I already have over two hundred hits! That may not be much to some people, but it is to me. I freaking love you guys! It took me so long to make up this story. You guys are just awesome! Here's the next chapter. This one has a little bit of romance in it, more then the other chapters. Enjoy!

My body was cold. It was so cold, I couldn't even feel any of it. The only thing that I could feel was my hand. It was warm, well warmer then the rest of my body. Why was it so warm? I could see a light in the corner of my eye. Was I dead? No, I don't think so. I opened my eyes and a face came into focus. It was…Ryan. Where was I? I looked around and saw I was attached to some machines. I was in the hospital.

"Martha!" Ryan said, hugging me.

"She's awake!" Taylor yelled.

I looked to my other side. Taylor, Gabriella, Troy, Chad, Zeke, Kelsi, Jason, and yes, even Sharpay, were standing on the other side of the bed. What happened to me? I remember being knocked out and Ryan yelling my name. The doctor entered the room and nodded to the people on the left side of my bed. They exited the room. The doctor wanted Ryan out too, but I shook my head.

"No, let him stay."

"Martha, you need your rest. Are you sure?"

"I'm one hundred percent sure," I said, looking from the doctor, to Ryan.

He was still holding my hand. That must have been the warmth. His body heat kept my right hand warm throughout the whole thing. I couldn't be more thankful to have him here. Wait…why was he here?

"Ryan, what are you doing here?"

"You were in a coma, Martha. You were out for a week. You really messed up your head when you tripped. It was bizarre. That bench did all this."

I was speechless. Did I really miss a week of my life? Where were my parents? Where was my little brother? I was so confused and scared. Ryan still had my hand. He just wouldn't let go. He was like a cat with catnip.

"Martha, I wanted to tell you something in the mall. I like you, I like you a lot.

"I know, Ryan. I know."

I adjusted my bed, so I was sitting up. Ryan pulled me into a hug. His body smelt like cologne and mints. God, I could hug this boy forever. He did like me and I knew he did. I want to be with him, but I want to take things slow. We have our whole lives ahead of us.

"Ryan, thank you for staying with me," I said, letting go of his body.

"No problem, Martha."

Ryan kissed my forehead and left the room. I was never going to wash my forehead again. Who would? He Ryan Evans, the Drama King of East High. He's mine, and I love him. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleeping, having dreams about Ryan. This is a dream come true.

A few weeks later...

I was out of the hospital, but confined to my room. People stopped by everyday, just to say hello. Taylor brought my homework and Ryan brought me gifts and amazing kisses. Some people, like Kelsi, Zeke, and Jason just came by to cheer me up. Zeke brought some cake. Jason gave me an autographed basketball, which was kind of weird. Kelsi wrote me a beautiful song. The only person I hadn't seen yet was…Gabriella. I feel so bad about doing this to her. She's like one of my sisters. How did I do that to her? Right now, I was in my room, reading my book. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said, still reading.

"Hello Martha," Gabriella said, entering my room.

I was surprised to see her. My face was in a normal expression, but my mind was going wild. I gave her a half smile and closed my book.

"Gabriella…"

"Martha, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that to you. Well, now that's in the past, I'm still with Troy and now, you're with Ryan."

"It's okay Gabriella. I shouldn't have done that to you. Alcohol does weird things."

Gabriella sat on the bed and hugged me. We hugged for a few seconds and let go of each other. She was sorry. I could tell. Maybe, she wasn't the bitch I thought she was.

"Well, I'm going to get out of here," she said. "Big date with Troy! I think tonight's the night, if you know what I mean."

"Just be safe and don't get pregnant," I said, trying to joke with her.

Gabriella grinned and left the room. As she left, another person entered. It was Ryan Evans, looking better then ever. He quickly sat down on the bed and hugged me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, very quickly.

"I'm feeling great. I could run a marathon!"

"I know you could," he said, laughing. "Well, are you good enough to go to a movie?"

Ryan took my hands and smiled at me. I really want to go, but I don't know if it was the right time. I thought about for a second and smiled.

"Of course I'll go with you," I answered.

Later that night…

We ended up going to the movie. It was great! We saw Hairspray, the best movie on the earth. At the end of the movie, I started to feel extremely glad I went out. After the movie, we went out for some ice cream. I got a hot fudge sundae and he got some kind of mint sundae thing. When the evening was over, he walked me to the door.

"I had a great night," Ryan said, in a very shy voice.

"It was amazing, Ryan. I really like being with you. You're so awesome. Not like any other boys."

"That's because I'm not other boys," he said, very quietly.

Then it happened. Ryan leaned in, and gently pressed his lips against mine. The moment lasted forever. I wrapped my arms around his neck. This kiss was so amazing. Much better then all the others. It was perfect. He pulled away and smiled at me.

"Would you like to come upstairs, my parents are gone for the weekend. The only person home is my older brother, but he is a dead sleeper."

"I'd love to come up," he answered, in his shy voice.

So, I brought him up to my bedroom. I didn't expect anything to happen. I wasn't ready for sex or anything like that, but I was alright with kissing. That's exactly what we did. I led him to my bed. We sat down and he kissed me again, but more passionately. He parted my lips with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my tongue rhythmically with his. Then my head started to hurt. I stopped kissing him and grabbed my head.

"Argh! My head hurts, like really bad!"

"Martha, are you okay?" he asked, holding my shoulders.

"Yeah, I think I just need to go to bed. I know this sounds weird, but you're welcomed to stay," I said, suggesting for him to sleepover.

He nodded and smiled. I sent him out of the room, just so I could slip into a white T-shirt and pink pajama pants. He came back in and slipped out of his clothes, just so he was in his boxer briefs. My eyes scanned over his body in disbelief. I didn't want to look and seem like a gross pervert. I got into bed and so did he. Ryan wrapped his arms around me and we both drifted to sleep. This was the perfect night.

I hate writing mushy scenes, but that's alright. Ryan and Martha are adorable. Really does remind you of Tracy and Link. The next scene is going to be very comical, with very funny jokes and corny jokes from Jason. Anyways, thanks for reading! Reviews are welcomed.