A/N:

Thanks for the reviews and to those who subscribed. I'm sorry this chapter came out late.

Oh. I'll answer your questions first.

missmilly09: Here's the chapter. I hope you like it. He didn't call an ambulance because he was panicking. In shock. And since Lilly is his sister and Mia's former best friend, he called her. Well, I personally think Michael doesn't know that Lil and Mia didn't fight, so yeah.

readingluver11: I believe all your questions are answered through this chapter. For now anyway.

jediahsokaroxx: Here it is. :)

Ye-Olde-Queen-O'-Darkness: Well, that seems interesting. ;)

"Michael?" she whispered, then fainted.

At the hospital bed, Mia looked so peaceful. She's dreaming, I guess. She whispered my name. I love how she says my name, her lips forming my name with care. Does J.P. notice that?

"Michael," she murmured. "I still love you."

My eyes widened. Wait, is this a dream? If so, don't ever wake me up!

Lilly, I'm glad to say, was still talking to this nurse. And no, it wasn't about Mia. This was a guy. I stifled a chuckle. A guy nurse. Come on! How gay can you get? And she didn't hear a word.

"I love you, too," I whispered into her ear. I kissed her forehead and smelled her hair. It smelled like lavenders. Mia is still the Mia I know. At least in this aspect. I started to feel drowsy and felt my eyelids slowly close...

I woke up the next day to see that she still was sleeping and there's a basket of fruits on the table.

Mia and Michael,

I needed to go. Neil and I have a date. These are for you.

-Lilly

I picked up the only apple, and before I could devour it, someone said, "Hey, apple's mine."

I put it down and took a deep breath. I turned around and saw Mia. Before I could think, I covered her mouth with mine. Mia still is a great, no scratch that, Mia is the best kisser.

What the hell are you doing? a voice inside my head screamed. Wait, seriously, where did that come from? I answered back anyway: Doing the thing I've been dying to do for about three years.

She's not yours anymore, Michael. Pull away, before it gets worse. And like the Michael Moscovitz I am, I pulled away. It just wasn't right.

"I'm sorry," I said, even though I wasn't. I looked away quickly, hoping she wouldn't catch me lying.

I felt Mia move farther away from me. "Mia, may I ask a question?" I dared a glance at her and she nodded her head.

"What happened last night?"

"JP and I... Well... w-we,"--oh God, please tell me they didn't-- "fought. Then he blew up and started thrashing my apartment then he slapped me and my head hit something hard... I don't know what happened next... It's very... vague."

I lightly touched the lump in her forehead. "Tell me, what did you fight about?"

In the dim lit room, I still could sense her blushing. "I talked about how great it was that you were here and he went like, "What?" Then I repeated myself and he felt a lot insecure because, you know, you and I were so... before. Then I told him how stupid it was to get insecure and he asked me if I still felt... something about you. I lied and he knew. That I still loved you."

Heaven is here. "Y-you w-what?" She just cocked her head sidewards and smiled.

"I still have feelings for you, I guess." She leaned in for a kiss. I needed to compose myself, I wouldn't want to get carried away. In a hospital. Just as her lips were centimeters away from mine, I said, "Oh, not so close, Thermopolis."

She laughed and her lips were pressed against mine. I wanted to try Frenching her again, just to make my memory clearer. I licked her bottom lip and she opened her mouth... It was just the way it was, nothing changed. Nothing felt wrong. I pulled away and whispered, "I love you, Mia."

"I love you too, Michael." A pause. "But I just wanted to be friends." She said it with no difficulty, just like that. I needed air, I needed to stay cool, just like myself. But with Mia, you just don't know.

"J-just friends?" I managed to choke out. "That's what you want us to be?" Tears were forming in my eyes, I couldn't feel my arms, I couldn't feel anything at all.

"I know it seems stupid, but..."

"DAMN RIGHT IT'S STUPID! You go on saying you love me and shit THEN you tell me to be FRIENDS?" She cringed. "Why? What is wrong with me?"

"I... just don't want to lose you."

"LOSE ME? You aren't gonna lose me! I swear I'll take care of you!"

"Michael, I... I'm..."

"Oh, now I know! You don't f*cking want me! You want to go out with other guys, not Michael Moscovitz. Because I don't fit your standards now? Why? Is it because I'm not a virgin?"

"Michael. Go. Please." No. I don't...

"Mia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to h--"

"Michael! GO! NOW! I don't want to see you. Just leave."

"I didn't... I want to explain. It came out wrong!"

"Really? I think it came out perfectly."

"I just... got shocked." She looked at me, coldly.

"It was a mistake. I mean, you kissed me. I just couldn't understand."

"I think you understand perfectly, Mr. Moscovitz. I've changed haven't I? No more Miss Naive. Miss Easy-to-Get. She's gone Michael. That petty little princess is long gone. Dead. Just like the old Michael Moscovitz."

"I don't... No. It can't be. You... you left?" She smirked at me, as if I were dense.

"Left Genovia? Yes. Yes, I did. It got too boring."

"B-but..."

"Go now, Michael. Go." She shoved me out the door. "Good-bye." Then she slammed the door at my face. I bumped into 'Neil' and my sister on the way out, but I just couldn't care less.

It had stopped raining, but outside, it was still wet. I jammed my hands to my jacket pockets and felt something there. Paper. Oh, right. That was supposed to be for Mia. To tell her how much I missed and love her. Too bad. As I walked on the muddy sidewalk, I threw it on the ground, watched it get soaked and saw Mia's name getting smudged. Words, just words. I ran a had thorugh my dark hair and groaned.

"Great, Michael," I told myself. "You're a total genius. You've lost the girl you love and don't even have a life."

A car rushed by and I guess I was too close to the road. A mixture of mud and water flew to my face.

"F*CK!" I yelled. Maybe the gods were taunting me. Adding insult to injury. Fuck my life. " What now, huh? WHAT NOW?"

"Michael?" a girl's voice said as a hand flew to my shoulder.

"Mia?" I said hopefully as I spun around. But instead of my Mia, Suzanne was there and she chuckled.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not Mia. You look pretty bad," she commented. Pretty bad is an understatement.

She told me that we would eat and dragged me to this place called "Mushroom Burgers." I feel like vomiting. I turned pale, paler than usual and Suzanne smiled. "Why?" she asked.

"Arent mushrooms supposed to be full of viruses? Burger mushrooms," I complained, making a face.

"Don't worry. This place is safe." Safe, I scoffed. Nothing's safe nowadays, considering my once fully-guarded heart, which is now in Mia's hands, breaking.

A/N

Tried to make it as long as possible. ;) Hope you enjoy!

~Nessie