(A/N: You're lucky I'm excited. XD I may not be able to update as much. Having computer issues and I might have to start only using the school's computers...REVIEW.)

Waking up. Saying it is simple, really. Doing it seems simple, too. Unless you're dead right now, you've been doing it every single day. Or if you were in a coma, like Carlos was. Ironically, the weather outside was absolutely gorgeous. It was a sunny 72 degrees in Westbrook, Minnesota, with a light breeze. Not too hot, not too cold. It was the perfect day to go to the park or hang out outside.

Meena stared up at her ceiling, thinking about the predicament everyone was in. If he didn't wake up, Doctor Marten expected them all to make the decision of whether or not his life should be ended, forcefully. Of course, Meena didn't want him to die; but if getting struck was really going to ruin his life as badly as the doctor had said, wouldn't it be inhumane to make him go through such things? Selfish, because they wanted him around for themselves? And just plain evil on Meena's part, because it was her fault he was in this situation in the first place?

Her phone vibrated loudly from her nightstand shocking her out of her reverie. The Caller ID flashed "Kendall", along with a picture of him she'd snapped at the hospital. He was grinning at the camera, with his green eyes shining, positively radiant. Some of his blonde hair was in his eyes a bit, and his blue plaid shirt defined his muscles. He had not been wearing a beanie for once, and in the background, green grass and part of a tree was shown. The picture had been taken after one of their mad laughing sessions, when all four of the teenagers (Kendall, Logan, James, and Meena) were leaving for the day. Anya reached over to pick it up. She cleared her throat, then pressed talk, and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?" Anya could hear Logan and James in the background.

"I'm at home. Being upset."

Kendall sighed. "We're all upset, Mee Bee. But you should at least be here. We miss you, and we're worried about you. You didn't text any of us at all last night."

It was a rare occasion when Meena did not text anyone. She was the type that had many friends, and talked to them all at once, over text. She still talked to one of her best friends, Cynthia, often called Cyn, from back home. She couldn't tell her about the situation at the moment: Cyn was at camp. She made a mental note that as soon as Cyn returned, she would call her. That way, she could check up on her Maltese, Dot, too. Cyn's mother was watching Dot while Cyn was at camp.

"I know," she said. "Sorry. I just came home and was like 'eff it.'"

"So you're not going to come today?"

"No."

Kendall was quiet a moment. "Well, the boys and I wanted to hang out with you today. We were all gonna go to James's and watch movies. Take a break from the hospital."

At this, Meena was enthusiastic. "Now that sounds great."

"Great! So get ready and come over here. Then we'll all ride to James's."

"Sounds like a plan. Alright, I'll call you on the way, ok?"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

After Meena and Kendall hung up, Meena made her way to her bathroom and she turned on her hot water, running a bath. She walked up to the mirror and grabbed her brush, brushing her long, dark brown hair out. She pulled it up in a ponytail and stared in the mirror. There were large bags under her brown eyes from crying. Makeup would help, but it would still be a bit noticeable.

As she looked in the mirror, she told herself that she would be fine, everything would be fine. And tonight, she would have fun.

After James, Kendall, Meena, and Logan had finished watching The Hangover, Kendall and Logan had to go home. It had been the third movie they'd watched, and Logan was eager to come back home, now that the summer reading assignment had been revealed. Kendall had to go home to watch Katie, which he didn't enjoy at all. Last time he watched Katie, she'd snuck and played online poker, which Mrs. Knight had found out about. Kendall had managed to get in trouble. Meena didn't even know why Kendall had to watch Katie—she'd met her twice and that girl was more grown up than Meena!

Now it was just James and Meena at his house. As James was searching the DVD collection for another movie, Meena took the opportunity to ask, "Where's your parents?"

James's back was to her. He was crouched down. "Dad walked out when I was little," he said. "And mom's hardly ever around."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Meena squeaked. James shrugged.

"It's ok. Mom is the CEO of Wayne Construction. She takes real good care of me."

Meena had gathered that James's family had had decent money when she first arrived. James's house was actually a fashionable looking condo. It looked like something straight out of In Style magazine. The floors were hardwood, and the walls were white. The ceiling was high and the windows were slim and chic, like the condos in New York. The whole apartment was white and black, really, except for James's own room. The carpeting was dark blue and the walls were white, covered with posters of sports teams and various recording artists. It was messy, but what else would you expect? He was a teenage boy. It didn't matter, anyway. James's mom hired a maid that cleaned every Saturday.

After James had found his choice, he popped it in and sat next to Meena. "You just moved here," he said. "But you never told us why."

"My mother and father…they just passed away, a month ago. In a car accident."

He cringed. "Oh, wow. Jeez, I'm sorry."

She smiled at him. "It's okay," she said honestly. "Because of you guys, it gets easier everyday." She paused/ "What are we watching?"

"Saw IV," he said, grinning. Meena's face must've conveyed her extreme fear of scary movies, because he punched the "pause" button on the remote, and frowned. "You don't like scary movies?"

"If you want to watch it, that's okay. I suppose I can deal."

"No, no, never mind." He hit eject and the DVD popped out. He sighed and turned back to her. "I'm sorry, Mee Bee. I didn't even think that you might not like scary movies. It's just that…"

"Just what?" Meena tucked her knees under her chin.

He looked away, then looked back, smiling. "It's nothing!"

She frowned at him. "Jay," she said, "you changed the subject."

"No, really, it's nothing."

"You can talk to me, Jay."

He was silent.

"If this has anything to do with Kristen hurting you—"

"That's not it. It's just that…look, I have charm, okay? And looks. I mean, seriously, I'm so pretty!"

"Get to the point," Meena laughed.

"Anyway, my point is…is that I don't get you. You make me nervous sometimes."

"What?" At this, Meena was shocked. "Why?"

"You're sticking around and waiting for Carlos even though you don't know him. And usually when girls meet me, they're all over me the second I give them the time of day. But you…you…"

"I'm your friend, and that's it. And you don't get it."

"Exactly! It's unusual…especially for you to love Carlos…and not me…"

"You're just not my type," Meena answered honestly. "But that doesn't mean you're unlovable."

He sighed. "After Kristen, I just…"

"I know you're gonna hate to hear this, but Kristen enjoyed playing you. I mean, she stuck around for as long as she did, and when you stop talking to her, she doesn't even act like she cares. She knew what she was doing all along. Now she knows it's stopped working. I told you James, you're handsome, and, again, under that front, very sweet. Believe it, ok? I have no reason to lie to you."

James grinned at her. "Thanks, Meena."

"No problem."

They were smiling at each other for a moment. That's when James did it. She didn't expect him to do it, really. When she saw his had reaching over, she thought he was gonna flick her or pull a piece of lint out of her hair, or poke her in the ear, or something.

But instead, he cupped her cheek, leaned in, and pressed his lips onto hers.

(A/N: OH SNIZAPPPP. :o Who do YOU want Meena to be with?)