There's not a lot of reviews anymore. :( And there seems to be something wrong with my fanfiction. I can't see almost anything. So,I just felt like updating. I would like to dedicate this chapter to the following reviewers:
Phantomman, Emanuelle Grey, Twinkle22, kat097, lady kathrin, Killer Veggies and el loopy.
Thank you for all your helpful reviews! On with chapter fifteen:

The Surprise
The sun's rays woke Christine at seven the next morning. She turned over trying to escape from the sun. She had gotten to her house late at three in the morning. Four hours of sleep in one night wasn't enough. She sighed, trying to get back to sleep, knowing that it was useless, she could never get back to sleep once she was awake.

She stretched and got out of bed, heading for the shower. She washed her hair and got out quickly, knowing that the hot water didn't last long. She dressed in her uniform and placed her hair in a bun. After eating breakfast she was out the door and at the bus stop in less than twenty minutes. She knew what bus to take, she used to take it before she got the car.

She cursed the Jetta a million times for breaking down again. She wondered where it was. She had to ask Erik about that.

She smiled warmly, thinking about Erik.

She had enjoyed spending time with him. They had so much fun together. She especially enjoyed the time they spent at the beach. After they danced on the pier, he had taken her to a place where she got ice-cream.

It was good to know a place that was open twenty-four hours a day for that midnight ice-cream fix.

She got mint chocolate chip while he got rocky road.

They talked for hours until two arrived.

She didn't want to go, but he insisted that she needed her rest. He needed to go to Maine in the evening and needed to be up early in the morning to do some things before he left.

He took her home and didn't pull out of the parking lot until she closed the door. She watched him leave through the window in her kitchen, next to the front door.

She went to bed at three thirty, thinking about the night.

Work went as dull as ever and Christine had never been happier when her shift was over.

Nothing exciting happened until she made it home.

She hardly recognized the blond sitting next to her door, she was sitting on a suitcase next to yet another suitcase, reading a magazine on her lap. She liked her hair. It had pink highlights as colorful as the boots she was wearing.

Something about her made Christine think of the very successful and rich women from last night. Her long manicured nails fluttered over the pages as she flipped them.

She blew her black bangs out of her hair and looked up as if frustrated. That was when her green eyes locked on Christine.

Christine stood breathless.

"Christine!" She got up and ran to her friend, capturing her in a powerful hug. "Oh, my Go- You look so pretty!"

Christine hugged her best friend with almost no force, she was so stunned to see her.

"Meg?"

Meg let her go and looked her over. "Christine! You're glowing!"

"Considering I had a boring day at work-"

Meg hugged her again. "It doesn't matter. I've missed you so much!"

Christine laughed. "Me too!" When Meg let her go, she took out the keys to the apartment. "Come on, come in!"

The apartment was humid and warm from the day, resulting in Christine opening the sliding glass doors to let in a breeze. Meg brought in her suitcases and shut the door.

"Daaé," Meg said laughing. "This place is so small!"

Christine shrugged. "It's all I can afford."

Meg smiled as she sat on her couch. "It doesn't matter, it's cozy."

Christine walked to her small refrigerator. "Something to drink?"

"Diet anything."

Christine reached in for diet coke and handed it to Meg who was on the other side of the small bar.

Meg thanked her and opened it. Taking a sip, she said, "How's everything?"

Christine laughed. "No way. I start. How did you get here?"

Meg smiled. "Well, your birthday is on Tuesday and I wanted to give you an early birthday present-"

"Another one?"

Meg smiled, continuing, "So here I am. Raoul told me that you come home on Saturday's at six so I took a plane that arrived here an hour ago and here I am."

"You walked?"

Meg rolled her eyes. "I rented a car and drove. Philippe and Raoul planned it all." She put her arms out to emphasize her words. "Happy Birthday!"

Christine couldn't stop smiling. "Raoul helped you?"

Meg nodded. "Speaking of which, I want to see him later. So, we'll just swing by the office and say hi and the three of us will go out to dinner."

Christine bit her bottom lip. "You don't know, do you?"

Meg's eyebrows crunched up. "Know what?"

Christine sighed and walked around the bar and sat on the butterfly chair. Meg took the chair opposite her, with the diet coke in her hand.

"Raoul and I broke up."

Meg started chocking on her coke. Maybe I should have waited until she was done drinking the coke to tell her.

Meg wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Wait, you and Raoul broke up?"

Christine nodded.

"You and Raoul?"

Christine nodded again.

"Raoul and you?"

Christine nodded once again.

"Broke up? As in no longer together."

Christine shrugged her shoulders.

Meg looked at her in shock. "What happened, Christine?"

Christine closed her eyes. "A whole bunch of shit, if you ask me."

"But Christine, you two were so in love. You two were inseparable; you couldn't keep your eyes off each other."

Christine shrugged. "People change, grow apart."

"But Christine, what did you do?"

Christine stood outraged. "What did I do? It's what he did! He never paid attention to me. He never cared for my auditions, he didn't care if I got in a play or not! You know how important that is to me. He ignored me, never called me, didn't kiss me unless there was an occasion." Christine took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "There was no fire anymore."

"So you broke up with him?"

Christine shook her head and sat down again. "He broke up with me."

Meg looked at her confused.

"He said he wanted my happiness, so he broke up with me. He said that he knew I wasn't happy with him. So he just-" Shrugging, she let Meg know what she meant.

Meg looked at her with an expression, Christine really couldn't place. "Are you happy?"

Christine sighed and scratched her head. She thought for a while, then finally answered. "In a way, I guess I am."

Meg just looked at her, not judging.

"But Meg, I've met someone."

She could only imagine how this information was going down with Meg. She had watched them grow as a couple for a year before they left. They were so in love the first two years, but now…She didn't know of their problems.

"You've met someone? How long did you wait after you two broke up?"

Christine sighed. "You don't understand. He's a friend."

"A friend with privileges?"

"No. Just a friend."

"A good friend?"

"Damn it, Meg," Christine said sighing. "He's just a friend."

"But he'll make you forget Raoul, right?" Meg asked curious. "Take his place."

"Meg, you don't know him. You haven't spent time with him." Christine sighed, remembering the night before. "We have so much in common. He loves everything I love and the way he just looks at me." Christine remembered the way he had looked at her at the pier. "Like I'm the most precious thing in the world. The way he stops everything he's doing when I start speaking, like my word is law. He just listens doesn't judge. Raoul was never like that."

"And he is?"

Christine looked at the woman before her. "Yes."

"Does he love you?"

Christine looked at the floor. Did he? He had never mentioned that he still did. Not once. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he was just with her as a friend, like he thought she thought he wanted to be. But that was ridiculous, why did he do so much for her?

Because I saved his life. The thought stayed in her mind. Maybe he felt as if he owed her.

Meg saw all the conflicts on her face. "Here's an easy one, Christine. Do you love him?"

Christine blinked. "I don't know."

"Do you know him from before?"

Christine looked at her friend sadly. Did she dare tell her? How would she react when she found out that he was the Phantom? The one that plagued their existence their junior year. The one that killed her friend James, and torched the auditorium. How would she respond?

Meg stood. "You know what? It doesn't matter. It's your life, Christine. You know what you're doing. You knew the problems you were having Raoul, not me. I'm not here to judge. I'm here to celebrate your birthday." She placed her hands on her hips with a large smile. "I came to LA to party, where do we begin?"

Yay! Meg's back if only for a little while! But she's there to help Christine and everything. The next chpater will be updated soon: LA's Nightlife!