Friday

Megan

I woke up sometime around 5am well rested, but I felt like I was gonna be sick. Mike was still sound asleep, actually snoring a bit. It was real faint, but definitely a snore. It was kinda funny actually. I couldn't laugh to hard though as I had to pee bad.

I untangled myself from Mike as gently as possible trying not to disturb him, then went into the rest room did my business. Must have been all that wine last night, cause I sat there for what seemed like forever. Can the human bladder hold a couple gallons? I dunno, but it felt like mine did.

When I was finished, I came back out into his room and tried to figure out what to do. I didn't want to rouse him from sleep yet, he seemed quite comfortable but I didn't need anymore myself. So I went over to his computer to get on the net and check my e-mail. I had just sat down, when I felt that pain in my stomach... knowing I was going to puke. I ran back into the bathroom and hugged the toilet for the next five minutes.

When I was sure I was done puking, I went over to the sink to clean up an wash my mouth out. I'll have to remember to lay off the wine from now on... my body just must not like it. I finished up in there and went back out to his room and over to the computer.

At first I was a bit lost as his computer is different from mine. The look of the thing was totally alien to me, the operating system that is. I finally figured out that the web browser wasn't under that menu where the little Apple was, then noticed that familiar E icon in a bar along the bottom of the screen.

Damn, this thing was fast though. I'm used to mine, which takes forever to load programs and crashes all the time... always with those blue screens that have all that technical mumbo-jumbo on them, then you have to reboot. His homepage was set to Yahoo and it loaded in the blink of an eye. I checked my email, then went to a site that always has those funny movies and sounds for you to download. Normally it takes a few minutes for each to show up at my house, but on his the things were showing up in seconds. He must have that broadband stuff that everyone had been talking about.

I spent about an hour on the thing... checked my e-mail, went to a few forums I frequent, and even got online in some of those Yahoo chat rooms. At least that was a bit comical, as I had about 50 IM's in under a minute from guys wanting to cyber, see my tits, or something of that nature.

I was in the middle of chatting with some girl from Japan in a chat room, when the phone rang. That was really weird, who the hell would call at this time of the morning? Now the problem was I couldn't figure out where it was. I could hear it, but I couldn't see it.

I found the cradle on the desk, but the headset was god knows where. After tripping over everything I possibly could, the damn thing quit ringing. I had just managed to make it back to the desk when it started to ring again. So, I went off in search of it again. This time I figured it out, it was on the floor between his bed and the night stand. The caller id said Fitzwater.

"Hello?" I said.

"Megan, it's Lisa." She said, really upset.

"Hi... something wrong?" I asked.

"Yea, is Mike awake?" She asked.

"No, he's still sleeping." I replied.

"Well, can you wake him... it's really important, and I need a favor." She said.

"Yea, sure." I replied.

I leaned over the bed and shook Mike a few times. Finally, he started to come around.

"Honey, Lisa's on the phone... she needs to talk to you... something important she said and sounds really upset." I said, holding my hand over the receiver.

"What?" He replied, still out of it.

"Wake up, you gotta take this call. It's Lisa." I repeated.

He finally sat up, rubbed his eyes, then grabbed the phone.

"Yea... What's up?" He said.

"What? When? Do they know what's wrong with him?" He said.

"Ok, let me get a quick shower and find some clothes... come on over... ok, bye." He said, then hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Something about Kevin having emergency surgery, I'm not quite sure yet. Evidentially they admitted him last night and just took him to surgery 2 hours ago, he's still in there. His mom found Lisa's number and called her." He said.

"That's not good." I replied.

"No, it isn't. I'm going to run her over to the hospital and find out what's going on." He replied. "Do you want to come, or stay here?"

"I'll go," I replied.

"Ok, well lets grab a quick shower and find some clothes." He replied.

We the shower and then got dressed. We meet up with Lisa outside and piled into the car and headed towards the hospital. At one point I felt sick again, but it passed.

Mike

We made our way over to the hospital, and managed to find out where to go once we got inside. When we got to the waiting room we found Kevin's family and some other friends of his from school sitting around.

Lisa went over and talked with his mother, while I sat with Megan. She wasn't feeling well, her stomach was all in knots or something. After a few minutes Lisa came back over and filled us in on what was going on.

Evidentially he had gone to his doctors yesterday for a checkup, he had been having headaches really bad all week or something. This was the 2nd time he had been seen for the same symptoms this week, the 3rd in 10 days and they were getting worse. His doctor sent him over to the hospital for a cat scan, and they found a pocket of blood between the his brain and the dura that covers it.

So after getting more tests they decided to admit him into the ICU. Sometime around 1am he went into a seizure, and once they stabilized him they retook the cat scan and found out the hematoma was getting bigger. So they called in their neuro surgeon who decided he had to do an emergency procedure ASAP.

They took him in a little after two, and he's been in surgery since. That would mean just under 3 hours, as it was about quarter till 5 then. They didn't know much more than that, nor did they know when the procedure would be finished.

There wasn't anything we could do but sit and wait. We just sat there in silence, Megan holding my hand and resting her head on my shoulder. Lisa decided to read a magazine at one point, I believe it was a Time or something like that.

Around 7:30 Megan ran off to the bathroom, something about her stomach bothering her. While she was there, I ran down to the cafeteria and got us some coffee and donuts, hoping that might settle her stomach. As luck would have it, they had Cappuccino which was a pleasant surprise. I can;t stand regular coffee after all. I knew I was hungry and I'm sure she wasn't used to drinking, so it seemed like a good idea. I also got some OJ in case the Cappuccino didn't sound right to her.

She was sitting next to Lisa when I got back.

"You alright?" I asked.

"I don't know, that's the second time I've puked today." She replied.

"Is it your nerves, or just from drinking last night?" I asked.

"Maybe it's both, but the first time was before Lisa called." Megan replied.

"You didn't eat anything after that did you?" I asked.

"No," She replied.

"Well, ok it was probably just nerves that caused this last one then. Here, eat something." I said.

"I'll try." She said, taking a donut and the OJ.

"Lisa, grab a donut and a drink." I said, having a marbled one myself.

"Cappuccino?" Lisa asked.

"Yup, French Vanilla." I replied.

"Shit," I said looking at the clock. "It's 5 till 8 already, no new news while I was gone was there?"

"No, nothing yet." Lisa said.

"Megan, where's your cell?" I asked.

"In my purse." She replied.

"I'm going to run outside and call school, let them know where we are." I said.

"Ok." Megan said, Lisa agreeing.

I ran outside and called the school. One of the assistants answered, then put me through to Ms. Voulet.

"Hello, this is Ms. Voulet." she said.

"Ms. Voulet, Michael Donahue ma'ma." I said.

"Mr. Donahue, I hope you're not trying to get out of a beautiful day of school." She replied.

"No ma'am, I calling to tell you that myself, Megan Marbary, Lisa Fitzwater, Jack Wilson, Kelly Martin, and Jim Tanner will be late ma'am." I said.

"Why is that, and why is half the academic team with you?" Ms Voulet asked.

"We're at the hospital ma'am, Kevin Smith was rushed into emergency surgery around 2 this morning and they're still operating as of now." I said.

"Oh my, that is not good. Do you know what's wrong?" She asked.

"No ma'am, not exactly. Something about a hematoma on his brain. Other than that, I don't know much more." I replied.

"Please tell his family that our prayers are with them for me, and do let me know if anything develops." She said.

"I will ma'am. Myself, Megan, and Lisa will be here until he gets out of surgery at least." I replied. "I'm not sure about the others, I haven't really talked to them."

"Well, tell everyone to take all the time they need. Just let me know what's going on." Ms. Voulet said.

"I will ma'am." I replied.

I hung up and went back up to the waiting room. I guess the others had decided to leave, because they were all gathered around Ms. Smith saying their goodbyes.

I went over and told them that I had called Ms. Voulet already, and that she was aware of the situation and said they could take all the time they needed. I also passed her comments on to Ms. Smith, who was appreciative.

Then I went back over to sit with Megan and Lisa. Around 9 there was still no news, but Kevin's father did get there. He was out of town on business and had to rent a car and drive back overnight. The poor guy looked ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Finally a doctor and the surgeon came out to let everyone know the situation around 10:20. They said that Kevin was stable and recovering in the SICU. His condition was worse than originally thought, and that made the procedure even more complicated causing it to last until just after 9:45. They had relieved the pressure on his brain and drained the blood, and also found a burst blood vessel which was repaired. They wound up giving him 3 transfusions of whole blood, and thought he would probably need another later on today. The prognosis was good though, and everyone was relieved to hear that.

We stayed until around 11, but there wasn't any reason to stay longer. Only immediate family would be allowed to see him, and that was only after they moved him down to the ICU which most likely wouldn't be until later this evening or early tomorrow according to the doctor. Ms. Smith thanked everyone for coming, she was relieved at the news and also very happy that everyone had been there.

I called Ms. Voulet and let her know of the changes, and that we'd be coming in for the remainder of the day after running home so we could get cleaned up. She was happy to hear from me, probably for the first time since she meet me.

Megan

"We already had a shower," I said.

"So did I." Lisa said.

"I know that, but Ms. Voulet doesn't." Mike replied.

"Mind telling me what we're doing then?" I asked.

"Running down to the court house to file those papers." He replied.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot about them." I replied.

"How much do you love me?" Mike asked.

"It's immeasurable, that's for sure." I replied.

We stopped at a store to get a copy of the paper to make sure the ad had made it in, which it did. We then continued on to the courthouse to file the paperwork that Lisa's dad had prepared. Everything went smoothly and they gave me my copies of the records, then sent me up to the DMV to get a new license made which had some funny seal on it. Evidentially it shows that I am my own person or something, I dunno.

We ran through a Wendy's drive-thru for a quick snack, then went on to school arriving around noon. Everyone stripped in the parking lot leaving the clothes in the car. Our timing must have been perfect, since the others who had been there at the hospital had arrived maybe 10 minutes before. We saw them leaving the office as we were going in. Ms. Voulet already had slips ready for our teachers at the receptionist's desk, so we signed in then went on to our classes.

We had the same class, which was Ms. Calhoun's history. She asked about Kevin so we told her what we knew then took our seats. She had us read up on Russia during the early 50's for the remainder of the class.

When the bell rang, Mike walked me to my Sociology class. He kissed me goodbye, then ran on to Coach Jackson's room. About 10 minutes into class and announcement came over the intercom for me to report to the office. So I grabbed my purse and headed that way.

Mike was waiting for me in the hall, around the corner from the office.

"Hun, your mom's in there with a rather Stern looking really fat, short, and bald guy in a knock off suit." He said.

"Shit, that her lawyer Williard." I replied.

"I was dropping off Coach J's grade sheets and saw them come in, she definitely is on a mission." He replied.

"I was worried about this." I replied.

"Want me to come with you?" He asked.

"Yea, I could use some support." I replied.

We went to the office together, the administrator lady told us to have a seat. A few minutes later she told us to go on it.

"Mr. Donahue, I don't remember calling you in here." Ms. Voulet said.

"You didn't ma'am, however I am Coach J's teacher aid this period and he requested that I make sure everything was alright with Megan since she is my partner in the program." Mike replied.

"Very well then." Ms. Voulet replied.

"Very well? I do not want him in her, Ms. Voulet. Especially not like that, unclothed and all." Megan's mother said.

"Well mother, I want him here for this so he will stay." Megan replied, rather sternly.

"Young lady, you have no choice in the matter. I have already withdrawn you. Now go get your clothes, you're coming with me." Her mom said.

"I'm sorry Megan, but there's nothing I can do." Ms. Voulet said.

I was tongue tied, and luckily Mike picked up on it and spoke up for me.

"Ms. Voulet, actually there is. Megan is responsible for her own actions as of today, and her mother has no legal rights in the matter." He said.

"I'm sorry young man, but I'm afraid that is not the case. Megan is only 17, and her mother is her legal guardian. She is..." The lawyer spoke up, but Mike interrupted him.

"Forgive me, but who are you?" Mike said.

"I'm Ms. Marbary's attorney, Williard Funzga." He replied.

"Well Mr. Funzga, you happen to be mistaken." Mike said. "Megan, those papers from earlier... do you have them on you?"

"Yea, in my purse." I replied.

"Can I have them please, along with your license." Mike said.

I found the papers and got my license out, then handed them to Mike who in turn handed them to Mr. Funzga.

"As you can see, Megan has as of this morning declared herself independent of her parents and solely responsible for her own actions. The declaration was announced this morning in the paper and all records have been filed with the court house." Mike said. "If you have any questions, please feel free to contact her attorney Edgar Fitzwater."

The attorney my mom had brought looked up from the papers as soon as Mike mentioned Mr. Fitzwater's name. From the look on his face and the way he flinched, I would say he was scared all of a sudden.

"I will not tolerate this kind of nonsense..." Ms Marbary started to say, but the lawyer stopped. her.

"I'm sorry, but he's correct. Everything is in order and has been properly executed. You no longer have any control over you daughter's life ma'am." Mr. Funzga said.

"May I see the papers, Mr. Funzga?" Ms. Voulet asked.

"Yes ma'am," He replied handing them to Mike, who handed them to Ms. Voulet.

She took a few minutes to look them over, then handed them back to me.

"Megan, what would you like to do about this situation?" Ms. Voulet asked.

"I would like to return to class Ms. Voulet." I replied. "But first, I would like to speak with you in private."

"Very well," she replied. "Ms. Marbary, Mr. Funzga... thank you for stopping by."

Mike

The attorney and Megan's mom left, but her mom was bitching and screaming the whole time. I stayed of course, still holding her hand.

"Mr Donahue, would you mind stepping out?" Ms. Voulet asked.

"Actually, I'd rather him stay Ms. Voulet." Megan said.

"Very well then, what was it you needed to speak with me about?" Ms. Voulet asked.

"From now on I will be making all decisions for myself. My father can inquire on something, but under no circumstances should my mother have access to any information. I will handled all decisions myself." Megan said.

"Ok, I will make sure that happens. Is there anything else?" Ms. Voulet said.

"Yes ma'am, would you allow me to call my father please. I would rather him find out about this from me." Megan said.

"I believe I can do that. You can use my phone here while I make my rounds. I'll have Susan get you a note for your teacher, just see her before you leave." Ms. Voulet replied.

"Thank you very much." Megan replied.

"One more thing, is that what I believe it is on your hand Megan?" Ms. Voulet said.

"Yes ma'am." Megan replied.

"Well, I was hoping you two would find each other, though I didn't expect that quite so soon." Ms. Voulet replied. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," we both replied.

"Ms. Voulet's matchmaking service, has a ring to it." I said, it was too tempting not to.

"I think I will stick with education, Mr. Donahue." Ms. Voulet replied.

"Well, you do a marvelous job at it... after all you have survived me." I replied.

"Yes, please do not remind me. I think after dealing with you I shall have to take a nice long vacation this summer with my husband." She replied.

"Well, may I suggest Hawaii?" I replied.

"Mr. Donahue, while that would be nice I'm afraid not. After all they do not pay us well in the education industry. It's a job you love to do, but not for the money." Ms. Voulet replied. "If you will excuse me, I have to be going."

"Yes ma'am." I replied. "Who knows, maybe one of your students will become filthy rich and send you there."

"I could hope so, but I'm happy as long as they succeed in their lives." She replied, walking out the door.

Megan called her father and told him what had transpired, and to expect he mother to be in a rotten mood. From what I gather he took it rather well. Evidentially he had seen the notice in the paper this morning, though he was a bit unsure exactly what it meant.

We got our notes from the front desk, then I walked Megan back to her class. She was definitely in a much happier mood.

"Thank you," Megan said.

"You don't need to, I love you and I will always be there for you." I replied.

"I know, but none the less. Thank you." She said, kissing me before heading into her class.

I went back to Coach J's room. Lisa was playing on a computer, so I wound up just watching TV sipping on a coke. I have no clue where Coach was, but since his planner and bag weren't on the desk I figured he had already left for the day.

I spent the last remaining minutes of my final day in the program looking back at all that had happened. You know, I was absolutely thrilled that it was over and depressed at the same time. I had a blast this week, but I had also gained something infinitely more valuable than I ever could have imagined. Love, true and pure love. There's nothing more sacred, or valuable, in this world.

And the bell rung...

Megan

Before the bell rung my Sociology teacher, Mr. Avignale, called me to the front of the class and had me relate some of my experiences to the class. I told them just about everything that happened from Monday until now. From the first time Mike and I had sex, to my little romp with Lisa. I even told them about my declaration, and the undying love I had found.

Wouldn't you know it someone had to smart off at that comment, you know the love one. It was this girl Felicia, a real bimbo money is everything type, so I answered her "How would you know?" question by holding up my hand and letting everyone see the ring. That shut her up quick, and I headed back to my seat while everyone just stared in awe.

I can't tell you what I was feeling, I mean I can tell you but I couldn't possibly relate to you the sheer joy and relief I had. My life had finally taken a turn, and for once I knew exactly what direction it was going. The funny thing is, I was actually saddened when I thought about my time in the program being over. I came into this absolutely despising everything it stood for, scared of my own shadow so to speak. Look at me now, I feel more alive than I ever have. I know the pleasure of intimate relations and I accept me for who I am and whom I shall be. I've finally become my own person, and I'm madly... deeply... truly in love.

And just like that, my days naked in school were over when the bell rung.

Mike and Lisa meet me at the front door. Together we walked out, pausing to look back, then went on to the car. We didn't bother to dress as everyone had agreed the clothes seemed useless and it was a beautiful sunny day after all.

When we got back to Mike's place, he fired up the grill while Lisa and I jumped in the hot tub. He joined us shortly after and we sat a talked about our week.

"Is that thing alright, it's smoking a lot?" I asked.

"Yea... it's supposed to do that." Mike replied.

"Really? Ours never does unless something is burning." I replied, being a smart-ass.

"You have a gas grill I assume." Mike said.

"Yea, doesn't everyone?" I replied back. Hey, I'm a girl and this isn't an area of expertise.

"Well that one my dear uses good old fashioned wood, and that is why she's smoking so much. Hickory to be more specific." Mike replied.

"Wouldn't a gas one be easier?" I asked.

"Maybe so, but the food coming off it wouldn't taste half as good." Mike replied.

"Ok," I replied.

"Trust me darling, have I given you any reason to doubt my cooking abilities?" Mike asked.

"Ugh... no." I replied.

"Ok," Mike said. "After you take a bite out of your burger, you let me know what you think. Agreed?"

"Sounds good to me." Lisa interrupted.

"Was I asking you?" Mike replied.

"I couldn't help it, I'm starving." Lisa replied.

"All this talk about food but there's none in sight. You ever going to put those damn things on?" I asked.

"Yep, I was just gonna get them out of the fridge when you started to doubt my skills." He replied.

"A little less talk and a lot more action would be a good thing." I replied.

"Maybe I should go take a nap then." Mike replied.

"NO! I'm hungry too. So, unless you don't want any u-know-what, you'd better feed me." I replied.

"Oooo, she's threatening to cut you off, you butter hurry up." Lisa said.

"Nah, she wouldn't do it, she enjoys it too much." Mike replied.

"I do enjoy it but I'm sure I can find someone else to help me out." I replied, pointing at Lisa.

"Ok, on second thought fuck the food. Go take a nap Mike!" Lisa said.

"You both would enjoy that way too much." Mike replied.

"Aw, does poor little Mikey feel left out?" I replied.

"It ain't so little," Lisa said. "It hurts in the... ugh... nevermind."

"What? What were you going to say?" I asked Lisa.

"Ugh... nothing... forget about it." She replied.

They both had guilty faces and I wasn't going to settle for an answer like that. I wanted the whole story.

"Ok, someone spill the beans." I replied, trying to be as stern as possible without laughing.

"You didn't tell her, did you?" Lisa asked Mike.

"No, I didn't." Mike replied.

"Hurts like hell when he sticks it in you, doesn't it?" Lisa replied.

"Wait a minute, he told me I was his first and I know for a fact that your hymen is still intact as I felt it yesterday." I replied. Did I ever mention I can be really naive at times?

Mike was laughing his ass off, me of course wondering why.

"What!" I said. "What's so damn funny?"

"You were my first for regular sex honey, but what Lisa is talking about envolves... um... the back door so to speak." Mike replied.

"What?" I asked again. "You're not making sense."

"You know... the hershey highway, having it the Greek way, the back-door boogie, the chocolate cha cha... should I continue?" Mike said.

"What in the fuck are you talking a... oh shit!" I had started saying, then realized what they were talking about... no pun intended.

"Up the ass!" I screamed. "OUCH!"

"Yea, exactly what I said at first... but god it felt good." Lisa replied.

"You actually did that! It felt good?" I replied.

"Yea," Lisa said. "It was a little weird at first, but it felt wonderful once I got use to it."

"I would never." I started to say.

"Really? Oh darn, too bad. Of course you probably would have never done 1/10 of what you have recently before last week, so there's always hope." Mike said.

"No, no way in hell. Do I need to tattoo a sign that says exit only?" I replied.

"Nah," Mike replied. "Really, I was just joking. I wouldn't make you do anything against you will, I hope you know that."

Mike

I ran in the house and got some burgers, then put them on the grill. While they cooked, I went back into the kitchen to cut up a tomato and prepared the other toppings.

When I got back outside, the other two were laughing away at something still in the hot tub.

"Everyone want cheese?" I asked.

They all nodded, then returned to their whispering. I had a strange feeling it was about me of course, oh well. When everything was done cooking, I made up plates for each of us and we sat at the table to eat.

"You're right, these are great." Megan said.

"Thanks," I replied.

"They do taste different and I swear this meat seems different to me, the texture is different than I'm used to. I love it." Megan replied.

I hadn't had a chance to take a bite yet, but when she said that I felt my heart almost stop. I was hoping I didn't do what I thought I did. I took a bite out of mine and knew immediately my suspicions were right.

"Ugh Megan, what's your view on hunting?" I asked.

"Why ask that?" she replied.

"Just curious." I said.

"Well, my dad's family all do it for deer I think. They love that outdoorsy stuff." Megan replied.

"Have you ever ate venison or rabbit?" I asked.

"They tried to get me to a bunch of times, but I was always to scared to." She replied.

"So you're not against it, other than being scared." I asked.

"No," she replied. "If someone pushed hard enough I might try it."

"Well, don't kill me but I think you just did." I replied.

"What?" She said.

"Ugh, I think I grabbed the wrong burgers. These are a combination of venison and rabbit meat that my step-mom's brother made me." I replied.

"Tasty," Lisa said.

"You're kidding, right?" Megan asked.

"No," I said taking another bite. "I'm pretty sure of it. These are much better than normal ones, and I can see the two different meats in them from where I bit into mine."

"Holy shit, I'm eating Bambi and Thumper." Megan said.

"I guess you could put it that way." I replied.

"Huh, and to think I always thought they were cute... now I know they taste great." Megan replied.

"Funny you mention that, I've found the same is true with you." I replied.

"I'm cute or I'm fun to eat?" Megan asked.

"Both," Lisa said.

"Hey! That's my line." I replied.

"You snooze, you loose buster." Lisa replied.

"You just wait, little lady. As soon as I'm done with this burger that ass is mine." I replied.

"Vaseline anyone?" Megan said.

"Ugh, not quite what I meant." I replied.

"I know, I couldn't resist though. I saw a chance to be a smart-ass, and had to take it. I don't get many of those after all." Megan replied.

"With me you will." I replied.

"Oh goody!" Megan said.

Once our meal was finished, Lisa left for her house. She did find out that Kevin had been moved to the regular ICU, and everything was pointing towards him making a full recovery. They even believed he would be able to attend the graduation ceremonies.

For the next few hours, Megan and I stayed on the back porch just enjoying the day and taking advantage of the peace and quiet to relax. We swam some in the pool and soaked in the hot tub. We even laid out on the recliners to work on our tans.

Megan

"I need a vacation." I said.

"Tell me about it, where do you want to go?" Mike asked.