They drove in utter silence, Michael was too busy trying to plan an escape route out of the United States if worst came to worst, well not really, at that precise moment he was slightly more afraid of Mia's new found alcohol fuelled confidence and his will power to resist his pretty girlfriend. Mia was consumed in her own thoughts too, wondering where she hid her black cotton bra, she gave up on sexy two McDonald's ago, she'd settle for clean non mothball smelling underwear.
Michael pulled up into Mia's driveway, and took a deep breath in. "Ok, in and out in 30 seconds. Just grab something to wear for the night because I highly doubt that gown is going to be comfortable. Don't forget your water and your toothbrush" he finished and looked back through the window. He couldn't focus on Mia for long periods of time, the longer he looked at her the more he wanted to hug her. She looked so pretty, her light pink gown flattered her perfectly, her hair was falling out of it's complicated twisty style and her jewelled tiara was tilted too far forward and too far to the left, her sleepy smile only made her seem that much more lovely to him. She had some complicated clumsy charm that glittered and warmed all those who loved her, especially him.
Mia quickly ran up to her room. She cured herself for creating an obstacle of thrown clothes and abandoned algebra books around her floor. Fat Louie meowed from the dark corner of her room, rushed and nervous she filled the bowl and looked around her room desperately. She couldn't help her negative thoughts seeping into her mind, "You'd think after turning fifteen and having a serious boyfriend for over a year I would think of picking up something that didn't have Queen Amidala on it just in case. I mean how hard can it be to pick up one of those black and red lacy bra set things while I was passing through a freaking mall" she whispered desperately to herself. Her riffled through her underdraw and found her bonds cotton boy briefs which served as pyjamas on many a hot summer's night. She couldn't think of a better alternative for her prospective night of passion with her one true love, so she was a getting a little ahead of herself, she but she thought she was allowed to.
"MIA!!" Michael screamed. He was getting continually more frightened of Mia's mother walking in. He never thought he'd be in the situation where he would have to explain to a parent what exactly he was doing within the vicinity of their drunken daughter in their abandoned house which she was most likely half naked in her room. "Mia! Come on!" He finally heard the somewhat relieving sounds of her coming down the stairs.
After many desperate frantic minutes of searching it came down to her cotton black boy leg briefs which smelled suspiciously like kitty litter or a singlet/camisole with some lace trim. She settled for a plain white lacy singlet and plain white underwear. She tried to perk herself up by cracking a lame joke to herself about Michael soon enough realising that the only difference between her chest and stomach was the presence of a belly button.
"MIA, COME ON ALREADY! WE ARE NOT GOING TO THE PROM AGAIN WE ARE GOING OVER TO MY PLACE TO SLEEP AND SOBER UP!" Yelled a completely and utterly annoyed Michael. Mia recognised her tone and smiled to herself as she zipped up her tracksuit pullover, she could fix that.
"COMING!" Sang Mia happily and she started her walk down the stairs to the living room. Halfway down she did a mock runway turn and struck a pose, Michael looked less then impressed. For the first time of the night the hilariously of his situation sunk in and he chuckled to himself, he looked up to face her and flashed her the most beautiful smile. "its love!" she whispered to herself after she caught a glimpse of those brown peat bog eyes and felt herself being pulled in, in her happy drunken daze she missed her step and fell over the remaining stairs in a very unprincess like fashion. She tried to regain some dignity as she did a half bounce back up and tried to walk as non phased as possible to the door. Michael however remained perfect gentlemen, picked up her backpack and her bottle of water and nudged her in the direction of the car.
Michael realised that she might of herself or perhaps her pride, none the less her slightly fall did promt an "Are you okay?". He asked as he looked at her carefully. No major bruises were visible. Mia was looking Michael. He like that look, he felt like a piece of meat, worse yet, he liked it. He tried so hard to think about the most unsexy thing he come up with. His mind wandered onto children. He started an internal pep talk, involving his possible love child and Doopack in a pink string bikini.
By the time they'd made it back to the car, DooPack in a bikini had turned into Mia in frilly French knickers. This was a turning point for Michael, for once he truly wondered if he could control himself. His bow-tie began to chafe. He helped her into the car, and shut her door breathing in the crisp night air hoping it would cool his jets, literally. He loved Mia, he wanted their first time to be really special. He wanted all those fantasies to some true for her.
That stuff that was published in girly magazines about the Earth moving and the earth moving and the roses and the chocolates. That's what he wanted for her, for the Earth to move, for her to see stars. Not for her to throw up all over him while he was pushing down against his very sexy star ships patterned sheets. She was too good for that. He had to be strong. He turned to make sure that all was well with Mia before he pulled out, she smiled at him and that fuzzy feeling that she gave him returned. He realised how much trouble he was in. This time he turned on the radio hoping that the sounds of Youth Group could calm their jumpy nerves.
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