Congratulations to you- CiTyGrL0912- that was the fastest anybody has ever reviewed one of my new chapters. Like, five minutes, and you had already reviewed. Kudos to you. You beat everybody out! And, not too many people would have the sanity to read all of my fics. ;) Thanks for the support!

mondlering moofoot- Hip hip hooray for the 'Review till element90 goes crazy' club! Nice name. Thanks for the review. Long reviews help out a lot. I still like that "Last Christmas" song… Not the Hilary Duff version, though. That's not as good… Uh, as it says in my profile (once I update), Josh Groban did a song called "This Is My December…" but you might be thinking of a different song. I have a feeling that an AU warning would just ruin the whole story from the start… Anyway, the long review is much appreciated, I assure you. Doesn't drive me crazy, because I don't have anything else to do with my life.

GoldCatMaster- Yeah, I finish my fics, but I keep adding to them… wait, that's an oxymoron. The point is, I don't know if I'm going to add to any of my 'finished' stories. I probably won't, but I just can't be sure. Anyway, it's much appreciated… and… what are these newcomers you speak of that make you look like a 'novice'?

element90- Whoa… that is just TOO weird. First the 'happy to oblige' conflict, and now a whole story similar? We're just on another level, aren't we? Wow… I have awesome work? That's pretty awesome, comin from you, ya know. Another weird thing- The only other name I thought would fit for her other sister was 'Ashley.' Also, about the long review, well, I figured I'd try to please the perfectionist in you, by writing a very specific review. (Hence the aforementioned 'club' name)

To those who reviewed, I thank you all! Your awesomeness cannot be described!

"So which room am I staying in?" Phil asked, hauling his suitcase through the door.

"Oh, you're not staying in a room. You're going to sleep on the roof," Keely replied. Phil was taken aback by this statement, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Cool it, Mr. Can't-Take-A-Joke, you're sleeping with me…"

"That is," she added, once she realized what she had said, "in my room. In… my… room, WellyougetsetupandI'llseeyoulater," she quickly said, and walked away.

Phil laid out his suitcase and sleeping bag, as Keely took out her cell phone, and walked outside to call Tia.

"Hello?" asked a familiar voice on the other end.

"Hey, Tia, it's Keely," she said.

"Hey… have you told him yet?"

"No…"

"Well, he's going to figure it out eventually. Face it. How could he not?"

Keely realized that Tia was right. There was no way that she was going to keep this a secret from Phil forever.

"Okay, I'll tell him… Later. I might need your advice on how to break the news."

Phil was happy to be sleeping in the same room as Keely. The mere thought that he could sit up and see her… there was something comforting about that.

Though, maybe he was intrigued by the fact that if she fell out of bed, his chest cavity would collapse as she landed on top of him.

Phil was not at all in denial of the fact that he'd fallen for Keely. He was mad as Myron was in his post-Cookie phase, but he was not in denial.

He was just angered by the fact that he couldn't love her. As his dad always urged him, "Don't develop any serious relationships with anyone in this century." He was right, too. The very fabric of the space-time continuum could be shredded if Phil and Keely got together.

Then there was the fate thingy.

What if they were supposed to fall in love, but didn't? Wouldn't that, in turn, mess up the universe? I mean, eschatology was an interesting thing, if you really thought about it.

Combine eschatology with time travel and fate, and it's enough to drive somebody crazy. Even young boys who need the fountain of their house repaired by a contraction.

There was no way to tell what to do. Doing one thing or the other could drastically affect the universe. If the Diffy family returned to the future, leaving Keely and 2005 far behind, they might see their old home a smoldering crater on the face of the earth. On the other hand, they might stay in 2005, and…

Phil wasn't sure what could happen if they were wrong to stay, but he knew it'd be horrific.

The problem was that he just felt so alive when he and Keely were together. A girl like Keely only comes around every 117 years, he figured.

She was good-hearted. Selfless, one might say. Always thinking of others. She actually cared about what other people were feeling when she asked, unlike most other people. Plus, Phil realized from the start, she's not so bad to look at, either.

No, Phil was just upset that he didn't know if it was right to stay with Keely. Surely, if he made the wrong choice, something bad would happen. At least if he stayed with her, he'd be happy, even if they weren't destined to be together.

He'd rather die happy than live a lonely life.

But, the confusing thoughts eventually knocked him into sleep.

That same night, Keely was trying anything to keep her mind away from what she'd have to tell Phil.

What if my stage fright kicks in? she wondered. I don't want Phil to have to shrink himself again. Keely had had recurrent nightmares for about two weeks after the shrinking incident. All of them involved Phil about two inches tall, and many of them included Ashley unknowingly sitting on him or something horrible like that.

Inhale-exhale, once you get on stage, inhale-exhale. That sounded like a pretty hard thing to do. She figured the top three things she'd be most likely to forget onstage were: Breathing, lyrics, and how to play the guitar, in that order.

But, they'd practiced enough to know that she wouldn't forget the chords or lyrics. And she'd been breathing practically all her life.

Still, the monster in her mind kept reminding her that she'd have to come clean with Phil eventually. She really did not want to tell him the news. Unfortunately, she had no other choice. This was not the kind of thing that would go without notice. This was gi-normous.

There wasn't any way this could get past Phil, even if his house slid off its 'fountain'. Then, there's just the small insignificant task of actually telling him. Simple. Simply impossible to go through.

But eventually, her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep.

Sorry if some of these words are combined into one. The stories don't upload that well...

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