Ooh… okay, "Cryin'" by Aerosmith opens up my playlist… excellent song. Hm… yeah. Okay.

Phil slowly drove around, looking for nowhere in particular. He was wondering if he'd be able to find a place to clear his mind, so he could think up exactly what he was going to do to wow Keely.

That might work… but where am I going to get a llama? he thought, shooting down one of his ideas.

The road started to slope downhill, and Phil eased on the brakes.

Only, the car didn't respond.

Well now Phil was getting scared. The brakes weren't responding. I'll never get to tell her how I feel about her, Phil thought, sure that imminent death was coming, as the road sloped even more.

He looked ahead and saw a mass of people. He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door, and stood up, his body poking out the doorframe.

"Move! Move!" he shouted, waving his hand in a gesture to get the people to clear the path. "I have no brakes! Move!"

The crowd cheered and applauded as Phil's car rolled on by, much to his confusion. Some people even threw flower petals. He looked back in confusion, and saw some people were holding signs and banners.

He looked ahead again, and saw a mound in front of him, about fifty feet. He was confident the car was going to stop, as it didn't have enough momentum to speed over the hill.

But before he reached the mound, the car's front tires got caught in a small ditch, and he was thrown from the car into the mound, which turned out to be a bale of hay.

So this is the rural part of Pickford, I suppose, Phil supposed, standing up and brushing hay off of his sleeves.

He looked around, and saw a hummingbird flying about, floating in the air much in the same way that bricks do not. Somehow, the fragile, beautiful creature reminded him of Keely…

He chuckled to himself and turned to walk, but tripped over a rock, which sent him on a one-way trip to the ground.

"Uuuhhgghh…" he breathed, and slowly rolled onto his back to see a dark silhouette blocking the sun.

"Mister?" the shadow asked.

Phil sat up, and saw that the silhouette was that of the sister of one of his classmates. "Hey, there," he said.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine… I just tripped…"

"What are you doing here?"

Phil thought for a moment. "I'm meeting with a princess."

"Are you a prince?" the little girl asked.

"I certainly am," he said, and started walking back to his car, still facing her. "I'm meeting her soon…"

"When?"

"Now," he replied, and turned around---

awkwardly enough running into Keely herself, who was coming out of the house a few yards away.

"Well hey there, Princess," he said to her, flashing that quirky smile of his.

"What are you doing here?"

"Funny story, true story… the brakes on my car failed going down hill…"

"That's not funny," Keely said. "That's dangerous."

"Well what are you doing here?"

"I had to come to Adam's house," she said, gesturing to the house she'd exited.

"Oh… well I guess that makes sense…"

"You look… terrible," she muttered, brushing hay off of him, much to his pleasure.

"Thanks…"

"You thank me for saying that?"

"I thank you for telling the truth," he corrected.

Keely suggested that they go back inside, and Phil agreed, on account of the fact that he was thirsty.

Okay… there will be a minor significance of Adam that I just decided just right this second… so yeah. Now Coldplay's "Fix You" is on...