When I woke up, I was in my bedroom, under the covers, with my shoes off. Someone carried me upstairs. I looked over at my alarm clock. They even set the time for me.

9:13 9:13 my clock kept saying over and over again. I slept for nearly 8 hours. I looked on my night stand and saw a note. I picked it up and read it.

'Dear Sandy,

I am sorry if you feel like I intruded by putting you in your room. I just thought that you would be more comfortable in your bed. Also, I didn't want you to be confused as to what time it was in the morning so I set your alarm clock. I hope you slept well.

Love,

Maxwell'

"You too sweet, Maxwell…" I whispered under my breath. I got up and put on some pajama bottoms and brushed through my hair, just in case he was still up. When I thought I look presentable enough to be in his presents, I went downstairs. Sure enough, there he was there in the living room watching TV.

"Hey. Thanks for the note and everything, you are so handy to have around." I told him, smiling.

"Yeah, no problem. So how are you? Did you sleep ok?"

"Yep. Hey, do you know where Stan and my mom are? Normally one of them is carrying on."

"They're at the hospital."

"What!" I asked running over to him and sat next to him. "What happened? Are they alright? Is anyone hurt?"

"Pashmina is sick with something. I don't know what. Stan said he would call me after they saw her."

"How did they find out?"

"Bijou called us after she called the ambulance. She was calling for you, but Stan answered and she told him to come straight to the hospital. They left me here so someone would be here if you woke up."

"Oh man, what a day for me to decide to fall asleep, huh?" My eyes started tearing up. "I feel so bad. I should have been there."

He just pulled me into a hug. "It's alright, Sandy. At least you're worried, but it's not your fault. None of it is. It's ok to cry. I'm here for you." I just let a few tears that were dying to escape fall.

"Thanks, Maxwell."

"You're welcome, Sandy. It's no problem, really." He smiled at me. Then the phone started ringing. I raced to answer it.

"Hello, Stan?"

"Hey…" He sounded so depressed

"Thank God, it's you! Is she ok? What happened!"

"She had a diabetes attack. They said she should be alright in a few days. They have to get her blood sugar on track again."

"Oh, I hope she gets better soon. Did she know she had diabetes?"

"No. No one did."

"You don't sound good. Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I was just really scared that I lost her. I was thinking about what you said, about me taking her for granted, and you were right. I felt so bad on the way over here. I was out flirting all day, her not knowing where I was or what I was doing, and she was about to have to go to the emergency room. I just feel like a horrible boy friend…"

"Oh, Stanly, you're not a bad boy friend, well, I mean you were this morning, I can't lie about that, but now you are the perfect boy friend. At least now you appreciate her and know that you love her. At least you care enough to feel bad, Stan. There aren't many of those guys left."

"Thanks, sis. I actually feel a little better. I am going to stay over night so I guess I'll see you some time tomorrow. Ok?"

"Ok, Stan. Take care of Pashmina, you hear?" I smiled, even though I knew he couldn't see. But it seems he knew without even seeing me. Must be some twin thing.

"Yeah, you know I will."

"And absolutely no flirting with the nurses! Got it?"

"Yes, Sandy. I promise I won't do anything stupid tonight, ok?"

"Too bad that won't last forever… anyways, I better let you go. I love you, Stanly." I told my brother

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Bye, sis."

"Bye." I hung up the phone. My brother is actually maturing.

"So?" Maxwell asked when I got into the room, "What's up?"

"Pashmina had a diabetes attack and they said she should be alright in a few days. Stan was so concerned too. My brother is growing up, can you believe it?"

"No, but I'll take your word for it. What do you mean by growing up?"

"He finally realized how much Pashmina means to him. He was totally freaked and felt bad about flirting with other girls. He was so down on himself. He even called himself a bad boy friend, which, like I told him, he was this morning, but now he's not. Do you agree?"

"Yeah, I do. You're really smart, Sandy, you know that?"

"Well, I study all the time, apparently so do you. I mean, didn't you get the highest GPS last year?"

"I got second. First place was Mathew Heagon. Though, he didn't have much of a social life…"

I laughed. "So what do you want to do? Wanna watch a movie? I prefer the scary ones myself."

"I don't care. What ever you want to do."

"Ok!" I jumped up and ran to the TV. "Umm, do you want to watch The Ring or Scream or Halloween OR Jeepers Creepers?"

"Depends. Which Ring?" He asked

"The first one."

"That one then."

"OK! I wanted to watch that one too! I'll go make some popcorn." I ran to the kitchen while the DVD went to the main page.

"Hey, Maxy!" I yelled from the kitchen

"Yeah?" He answered from behind me

"Ahh!" I jumped and spun around. He was laughing hysterically.

"I'm--sorry--that was just--so funny!" He exclaimed between laughs. I just gave him the 'Shut the hell up' look and went to put the popcorn in the microwave.

"Well, when you are done laughing like an idiot, could you please pick out something to drink." He eventually got up.

"Yeah, sorry, what would you like?"

"Water bottles are in the door."

"Eww, water with popcorn? Why?" He asked

"I'm already cheating, but if I have water; it eases my conscience a little bit."

"You're cheating?"

"Yep, oh you remember the whole ordeal at the mall that you found hilarious? I am still on that diet. She expects me to do that as long as she does and shewon't until I stop. So I am doing this so she is happy." I sighed but then smiled at the microwave as the buttery popcorn smell filled the air.

"My god, so what size are you now? You're so tiny."

"Hey! I am not that small! I am only a few inches shorter than you."

"Seven inches actually."

I gave him the look again, "Anyways, if you must know, I am a 1."

"What does that mean?"

"That means," I sighed, "that I am one size above the minimum pant size, unless I want to wear little kid clothes. After that, I will just disappear."

"My God, how many pant sizes has Pashmina lost?"

"About 2."

"But you lost, what, 4? That's twice as much as her!"

"Well, I have all of those sports that I play as well, so obviously that helps too."

"What's your secret, if you don't mind me asking."

"Eating mostly greens, no whites if at all possible, and drinking mostly water and stay away from milk and meat."

"Why?"

"Well, the enzymes in the green food help beak down the food that is still stored in your digestive system and you know how they always give you the salad first?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you're supposed to eat it last, but no one follows that anymore. Now, the whites are just bad for you anyways, they are full of bleach. The milk and meat are full of hormones so that only makes people bigger. That's why humans are bigger now thanwe were 30 years ago. The hormones grow the cows and stuff faster so that the farmers can make more profit. They also kill them wrong. I know this is probably the wrong time to say this, but you're supposed to cut their necks and spill the blood. Instead, they shoot them. The first in line is fine, be the rest are then scared. Now when they are scared, adrenaline gets pumped into the blood stream, making the meat and milk, etc, bad. And water, that just flushes your system really good."

Maxwell stood there, looking at me and smiling. "How do you know this stuff? It sounds really interesting."

"Oh, I have the book if you want to read about it. The lady who wrote it, her name is Valerie Saxion. She is a nutritionist. The book is called How to Feel Great all the Time. She is a brilliant woman. Really." Sandy explained, "I'll get it after the movie." (PS: All of the facts I just put up there are TRUE and this book really does exist)

We got the popcorn and our drinks and started watching the movie.

'Act like you're scared and then cuddle up next to him!' Bijou and Pashmina's voices kept telling me. Finally, I gave in when a scary part came and hid my face is his shoulder/chest area. He just put his arm around me and continued to watch the movie. We stayed like this for the rest of the movie. When it was over, Iraised my headto look at him but he was asleep. I decided to stay in that position and listen to his gentle breathing and the beating of his heart. Eventually, I got up myself to put the stuff away. After I was done cleaning, I looked at the clock. No wonder he fell asleep, he had been up for nearly 20 hours. It was 2 in the morning. I hated waking him up so I turned off the TV and climbed onto the couch next to him, got in the same position that I was in 10 minutes ago, and fell asleep, once again, feeling safe.