Summary: How much would be different if there was one phone call? Or the principal made one different decision? What would've happened if Manny and Peter had met another time? This will be a Panny (Peter&Manny) From Manny and Peter's point of view, alternating.

Title: How much for happy? (Broken)

Rating: T. Only for some language and sexual references in later chapters.

Okay this coming up is just the introduction chapter. Whenever they are thinking something it's in italics. And just so you know this like the first episode, so it happens just before "Venus" two days before school starts. 9I don't know if that's actually when 'Venus' took place but that is when it is now. And now it begins…….

Manny's POV

Oh my god. My head. I feel like it just got ran over by a bulldozer.

I walked over to my vanity mirror and my eyes are blood-red, my face looks a little yellow and sick, and I can barely keep my eyes open long enough to see my hair is a mess. I put on my robe and my slippers and head out my room down the stairs.

As soon as I step out of my doorway I smell the familiar scent of French toast, and it makes me even sicker. How is it that one of my favorite meals is making me want to puke?

As soon as I enter the kitchen my mother greets me as she puts some plates of food on the table.

"Good morning, Manuella." She says with a smile.

It's one of those smiles that makes you want to say, "Why the hell are you so perky this early in the morning?" when you're cranky.

"Mami. I think I'm sick." I say with a whine and groan.

"Come here. Let me see." My mom said.

I walked over to her and she put her hand to my forehead. The moment her hand touched my forehead she snatched it away.

"Ay, Manuella! You're burning up. It has to be at least 101 degrees." She said. Then she walked away from me like she knew exactly what to do. She rummaged in the refrigerator and then came back to me, sitting at the table about to take a bite of the French toast in front of me.

"Don't eat that." She snapped. And hit the fork out of my hand. "Here drink this." She handed me a glass of orange juice.

"But, I'm hungry." I whined.

"Too bad. Take this up to your room. Drink it. And believe me I will come to see if you did, then get some sleep." She ordered, and then yelled up the stairs "Carlos. Come down breakfast is ready."

Then we both distinctly heard a purposely loud groan come through my brother's door. Then he trudged down the stairs, stomping on the stairs.

"That is so not fair. He gets to eat, and I have to drink orange juice and stay in bed." I complained.

"He is not sick." She said told me.

"Fine. Whatever. How long do I have to sleep?" I asked.

Before she could answer Carlos burst into the kitchen.

"Whoa, Manny. You look……like hell." He said laughing. "Well at least we know you haven't changed your look."

"Carlos, be nice to your sister." My mother told him with a look.

"Why should I? She isn't being nice to me." He said back. I knew he was going for something.

"Untrue. She hasn't said anything to you this morning." My mother replied.

"She didn't have to. Her face hurts." He said.

"No it doesn't." I said confused.

"But it's killing me." He said chuckling.

"Carlos, only not is that the oldest joke I've ever heard……it's also the lamest." I said with and attitude.

I picked up my OJ and started to leave when I remembered my mom hadn't answered the question.

"How long do I have to sleep?" I asked once again.

"Oh all day. Or at least until you get better, most likely just today." She replied with a soft smile.

"All day!" I shrieked. "But I had plans with Emma to go hang out at the pool today. It's the last day of summer vacation."

"No it isn't. There is still tomorrow." She said once again matter-of-factly.

"Oh please. Everyone knows that the actual last day of vacation is just a day where everyone gets ready for the new school year. It's nothing." I stated.

"I'm sorry Manuella. You'll just have to cancel your plans with Emma, because you are not leaving this house." She said.

I didn't reply I just stomped off up the stairs, angry.

Once I got into my room I picked up my phone and flopped on the bad. I quickly dialed Emma's number; it rang twice before she picked up.

"Nelson/Simpson residence, Emma speaking." She said.

"Hey Em." I said sadly.

"Hey Manny. Didn't expect for you to call so early. We're not leaving until noon." Emma said.

"Yeah about that…….I can't go." I said the last part kind of quietly.

"What? Why not?" She asked and I could sense the disappointment in her voice.

"I got a little sick. I think it's a fever. Anyways, Mommy Dearest won't let me leave the house at all today." I explained.

"That sucks. I was looking forward to our last day of summer vacation before junior year." Emma said.

"Well ya know, it's not really the last day of summer vacay. Tomorrow is." I said using my mother's reasoning.

"Come on Manny. Everyone knows that the last day-"She started but I cut her off.

"Yeah I should've known that wouldn't work, my mom just tried using that on me." I said. "So are you still gonna go?" I asked. "'Cause you should go. With someone else I mean."

"Uh, sure. I'll ask Darcy. I haven't seen her much this summer." Emma answered.

"Great so I'll see you Tuesday." Manny said. (A/N I don't know about anybody else but where I'm from school always starts on Tuesday.)

"Yeah. Bye." Emma hung up.

Many heard the dial tone and clicked her phone off as well. She heaved a great sigh. She stared at the ceiling for a while until sleep finally crept over her.