A/N: Sorry I haven't updated recently but I've been really busy with my other stories, ok so here is the next chapter.

Keely came bounding down the street towards Phil, greeting him with a small kiss on the lips, "Phil look I finally got tickets to see Wicked! You're coming with me right?"

"Of course, it's a date." Phil smiled; he could finally say that without it being too awkward for them, he chuckled at the memory of when Keely was trying to help him paint the garage.

"So," Keely continued, "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't know do you want to go into town?"

" Sure sounds awesome."

"Phil!' Phil turned to see his mom calling him, " Phil come here! We need to talk!"

"Oh you're in trouble," Keely teased playfully punching his arm, " It's ok, I'll see you tomorrow tonight at my house my mom will drive us."

"Ok, bye Keel!" Phil kissed her lightly, his heart giddy with happiness; nothing could ruin this day. Happily he walked back to his house, and was surprised to find the entire family sitting in the living room. Even Pim was there, it must be pretty important if she bothered to show he thought to himself. Then suddenly Phil's blood froze; this could only mean one thing.

"Phil---" his mom started.

"Why now?" Phil demanded, " Why? Everything is going so good with Keely, I mean we're seeing Wicked tomorrow!" He threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Oh Phil, we're not going to leave until the day after tomorrow, you'll be able to see Wicked." His mom stated hopefully trying to make him feel better.

"That's not the point!" Phil grunted in annoyance, " I am not going!" Angrily, Phil stomped up to his room and closed the door. He couldn't leave, not now. How was he going to break this news to Keely? She had been so happy today. Phil picked up the phone and started to dial her number then stopped. He should break this news to her in person, it would only be fair. Sulkily, he made his way down the stairs, ignoring his parent's attempts to talk to him, and dragged his feet out the door, slowly making his way towards Keely's house.

Keely laid on her bed thoughts of Phil swirling through her mind. She had never been happier; nothing had ever worked out so nicely for her. Completely ignoring her math homework, she took out her guitar and started to write a new song, not a particularly good one, just one that expressed her feelings about Phil. Halfway through the song, she heard someone knock on her door.

"Come in!"

" Hey Keel,"

"Phil!" Keely turned around, a smile forming on her lips, but to her surprise Phil didn't return the gesture. "Phil what's wrong?"

"Keely---" Phil sat on the edge of the bed, looking very flustered. Reassuringly, Keely took his hand although she already had an idea of what was coming next.

A/N: Sorry it was an extremely short chapter but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting while I figure out where the story is going to go.