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Strawberry Shortcake123 I wish I would've thought of that. Great idea!
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NOTE: This chapter has a HIGHER RATING because of the content near the end. Just to be safe, I'll warn you ahead of time. It's not that bad, but sometimes people get offended by stuff like that. You never know.
Phil joyously ventured on to history, his final class of the day. Ironically enough, he did this without a care in the world, despite what happened previously. As he advanced down the hallway, the crowd parted abruptly; most feared him now that they were mindful of his secret, yet, some were mesmerized by the entire concept. Keely's red converses thudded hard against the floor as she darted down the hall to catch Phil. She spotted him turning a corner and managed to catch up, screeching to a halt.
"Phil," she began breathlessly, "I can't believe you blabbed to everyone that you're from the 22nd century!" Keely scolded.
"Keely, relax. Everyone already forgot, it's practically ancient news by now," Phil informed her. A brunette with pigtails rushed over to Phil and lightly touched her index finger to his shoulder. She smiled brightly while turning back to the crowd and shouting,
"You guys, I just touched the shoulder of the boy from the future!" The surrounding crowd of students cheered and whistled while high fiving her. Keely shot Phil a "yeah right, you're screwed" glare and put one hand on her hip.
"Ok," Phil gave in, "maybe a FEW people remember." As they began walking, Keely mentioned something that Phil was completely oblivious to.
"When you get home, your parents are going to ROAST you like a pig at a luau!" Phil froze, stopping dead in his tracks.
"WHAT! I forgot about THEM! Why didn't you stop the madness when you had the chance!" He hollered, grabbing Keely by the biceps and shaking her. She freed herself from his grip and narrowed her eyes.
"EXCUSE me? I was the one struggling to get you off of the table!" she pointed out.
"You could've tackled me or something! Heck, you could've wrestled me to the ground if you had to!" Phil countered. (A/N- that one was for you, Strawberry Shortcake123. lol)
"Oh, SO sorry that I wasn't in the WWF type mood just then!" Keely was dripping with sarcasm. The two proceeded to argue all the way to their seats in history class.
"This is really stupid. What's done is done, so let's drop it, ok?" Keely offered and Phil nodded. The bell blared and Messerschmitt strolled into the room.
"Good afternoon, my little underachievers," Messerschmitt remarked and whipped out a pointing stick. He cracked it on the chalkboard, pointing to the words: Pop Test Worth 60 Of Your Grade.
He chuckled dryly, "This is today's agenda, a grueling pop test." Phil glanced at the ceiling, deep in thought.
"Hm, sounds incredibly boring, I'll take a rain check on that one," Phil called out, the truth ray still having extreme effects. Laughter from the students rang through the classroom at Phil's bravery. Without sparing Messerschmitt a second to reply, Phil rose from his seat and raced up to the chalkboard, snatching the pointer stick from the desk.
"Here we go again…" Keely muttered under her breath.
"Hey there, class," Phil began, sounding like an instructor. "Instead of Messerschmitt's useless test, we're gonna learn something that will catch you off guard and have you in hysteria." By now, Phil held the attention of the entire class, including Messerschmitt surprisingly.
"As you all already heard at lunch, I was accrued in the future, meaning I can acquire future gadgets. I own a device, The Giggle, which allows me to observe information regarding the future. With that said, I'd like to direct your attention HERE," Phil grinned. He reached to the top of the chalkboard and out of nowhere pulled down a large roll-out poster (A/N- like the roll-out maps at school from the chalkboards).
On it was a teenage girl who appeared 17, in addition to a teenage boy looking near 16. The boy had shaggy blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a sideways black hat, and gave the impression of a punk rocker. The girl had crimped, midnight colored hair and intense green eyes. She too gave off the vibe of a punk rocker and clenched a set of drumsticks in her right hand, while the boy held an electric guitar. She portrayed a serious expression while he displayed a grin—he had Phil's smile.
"I discovered this on The Giggle earlier today," Phil said.
"Are they relatives of yours, Mr. Diffy? I've noticed quite a resemblance…" Messerschmitt pondered.
"Something like that," Phil chuckled. He turned to face the class, pointing the stick at the poster. "Actually, class, the individuals before your eyes…are Stacey and Scott Diffy," Phil paused, "Offspring of myself…and Keely Teslow."
"YES!" Owen and Via shouted in unison and slapped each other a high five. Thrilled chatter fell upon the rest of the students, rather amused by the information that Phil was revealing. Phil studied Keely, who was currently stupefied.
"C'mon Keel, you know you want this," Phil joked and licked his index finger then stuck it on his arm, making the hissing noise of a fire being put out. He shifted his mood to seriousness when she didn't reply.
"Keel, are you ok? I didn't mean to spring that on you…but I have zero control of what I'm saying until the effects fade away," Phil reminded her. Keely remained mute and as her body began to tremble, she crossed her arms in attempt to disguise it. The bell signaling the end of the day pierced the silence between them. (A/N- I know the class went by really fast, but work with me here). Keely evaded her eyes from Phil, too astounded to even take notice of him. Phil exhaled, disturbed by her reaction, and inertly exited the room.
"Yeah, I'm definitely gonna regret that later," Phil said to himself, extremely shook up. His statement was detected by Via and she joined him as he tore through the crowd.
"Is something the matter?" She inquired, although she knew there was.
"Well, now that I blurted out something I shouldn't have, I just totally petrified Keely; she refuses to even look at me," Phil explained uneasily. Via laughed and shook her head.
"Phil, you've known Keely a lot longer than I have, and you should know by now that she doesn't adjust right away to something new. She'll come around no matter what," Via assured.
"Besides," Via grinned, "I think it's rather passionate that the two of you will someday envisage children of your very own."
LATER….
After Phil began venturing home, his mind raced with contemplation. He was quite aware that severe consequences were coming his way, from both his parents as well as Keely. Phil's stomach began turning as his house came into view. He longed to turn back, but his feet continued to drag him.
'I'm SO in for it. The second mom and dad ask me about today, that stupid truth ray will have me confessing everything,' he thought worriedly. Unfortunately for Phil, he arrived at the front door; Hesitantly, he jerked it open, hoping his parents wouldn't interrogate him about his day.
"Hi sweetie," Barbara greeted, not glancing up from a book. "How was school?" she continued reading, expecting the usual 'it was ok' response from her son. Instead, she received an unexpected reply. Phil heaved his backpack onto the couch and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets.
"The entire school knows we're from the future, and also, I freaked Keely out by informing her that one day she and I will conceive children; it was a pretty laid back day for the most part," The words seemed to spill out of him as he shrugged.
"That's nice, honey," She replied, still wrapped up in her book. Suddenly his words dawned on her and she tossed down the reading material.
"Phil," she began sternly, "Can you run that by me once more?" Phil gradually backed away from her, sensing the harsh punishment coming his way. "Lloyd!" Barbara called for backup. Lloyd breezed into the room, covered in filth from attempting to repair the time machine.
"Hey there, Phil," his father greeted; Phil waved sheepishly in reply. "You called, Barb?" Lloyd interrogated. Barbara examined him for a brief second and scoffed.
"Still trying on that time machine, honey? I wouldn't undertake that task anymore if I were you, since apparently we're stuck here forever!" she remarked.
"What makes you say that?" Lloyd asked, bewildered.
"Well, since Phil and Keely are going to copulate and have children, I'd say we never get out of this century," As Barbara said this, Pim strolled into the room and made a face.
"Ugh, I definitely walked in on the wrong part of the conversation," she groaned and left immediately.
"Is this true, son?" Lloyd couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You betcha, dad. I ran across it on The Giggle…but it isn't my fault! I accidentally zapped myself with the truth ray!" Phil insisted.
"That's also why everyone knows that we're from 2121!" Barbara informed Lloyd.
"PHIL! We're gonna spend the rest of our lives in a display case!" He pointed out, half shouting.
"Dad, I—" Phil was cut off.
"Look what you've done to the future of this family! Phil, I'm incredibly disappointed in you. You let me down…you let us ALL down," his dad stated firmly. Suddenly someone pounded heavily at the door, sending the Diffys into a state of panic.
"SEE! The FBI are here to capture us already!" Lloyd whispered loudly. Phil was thoroughly disgusted with himself; now his family was doomed to be treated like lab rats for the rest of their lives.
Yet ANOTHER cliffhanger! Next chapter will focus solely on Pheely, and it will also be the final chapter. Review if you think I should write it. Peace out!