Ok, I'm writing some more now. All the songs in this are real songs.

Keely lay on her bed. It had been two months since Phil had left her. Two months, 4 days, 16 hours and 29 minutes. She looked around her room, it was a total mess, heck, her life was a total mess. She'd tried to stop going to school, because she didn't want pity from everyone there. That was one reason; the other was that she didn't want to see Pim. Eventually, her mother had forced her to go to school, threatening to rip up all of Keely's pictures of Phil. A lot of the time, she would go down to the cemetery and sit there for a while, even when it was raining. On the days she did go to school, she barely paid much attention. The school had sent notes and made phone calls to her mother, as if Keely shouldn't be grieving anymore, as if a month was a long enough time to forget her best friend. Keely looked down on her floor, pictures were scattered around, of Phil, of the two of them, of them with other people. Even though it was only two in the afternoon, Keely felt tired. Stacks of homework were piled up on her desk, but she didn't care about that. She pulled the cover over her, still in her clothes, and drifted asleep. When she awoke, she looked at her clock. It was 12:15. She sighed and turned on the light next to her. The light covered the whole room, and Keely could see something written in thick black marker on the wall opposite.

No, I can not sleep,

I've lost my voice

Sleepless and redundant

'I love you' is not enough

I'm lost for words

Keely ran her fingers along the words. "Phil" she muttered silently. She picked up the marker that lay on the floor and wrote a reply,

Phil? Is that you? Please tell me this isn't a dream

She put the marker back down and smiled. She wanted to hug the wall.

XxX

It had been 3 days since she'd written the note on the wall, and still no reply. She mother had blown a fuse when she saw magic marker on Keely's soft pink wall, but then hugged her daughter. Keely tried to convince her that it was Phil who wrote it. She nodded and said 'Of Course' in a patronizing tone, the kind a mother says to a little girl who claims she saw a faerie or something. Keely knew her mom probably thought that she had written it, or just thought her daughter is a complete nut-job. Keely sighed and looked down at the pictures on the floor; the memories brought tears to her eyes. Picking up the marker, she scrawled in thick black pen,

I've got some

Scattered pictures

Lying on my bedroom floor

Reminds me of the

Times we shared

Makes me wish that you were there

Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life

The next day, she got a reply. She knew it was Phil. It was written in Phil's delicate handwriting. It was short but it showed a lot

Making your mascara bleed

Tears down your face

Leaving traces of my mistake

After a few weeks, the walls were fully of verses, so Keely wrote on the wooden floor:

I'd never live
Before your love
I'd never felt
Before your touch
And I'd never needed anyone
To make me feel alive
But then again,
I wasn't really living'
I'd never lived...
Before your love

Phil had written back:

Anytime you feel like you just can't hold on
Just hold on to my love and I'll help you be strong
But you're so afraid to lose, and baby I can't reach your heart
I can't face this world that's keeping us apart

There was a sparse amount of pink in her room, just black lyrics. Keely had written her latest message,

I know that you're true to me
you're always there
you say you care
I know that you want to be mine

One morning, when Keely awoke, she saw blue writing on the back of her door

So go on
And sleep darling
Why don't you pretend we were just a dream

Underneath he wrote in red,

I love you, Keel, I always have and I always will, but I can't let you throw you life away.

Goodbye

Tears filled Keely eyes.

"No, Phil…" she whispered, "No…"

XxX

Keely picked up a paint brush and started to paint a soft yellow around her room, she had already scrubbed off the words from the floor, she just had to cover up the ones on the wall. When she was done, she looked around the room, nowhere could she see any traces of their writings- except on the door, she couldn't bare to take it off though. Keely sat on the bed and put her head in her hands, resulting in getting yellow paint on her face. She was so lost in thought; she hadn't heard her mother call her,

"KEELY" she yelled, Keely looked up,

"Yes?" she shouted back,

"You have a visitor, should I send her up?"

"Sure" Keely wondered who the visitor was, her mother had said it was a girl, and Via had moved to Saudi Arabia with her dad a month ago. She heard footsteps and there was a tap on the door

"Come in" she beckoned. Pim pulled back the door and waked in, taken aback by the strong smell of paint,

"Hey Keel," She glanced at Keely's bedside table, where there was a lovely picture of Phil and Keely. Pim could feel fresh tears welling up,

"Hey, Pim" Keely replied

"I…need to tell you…my family are going back to the future, and I wanted to give you this. They don't now about it" She handed Keely a small cylindrical object

"Is this…the time-virtu-Google thing?" Pim nodded,

"Please, you know what happened on the school trip" She advanced closer to Keely and put the orb in her hand, closing it for her, she went closer to her,

"For the love of everything, Blondie, please save my brother"

There done another chapter, I'm gonna put it up before school tomorrow if I remember.