"You're doing what?" Hannah asked again.

"I'm working on powering a car with lemons," I laughed.

"There is no way that can be possible," Hannah laughed, "have you lost it? Do I need to call a doctor?"

"No," I laughed again, "Chris and Karl are here to help me. I finally finished all of my research after almost two weeks. And it's honestly working."

"You're lying, there's no way it's working," Hannah scoffed, "and why are Chris and Karl helping you?"

"They are helping me film the project, since I'm probably not going to be able to get my car into the gym for open house I figured I'd film it," I explained, "and you can't tell anyone about my project."

"Why not?" Hannah laughed.

"Because Jimmy tried to power a car with lemons for a video, and it didn't work so he scraped it," I smiled at the thought of how Jimmy will react to this.

"I'm getting big genius energy from you right now," Hannah laughed, "what made you think you could make it work?"

"I had a theory. Citric acid can carry an electrical current, and if you can get it concentrated enough, it should be able to conduct enough electricity to jump start a battery. Then, I took my theory to the head of the physics department of ECU and he agreed that my theory could be possible."

"It's annoying how smart you are," Hannah laughed, "when are you seeing Jimmy again?"

"Probably tonight, why?" I asked.

"Because you've never had a boyfriend, and this is a big deal for me!" Hannah laughed.

"I'm so glad you're so invested in my relationship, because it's so important to you," I laughed sarcastically.

"I am invested! Have you had another awkward wake-up call since the other day?" Hannah asked with a laugh.

"No, thank god," I sighed in relief, "I've only been there once since, despite his efforts."

"Oh, so he's like asking for a sleepover every night?" Hannah asked.

"Maybe," I laughed, "I have to get going though, my car battery is dying so I can finally test my project."

"Okay, well good luck. And let me know when you let Jimmy take you home," Hannah laughed.

"Ew, what does that even mean?" I asked.

"When you know, you know. Don't worry about it."

"I hate you," I laughed.

Hannah and I hung up our call and I connected the machine I was borrowing from the physics department at ECU to my car battery. With a press of a button, it will tell me the level of the power in the battery.

"Okay, how can we help?" Chris asked.

"My battery is drained, so now we can set up the current to test if the concentration of the acid is right," I explained.

Chris helped me move the table of lemons submerged in a citric acid solution closer to my car. Each of the lemons was cut in half to release the citric acid inside the lemons. Each one has a piece of pure of silver that is stuck into the lemon, with enough of the silver sticking out to carry the electrical current.

"Okay Myra, explain what you're doing," Karl smiled at me, holding up the camera.

"Citric acid in lemons acts as an electrolyte, which conducts electricity. Lemons won't power a car continuously, but they should be able to conduct enough electricity to jump start and charge the battery. This is about five pounds of lemons submerged in a citric acid solution. Lemons contain citric acid, but not enough to conduct a current as strong as we need. The solution is a ratio of 2 o 1, citric acid to water. In each of the lemons, we have a piece of pure silver, which has a conductivity rate of 105%. Chris and I are taking pure copper wire, which has a conductivity rate of 100%, and we are wrapping the wire around each piece of silver," I explained as Chris and I wrapped the wire tightly around each piece of silver.

The wire needs to be tight. The tighter the wire is, the stronger the current.

"Now, we are taking the middle of the wire and wrapping them around a piece of zinc," I explained, "we need both the zinc and the silver to complete the current. There's a common science experiment known as the lemon battery, in which a piece of copper and a piece of zinc are put into a lemon to power a battery. We aren't putting the zinc into the lemon at first, we're going to see how we can conduct the current without the zinc touching the citric acid."

When we were done wrapping the wire around the zinc, we took the ends and I soldered them together, creating a central point to connect the current to my battery.

"Now, I have alligator clips to connect the current to my battery. And hopefully this works," I shrugged with a smile on my face.

Chris laughed at my blind hope before I connected the battery and read the charge. The level of the power in my battery was going up, but not enough to start my car.

"This machine needs to read 500 before my battery will be able the start, we're almost halfway there, so we're going to move the zinc into the citric acid solution. That should, in theory, make the current stronger," I explained.

I removed the alligator clips from the battery, and we moved the zinc into the citric acid. After all of the zinc was moved into the solution, I connected the alligator clip back onto my battery and watched as the reading on the charge increase. I was holding my breath, wanting this to work so badly. Karl pointed the camera over my shoulder, watching the reading go up.

"495," I informed Chris as I watched the screen.

I jumped up a little in excitement when the reading passed 500. I freaking did it.

"Now we test it?" Chris asked.

"Now, we test it," I smiled.

I put my keys in the ignition of my car and turned it. The engine stalled for a moment before rolling over and starting up.

"Holy shit, you actually powered a car with lemons," Chris exclaimed.

"I powered a car with lemons," I repeated, surprised myself.

I took out my phone and recorded a snapchat video of my powered car, showing the lemon set-up. I sent it to Hannah and turned off my car.

"You actually powered a car with lemons," Chris said again before he hugged me tightly.

"Do you think Jimmy will be impressed?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?" Chris asked with a laugh, "he's impressed by everything you do. He's told me what you got on your SATs five times. I never thought I would know someone who brags about you more than Chandler does."

"I hope so, I want to impress him. Having a brain is really the only thing I have going for me."

"And that's more than the rest of us have," Chris laughed, "you impress him every day. Trust me, I always hear about your amazing brain and how funny and amazing you are, and all of this other stuff. Why are you so worried you won't impress him?"

"Because I let him down," I shrugged, "the night of the stupid party I got convinced to go to. We haven't talked about it since he drove me home that night, but I know I let him down. And then I didn't get into Duke, and I didn't get a scholarship. I don't want to let him down again."

"Myra, you didn't let him down. Going to that party did you a favor, it gave Jimmy the balls to kiss you, not that anyone knows about that but me and now Karl," Chris laughed, "and not getting into Duke didn't let him down either. He is so proud of you, and he is going to lose his mind when he sees this."

"This is pretty incredible," Karl laughed, "I mean it's lemons. I listened to you explain it, and I still have no idea how this worked."

"Thank you both for your help," I smiled at both of them.

"Anytime," Chris smiled before he pulled me into another hug, "you're like the little sister I don't have, I'm just much less likely to get weird and give you a sex talk like Chandler."

"Please don't, I'd rather die," I laughed.

"I know," Chris laughed, "but if you do actually need to talk, you can come to me. According to Chandler, you've never had a boyfriend, so if you need help you can ask."

"I haven't, but we aren't talking about this," I laughed.

"Remember that you never have to do anything you don't want to do," Chris gave me a look that I couldn't exactly identify as sincere or worried.

"Stop," I laughed.

"Yeah, please stop," Karl laughed.