Ah guys! Sorry I haven't updated for like a week again. I've been really into aly & aj, and miley cyrus, and making all my graphics. Miley cyrus is from where I've lived for 10 ½ years of my life and still live partly. So I m really into her now and the new show hannah montana. Not as much as "phil" but I really want to meet her, because she's JUST LIKE ME! Geez, ahe stole my dream. Lol, but I have contacts, in TN cuz tons of ppl there know her. I know ppl who r really good friends with her and/or members of her family, so that's exciting. Anyways... I've been putting this off long enough. Oh and by the way I'm going to start trying to write my story correctly, instead of being lazy and taking the easy road with the skript looking stuff

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters from the show. Just jackson, which I don't really wish to own in the first place currently :)

Keely stood gawking at the letter she held in her hand. Even after reading it over and over, her brain still wouldn't let her process it all. Phil's hand rested on her shoulder, where it had been the past few minutes. He was truthfully just as amazed as she was. He knew Jackson was a little out of the ordinary, but not in some insane way, that he'd try to take the one important person he mistreated all these years. The one person that Phil could never let go of, if she was ever to leave. He dozed off into his own worried thoughts until Keely made an unexpected move.

Keely dropped the letter, spun around, and threw her arms around Phil's neck. The words written neatly on the pale yellow slip of paper she had previously held, were finally soaking in. He really was going to find a way to take her away. Away from everything. Not being able to hold it in, her eyes finally overflowed, pouring out tears that were never meant to be shed, into Phil's shoulder. Her though he would cry too, but his body wouldn't let him, at least until he was alone somewhere, so Keely wouldn't freak out more. He just held onto her like he did before.

Time went by quicker then either of them felt it pass, and before they broke their embrace, there was a knock on the door. More like a soft thud, but any less, somebody who wanted to be let in. Keely's arms dropped as she stared at the front door nervously from the kitchen. She wiped away the stray tear lingering on her face, and followed Phil to the neatly white painted door in the front of the Teslow house. She looked through the peek hole, and immediatly her jar dropped to the point it was when she had first read the hidden note.

"I can't believe he has the guts to come back here." Keely mumbled.

"Well, Keels, he wouldn't need the guts, since he never would know we read that letter anyways."

Keely smirked.

Beginning to Panic, Keely started pacing franticly in front of the door. "Phil.. Phil! What do I do?" she spoke louder then intended.

There was another, louder, knock at the door.

"Let's try opening the door first, and then figure that out from there." Phil replied.

"Oh. Right"

The reached her hand out and slowly turned the slightly scratched up, brass doorknob. Her throat had never felt this heavy in her life. She was afraid she wouldn't have the strength to keep herself from throwing her fists in his face. The door finally swung open, uncovering the man, they both least wanted to see at that moment.

"I, uh, I forgot my coat." were his first words.

Keely got up the nerves to speak. But what she said to him was not what any of them expected her to say. Not even herself.

"Yeah. I think you forgot something else too father." she said she said cooly, pulling the wrinkles letter out of her pocket.

Jackson's eyes grew two times as huge as they were before. He snatched the paper from her hands and read it over once in his head, then returned the deathly stare both Phil and Keely were giving him.

"I, you, ...little brat. What would you be doing searching through my stuff!." his voice rose to it's loudest, causing Keely to find Phil's hand for comfort.

Keely's eyes began to water again. "We weren't searching. You left it out in the open on our kitchen counter. And I can't believe even you would do this!" she wasn't afraid to stand up to him this time. Her voice cracked from the shaking state she was currently in. Phil watched her, and just wanted to reach over and hold her to make it stop.

Before she broke down she managed to let out one more word to him. "Why?"

Keely started to lean on phil, not being able to hold herself up herself anymore. He felt her weight gradually growing on him, and moved his hand from hers, to around her wait to help support her.

"Never mind why. You're coming with me, and that's final. Now where's my coat?" He asked.

Seeing as neither of the two teens standing in front of him were in the condition to answer him, he left them alone to roam the house himself in search of his jacket. As soon as he walked out, keely turned so she was facing Phil. He instinctively positioned his other arm around her too. She had her head on his chest, and her hands curled up between the both of them.

"Keely. He can't take you. The law wouldn't allow it, and neither will I." he said trying to comfort her in any way that he could. She looked up at him, and tried to speak, but couldn't, so she just flung her arms around his neck.

They both went over to the couch, never letting go of each other.

"Phil, what do we do?" Keely whispered between sobs.

Phil wiped off Keely's face with the corner of his sleeve. "I don't Know Keel. But I–" He was cut off by Jackson walking back into the room with his jacket.

Seeing Phil rock Keely, and her crying uncontrollably, made him angrier than before. "And Keely, I advise you to quit hanging out with this boy, and to get packing. He's not doing you any good, being around you all the time." She was so outraged by his comment, she got up and went to go show her dad exactly what she felt about him, but he was out the door, and out of sight before she could get to him.

Phil had followed her over. She slammed her hand against the now closed door, and slid down to the floor, holding her knees tightly to her chest. Phil came down beside her and held her to him. She leaned over onto him helplessly.

"He's really going to make me go, Phil." She let out a giant sigh, trying to catch her breath.

He stroked her hair, combing through it with his fingers "Shh. He can't just throw you in the back seat of his car, and move you to Texas with him. It's going to be okay. I'll make sure it's okay." He was unsure about it all, but he knew he wouldn't let her go with out a fight.

Keely fell asleep like that, still on the floor, her face streaked with tears. Phil watched her sleeping peacefully, never letting go of her. He was almost afraid that if he did, she would disappear, and that's what they were trying to prevent. So he stayed up, with his thoughts.

That took a lot longer then it looked. It took a few breaks, but it took pretty long still. Anyways. I would really love to get some reviews for it :) I like how I wrote the beginning part, like how it flows. Lol. Yeah.

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