I thought of giving up the story, but then I realized why I was getting so few reviews…

Keely sat up straight, a look of confused worry on her face.

"What's wrong?" Phil asked.

"I don't know…" Keely replied. "I just… got this weird feeling." Shrugging it off, she said, "I dunno…"

"You know, they used to believe that that happened when somebody walked over your grave…" Phil muttered.

"How could somebody walk over my grave if I'm alive?" Keely asked, confused.

"I don't know, it's an old saying. None of those make sense…" Phil sighed. "Never mind…"

Keely nodded, but she still couldn't shake that awful feeling off of herself. "I… I dunno, Phil. I still feel weird…"

"Relax, Keely. It's just the storm… it's just the thunder and lightning…"

Keely nodded, realizing that her karaunophobia must be why she felt so uneasy. "You're right… you're right." She smiled and turned away from the blinds. "So, Philly-willy… where were we?

"I thought that was off the table…" Phil said, an eyebrow raised.

"You know you like it…" she teased, tapping him on the tip of the nose.

"You can keep thinking that all you like, but it won't change the fact that I don't like being called that."

"Come on, Phil…" Keely said in a whiny tone. "There are worse things in the world…"

"And that's another expression I hate! Of course there will be worse things in the world… unless you die; things can't really get much worse then…"

"Whatever, Phil…" Keely sighed. "I'm staying the night, 'kay?"

When Keely wanted to spend the night at Phil's she didn't ask; she just told him she was, and expected him to accept it. Of course, he always did accept it. "Alright, I guess I can understand why you don't want to walk back home in this weather…"

"And we all know how afraid of cars your family is," Keely said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"My dad just doesn't know that much about your age. I know cars are pretty safe, because you've taught me about this time…"

This made Keely put on a look of genuine surprise. "You learned something from me?" she asked, eyebrows raised. "I taught something to future-boy?"

"I've learned more about 2006 from you than I could from any virtu-goggle trip," Phil said, smiling.

"Wow…" Keely muttered.

"You're teaching me a lot more than you realize," Phil said, meaningfully.

"I am?" Keely asked, after a beat.

"More than you'll ever know…"

Keely smiled at the brunette boy in front of her. "I could say the same about you…" she muttered.

"Oh, you think so, huh?"

"Of course!" she said, perkily. "Like, with Tanner, I learned that just because a guy says he likes you doesn't mean he really does. And not to mention all this stuff I've learned about the future…"

Phil raised an eyebrow… certainly she brought up her ex-boyfriend for a reason? Or was he just getting his hopes up?

"And you've taught me about timing," she added, another smile playing on her lips. "You've taught me all you learned about… timing…" She leaned closer to him, almost teasingly.

"But there's so… much… more… to learn…" she whispered, her lips just centimeters from his own. "And I know that you can show me all about it, Phil Diffy," she said, and softly kissed him on the lips.

After giving their lips a brief moment to become acquainted, she pulled away from him slightly and purred, "I'm crazy for you, Phil Diffy…"

"Oh, Keely," he whispered. "…I love you…"

Keely smiled back at him. "I always thought it was meant to be…"

"What, our relationship?" Phil asked.

"Well, yes, but also the fact that you crash-landed in 2004... I don't think it was a mistake… I think it was an act of fate or some other peripheral force… I just think it would be too much of a coincidence, considering all the things that have happened, you know?"

"I think I know what you're saying…"

"Just imagining that you were destined to come into my life is a heartwarming thought, for me. Knowing we were made for each other…"

"That, and us meeting by coincidence isn't all that romantic," Phil quipped.

"That too…" Keely smirked, and raised an eyebrow. "It's just that… we seem like we go so well together, you know? The odds of that happening by coincidence are worse than winning the California lottery…"

"Good point… So does this mean you believe in fate?"

"You mean, that all of our actions are controlled by sentient beings?" Phil nodded, and Keely sighed. "I don't know about all of our actions, Phil… I like to think that we have some sort of free will…but I guess I can't really say for certain. I mean, the thought that we have no control over what we do is a little scary, to be honest." Keely sighed, listening to the constant patter of water droplets falling onto the roof.

"But it's tough," Keely added, "because if fate really did control anything, then I suppose we couldn't really be put to blame each other or ourselves for what happened…" Keely sat by the windowsill, looking out at the street.

"I think we all have control over our lives," Phil said, as a black Cadillac drove past his house. "I just believe that sometimes, fate gives us a shove in the right direction."

"Maybe you're right, Phil…" Keely sighed, looking at the rain blur the window pane. "Maybe you're right."

"Of course I am," he said, as Keely left the window side.

Keely smirked as she took a blanket out of Phil's closet and laid it out on the ground. Reclining on top of it, she heaved a deep sigh. "I love you, Phil," she said, and let her eyelids droop.

…Meanwhile, not a single thing stirred in 19 Caulfield Lane…

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