Megan was sitting on the side of my bed, talking to me. "Marc, do you know how many days of school you've missed?"

"I'm not quite sure; by the way, what day is it today?"

"Wednesday."

"Shoot! That means I've been away for a week!" Megan went quiet, after an awkward silence she spoke.

"You know… Tasha asked about you." I tried to get up, but the pain was still too much. I winced, lay down and got into a comfortable position.

"She did?"

"Yeah, she told me, 'hey Megan, where's your brother, Marc?'"

"Well… Truth here Megan, she was going to confess feelings for me. But then I started to feel sick again. It was right after that I went to the hospital."

Megan's eyes widened, "That's why you came to school that day? To see Tasha! Marc! You know your health is more important!"

"I know, I made a mistake, I'll never do it again."

"So, have you talked to her since?"

"No."

"Maybe she'll come by soon. Maybe say something special to you." Her lips twitched.

"Megan…" I said cautiously, "what're you going to do!"

"Nothing." She said, smiling trying to suppress giggles. She got off my bed and walked out of the room.

"Megan!" I yelled, but she was gone. And I couldn't get up. I turned onto my back and stared up at Tony's bed. What was Megan going to do? Before I realized it my eyelids closed and I fell asleep. I woke up, hours later by the sound of someone's voice.

"Marc?" It was a girl's voice, but it wasn't Megan or Mom's. I rubbed my eyes.

"Mmmm…"

"Oh good, you're awake."

I looked at the source of the voice, "T-Tasha!" And Tasha it was. She was wearing a purple T-shirt with a floral design and jeans. Her hair clipped up with chop-sticks put in. (You know… The cool hairstyle where you clip your hair and insert chopsticks? 8D)

"Hi Marc." She said smiling, "How are you?"

"I'm fine…" I replied, "no offense or anything but, why'd you come here?"

"Megan told me… That you wanted to talk to me." Darn you Megan!

"Well…" I said, "We never got to finish our talk in the library."

Tasha's eyes shone and she got up, (She was sitting on the chair at Marc's desk) and sat beside me on my bed. She carefully took hold of my hand. "I don't think we did."

"I was going to tell you that, I've always thought… That you were beautiful."

"And I was going to tell you…" She said softly, "I have had a crush on you since 4th grade."

My eyes widened, "S-seriously?"

"Yeah, I just never told you because… Well, Marc, I'm popular and you… Aren't." She looked straight into my eyes, "but I'm not afraid of rejection from people anymore. Marc Clark, will you… Go out with me?"

My eyes widened further, "Sure! But first, well… I have to rest. The doctor said bed-rest until Saturday." Tasha smiled and got up.

"Saturday it is then." She kissed me on the cheek, "see you then." With that she walked out of the room closing the door behind her.