A/N: sorry it has taken me so long to update. i had major writer's block but finally, after reading some incredible stuff here, i have been inspired. this is the last chapter of the story. it's kinda long, but i hope you all enjoy it. also, PLEASE REVIEW! i need to know if you all think i am good enough to write another pheely fic. i have recieved over 700 hits on this story, but only 10 reviews. what is up with that? ok, off of the soapboax. on with the story:)

Disclaimer: i do not own POTF or any of these characters. i just own this story. so yeah. don't sue.

The cold wind whipped across my face as I made my way to the park. My mouth was super dry and my cheeks were flushed from the night air. Phil is probably trying to figure out how to let me down. Why was I so stupid? I can't do this. I need to go home…but I can't leave him there alone. God-damnit. Maybe I should just tell him that we should just be friends…

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I saw her walking up to the park. She looked so beautiful bundled up in her coat. Her face looked flushed and her hair was piled messily upon her head. I wonder how long it took her to achieve that "I just threw my hair up like this but isn't it sexy?" look. I smirked. Yeah, she took her time to get ready for this moment. As she climbed up the ladder, I got more and more nervous. I fiddled with a hole in the knee of my jeans, slowly separating the frayed pieces. She quietly sat down across from me on the kiddie-boat and folded her hands in her lap. I looked at her and smiled and she just kind of turned away. Uh Oh. Maybe she doesn't feel the same way. I've just got to resolve this. We can still be friends if I tell her right?

"So, I guess we have some things to discuss." I began.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

"Well…about earlier. What was that all about?"

"I guess I just got caught up in the moment. You were so sweet and I just felt like kissing you. End of story."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes. She aimlessly dug her nails into the hard plastic of the boat, creating little trails while I just mulled over what she had said. Finally, the tension was too much for me. I had to say something, anything.

"I'm glad you kissed me." I whispered.

"You are?" she said, staring right into my eyes. She looked surprised.

"Yes. I am. It was incredible. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Me neither." She admitted, her voice barely more than a sigh.

"Really? I thought you were ashamed of it."

"Well, I was ashamed only because I thought you would think I was overstepping my boundaries. I thought that I might have gotten my signals crossed."

"Oh Keel. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I care about you so much. That kiss only confirmed everything I had been eager to bury."

"You wanted to bury me?" she said, looking a little hurt.

"I never wanted to bury you. I wanted to bury the idea of us. Not 'friendship us' but 'lovers us.' I didn't want to get my hopes up, I was afraid to get hurt."

As I said that, I noticed Keely creeping closer to me every so slightly. Her eyes had a glassy look to them, like she was holding back the floods from raining down her lovely face. She grabbed my hand and I looked down to see our fingers meshed perfectly together.

"Look at that." I said, trying to make my voice as even as possible. My emotions were really getting caught up in the beauty of this moment. "Look at how well they fit."

She smiled at me and said, "It reminds me of the sea and the sky. You can't tell where one starts and the other stops. It's nature's idea of perfection."

"I'm far from perfect, Keel. I snore, I laugh too loudly at my own jokes, I'm from the future, and my breath smells bad when I wake up."

She laughed. It sounded like a clear bell. I leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. She stooped her head to meet mine and I felt her forehead press up against mind.

"I'm not perfect either, and I don't want you to be anything other than Phil Diffy. I think you're fabulous they way that you are. Morning breath included."

"Speaking of which, did you have Mexican for dinner?" I joked, chuckling to myself. Just to break the intensity of the moment. I was so close to kissing her but I needed to do it right. I needed to guarantee that she was mine. She leapt back in horror, covering her mouth and eyes wide.

"Oh my God! I knew I should have brushed one more time. I'm so sorry, Phil. Oh my God!" she shrieked. I put my free hand on her cheek and gently traced my thumb along her jaw line. She softened a bit.

"Keely, I was just kidding. I could care less about your burrito breath."

"Enchiladas."

"Whatever. What I've been dying to say is that I want to be more than your best friend. I want to be the guy who makes you crazy like you make me. I want to be the guy who can hold you in his arms during a movie. I want to be the guy who can take you out on the town and show you off. I want to be the guy that can see you going down the hall and say 'yeah, she's mine.' Will you let me be that guy, Keel? Please?"

Her eyes sparkled as I made my speech. She nuzzled my hand that was resting on her cheek and smiled. But then, a cloud formed behind her eyes. Her grin faded and she began to speak in a very serious tone.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, what if you have to leave? What if your dad gathers you all up tomorrow and says 'hey family, we're going home'? What do you do then?" Her tone fluctuated a bit as she reached the end of her thought. I looked deep into her eyes, into her soul and I spoke the words that rested heavily on my heart.

"I would rather be with you for a day than wish I had for an eternity."

The flood that had so viciously threatened her face finally broke through its dam. Tears streaked down her cheeks and onto her perfect lips. Little rivulets of mascara trickled from her lashes, but a smile that lit up the whole park showed her true feelings.

"Phil, I would love for you to be that guy. I would love it more than anything in this world." She said as she released my hand to envelope me into a tight hug.

"Well, it's settled then," I whispered into her ear as we embraced. "Should we christen this boat? Set sail on the sea of life, ride the waves of our new lives together, drop the anchor of friendship and cast off into the ocean of romance…"

"Shut up and kiss me, Diffy." She said with just a hint of a grin on her lips.

"With pleasure, Teslow."

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was sweet, sensual, and full of passion.

Just like my girl.

Yeah, my girl…

Well, that's it for this tale. PLEASE REVIEW!

also, if you happen to enjoy the AMAZING TV show, Arrested Development, i have written and posted a short and sweet oneshot over in that category. please check it out. i'm pretty proud of it. it's hard to capture the sweetness of George-Michael and Maeby's cousin lust.