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"Uh, here you go," Bonnie said, handing Phil a poem. "It's a work in progress, but… it's the best I've got. And, since you graduated high school, you must be smarter than me, right?"

Phil skimmed through the words. "You misspelled 'speech'," he pointed out her spelling- "speach."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, and took the paper from him, and began to write on it.

Beach

Each

Reach

Teach

SPEECH!

"English doesn't make sense," she concluded, handing the paper back to him.

"Well," Phil said, reading the rest of the poem, "I'd say that this is pretty good… Who is it for?"

Bonnie was about to answer, but at that moment, Keely came into the room. "Oh," Bonnie muttered. "Thanks, Phil- I'll leave you two… alone," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"So, Philly-Willy," Keely said, "where are we going? Hm? Hm?"

"Come with me, Mademoiselle," he said, extending an arm. She took it, and they walked out to the backyard. Phil produced the SkyAk, and gestured to it.

"Shall we?" he asked.

"We shall," she replied, and they hopped on, and soared off.

The familiar butterflies returned to Keely's stomach as the houses got smaller and smaller with the height. Soon, below them was the English Channel. Keely was astounded at how some people were crazy enough to swim across it…

But that was soon put out of her mind as they motored on past it. After a while, Phil began the descent, and they touched down.

"Where are we?" Keely asked, hopping off the SkyAk.

"Well, see that river there?"

"Yeah."

"That's the Canal du Midi," Phil replied.

"So, we're in France?"

" 'The sun's shining down on these green fields of France,'" Phil said.

" 'The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance,'" Keely added, finishing the line of the poem. "Wow…" She said, looking out at the scenery.

The grass stretched out to the horizon, seemingly continuing forever. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the horizon. Hundreds of flowers lay scattered on the field. They both basked in the beauty for a while. Then Phil began to rethink his plan.

But, eventually, he decided to follow through. It's now or never, he realized. He backed away from Keely about two steps, and faced away from her. "Keely?" he asked, still looking away from her.

"Yeah, Phil?" she prompted him.

"I don't know how to say this… All my life… I've tried to make sense of everything. But the problem was, nothing ever did make sense to me. All my life, I've never completely understood anything. Nothing ever made sense to me…" He turned to look her in the eye. "Except you. You've always made sense to me… and You-And-I has always made sense to me… It's the only thing I've ever thought that was right in this universe… And that's good enough for me."

Keely's smile gave him the courage to continue.

He took a deep breath, and slowly got to one knee. He produced a ring, and asked, "Will you be my bride, Keely Teslow?"

Keely's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Phil pulled out the ring. She was unable to make a noise, so she instead nodded her head, bursting into tears of joy.

Phil's chest loosened up as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood up and picked her up into his arms. "You've made me the happiest person in the world," he said to her.

"I was about to say the same thing," Keely replied.

"When should we tell your parents? Will they freak out?"

"Of course they'll freak out… they're parents. But we're nineteen, Phil… I'm almost twenty… so they can freak out all they want. Anyway, Phil… We have to tell them…"

Phil sighed. "I know… but can't we just enjoy this for a little while longer?"

"Of course," Keely replied.

The sun continued setting, as the two looked off into the distance.

And when they boarded the SkyAk, a single star had come out, and Keely remembered… back in America, something she had done when she was younger.

Maybe wishes come true, after all.

And as she thought this, she held onto Phil, tighter than ever.

Maybe wishes come true, after all… Phil thought, as her embrace tightened.

Tada! And so ends my little story here... I know, I'm sad too, but it's just as hard for me to let go as it is for you to know it's over. But, fear not, my lovelies, for maybe one day, I just might write a sequel to this. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... but someday. It's possible.

Oh, and that poem that they quoted? It's by Eric Bogle. I don't own it. You can find the whole poem here:

http/www.celtic-lyricsDOTcom/forum/index.php?autocomtclc&codelyrics&id225

instead of where it says 'DOT' put an actual period. Obviously. Anyway, that's my little literature connection for the day, so don't let anybody tell you that fan fiction is mindless dribble.

Review, review! Give me your thoughts... Because I definitely need to know if a sequel to this would be a bad idea! And since this is my LAST chapter for this one, I would like MUCHO reviews... And you have no excuse not to review, because I let anonymous people review. So, if you haven't reviewed before, now is the time to do so!