Chapter 3 - The Flyer
After TRL was over, Keely went back to her hotel and wrote a letter to Phil. Even though there were still two whole weeks until Christmas, what was wrong with an early Christmas present?
Along with the letter, she sent him a copy of her Christmas album. She hoped that he would get his present in time since she lived so far away.
She put on a pair of sunglasses before going outside to her car so that nobody would recognize her.
As she drove to the Post Office and dropped the mail in the slot, she thought about him. How had he been for the past year? How was his Christmas last year? Did he miss her? Was he still mad at her?
She didn't know. All she knew was that she missed him dearly. Sometimes when she thought about him she even cried. She felt that sometimes it was foolish to miss a guy so much, even when that guy was the one she happened to have a crush on.
She also felt stupid for never telling him how she felt. She figured on telling him when she went home for Christmas. But there was that fear that always ate away at her heart. What if he didn't feel the same way? It would ruin their friendship forever.
This was causing her too much stress so she put it off to the side for awhile. She decided to not tell him. Her heart would signal the right time to tell him.
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Phil laid awake in bed that night for quite some time. She said that nothing would change. She said that she would call him when she had time, and she most certainly had his number memorized. He just didn't understand why she had to go. He knew that she wanted to be a singer, but he also felt that if she loved him, she wouldn't have left. Maybe he shouldn't tell her how he felt about her. What would the use be?
He eventually fell asleep, with thoughts of Keely circling his head.
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Keely boarded her plane the next morning at about seven. If she was going to get to Pickford by at least ten, then she would definitely have to leave now.
She sat in the very front of the plane. She couldn't wait to go home for two weeks. She would get to see her mom, Via, Phil... all of her closest friends. She was guessing that they would welcome her with open arms. But there was one person she worried about... Phil.
What if he didn't want to see her? What if he was still flamingly mad at her? What if they didn't even live there anymore?
Then her eyes grew wide at the thought that came next.
WHAT IF THEY WENT BACK TO THE FUTURE?
Keely's stomach lurched and she felt like she was going to be sick. She sat there and tried to calm down. Fortunately, she did after a while and she fell asleep. She didn't wake up until the end of the flight.
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Meanwhile, back in Pickford, Phil was going Christmas shopping with his family for all of his friends... Via, Owen, and of course, Keely. He was going to go Christmas shopping tomorrow for his family, and he was going to ask Keely to go with him if she didn't mind. He didn't think that she would at all.
He was going to give Via twenty dollars, he got Owen a gift certificate to Subway and ten dollars, and now he was at Keely.
What should he get Keely? He had NO idea. Now that she was famous, he was afraid that she would need more expensive, nicer gifts for Christmas. But he thought that since they were still best friends, she would like anything he got for her. They WERE still friends, right?
He decided on a greenish-bluish tank top (since she liked to put them over her long-sleeved tops). He also bought her a silver necklace with a rhinestone pendant with her initial, "K." He thought she would like it a lot.
On the way home in the van, Phil asked his mom to pull over on the curb when he saw a flyer with Keely's picture on it.
"Mom, pull over!"
"Why, honey, are you sick?" Barb asked, looking in the rearview mirror.
"No, just pull over! Please?"
"Okay..." she said, uncertain to Phil's question.
He ran up to the flyer and read it.
"Tryouts to be in pop princess Keely Teslow's new music video begin on December 14th, 2005 and end on December 16th, 2005. Not accepting women. You must be ages 15-18 to qualify. If you would like to tryout, please report to the Pickford Theatre. Look below for more information."
He grabbed the flyer and climbed into the van.
"So, what is that?" Barb asked.
"It's a flyer. Keely's coming here to shoot a music video and there are tryouts to be in it with her."
"Really? Well, that's great, sweetie! Do you wanna try out?"
Phil shook his head and looked out the window with an annoyed look. Sometimes he wondered about his mom.
"Of course I do! I love her, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. Why haven't you ever told her how you feel, sweetie?"
"Because..." he sighed. "I don't know."
"Come on, spill!" Pim shouted. Phil was a bit afraid.
"Okay, okay, I'll spill! I've never told her because I don't think that she feels the same way."
"So?" Barb said.
"What do you mean, 'so?'"
"Why does it matter if she likes you back or not?"
"Because, we won't be friends anymore after I tell her because she'll know that I like her."
"Oh... well I guess that IS a good reason."
"Yeah, I know."
Phil looked out the window and sighed. He was happy that Keely was coming... but another part of him wasn't.
End of Chapter 3
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