Later that evening, just as Meg was dosing off in Casey's arms, the phone rang.
"Should I get that?" Casey asked.
Nervously, Meg replied. "No no, let me..." And she got up. "Hello?"
"Meg." The distinctive British accent played through the reciever. "You didn't show up."
"Uhh..." Meg fiddled for a second. "Just a second," and she hurried into the kitchen, giving Casey a reassuring nod. "I know, but I just don't think... I mean, it's been so long, and there's so many misunderstandings and—" Ben cut her off.
"Don't. If you didn't want to come, why did you say yes?"
"Because, well, I did want to come. At first. But then I realised that this is not going to work. It's not. I'm sorry." She hung up before her voice cracked. She got her stance together, and went back into the livingroom.
"Who was it?" Casey asked.
Meg cracked a smile. "Sara. Sunset Sisters business."
The story went as following: Meg had left Ben when her emotions boiled over and she felt too sick and tired to deal with Maria. It seemed that Ben had lost all interest in saving what she had thought to be true love, and she wasn't going to take that. So after a tearyeyed conversation with him, she had packed up and left for Surf-Central. There she found comfort in Casey, who was having lovetroubles as well. His relationship with Meg's sister Sara was thinning out. Aguements were executed more often. He knew they would have to break it off sooner or later, and with Meg's arrival, it prooved to be sooner. Sara and him agreed to just be friends and she took it amazingly well when Meg took over her place a few months later.