Disclaimer: Every PD character is Meg Cabot's. Any others are not.

A Short Summary: Mia will be going to teen summer camp in Virginia with Lilly and Michael—and Tina, Boris, Shameeka, Ling Su, Lars, and LANA!—over the summer. It will entail a lot of fun—and perhaps, some romance—but will all opportunities of make-out sessions be taken from them when the watchful Grandmére comes around every so often to check up on them? Mia's life may never be the same…

Mia's POV:

We all piled into the van. I was sooo excited, but I really had to go to the bathroom. What is the deal with that, anyway? I mean, I had just gone, like two seconds before! And why is it that whenever I have to go, no one else does, but when everyone else does, I don't? The world is so unfair.

Anyway, seating arrangements were as follows:

Josh (I was not happy that HE was coming) and Lana (her, either) in the front seat next to Mr. G, my stepfather, who was also my Algebra teacher and chaperone for this particular venture. Then, in the second row of seats, Lilly, Tina, and Boris; the next row, Ling Su and Shameeka and Shameeka' s boyfriend; and the last row, Michael, Lars, and I, who were the only people yet to get into the van, got sat down.

I couldn't believe my luck. I mean, I got to spend—how many hours?—with the love of my life right there next to me! Only he didn't know that he was the love of my life. He thought I was just his little sister's best friend. But whatever. I still got to be next to him! Only, the chances of my peeing in a cup, if absolutely necessary, were like, nil. Because, if I had been sitting with Lilly and Tina or whatever, then totally wouldn't have cared. And they would have looked away if they did. But I can't do that while the love of my life is sitting right beside me!

A few hours passed uneventfully. I sat there writing in my journal, my bladder getting increasingly fuller, and Michael listened to his CD player the whole time. Finally, the urge was getting unbearable. I yelled up to the front, "Mr. G, can we stop somewhere? Because I kind of have to go to the bathroom…" Michael looked over at me. "What, can't you pee in a cup?" he said with a laugh. I laughed too, but stopped instantly when I almost wet my pants doing so.

Mr. G looked tired. "Mia, there isn't a rest stop for 50 miles. Can't you hold it?"

"No!" I practically screamed. Mr. G went, "Fine, we'll stop over at these woods over here. Anybody else need to go while we're stopped?"

To my horror, Michael went, "Actually, yeah, I gotta go, too, Mr. G." So Mr. Gianini pulled over on the highway, and Michael and I got out.

Even though I totally didn't have to be peeing in the woods while Michael was feet from me, I was really happy when he took me by the hand and led me really far into the woods. Then, he said, "I'll be here." He indicated a nearby tree. "When you are…uh, through, I will meet you here and then we can go back to the van, okay?"

"Sure," I said weakly. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

It took me like, 15 minutes to get through. When I was finally through, I was just pulling up my underwear, when Michael stumbled onto where I was. "Mia—" he stopped, staring at me. His face went really red. "Oh, sorry," he said, turning away. Great. Just great.

Michael wouldn't make eye contact with me almost the whole time we were walking back to the van. Just before we got to the clearing, though, he pulled me off to the side, and said, sheepishly, "Sorry, Mia, I didn't mean to do that. I just started to get worried, and, well, I went looking for you…" I put a finger on his mouth.

"Michael, it's okay, I swear it. I won't tell anybody, I promise."

He smiled. Then he said, "I never knew you wore Queen Amidala panties." At least he was able to joke about it. "I wish they sold such a thing for guys…but I guess I will just have to stick to my smiley boxers." I couldn't believe we were having this discussion. I mean, he just told me what kind of underwear he wore. But whatever. He was still the love of my life.

"Let's just get back to the van," I said, grinning. I couldn't help it. Even though it had been a totally embarrassing moment, something about Michael Moscovitz just makes you grin anyway. Like it never happened.

"What were you guys doing out there?" Lilly asked, annoyed. "Procreating?"

Michael bonked Lilly on the head, and she shut up. He didn't turn his CD player back on, either. Instead, he started talking to me.

"So Mia," he said. I guess he wanted to make up for the whole seeing-you-in-your-underwear incident. "Have you been ice-skating lately? I could take you sometime. You know. Teach you some tricks. And I will make sure—absolutely sure—that you don't bite the tip of your tongue off." I laughed at this. The last time I had been ice skating, I had ended up with a mouthful of blood, thanks to Kenny, who was, at the time, my boyfriend.

"That'd be great," I answered. He smiled at me. We talked for a long time after that, until everyone but Mr. G was asleep and we were entering Philadelphia, where we decided we were going to spend the night at a hotel. We had, after all, left right after the end of the last day of school, so we didn't have a full day of driving. Tina, Lilly, Ling Su, Lana, and I were going to share one room, while Lars, Mr. G, Michael, Josh, and Shameeka's boyfriend occupied the other. At least, that was the plan, until…

Okay, this is how the conversation went:

Mr. G: What do you mean, there is only room for 4 people in each room?

Woman at desk, who's name was Sherry: I mean there's only room for 4 people in each room.

Mr. G: Well, I guess one girl and one boy are going to have to go sleep in the van…

Lana: Nuh-uh. I need my beauty sleep.

Tina, Lilly, Ling-Su, and Shameeka: Me too!

Lars and Josh: Me too!

Everyone stares at Lars

Lars: What?

Shameeka's boyfriend: I'm afraid of sleeping outdoors.

Everyone else: You won't be outdoors!

Shameeka's boyfriend: Still. I ain't doing it.

Everyone looks at Michael and me

"Fine," I said.

"Okay," Michael agreed. Is it just me, or did his eyes light up at the thought of being in the van with me all night long? It must have just been me.

A little later, after we had had dinner at the hotel's little restaurant, I went up to the girls' room to brush my teeth and hair and stuff. Then I got into my pajamas and went out to the van.

"Hey," I said, getting in next to him.

"Hi, Mia."

"Sooo, where are we going to sleep?" I asked. Then, at the same time, we said, "I call back!"

"Oh, darn," I said, laughing. Michael was laughing, too.

"I think the back is big enough for both of us to sleep," he said, smiling. Ooh, tonight was looking up after all.

"Um," I said, all nervous that if I said yes he'd be like, "Ew, no, I don't really want to sleep next to you, I was kidding," and if I said no he'd be all offended. "Sure."

So that's how I ended up sleeping in the arms of my beloved that night. I love my life.