Looking out the window, Mia saw the blurred image of her boyfriend
shoveling snow outside. For once, she felt a balance in her life,
possibly.perfection. She had a boyfriend who loved her, she had finally
figured out a way to negotiate with her family and she was able to be a
princess, only when she was in the country of Genovia and when she wanted
to. Mia Thermopolis no longer had a bodyguard; she was able to do what she
wanted. She had hot chocolate.
This however, was only a fantasy - except for the hot chocolate part, that was totally true-peppermint in fact-, and she was looking at the image of Michael Moscovitz, blurred by the light snow drifting through the air. But, Mia was watching him cross the street on his way back from the coffee shop, and he wasn't her boyfriend.anymore. Since the death of her grandmother, she had been less controlled, yet her overprotective father still insisted on a bodyguard .well one out of four was better than nothing.
She was still the same shy princess, always looking out for the animals - vegetarian yet wore leather combat boots. Mia was still the girl hopelessly in love with her best friends brother/ex-boyfriend. One might think that these libidinous feelings would wear off over the course of half a decade- it had been that long since her last encounter of the Michael Moscovitz kind- but they hadn't.
Mia had been feeling bored for a while; there was literally nothing to do. Lily had gone out to pick up her parents from the airport before Mia had woken up, with all of the traffic Mia would be waiting for another hour. She wasn't expecting Michael to be of very good conversation, ever since they broke up.things hadn't been the same; they weren't able to talk like they did before they even went out. The conversation they had the other night was a mere greeting and "how's college?"
Why was she here again.? Oh yes of course, Mia was there to be with her best friend over holidays. That was the only time they got together anymore. Though they talked constantly over instant messenger and over the phone, that didn't change the fact that they went to school so far away from each other.
Mia heard a click, and Michael entered the room. He nodded towards Mia, politely acknowledging her presence and then went towards his room. Over the years Michael hadn't changed. He was still great looking, smart, funny, and a computer geek. But Michael was fresh out of graduate school, and probably had tons of job offers lined up. That added with his previously mentioned qualities not only made him more appealing to Mia, but the rest of the female population as well. Michael Moscovitz was not only the man every guy wanted to be, but the man every girl wanted to date.fall in love with.marry.
With these thoughts in mind, Mia knew that she would never again have another chance with Michael Moscovitz. That and the fact that he would never forgive her for breaking up with him. Oh yeah, he had a girlfriend.
Michael was madly in love. His girlfriend was beautiful, kind, she had a great sense of humor, and she was going somewhere in her life. But, Michael Moscovitz was not madly in love with his girlfriend. Sure he liked her, but she was not Mia Thermopolis. He had not known her for the better part of his life. He did not know every crease her face made when she smiled. Michael Moscovitz couldn't even remember when her birthday was. This was not good. He wouldn't let himself be in love with someone whom he had no chance with and while he was supposedly in love with someone else. The antidote was simple. Michael had to fall out of love with Mia.
That didn't even sound easy. But this is what Michael felt was necessary to continue. For Christ's sake, he was living with the girl and they hadn't yet exchanged fifty words! And, she broke up with him once before, giving Michael some bogus reason he couldn't remember. This was right before she left for Amherst. Maybe she didn't want to deal with the long distance relationship, but was afraid to say anything about it and just broke it off. Maybe just maybe she was just in love with him, as he her. Maybe Michael was just bullshitting himself.
In his quest to cease his incessant emotions about the princess, Michael tried to find a fault. Anything would've been a start. He started with her laugh, then her passiveness, and her care for everything. It was then that Michael realized he was only coming up with things that he loved about her. This was hopeless. The only way he would be able to release his conscience would be to break up with Julie. Would this mean that he would never be able to have another girlfriend without thoughts of Mia gnawing at him? He couldn't just break up with his girlfriend for no reason. Mia probably had no problem with going on. Then again she was the one who broke up with him.
So maybe he was taking this too far. Mia would be here for only two weeks, and then things would get back to normal. Mia in her part of the country, Michael in his. This would be easy; he could just minimize all contact with Mia to what was necessary. Just to keep all suspicions down.
..I think I'll end there, this chapter sets the scene I guess. I'd appreciate any reviews. Good or bad, I just want an opinion. Please inform me of any mistakes made - thanks ..I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation . sorry about that I'm in a yyy's mood-wow nobody probably knows what I'm talking about. w/e
This however, was only a fantasy - except for the hot chocolate part, that was totally true-peppermint in fact-, and she was looking at the image of Michael Moscovitz, blurred by the light snow drifting through the air. But, Mia was watching him cross the street on his way back from the coffee shop, and he wasn't her boyfriend.anymore. Since the death of her grandmother, she had been less controlled, yet her overprotective father still insisted on a bodyguard .well one out of four was better than nothing.
She was still the same shy princess, always looking out for the animals - vegetarian yet wore leather combat boots. Mia was still the girl hopelessly in love with her best friends brother/ex-boyfriend. One might think that these libidinous feelings would wear off over the course of half a decade- it had been that long since her last encounter of the Michael Moscovitz kind- but they hadn't.
Mia had been feeling bored for a while; there was literally nothing to do. Lily had gone out to pick up her parents from the airport before Mia had woken up, with all of the traffic Mia would be waiting for another hour. She wasn't expecting Michael to be of very good conversation, ever since they broke up.things hadn't been the same; they weren't able to talk like they did before they even went out. The conversation they had the other night was a mere greeting and "how's college?"
Why was she here again.? Oh yes of course, Mia was there to be with her best friend over holidays. That was the only time they got together anymore. Though they talked constantly over instant messenger and over the phone, that didn't change the fact that they went to school so far away from each other.
Mia heard a click, and Michael entered the room. He nodded towards Mia, politely acknowledging her presence and then went towards his room. Over the years Michael hadn't changed. He was still great looking, smart, funny, and a computer geek. But Michael was fresh out of graduate school, and probably had tons of job offers lined up. That added with his previously mentioned qualities not only made him more appealing to Mia, but the rest of the female population as well. Michael Moscovitz was not only the man every guy wanted to be, but the man every girl wanted to date.fall in love with.marry.
With these thoughts in mind, Mia knew that she would never again have another chance with Michael Moscovitz. That and the fact that he would never forgive her for breaking up with him. Oh yeah, he had a girlfriend.
Michael was madly in love. His girlfriend was beautiful, kind, she had a great sense of humor, and she was going somewhere in her life. But, Michael Moscovitz was not madly in love with his girlfriend. Sure he liked her, but she was not Mia Thermopolis. He had not known her for the better part of his life. He did not know every crease her face made when she smiled. Michael Moscovitz couldn't even remember when her birthday was. This was not good. He wouldn't let himself be in love with someone whom he had no chance with and while he was supposedly in love with someone else. The antidote was simple. Michael had to fall out of love with Mia.
That didn't even sound easy. But this is what Michael felt was necessary to continue. For Christ's sake, he was living with the girl and they hadn't yet exchanged fifty words! And, she broke up with him once before, giving Michael some bogus reason he couldn't remember. This was right before she left for Amherst. Maybe she didn't want to deal with the long distance relationship, but was afraid to say anything about it and just broke it off. Maybe just maybe she was just in love with him, as he her. Maybe Michael was just bullshitting himself.
In his quest to cease his incessant emotions about the princess, Michael tried to find a fault. Anything would've been a start. He started with her laugh, then her passiveness, and her care for everything. It was then that Michael realized he was only coming up with things that he loved about her. This was hopeless. The only way he would be able to release his conscience would be to break up with Julie. Would this mean that he would never be able to have another girlfriend without thoughts of Mia gnawing at him? He couldn't just break up with his girlfriend for no reason. Mia probably had no problem with going on. Then again she was the one who broke up with him.
So maybe he was taking this too far. Mia would be here for only two weeks, and then things would get back to normal. Mia in her part of the country, Michael in his. This would be easy; he could just minimize all contact with Mia to what was necessary. Just to keep all suspicions down.
..I think I'll end there, this chapter sets the scene I guess. I'd appreciate any reviews. Good or bad, I just want an opinion. Please inform me of any mistakes made - thanks ..I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation . sorry about that I'm in a yyy's mood-wow nobody probably knows what I'm talking about. w/e