You loved the original. You've been salivating in anticipation of its continuation. And Schwartzibrow doesn't disappoint.
Chapter One…
"Mia, hottie at four o'clock."
I subtly turned my head in the direction my best friend was indicating to.
"Sure," I agreed. "If you like that sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?" he asked, taking offence.
"Michael, the dude has a unibrow for Christ's sake."
"So? Those things can be fixed. And anyway, it just means he has a strong character. At least that's what last months Cosmo said."
"Whatever," I mumbled, lying back down on my beach towel and stretching out in the sun.
Michael muttered something about strong characters or something, before lying down beside me.
Having a guy best friend is so cool. Sure, I still have Lilly, but Lilly and I never sunbake in Central Park, perving on hot guys that walk past. Lilly's more into doing actually productive things. She says that if Michael and I spent as much time volunteering down at the Homeless shelter, as we do mucking around, there'd be no homeless people left.
She's highly exaggerating, of course. And Michael and I do help out at the homeless shelter. We just like to have a little fun too. Is that so wrong?
"So how's Max?" I asked him, turning on my side and propping myself up on my elbow to look at him.
He did the same thing. "He's fine," he said, adding a little sigh. "But we don't get to see each other that much. School's taking up so much of his time. I thought I was going to be studying too much for a proper relationship, but it's the other way around. He's taking it so seriously, and it just makes it so hard."
Michael and his boyfriend Max are both freshman in College. Michael goes to Columbia, not that far away, while Max is at Stillton, just outside of the city.
Michael's right about having no time while at College. He and I hardly ever have time to see each other, so I don't know what it'd be like with two College schedules.
"He did say though," Michael looked at me with a wily grin. "That Leaves has never been as happy as he's been these past few months."
"Really?" I squeaked. My face broke out in a huge, goofy grin. But I don't care. "I'm happy too. I really didn't think I could feel this way so soon, but things are just so great. They really are."
Michael sat up and swung his arm around me. "It's because you deserve it, beautiful. You're one of the best, kindest people I know. And if you weren't happy, then I could never be."
"Stop it," I said, poking him. "You're gonna make me cry."
"So long as they're happy tears," he replied.
We lay back down to soak up the last bit of sunlight. Now that Summer is well and truly over, these will be the last days for lounging in the sun. We're trying to make the most of it.
I got home a few hours later to find Leaves was waiting at my door.
"Hi," I said, grinning uncontrollably. "What're you doing out here? Mom and Mr. G are inside, you could've waited in there."
"Nah," he said, kissing me on the lips. "I'm fine out here." He kissed me again, longer this time.
"Did we have plans tonight?" I asked, hoping I hadn't forgotten something important.
"Nope, I was just bored at home, and thought I'd come see you. Is that a bad idea?"
"Not at all. Come in."
I led him inside and into the kitchen. Mom, Mr. G and Rocky were eating dinner at the kitchen table.
"Hi, honey," mom said when she saw me. "I wasn't expecting you home for dinner, but there's plenty, you know I always order too much. Do you want to stay, Leaves?"
"Sure," he replied, grabbing a plate before I even got the chance to say that we weren't hungry.
"I guess so," I said, grabbing a plate for myself and sitting down.
Finally, after Leaves finished off all the Chinese food plus a tub of choc-mint ice cream, we got up and crashed on the couch while mom and Mr. G went to bed.
"Wanna watch a movie?" he asked, rubbing my stomach softly.
"Sure, your choice."
He grinned and jumped up.
"Wait!" I said quickly. "I changed my mind. It's your choice, but anything except Almost Famous."
"Mia," he drawled out my name. "You know I love that movie."
"I do know. And I used to like it too, but then you made me watch it seventeen times in one week, and now, surprisingly, I don't like it so much."
He fell back down on the couch next to me. "Hmph, fine then. It's your choice, 'cause I don't want to watch anything else."
"Poor baby," I said sarcastically, patting him on the head. Then I jumped up and chose a movie of my own choice.
He soon cheered up when Reese Witherspoon appeared.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked halfway through the movie. I was almost asleep.
"Um," I yawned. "Just homework."
"You don't need to do that," he said, slipping his arm around my waist and nuzzling my neck. "We can do something fun instead."
"I'd love to," I told him. "But I really can't. I have a Geometry test on Monday, and I'm already behind in that class. Even though we're only a few weeks into the semester and everyone said I'd find it easy. Ha! Yeah right."
"But, Miaaaa," he complained. "What am I supposed to do tomorrow then?"
"Why don't you see if Max is busy, you haven't seen him much since he moved out, right?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I'd much rather spend the day with my gorgeous girlfriend." He kissed me on the lips, as kind of a persuasion.
It worked.
"Okay, fine. I'll spend the morning studying, then I'm all yours."
"Great. Maybe we can watch Almost Famous."
Oh no. Not again.