Princess Valentine…
Monday 10th February, Homeroom.
When we swung by his apartment this morning, to pick up him and his sister, Michael was looking extra luscious. I couldn't help thinking about the impending weekend, it was after all, Valentines Day on Friday. But Michael was being very tight lipped about everything, he was careful not to let anything slip. Hopefully it will involve a make out session at the very least!
As soon as Lilly got in she was going on about Valentines Day and how the day was invented by Hallmark, purely as a marketing gimmick to sell cards and flowers at twice their usual cost.
"It's not that I wouldn't like being showered with gifts" Lilly was saying, "But it's just that I don't feel I need anyone to tell me when that day should be. Especially not someone who is only saying it to make a buck."
I snuck a look at Michael. He smiled, signifying that he didn't care what his sister said, he was still going to celebrate the day with me.
"But Lilly..." I started.
"Don't 'But Lilly' me Mia," interrupted Lilly "You know how I feel about this. I will not conform to someone else's stupid ideas of how people should act and treat everyone, even if it is to tell the other person that they love them. As far as I am concerned, it is just an excuse for the Lana Weinberger's of the world to say "Look how many admirers I have, everyone love me! Love me!"" I had to hand it to her, she did a great Lana impersonation. But I couldn't let that sidetrack me from the issue at hand.
"So you're telling me" I stepped in "That if Boris handed you a dozen red roses on Friday, and gave you a beautiful Hallmark card, telling you how much he loves you, you wouldn't succumb to the pressure and accept them? You are telling me that you would throw them in his face and tell him you do not want them?"
"I think Boris knows me well enough by now to know not to make any declarations of love on a day like Friday. If he did it on any other day, I would gladly welcome them, but not Friday." Concluded Lilly.
Well that's that I guess. But it doesn't mean that Michael and I cannot celebrate Valentines Day ourselves, where we can declare our undying love, our burning passions for each other, and prove it all with a little make out session.
Monday 10th February, G&T.
All throughout lunch I tried to get some kind of clue out of Michael. I had to do it subtly of course, I didn't want Lilly to find out just how much I was looking forward to the weekend. She'd skin me alive. But all he would say was "Don't make any plans for the entire weekend. From Friday afternoon, till Sunday night, you belong to me." And while this was in no means an answer to what I wanted to know, it did thrill me that he said I "belonged" to him! That's right, I, Mia Thermopolis, belong to the one and only, my Romeo in black Jeans, Michael Moscovitz! Much like Buffy will always "belong" to Angel, despite their problems, what with his Gypsy curse and all.
And now he is sitting next to me, writing a new song for his band 'Skinner Box.'
"Hey" he said.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"You're not changing your mind about this weekend are you? You're not going to let Lilly change your mind about the whole Valentines Day thing are you? Because you're your own person, Mia, don't let her tell you what to do."
"I know," I answered. "I'm not, I'm really excited about this weekend. Of course maybe if I knew what we were doing, I'd be more excited about it."
But "Nice try." was all he would reply.
Damn. It's killing me not knowing what he has planned. I guess I'll just have to be patient and wait it out. Except I can't! I don't even know how to prepare for the weekend. What am I supposed to wear? What if Michael's idea of a romantic day out is a session at the local "Laser Challenge" place, and I turn up, dressed from head to toe in Chanel? I'd be the laughing stock of the arcade, running around in a skirt suit or something equally unsuitable.
Monday 10th February, Loft.
Grandmere can be such a pain sometimes. At my Princess Lesson this afternoon, she was adamant that "There is no good reason for you not to come to your Princess Lesson on Friday!" I tried to explain the concept of Valentines Day to her, and mine and Michael's plans, but she, much like Lilly, doesn't understand why there is one day a year set aside for people to tell each other how they feel. She thinks women should keep their men on their toes, by expecting regular proclamations of love, for no apparent reason.
I told her that I understand this, and that Michael does do romantic things on days other than Valentines Day, but that he has something planned especially for this weekend.
Then she asked what exactly he has planned, and I had to admit that I didn't know. And now she seems to think that his secrecy is covering up for the fact that he in fact has nothing planned, and is leaving it up to the last minute.
Hopefully I will be able to convince her otherwise, before Friday. Because I do not wish to make Grandmere angry by not turning up to my lesson, but I am NOT going to miss my date with Michael.
Monday 10th February, Homeroom.
When we swung by his apartment this morning, to pick up him and his sister, Michael was looking extra luscious. I couldn't help thinking about the impending weekend, it was after all, Valentines Day on Friday. But Michael was being very tight lipped about everything, he was careful not to let anything slip. Hopefully it will involve a make out session at the very least!
As soon as Lilly got in she was going on about Valentines Day and how the day was invented by Hallmark, purely as a marketing gimmick to sell cards and flowers at twice their usual cost.
"It's not that I wouldn't like being showered with gifts" Lilly was saying, "But it's just that I don't feel I need anyone to tell me when that day should be. Especially not someone who is only saying it to make a buck."
I snuck a look at Michael. He smiled, signifying that he didn't care what his sister said, he was still going to celebrate the day with me.
"But Lilly..." I started.
"Don't 'But Lilly' me Mia," interrupted Lilly "You know how I feel about this. I will not conform to someone else's stupid ideas of how people should act and treat everyone, even if it is to tell the other person that they love them. As far as I am concerned, it is just an excuse for the Lana Weinberger's of the world to say "Look how many admirers I have, everyone love me! Love me!"" I had to hand it to her, she did a great Lana impersonation. But I couldn't let that sidetrack me from the issue at hand.
"So you're telling me" I stepped in "That if Boris handed you a dozen red roses on Friday, and gave you a beautiful Hallmark card, telling you how much he loves you, you wouldn't succumb to the pressure and accept them? You are telling me that you would throw them in his face and tell him you do not want them?"
"I think Boris knows me well enough by now to know not to make any declarations of love on a day like Friday. If he did it on any other day, I would gladly welcome them, but not Friday." Concluded Lilly.
Well that's that I guess. But it doesn't mean that Michael and I cannot celebrate Valentines Day ourselves, where we can declare our undying love, our burning passions for each other, and prove it all with a little make out session.
Monday 10th February, G&T.
All throughout lunch I tried to get some kind of clue out of Michael. I had to do it subtly of course, I didn't want Lilly to find out just how much I was looking forward to the weekend. She'd skin me alive. But all he would say was "Don't make any plans for the entire weekend. From Friday afternoon, till Sunday night, you belong to me." And while this was in no means an answer to what I wanted to know, it did thrill me that he said I "belonged" to him! That's right, I, Mia Thermopolis, belong to the one and only, my Romeo in black Jeans, Michael Moscovitz! Much like Buffy will always "belong" to Angel, despite their problems, what with his Gypsy curse and all.
And now he is sitting next to me, writing a new song for his band 'Skinner Box.'
"Hey" he said.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"You're not changing your mind about this weekend are you? You're not going to let Lilly change your mind about the whole Valentines Day thing are you? Because you're your own person, Mia, don't let her tell you what to do."
"I know," I answered. "I'm not, I'm really excited about this weekend. Of course maybe if I knew what we were doing, I'd be more excited about it."
But "Nice try." was all he would reply.
Damn. It's killing me not knowing what he has planned. I guess I'll just have to be patient and wait it out. Except I can't! I don't even know how to prepare for the weekend. What am I supposed to wear? What if Michael's idea of a romantic day out is a session at the local "Laser Challenge" place, and I turn up, dressed from head to toe in Chanel? I'd be the laughing stock of the arcade, running around in a skirt suit or something equally unsuitable.
Monday 10th February, Loft.
Grandmere can be such a pain sometimes. At my Princess Lesson this afternoon, she was adamant that "There is no good reason for you not to come to your Princess Lesson on Friday!" I tried to explain the concept of Valentines Day to her, and mine and Michael's plans, but she, much like Lilly, doesn't understand why there is one day a year set aside for people to tell each other how they feel. She thinks women should keep their men on their toes, by expecting regular proclamations of love, for no apparent reason.
I told her that I understand this, and that Michael does do romantic things on days other than Valentines Day, but that he has something planned especially for this weekend.
Then she asked what exactly he has planned, and I had to admit that I didn't know. And now she seems to think that his secrecy is covering up for the fact that he in fact has nothing planned, and is leaving it up to the last minute.
Hopefully I will be able to convince her otherwise, before Friday. Because I do not wish to make Grandmere angry by not turning up to my lesson, but I am NOT going to miss my date with Michael.