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her red curls bobbing in agreement, before she continued on her rounds.
    John was wearing a fresh gown, and the bed had been smoothed over him. His blond curls spilled onto his pillow as he slept.
    “Hey, you,” I greeted, taking his hand, “you’re so cold all the time.” I rubbed his hand till it warmed through a little.
    “You didn’t miss anything at the party tonight. I’d rather be here with you. I brought Twilight to read to you; if that doesn’t wake you nothing will.” I laughed at my own joke. I was sure that I was the only girl in school who hadn’t either read Twilight or seen the movie. On a whim I’d decided to read it to John.
    I spent the rest of the evening reading the book with my own commentary. I began to take for granted that the most significant relationship in my life was with a comatose person. A small part of me wanted things to stay the same, but mostly, I wanted him to wake up.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    friday night
     
     
    School settled into an uneasy monotony, every morning Miranda would ask me if John had awoken yet. After responding in the negative, she would flip her hair over her shoulder and expect me to follow her around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day. With each passing hour, I missed my invisibility. Each conversation about John’s hotness made me feel more frustrated.
    The only thing that was worse than being part of Miranda’s extended posse was the expectation that I would attend all their parties. The buzz around the lunch table all week was about Tammy’s house party on Friday night. I was desperate to avoid it, but Jaimie and I were having a sleep over, which meant that we would both be putting in an appearance at Tammy’s party.
    The third quarter moon shone over our sleepy coastal town the following Friday night. Tammy's parents were out of town. Most of the people in Jaimie’s group lived in huge mansions; it never ceased to amaze me that people spent so much time away from their palatial homes and affection-starved children.
    Jaimie and I stood in front of her huge mirror with dressing room lights around it, doing our makeup. I was being sparing, in light of the fact that I would not be at the party for long. I was hoping to do another drop-in and finish the night at the hospital, but Jaimie was incensed.
    “You’re not sleeping at my house if you don’t stay at the party with me,” she insisted. Jaimie was happy that I was popular because it reminded her of what it had been like in primary school, she couldn’t understand why I didn’t love the preening and teenage drama.
    “What’s with the hard-hat treatment?” I whined.
    “You’re totally part of the popular people now.” Jaimie smiled. “Enjoy it, kiss a boy or two, have a good time.”
    “Yay! I’m a part of the pop peeps!” I repeated, trying to sound like a rock star. “So?”
    “So... you’re not even trying.” Jaimie shook her head. “You spend all your time with a comatose guy, whose own parents won’t claim him.”
    “Maybe they’re out of town,” I defended.
    “Whatever, Mya.”
    “Why is this such a big deal to you?” I asked, genuinely surprised at how passionate Jaimie was.
    She looked pained. “Mya, you get attached to things quickly.”
    “No I don’t,” I denied.
    “Remember when we went to the burger joint and you kept that serviette for like ten years?” she reminded with a motherly tone.
    “It had a ducky—it was our friendship sign,” I cooed, as I remembered the checkered linoleum and the cute little ducky, and then I realized that Jaimie had made her point. “Oh ...”
    “Exactly. I’m worried that you’re investing all this effort into a guy who may wake up and have a girlfriend and a whole life that will never include you, or worse, that he’ll never wake up and you’ll spend the rest of your life being his nurse maid,” she finished.
    “It’s not like that,” I denied, knowing she was right.
    “Prove me wrong and spend the