AN: It's summer and there is no excuse for how I update this story. I reread this story over and over coming up with ideas. So I hope you enjoy this story because I think it's my best one yet.

Warning: This chapter will get a little heated so don't say I didn't warn you.

Keely:

I just sat there against the wall crying as the wind and dust smothered me.

I felt as if I never deserved to be on this world.

All my life I had a wonderful family and I took it all for granted.

Father had died at a younger age, 41.

I was about 13 by then.

Father was a very good man.

He had wealth but he was also fair.

And he always was my hero.

Now he's gone.

Mother was always there for me.

She believed in everything I motivated myself to do.

Mother helped me through rough patches in my life.

Especially when I turned 21.

Now, she's gone.

Who would believe in me like Mother had?

Who would be my hero like Father had?

I felt my life was slowly falling apart right in front of my very own eyes.

"Ms. Teslow, you must get up!"

I looked up to see a person I vaguely recognized.

He had a British, Australian accent.

So I knew it wasn't Phil, the man I truly admired.

"Pull yourself together, and I'll help you get back home."

"Home?" I sobbed, "I have no home."

"Yes you do, Ms. Teslow. Now get up, c'mon, you've still got yourself a pair legs."

The man hoisted me up anyways and walked me home.

The dust had stopped surprisingly.

I looked up at the man who had helped me.

He had fiery reddish brown hair and a scruffy chin.

He was a little dark and was quite tall.

"Do you have a name?" I asked curiously.

The stranger smiles and replies, "Timothy, but you may call me Tim, Ms. Teslow."

"Pardon me for asking, but how do you know my name?"

He grinned, "I've known you for quite some time, Keely Teslow."

I tried to remember but I decided that it was no big deal, I mean; it wouldn't hurt to just forget about it.

But something in her mind reminded her about Mother and making the right decisions.

"Since I have no idea where your home is, why don't you come over to my shack?"

I hesitated, knowing that Phil would be waiting, "What's your street's name, Timothy?"

"Huckleberry, and do call me Tim."

I lit up, "Well, that's close to where Phil and I are living, you could just drop me off there."

Tim suddenly lost the sparkle in his eyes, "Phil, you say? I bet you two are married now, eh?"

I blushed at the thought and smiled, "Oh no, I'm just staying there for a few days."

Tim didn't talk for the rest of the way to his street, until Keely decided that she could make it home by herself.

"Oh no, Keely, you should most definitely come over for tea tonight."

I felt a little uncomfortable but decided to follow him.

I could see that his neighborhood wasn't a very good one, neither was his shack.

Inside, the dust piled a foot high and in the bedroom there was one queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.

In the kitchen there was a stove and one sink with a dish, a cup, a fork, a spoon, and a knife in it.

In the dining room there was only one chair.

"Not bad," I said, trying not to be rude.

Timothy boiled a kettle of water and gave me a clean cup from the cupboards I didn't notice earlier, with some tea.

I sat on the bed.

And he sat right next to me after pouring himself some tea as well.

"So," I tried to think of something to say, "Do I know you from somewhere."

Timothy grinned, "Why most definitely yes."

"The first day of primary school I knew I was going to meet you. You were a shy girl during those years, and you told me your secrets. You would tell me how the classmates made fun of you because you had a friend who was a boy, but I thought you were the most beautiful person I have ever seen. However, intermediate school came 'round and you would walk through the halls as if you were the most confident girl in the school. Everyone could see you have changed, but to me, you were the same girl I met in those primary days. You were still my best friend, but then you suddenly disappeared to a place far from here to work on your career, I was heartbroken. But as soon as I heard your records on the radio, I was ecstatic. You had the most amazing voice, and as soon as I heard you were moving back here to your hometown, I was eager as a fish."

I suddenly remembered my days in primary school, the girls that had teased me, the boy I named my best friend. Everything came whirling back into my head.

Timothy paused a bit and looked up at me.

"The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I was going to fall in love with you."

I tensed up when he touched my hand and scooted closer.

"Keely, all I can say is I love you."

Timothy grabbed my shoulders and covered my lips with a kiss so hot and full of passion it took my breath away.

It startled me and I couldn't suppress the moan that came out as he slithered his tongue into my throat

The kiss Timothy gave me made me groan and I push him onto his back.

I captured his body within mine and my head was so full of lust and fog I didn't know what I was doing.

He holds me close and he lies me down on top of him.

It was the most passionate thing I have ever experienced but my inner gut told me something wasn't right.

Timothy:

Keely was the most beautiful thing, and she was on top of me.

Her tongue was wrestling with mine.

Her hands were behind my head and on my chest.

Suddenly, my own hands slinked north.

They tangled in Keely's soft blonde auburn hair and they went down her shoulders and arms.

They slowly went down her back and I caressed her hips.

Keely's lips were so red and swollen but I didn't care for that.

She suddenly pulls out of my embrace and straddles me.

I look up at her as she presses her hips against mine, rubbing my groin.

But I couldn't resist myself and I grabbed her and rolled over on top of her and kiss her again.

I wanted the girl that used to be my best friend, and I wanted her badly.

Keely:

I loved how Timothy moved, he made me feel home again.

This doesn't feel right, Keely. My head was arguing with me.

I cared less about how I felt and I just slid my arms up and down Timothy's torso.

Then he began to get rough.

He slid off my dress and pulled at my hair.

I began to get scared, I have never made love to a man and I didn't think being scared was the best feeling to have.

Then Timothy grabbed my chest and licked the base of my neck.

Then I knew this didn't feel right.

I stopped him.

"Timothy… I-I'm sorry."

I dressed quickly, found my purse and shawl and left the shack leaving Timothy and seeing him for the last time.

I ran towards Phil's farm and tears came running down my cheeks.

'I made the biggest mistake of my life!' I thought.

Phil:

It had just beginning to get dark and I was worried about Keely.

There had been a dust storm in town and Keely was in that area.

I had just finished washing the dishes.

Then Keely comes running through the doors.

Her hair is tangled, her mascara was on her cheeks and her lipstick had been smeared.

"Phil!"

Keely drops everything and runs up to me.

I embrace her and she sobs into my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Phil. I'm so sorry."

I hadn't an idea of why she was so sorry but I just held her, as if she was a fragile child.

"Phil, I'm so sorry," She sobs, "I love you."

I pull her away from me and I look at her arms length.

She was a wreck.

But she was still beautiful.

I lift her chin up and I give her one light kiss.