Okay, okay. You guys are awesome. 'Nuff said.

And good job, CiTyGrL0912. There is a reason I titled the story the way I titled it… oddly enough, the ending was changed, and it still worked…

Phil sat on the front step, folding and unfolding a paper, nervously in his hand. He nearly had a heart attack when Ashley asked what he had on the paper.

"Oh, it's… nothing," he responded. "I mean, it would be something, but… given the current situation, it's nothing."

"Something for Keely?" Ashley asked. Phil nodded. "Well… what is it?"

"It's just something I wrote… when she was gone."

"Can I see it?"

Phil held the paper out to her.

"From day one I talked about getting out

But not forgetting about

How my worst fears are letting out

He said why put a new address

On the same old loneliness

When breathing just passes the time

Until we all just get old and die

Now talking's just a waste of breath

And living's just a waste of death

And why put a new address

On the same old loneliness

And this is you and me

And me and you

Until we've got nothing left…"

Ashley looked up at him. "You wrote this?" she asked.

"Yeah…"

"This is awesome," she said, reading it again. "She would've loved it… if she…"

"Thanks," Phil said, cutting her off. A few moments of silence ensued, but Keely's friend Via came up to them.

"Well, Phil," she said, "you're not alone, if it makes you feel any better."

"What do you mean?"

"She has no clue who I am."

Phil sympathized with her, but she disregarded his condolences. "But she didn't love me."

"How did you know?" Phil asked, after a few seconds of silence.

"You don't think that she kept you a secret, do you? I mean, she showed me the book and everything…"

"The book…" Phil said, remembering the joyous look on her face when she first opened the leather cover.

Maybe that would be a better trigger than his other plan. His other plan, of course, was to tell her the truth all over again.

"If you'll excuse me," he said, and went into the building, and found his way into Keely's room. He looked on the bookshelf, on the dresser, under the bed, and finally, laid his eyes on the closet. He flung open the door, and started rifling through the random items lying on the shelves.

Until finally, he found it, still in the same condition that he'd given it to her.

He turned, and nearly screamed when he saw Via standing in the doorway. "Hello!" he said, a little loudly.

"I see you've found it…"

"Yeah…"

"I really hope this works for you… I think it probably will. She spoke with such a fervor about you… If anything's going to make her remember, this will probably be it."

"I hope so," Phil said, looking down at the book in his hands. He started to leave, and Via placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Good luck, Phil," she said.

"Thanks…"

Phil sat impatiently on the step, waiting for Keely to return home. He kept replaying what he was going to say in his head over and over. But when the object of his affection finally came into view, he forgot all the words he'd so carefully planned.

He stood up, and she looked at him with a quizzical look on her face. His tongue felt like it was two feet wide, and covered with fur. "…Kuh… Kuh… Keely…"

"Yeah?"

"I… I have something to give you. I know you don't remember, but I gave it to you when you moved away from Pickford… I hope it'll help you remember."

Having nothing else to say, he handed over the book to her.

Taking the book in her hands, she slowly turned through the pages. Phil kept his eyes on the book, unable to look her in the eye. He noticed a teardrop splatter on the page.

Looking into her eyes, he saw that she was crying.

"Oh, Phil…" she muttered, wiping tears from her eyes…

Please note that I do not own the rights to "Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)" by Fall Out Boy. No, really, I mean it.

Hmm… Okay, time to cyber-scold me for ending the chapter with yet another cliffy! Sorry, guys, but I do it because I love!