Keely woke up feeling tired and miserable. All the memories of the night before, came flooding back, and she sat up quickly to see I there was anyone else in the room. There was no one.

At least she knew that the probability of the cameras being on her right now was quite low. Especially if everyone else was out of bed. Surely there was much more interesting things to watch, than Keely Teslow sleeping. If that's what you could have called her night.

She got up, and looked around the room. It seemed a lonely place, and she just wanted her own bedroom. Her bedroom, filled with pictures of her and Phil. But he didn't like her anymore. He said he had lost his best friend. "But I haven't gone anywhere," Keely whispered. "How can he have lost me, when I'm not lost"

She sat on her bed, and hugged her duvet. She wished she had brought her toy. No. No, she wished she had never even found out about this house. She wished she hadn't persuaded Phil to come in here, and then if he had said no, she wouldn't have come. But what use were wishes when her guardian angel was fighting with her?

"No use at all," Keely muttered to herself.

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Phil woke up feeling pretty much the same as Keely. Not that he knew it. He wanted to talk to her so much, but didn't know what to say. Usually when he did things, it just made it worse. Like when he kissed Tara. He wanted to show Keely how it felt. But he thought she'd be fine with it. He thought she loved Tanner. How wrong was he?

"I didn't mean it!" Phil shouted. He didn't know who he was shouting at. Probably himself. He hated himself for losing Keely.

He was all alone in the room. He looked around and instantly felt heartbroken. He had lost her. Forever.

He wanted to blame Keely for persuading him to come in here. But he knew he could have said no. Maybe if had, he would still be admiring Keely from far away.

But now, he could only admire, as he knew they would never get together. Not now.

I hate myself for losing you

And oh, I don't know what to do

Not sure that I'll pull through

I wish you knew

And oh, I don't know what to say

And I don't know anyway

Anymore

No, no I hate myself for losing you

I'm seeing it all so clear

I hate myself for losing you

What do you do when you look in the mirror

And staring at you is why he's not here?

What do you say when everything's said?

Is the reason why he left you in the end?

How do you cry when every tear you shed

Won't ever bring him back again?

I hate myself for loving you

Um...Kelly Clarkson's I Hate Myself For Losing You

My chapters are getting shorter, and shorter. The next one will be kinda short, but the one after is gonna be long. I promise!

Disclaimer: Do you really think and English 13 year old owns POTF? Didn't think so...

Thanks for reviewing. I do read them all, I just don't write replys to them. And thanks for telling me it was Tara, instead of Terra. I guess it was just how it was pronounced in the show...