Disclaimer: I don't own Phil of the Future or any characters
A/N: In response to SlickNickShady's question, this is not a sequel, it is a repost. I am, however, planning a sequel, which you can find a bit more information for on my home page. Of course, I'm changing to plot some to set up for the sequel, as you will notice in this next chapter. I hope you like it.
After her marriage, Keely had begun to write less and less. In fact, there was about a six month period where she didn't write a thing, no doubt having settled down into her life as newlywed. The next entry took place Christmas Day, their first Christmas together.
Dear Phil,
Had to celebrate Christmas a few days early with Mom, because Ted surprised me with tickets Hawaii. I wasn't actually able to get off work until the holiday season, so we decided to just skip the honeymoon. Apparently he's been saving up, since long before the wedding, though. It's been such an amazing week. I helped Mom decorate her tree with all the old decorations. She didn't have time to cook on such short notice, so we had turkey sandwiches for dinner, with the promise that we'd have a real turkey for New Years. Anyways, right now I'm just sitting on the beach sipping lemonade of all things and feeling a bit subconscious around all the locals who still have their summer tan. Well, I guess I better go. Ted's been nagging me for a while now to go check out some famous seafood restaurant for a while now.
Love, Keely
From there on, she wrote little tidbits of New Years and all the other major holidays leading up to the Fourth of July and their first anniversary late in the summer. The whole eight months or so barely even filled a couple of pages. Still, Phil found she still found time to write Ted's name fifty-six times. Then, when Christmas time came around again, Phil came across the word he had dreaded even more than the M word, which was the B word.
Dear Phil,
So, I've been feeling all sick and tired lately, so I went to the doctor and it's for sure—I'm going to have a baby! I'm going to be a mommy! We decided today that we're going to put a down payment on a house and Ted hasn't stopped talking about how he wants to decorate the nursery since. And I've already nick named the baby Fuzzy Bear. Remember that, Secret Agent Fuzzy Bear? It's getting late, though, and I should get to bed. Goodnight, My Fuzzy Bears.
Love, Keely
Phil glanced up at his own clock, realizing it was already past one. He had promised to meet Theodore at eight o'clock the next morning. Before closing the book, he whispered, "Good night, White Panther," and then set it on the nightstand.
When Phil walked into the coffee shop down the street from Theodore's college, he found him sitting at one of the high tables and pounding on his laptop's keyboard. Phil walked over to him and looking him, Theodore said, "Hey, man, I've got like two sentences left on this paper." He looked back down at after thirty more seconds, he slammed the computer shut, leaned on it, and muttered, "…safe!"
As Phil sat down, he asked, "Hey, I didn't realize people still used laptops."
"They don't," Theodore replied as he sat back up. "Most people don't even know what they are."
"Yeah, no kidding," Phil laughed.
"Still, I kind of like to do things the old-fashioned way," Theodore said. "I guess it's the Grandma Keely in me."
"I'd say so," Phil nodded, glancing over at the hologram Christmas tree the coffee shop had in one of its corners. "We had a real tree one year and I tried to decorate with the Wizard, but she insisted on hanging the ornaments up by hand. Sad no one even uses the Wizard any more for that sort of thing."
"I know, right?" Theodore said. "The other day I bought a real tree for my apartment and was trying to convince my girlfriend to decorate it with me and she said, 'Sorry, I have to go and print my thousand page essay.' Can you believe that?"
Phil grinned. Printers and paper had lost their use nearly seventy years before. World Wide technology, like uploading papers onto a class Giggle Page, was finally adopted by everyone. Then again, things like flyers had yet to disappear, like the one still floating around advertising the water slide time machine salesman guy.
"So, then," Phil murmured. "It sounds to me like you know a lot about me and Keely in high school, but I hardly know anything about Keely after she got out of college. Most of those journals are filled with her college days. I'm already to the last couple and after flipping through what I haven't read, it seems she got tired of writing or something."
"Well, let see, she got a job at the Pickford news station right out of college. She stayed there for a couple years, and then she got promoted to a slightly larger station a few towns away. She just proceeded to climb the ladder and made it to New York City when she turned twenty-eight."
Phil suddenly thought of the news story Keely had done on some cat lady he'd showed her on the Giggle once. More importantly, he recalled Keely's voice ringing perfectly in his ears, "In the future, I'm wearing a wedding ring." And he recalled his own notions of thinking he'd be the one to give it to her.
How silly was I? He thought as Theodore finished his last statement.
"Anyways, long story short, she spent the next sixty years as a newsperson and then eventually retired back in Pickford," Theodore explained.
Phil glanced gloomily out the window then and sighed, "Sounds like she had the perfect life then."
Theodore voice suddenly got lower and he replied, "Oh, I don't know about that…"
Phil looked up at his curiously just Theodore's phone beeped. He waited patiently for him to check it, when suddenly Theodore white as sheep and said, "Sorry, man, I have to get to class."
As he scampered of the café Phil yelled, "Hey, I thought you said you had the morning off!" Phil watched him as he ran to the other side of the street, where an old man standing at the bus stop seemed to waiting for him. He could have sworn the man shot him a dirty look before he slapped the back of Theodore's head.
Phil stood and murmured, "What was that?"