Author's Note: Hello there lovely people. Long time no see, huh? I'm here because I'm bored and sick and it's a hell of a lot of fun to write with friends. Thank InvisibleDisaster and her fic 'When you take me in your arms & drive me slowly out of my mind' for my return to the writing world. This is a companion fic for that story, although at the moment you might get confused as to how they're connected. You'll see the whole picture soon enough. InvisibleDisaster is also the mind behind any outfits, as I am not gifted in the area of fashion.
Also thank the song at the end of the newest pretty little episode. 'Bad Things' by Meiko, if you haven't listened please go do so. I feel that it is Mona impersonated in song.
Good Girls do Bad Things Sometimes
Chapter One - I love to Play with Fire
Mona held her head high as she took her last step out of the Rosewood Day building. Today was the last day of her high school career. She grinned and scanned the crowd already outside and mingling with parents and friends, everyone wearing the unattractive graduation gowns in the school's colors. The one day that they're not forced to wear the school uniform and her sexy vintage Versace dress was covered by this smock of long white satin with a terrible zipper going down the middle.
Mona's eyes finally land on her best friend, Hanna Marin. She grins as she walks to her friend; curse their last names not allowing them to stand together during the ceremony.
"Oh, hey." Hanna smiles widely and hugs her. "I wasn't sure if you'd find me or not. Since you haven't been talking to me lately."
"Humph." Mona shrugs then smiles and hugs back. "I was just letting you know how much you'll miss me when you desert me here."
"Come on, Mon. I'm not leaving the country. It's just New York." Hanna sighed.
"You're still leaving me here. I'm not going to beg you to take me with you to join your new glamorous life in the fashion industry."
"I'm not even sure if I got in yet, Mona. Really. And you've got a good job waiting for you in Philly."
That she did, Mona would soon be moving to Philadelphia to work as a sales clerk at Vagabond, which was located right in the middle of the city. She was ecstatic, she was going to be on her way up to manager after some good ass kissing and coffee runs.
"You're still going. Mr. Hot Doctor and you are inseparable." Mona pursed her lips, a little jealous. Hanna's doubtful expression didn't go without notice. However, Mona does not understand what worries Hanna so much; Wren and Hanna had been the couple of the year, if only he was in their school. Mona, on the other hand, remained boyfriend-less. By choice, of course. A powerful woman doesn't need a man following her around. Although, if Hanna was leaving her alone, a boy toy to fawn over her would be quite nice.
As if on cue, Wren walks over with a bouquet of flowers that makes Hanna squeal and kiss him deeply.
Mona rolls her eyes and begins looking around again to see who else is around. She spies Spencer Hastings and Toby Cavanaugh, fighting as usual these days. Then there is Aria Montgomery and Mr. Fitz stealing a moment under the shadow of a tree, seemingly in a deep conversation. And of course, Emily Fields is hanging on her girlfriend's arm, Paige Matthews chatting with their parents. Mona keeps looking to try to find something to keep her attention; she eventually lands on Mike Montgomery. Interestingly he was sitting in the grass, his head and back leaning against the brick of the building. She tilts her head slightly, not paying any attention to Wren and Hanna's conversation, and watches Mike for a moment. Is he seriously trying to take a nap? She shakes her head and smiles the slightest bit, the poor boy isn't even out here for his own graduation. He should be somewhere celebrating the arrival of summer.
Deciding to brighten his day, having a good one so far herself and feeling the itch to spread the joy, Mona saunters over to him and looks down. It takes him a moment to feel her presence but he slowly opens one eye to look up at her. She grins down at him.
"Trying to sleep, little Mikey?"
"Don't call me that."
"Why not, do you prefer Michelangelo?" He rolls his eyes at her then closes them again as if he were dismissing her. "I was thinking you should come to this party later, I could sneak you in."
"And why would I believe you would do that?" He opens his eyes again and stands up, brushing the grass off himself.
"Because it's a good, sunshiny day." She smiles fakely. "And you look lonely, little Mike." She bats her eyelashes and pouts, having a thoroughly fun time teasing and watching Mike's eyes widen.
After he clears his throat, he gathers himself enough to speak, "Stop calling me little, I'm only a year behind you. I'll graduate next year."
"A year is a year, Mike. Technically, you're still not legal."Mona smiles sweetly, talking in a slight baby voice. Mike crosses his arms over his chest.
"Why did you even come over, to wake me up then pick on me for your own amusement?" He rolls his eyes." Just leave me alone, Mona."
Having done what she has purposed herself to for the night, Mona ices the cake she has baked and leans forward to kiss Mike's cheek quickly then whisper the address of the party she had mentioned before walking back over to Hanna and Wren. She cuts in on Hanna prodding Wren about his plans, probably trying to reassure herself that they were moving together. Mona rolled her eyes at how dependent Hanna had become then stalks on to her car, having had enough of that perkiness for the day. Besides, she has a party to get ready for, the game had only just begun.
Mona smiles, examining the decorations of the venue she's rented for her little party tonight. The gauzy canopy above the dance floor is perfect; you can still look up and see the stars. The candles on the various tables provide a good amount of light. The forest around them shelters the area from the nearby streets, causing an illusion of being separate from civilization. It is perfect, of course, she's planned it. She smoothes her silver Gucci dress and quickly adjusts it, then her turquoise necklace and bracelets, making sure she looks perfect before any guests start showing. She'll have to be careful if she sits down tonight, due to the shortness of her dress, but she isn't planning to sit at all. She smiles to herself as the DJ she's hired starts playing music, and awaits the arrival of Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily, the Kahn brothers, as well as a few others from her graduating class. Others also including Aria's younger brother Mike.
Mona begins mentally putting together her plan of attack for young Michelangelo. After a few drinks, compliments of the bar her parents have paid for unknowingly, she is sure it will be easy to get him to do anything she asks. She isn't quite sure yet why Mike in particular caught her eye, there are plenty of guys her age that are coming tonight and are higher on the popularity scale. Nevertheless, tonight is about having fun, not starting a steady relationship. The simple thought of a full-time boyfriend makes Mona gag. That is most definitely not what she wants.
"Mona, this looks gorgeous!" Hanna states as she walks closer.
"Of course it is, do I ever disappoint?" Mona smiles at Hanna, admiring her friend's lilac Chanel dress.
Hanna smiles and nods in agreement. "Those earrings are amazing, when did you get those?"
"The other day at the mall, you were busy." Mona reaches up and absentmindedly plays with her chandelier diamond earrings, specifically worn tonight to reflect light and sparkle like the stars.
Mona's smile fades as she sees Wren walk up, holding Hanna's purse for her. Wren was not invited. She had wanted one last night with her friend before she is taken away from her, Wren always ruined everything. She hates the way Hanna always glues herself to him, hanging on his arm and every word. What happened to the independent Hanna Marin that was the Queen Bee of Rosewood Day?
Mona sighs and walks over to the bar, already attended to and completely stocked. She smiles at the boy serving and asks him for something mixed with fruit and a lot of courage. She is going to need help if she is hanging around with the lovebirds before everyone else arrives. While she is taking a Pomegranate Martini in hand, Mona glares at Hanna. Watching her interact with Wren makes her stomach churn, how could she change into a love-struck girl so quickly. It wasn't even that hard for Hanna to turn Mona down for a day of shopping anymore. Mona sighs, then rolls back her shoulders and puts on her game face; she will simply have to find something to do with all of this free time before she moves.
Caught in the middle of sipping her drink, she watches Aria stride her way under the canopy. Mona's eyes then drift to the out of place guy that Aria has brought along with her. At first glance, Mike doesn't look himself, older maybe. But it was, in fact, Mike Montgomery wearing jeans and a t-shirt to Mona's party. She should be angry, ashamed that he didn't even try to clean up in the least. However, some part of Mona kind of likes that Mike doesn't care. At least he'd done his hair, she shrugs.
She takes her drink and smiles in Mike's direction, effectively pulling him over to her. He leans against the bar in ease and looks around, people now starting to fill in the field and chatter filling the air.
"Some party. No one's even dancing." he notes.
"Are you offering to do something about that?"Mona grins and sips her drink. As a new song started playing, Ms. Jackson by Panic! At The Disco, she sets her glass on the bar and holds her hand out. She looks at Mike expectantly and he simply raises his eyebrow at her.
"What are we, Cinderella and Prince Charming?"
"I don't follow other people's stories, I make my own." She grabs his hand and pulls him onto the dance floor.
Overall, Mona's party was a success. Not that anyone thought it wouldn't be. There was drinking, dancing, couples going into the woods and coming back out with sex-hair and wrinkled shirts. There were tearful, drunken goodbyes said between friends that would be parting ways after tonight, Hanna and Mona not being one of them. There were even a few surprises.
One surprise being that Michelangelo Montgomery was not as bad of a dancer as Mona had thought he would. He had even earned himself a nice lingering goodbye kiss. Mona had to giggle at his drunken blushing, he was such a child. So innocent and young. She'd have to change that in order to make him dateable. Dateable? What am I thinking? Mona had to take a step back and re-evaluate herself. Date Mike Montgomery? Was she losing her mind? First of all, he's still in school. Second of all, she's moving in three weeks. Third of all, -wait. Why is the aforementioned boy sitting on her living room couch? Had she invited him in? Mona couldn't remember bringing him home. She glances down at her watch and shrugs to herself, what the hell. She just hosted a kick-ass party, and deserves a reward. Time to start on making Mike a not-so-innocent man.
Mona swings her hips as she walks over to Mike. His eyes go from wandering the room to landing on her chest and grinning widely. He has been sufficiently soused from all of the drink provided him throughout the night by yours truly. His expressions are an open book. She smiles saucily and leans down, her strapless dress serving its purpose well.
"Do you think you've earned a treat for being a good boy tonight?" Mona whispers into Mike's ear, she glances down and can see he's started bouncing his leg like an excited dog. "Come." She stands back up and giggles a little at Mike's pout from missing his previous view. When she holds out her hand this time, he quickly takes hold and stands up. She leads him up the stairs and into her room, closing the door behind them. Not that it matters, her parents are out for the weekend, some kind of business trip to Brazil or something.
Mike quickly makes himself comfortable and flips on the lights so he can look around the room and decide where he is, but Mona has other plans. She tilts her head to the side and tries her best to look innocent, naturally Mona always convinces.
"I like the lights off." She smiles sweetly. Mike's eyes widen then he grins and turns the lights back off. Getting a little brave, thanks to his liquid courage, he steps closer to Mona and leans down towards her. After a brief moment, Mona feels his soft lips press to hers. The taste of Jack Daniels and gummy bears gracing her lips, and the smell of hair gel, sweat, and Axe body spray filling her nostrils.
After collecting herself from shock, Mona decides that his kissing doesn't need very much improvement; and encourages him; her hand slowly slides up his arm to his shoulder, her fingers reach to the back of his neck to play gently with the neatly trimmed hairs. Goosebumps form on Mike's skin and he puts his hands on her hips and pulls Mona closer to him. As their kisses heat their skin, Mona slowly guides him to her bed then steps out of her purple Jimmy Choos and sits, no longer caring that her dress rides up with the movement, and pulls his tucked shirt out from under his jeans.
There is no break as Mike tugs his shirt the rest of the way off and Mona's hands busy themselves with his belt, not taking it off but only having time to unclasp it before Mike kicks off his sneakers then lies down over her. He quickly presses her onto her back and brushes her hair away from her neck in order to have access to kiss her skin. As he starts kissing her neck, searching for her pulse, Mona swiftly kicks a certain article of clothing off; the movement also makes her dress rise higher on her thighs. The movement does not go unnoticed by Michelangelo, who leans onto his elbows and moves back to Mona's swollen lips, putting a gap between their bodies to allow her to continue in her act of getting his pants off.
After successfully removing that pesky belt and those grass-stained jeans, Mona quickly switches their positions and sits on Mike. She looks down to find Bender Bending Rodriguez looking up at her and proclaiming that she should kiss his shiny metal ass, and chuckles a little before she leans down to kiss Mike's chest. His hands tangle in her hair, and accidentally pull as she kisses teasingly lower. Mona moves back up to kiss his neck, her fingers tracing the thin line of hair from between his pecs to his belly button then to the elastic band of his boxer-briefs.
It does not take long for Mona's dress and Bender to join the pile of clothes on the floor. As skin moves against skin, Mona and Mike discover that, in fact, they do not mind each other that much at all. There might actually be a little bit of 'like' between them. Gasps and glances, moans and kisses filled the dark room for the night; followed by a peaceful slumber, sheets twisted and pillows forgotten on the floor.
As light streams into Mona's bedroom through the blinds that were never closed in the rush of the night, she stretches slightly. Her eyes pop open quickly when she feels a slight breeze on a part of her body that usually is clothed then glances around the room, clothes are scattered on the floor, and she is alone. Why is she alone? She shouldn't be alone. Mike should be- The smell of frying eggs drifted under her nose on the breeze.
Mona gets up and gets dressed, trying to figure what in the world the boy is doing. Tossing the dress from last night into a clothes hamper, she picks out a light blue cross strap dress with white lace ornaments that shows just the right amount of cleavage, and then quickly does her makeup, before going downstairs to the kitchen.
Mike smiles in greeting, wearing his clothes from last night, from his position standing in front of the countertop stove. Mona glances at the pan that holds the culprit of the nasty smell and then at Mike, assessing the dark purple mark on his neck and suppressing a giggle.
The actions and discoveries last night shed a new light on what Mona thought would only be a fun little game for one night. She still isn't sure what it is about Michelangelo Montgomery, but she is going to take three weeks to try to figure it out, and damn well enjoy doing it. A new, exciting turn of events always thrilled her, and she is planning on thoroughly enjoy every minute of this journey of discovery; nothing is stopping her from getting what she wants this time.
~ Better be careful, baby boy. Good girls can do bad things, especially when they like to play with fire.~