uh, sure, no problem." He headed for the door again.

"I mean, all the time." Phil spun back again and stopped. He peered into her eyes, reflecting a blue light from who-knows-where. Tanner was right about one thing–she had stain-glass eyes. He smiled affectionately, and Keely did the same. Out of nowhere, the kitten mewed a rather 'ow, you're squishing my upper thigh' mew, and they both laughed, appreciating the moment they had just had.

"We have another Interrupter." She said dramatically, giggling.

"My spot has been filled. I'll see you later, Keel." He laughed, heading off towards his house. On the street, it was late. Very late. As a matter of fact, the street lights were on, and the moon was vertical from the sidewalk, where Phil sat with the tabby cat. Stroking him gently, he sighed and let his thoughts drift.

And...scene. That's where I stop. Mostly because I don't know what else to do. I hope this turns out originally. Hopefully there aren't as many typos as usual! Well, I gotta go. People to meet, deadlines to hit and scenes to go over! Chao!

Reviewers get something! (I dunno what yet! Leave me alone! Gosh :D)

T.J.