I'm posting all the chapters up at once...um...At Last will be finished ASAP, I just have no freakin ideas for it...
Anyway, hope you enjoy the story!
I don't own POTF...or any Disney shows for that matter
And now what it feels like
It's far from what it was like
When I wrote your name in the sand
"We're here!" I shouted. I ran onto the unfamiliar beach. Turns out, in LA there are a lot of beaches, so we didn't go to the same one Phil took me to. I ran out over the sand, laughing. Mom slipped off her shoes and joined me. It didn't remind me of Phil. It didn't make me sad. I felt alive. I leant down and wrote PHIL in the sand in big letters. I feel different. I still wish he was here, but I can get on with my life.
Keely squealed as her mother splashed her with water. She laughed as they each wrote their names in the sand. But she still kept looking at his name wistfully.
"Honey. You miss him, don't you?" Mrs Teslow said, smiling at her daughter.
Keely nodded. "But I guess I'd be weird if I didn't miss my best friend."
"You can stop now Keely. It was painfully obvious to me and everyone around you how you both felt about each other. We just didn't want to get involved. I figured, that you would both sort it out in due course. But then he left. I'm sure his parents knew how he felt about you. In fact Barb and I talked about it regularly. But they still moved him away. I wouldn't have done that to you honey. But his parents did what was best for Pim and themselves, and probably Phil. And even though you miss him, I'll bet he misses you a whole lot more. Because he won't ever meet anyone better," Mrs. Teslow tried to console her daughter.
Keely smiled through her tears. "Funny. That's what Via said. And it didn't help then. But you saying it..."
Mrs. Teslow hugged Keely, and then looked at her properly. "Do you wanna go get something to eat?"
Keely nodded. "I'd like that."
"We're here!" I shouted. I ran onto the beach, the same one that me and Keely had visited. I ran over the sand, remembering her here. Her blonde hair whipping around her face, her jeans getting soaked, and then her rolling them up so they looked like shorts. I leant down and wrote KEELY in the sand again, bordering it with a heart just like before. I can't wait to see her again.