Whoa. That was a fast review, Emma Barrows. Wow. Yeah, I loved your Can't Fight The Moonlight. I'm still high off of it. Check it out when you're done reading, my lovelies! It's worth it… Also, check out the sequel. It makes for good reading, I assure you.

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Keely walked down the hall, towards her locker.

"Keely!" Phil called out. "Wait up!"

"No, I will NOT make out with you!" Keely shouted (jokingly of course...?), loud enough so most people in the hall gave them strange looks.

"Jesus H. Christ, Keely, not so…" Phil stopped, probably distracted by thinking about just what she had just said, but then snapped out of it, and went back to chasing her. "Keely, I need to talk to you."

"What about?" she asked, taking out her calculus book.

"Well, I don't know how much time we have left together, so I guess I need to tell you the truth," Phil said. He had been going over what he was going to say for quite a while in his chemistry class.

"The truth?" Keely asked, looking at him. "You're telling me 'the truth'?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, Phil. You've restored my faith in the human race," she said, taking out her American Government book from her locker.

"Anyway, I… wait, what?"

"You're lying," Keely said, matter-of-factly. "When somebody says they're going to tell the truth, they never do. Everybody lies, Phil. The only variable is when."

"I was just wondering if you'd want to…" Phil started coughing, from the fumes given off in his chemistry class.

"Keely!" Tia called out to her, as Phil kept coughing. "We're still going to the mall, today, right?"

"Yeah," Keely responded as Phil's coughing fit continued. "Listen Phil, don't strain yourself… Everybody lies… and, get some water, for crying out loud." She walked down the hall to Mr. Green's government class.

Phil stopped coughing, and finishing his sentence, he said, "…go out sometime," to thin air. Smooth, Diffy. Smooth.

During that afternoon's Video Production class, Phil and Keely continually kept looking at each other, nervously.

Keely still hadn't gotten around to planning how she'd tell Phil about what she meant to. Phil had spent a good hour on what he'd say exactly when he asked her out.

"Phil," Tia whispered from the door. He looked over, and she beckoned him to her.

"What?" he asked. "What's up?"

"I need Keely," she said, pointing to her, amongst a few other reporters.

"Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Huh? Oh, no."

"Why not?"

"Well, I finished the test… duh," she said, as if explaining this to a five-year-old. Phil smirked.

"Just a minute," he said, and went to retrieve Keely.

A minute later, Keely came over to Tia. "What do you want?"

"We'd… better talk about this elsewhere," Tia said, seeing that Phil was eyeing them mysteriously. "It's obvious you haven't told him yet…"

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As for the title, there are two reasons why I titled it "Almost." One, it's Almost a chapter, and two, Phil almost... well, that one's pretty obvious, assuming you read the chapter. Anyway, this chapter bridges into the next one, so it's like, two separate chapters for the same thing.