Sorry about the update. I had no internet connection for a period of time, and also,i am kinda trying to work on a new story. So please read and enjoy, despit if there is any dryness to the story now.

The Bear, ThenThere's the Box

Oh my God...why does this keep happening to me! Why me? Do I have to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment? I'm a good person, aren't I? I done all my homework all the time, get good grades, contributed in my family's life, done community service, and...and...I alsodon't want to live this life no more...

It had been the same bear since two years ago. I didn't know where it had came from and who had given it to me, but he or she must have known about me andabout that bear from that night. However, he was the only one that knew about that bear at that time. But it couldn't have been him, he's not here no more. But how is this bear came to me? Aaarrghhhh! This must be a dream again, yeah a dream! I'm just in a dream again, it only wants to hurt to me and torment me again. This is not real, yeah not real.

I didn't know what to do, fear had struck me and I couldn't move. I had left the outside door open and after thewitnessing ofthat bear, I had just stood at my staircase. I couldn't move, and I didn't want to. It's just a dream, and I'm going to wake, yeah...anytime soon. But I didn't wake up, it was real wasn't it? A thought had came up, maybe it was a dream, and I couldn't wake up. Something can prove this is a dream or not, at least what I had thought. I ran upstairs to the bathroom and follow my assumptions. I stood at the bathroom door and saw the faucet. I turnit onand placed my hand on the cold running water. Then with a scoop, I placed and splashed it on my face. Drips, drops, splashes, and panting...Nothing happened, I had justfelt this coldness on my face. This cold was too real-like, I had thought that water could wake anyone from a slumber...maybe I am not really not sleeping at all.

"Keely, you up there? Are you all right!" mom had shouted from downstairs and I had replied.

"Yes, mom. I just came from outside and washing my face, right now," I replied.

Then sheresponded with anokay and said that she would prepare breakfast in the kitchen. After that, I had started to keep washing my face, until, I would wake up. Splashes, drips, gasps, ripples arestill allI can hear. Water wake me up! This must be a dream. But for more than thirty minutes, I didn't wake up. It must have been real. I don't want this to happen. I had went downstairs to accepted it, however the fear was there,and it was true. I went to check on that lonely bear on the porch. I went outside and to my surprise, the bear wasn't there anymore!

"Where's the bear! It was here, I know it it was. I'm know that I am not seeing things, the bear was just here!"

I didn't know where the bear was and that scared me too. The appearance and the dissapearance of the bear... God is trying to torment me, isn't it!

'But wait, Keely keep yourself together. That bear may have not really have been there, it might have just been a figment of your imagination. It might have happen because of that stupid dream this morning, that's why, it must have been.'

I just stood there thinking to myself. I was confused and scared. I didn't know what to do, really. I just wanted to live life normally, before I had met him and to havethe life without him.

'I would still be in the "popular click", still being failing math classes, being around a lot of people, not caring for school as I would hang out at the mall 24/7, and I would be having so much boyfriends..."

My heart had pulse again, that was the same thought I had have that same night. Keely, stop it! Hold it together. He is gone now, and theirs is nothing that you can do. I have to move on...but I know thatIcan't, it's too hard.

"Keely, have some breakfast when you're ready, pumpkin!" my mom had shouted across the kitchen room. I had replied that I would change my clothes and I would be there in a minute. I went upstairs and took a deep breath. I had to calm down, I have to stop imagining things, stop talking to myself, stop hurting myself, and stop scaring myself. I didn't really know what to do now. The only thing I know was that I had to get ready to go to school...by myself. I dressed up and went downstairs and it had smell wonderful. This had calm me down for bit. Mom had just left the room by entering the back-door from the kitchen to upstairs when I had entered it. The kitchen had a delicious smell of eggs and pancakes. I ate and had left to school.

The silent creamy-coffee colored bear had laid there motionless as the orb of light had moved its light toward the other side of the city. The hand of the bear still had its hand over his heart and the other hand, trying to hold onto the stuffed crimson heart. With its eyes staring at the cold top of the porch, while the bear was lying on the cold white plastic of the furniture. It had noone to care for it now, and the sign still says, "You have my heart, and I have your's". The adorable bear had laid there for some time, staring out with no sense of purpose in its thoughts. Its originalpurpose was to symbolize the undying feeling of love between the young friends, yet, it had brought out the fear of a sad girl.

The toy had became cold with no warmth of love to hold it. Then a short blonde woman had walked through the open, unclosed porch door. She was confused and had intended to pick up her morning Pickford's Penny Pincher, yet she found the door opened. She was worried that someone had might broke in the house.

"Keely, you up there? Are you all right!" she shouted as she wasworried. Then a replied had came back and she was relief that the door had open because of her. She had picked up the newspaper, until, she had noticed a small bear on the chair. She thought that her daughter might had left it behind, so she picked up and brought it in the house. After setting up breakfast and her daughter isalready in the kitchen, she had brought the bear inthe girl'sroom and placed it next to the pillow, onthe bed.

During my walk, I had decided to past that neighborhood, despite of my recent dream. I didn't want to be scared no more, I decided. I have to faced it, I thought. But it was hard. I slowly paced myself. My heart started to beat faster, my face had troublesome features, my palms was getting wetter, and my breathes was getting deeper. I shouldn't had came this way...

There it was. It was still the same as it was in the past and my dream, however, something wasn't the same.The sign wasn't there anymore. It wasn't there no more! What could have this mean? Did mom somehow sold the one placed that I had hold the most memories of him? I walked by it, the house had still look the same. I walked closer toward to the house and got closer to it. Then the door had opened and a person had came out and looked at me andIlooked back. It was him, Rupert.

He came out with bedazzlement and confusion in his face. And from the looks of it,I could tell that he was already to get to school.

"Rupert, you live here?"

"Oh, hi Keely. Yeah I do live here now."

He looked at me with uncomfortableness, which I had looked threaten to myself.

"Oh, I didn't know that this sold was recently sold. I guess it was about time that this house was sold..." I said to him.

A part of me had felt pain, but I told myself to stop it, but it couldn't be helped. I looked at him and he looked back with those eyes.

"Well...I guess your parents and yourself lived hear now, huh?" I said stupidly, just restating what he had said earlier. I nodded and he looked back at me with hurt again in his eyes.

"Um, not really. My parents, actually, are not here. We had to move far away, due to a recent revolution. My sister and I didn't really wanted to go back there–I meant go there, so we had, at least my mom, sister, and I had decided that...Amy and I would stay here in this region and that wehad to support ourselves from them being there.

"Oh, interesting that sounds kinda weird though, so wait, you're independent from your parents?" I asked him.

I was so interested with his history, now. Somehow my pain had simmered and I didn't had realized that, at first. He had nodded in my response and said that he had to support both of the himself and his sister. I was still curious.

"But how could you and your sister could afford this house?"

"Well, it's not really that we bought it. We legally owned it. We had received the deed to the house...um, my dad had received it originally when a man at a hardware store had given to him, after Dad had gave him advice about fixing something...well, it was somewhat signed over to me. So we now own this house."

He had finished. A part of me had felt weird about the story, but it had somewhatmade sense. Maybe Rupert's dad did gave Mr. Diffy some advice about fixing the time machine. So Lloyd might have somehow gave the man the deed, as Mr. Diffy didn't need the house anymore...I don't know, and I didn't know what other reason that can make sense with it. So I just accepted to the thoughts of what he had said.

"Oh, what a coincidence, I guess." I said in confusion.

"Yeah, not only that. When we cleaned up the place, I had found something in a small box that had your name in it. "Keely" it said. Keely, do you have any connection to the people had lived here, because this is for you, I guess."

I nodded to him and he looked back in an acceptance. I was confused still. I hadonce return back at to the house once, the week after he had left. Mom had decided that we should try to clean up the place and store most of the items we can find, because Mom believed that if he ever return, we could return the belongings. I told that it was useless, he was never coming back. I had took some stuff though. I couldn't believed at the time why he had left some of the things behind. There was pictures of us together and smiling, CD's that I had given him, his necklace that was given to him by me on his 16th birthday. My heart had even felt more weighed. Then we had stored these other stuffs, like his drums, computer, and unsentimental items and stuffed upstairs at the attic. It still gathers dust, as I stood here at front of his old house. But during my hard time gathering, I had never notice a small box that had my name on it.

Then Rupert replied, "Well just in case, I had brought this along with meso that when in school,if iwouldsee you, Iwas going to give it to you.But sinceyou're here..."

He took off his bag and unzipped. He slowly pulled out a small white box, with "Keely" on it. The handwriting wasn't that great, but I can recognized it from anywhere, it was his handwriting.

He had tried to hand me the box, but I hesitated. I knew why, I was now beginning to fear it. My fear had started to come back. It was Phil's, hehad given this to me.

'Keely,' I said to myself, 'take the box and try to ignore it, stuff it in the bag, and try to forget about, and deal with it later...'

And I did. I quickly took the box out of his hand and stored in my bag, I didn't want to open it. Something could havebeen inthat box, it could had been anything. Then, Rupert had looked at me with that eyes again and Itried to look at him with a straight face. He had the same face as me, kinda. It was of uneasiness and timid. I didn't know why he had this face, but he did.

Thenfora short time, silence had came. He had pulled up his arm and looked at his watch.

"Wow, we gotta get to school, before we're late. Well since you're here, wanna walk with me to school?" he asked me.

TheI wasflustered. He had asked me to walk with him. I nodded at him and he popped a smile and I couldn't help to smile back at him. We started to walked out and we headed toward the park, I stopped along the way.

"Keely, what's the matter?" He had asked me and lked at me. I looked at him back. Somehow the fear in me had died again. He had this thing over me, as if it was protecting me from pain, and the only one person that had this was Phil...

"Nothing," I said. I had entered the park with him and nothing. Nothing had affected me, no pain no more. We walked toward the school, and I looked back. The house was still there in sight, and I looked carefully. I saw someone in the window, a girl. Maybe it was his sister, Amy. Then Iturned my headback, holding onto my bag with the box and walked away with Rupert.

A girl had looked through the window in the room that was once belong to Pim's. She stared at the two walking and couldn't help saying to herself,

"Little Miss Sunshine is going to have some clouds in her way...Phil, I hope you know what you are doing."

She had gotten ready and walked to school, after the two had reached to the school.

Again, i'm so sorry about the update, it's more than a week. I promised that i tried to update asap, not like a week. lol. Please review and sorry again, if my story is getting drier or cornier. Have a great day! NuNu.