A/N: Woot. Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. Although, I have to admit – writing with the knowledge of an audience, hella freaks me out. Anyway, I love ya all! And let me know if you guys can come up with any better Robin Hood jokes, 'cause… mine were bad to begin with and they're just getting worse. Also, sorry – I think I was really stretching Keely's character by the end of this. I'm not sure if any of it works at all. I mean, jeez, there's no pressure with the character's I made up, but… Okay, sorry, this short little note's getting rant-y. Still love you, still thank you, still… keep reading.

"Wait a minute. You chose Robin over Phil! You think the name Phil is worse than Robin?"

"Thanks for the self-confidence boost about my name, Yael. If you must know, I'm named after my maternal grandfather, Lazarus."

"Okay, okay, I see your point. But... Damn, what were you parents thinking? Lazarus Robin Diffy?"

"Oh my gosh, yes, shut up," he moaned, "I've had to live with the name for sixteen years; I don't need you rubbing my misfortune in my face."

"Well," I thought out loud, still gazing at the photo, "What were your other grandparents like? Why don't they live here anymore?" Robin came up behind me, his elbow on my shoulder as he too studied the faded picture. I turned my eyes away from the couple as he spoke, watching as a lock of brown curls fell in front of his eyes. "I think they're taking some kind of world tour, to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary."

I eyed the rest of the photos. The same two in front of landmark after landmark. "Looks to me like they've already seen the world."

"I know," he sighed with resignation, a wistful look in his eyes. I squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "Chin up, King of Thieves. We'll get out of here someday. We'll, we'll see the world," I promised, hoping to bring the dancing light back into his eyes. "Let's just... get started cleaning," I finished lamely.

Robin nodded absently, than shook his head, as though snapping himself out of something. Carefully, he placed the wooden frame back in its place. "Let's start with the top of the house," he suggested. "We can work our way down, then out."

Moments later, we sat in a sea of dusty boxes and broken lamps. Sighing, I grabbed the nearest one, labeled "Baby Things/Tax Stuff" as Robin reached for another. I opened the bent cardboard lid, coughing as a cloud of dust floated up. I sifted through yellow pages of numbers, chewed up baby rattles, faded blankets. Half way through the box, my hands struck something that wasn't gnawed or slobbered on.

I held it up against the faint light the bare bulb cast around the musty attic. It was a small blue book with a suede cover. "Hey, Robin, look at this," I called as I opened it to the first page. In the top left hand corner, scrawled in loopy, bubbly cursive, it read, "Keely Teslow, 2005-6"

"What is it?" Robin asked from across the room, his head buried in old parkas. "It's - it's your grandma's journal!" I exclaimed. "From sixty years ago! Imagine what life was like then!"

Robin looked worried as he glared at me from across the room. "No, Yael. We cannot read that. It is a complete invasion of privacy. I can't do that to my grandma." I started flipping through the lined pages.

"Holy shit," I breathed. "What? What!" I eyed him innocently. "I thought you didn't believe in reading yow gwamma's jouwnal." I taunted. He lunged for the small blue volume. I sidestepped in anticipation, and he barreled head-first into a lampshade. I giggled.

"Give it to me!" he shouted. "Let me think about it," I pretended to ponder. "Eh, okay." He snatched the book from my hands and sat down on the wooden floor, beginning to devour the words. "Hey, hey, Hood - you gotta at least read aloud," I snapped.

"Yeah. Sure," he nodded. "Okay... Where to start?"

"January 4th, 2006

So, today was the first day back after break. I hadn't seen him in a while - Mom and I went on our ski trip - and there he was, standing by his locker, just like every school day. Yet, he seemed different standing there. It was as though... had his eyes gotten browner? Was his hair silkier? I had to consciously restrain myself from reaching over and running my fingers through it. My heart started beating more quickly, something in my chest I couldn't quite identify contracted.

"Hey," I let out, as casually as I could when he flashed his trademark grin..."

I fought the illogical urge to make sure Robin wasn't reading my journal, scanning my deepest thoughts. I tried not to notice how rosy my cheeks flushed as he continued reading.

"April 16th, 2006

The day after taxes. The day when the entire adult population of the country is breathing a sigh of relief. And here, I am, sitting on my bedroom floor, trying my hardest not to cry. It's not working. I should just - I mean, right now, everywhere, there are people worse off than I. People who are starving, little kids who are dying, poor, hard-working families who are just down on their luck. Okay, perspective is not working. Now, I'm just crying harder. The world is terrible enough as it is, why did this have to happen?

Phil just waltzed in, and, he kissed me. My first kiss. It was... I mean, I'm know there are plenty of people out there with horror stories about their first kisses. "Our braces got stuck." "He rammed his tongue down my throat." "He totally missed my mouth." But this, I don't think I can even describe it in words. I was there, and he was there and he kissed me. Then he left. He had to. He had no choice. I know it.

And then, that kiss still fresh on my lips, I floated through the rest of the day, walking on a cloud as I passed from class to class. But, by the time I was walking home, all alone, the cloud had begun to fade. It had turned into a fog. Everything I passed was duller, blurrier. I guess I was in a masochistic mood, because I decided to walk by Phil's house. It was as though the fog got thicker with every neighborhood landmark I passed. Finally, I ended up on the sidewalk outside of his front walk.

And then it was like a ray of sunshine burst through; the fog thinned and disappeared as I saw a brown-eyed boy running towards me. It was too much. All of a sudden the sky was too blue; the lawns were too green. Looking around me hurt my eyes, so I focused right in on his. They said even more, as he spoke to me, "Look, Keely. I know you might not believe me, but I will come back. Yes, I'll wait for you, but I'm coming back. Damn the laws." And, even though he's shorter than I, he always seems taller. He lifted up my chin and I saw his face, the heart breaking beneath his carefully shielded features. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him, and, his embrace surrounding me, I just felt safe..."