Author's Note: Hey everyone.
Lol, I can not believe how flipping long this chapter is. It's Thursday and Michael bearly appears in Mia's Diary Thursday and yet here, I've written ten pages about what he did during the day. So basically this is a chapter of which is basically pure fiction and having fun with the characters, not just Michael. Though in saying that, I do scar him somewhat in this chapter, which is amusing. He's going to think twice before looking in the G&T supply closet, but I'll let you read about that and not spoil it for you here.
Anyway, enjoy and reviews are loved.

Chapter Nine

Felix ended up staying the night, mainly because he really couldn't be bothered going home and overall it was the better idea for him to simply stay at mine. We ended up sleeping in the den, since there are two couches there and my room is simply too small for two six foot and over eighteen year old guys to sleep in comfortably.

Lil came home around eleven, just before Mom and Dad. She hadn't been overly thrilled to see Felix, but then Lil is never thrilled to see any of my friends, so neither Felix or I took it personally.

Mom and Dad were, of course, a different matter entirely. But they made no objects to Felix staying the night; they were simply surprised that he was.

We watched the first Star Wars movie (the first and proper Star Wars movie) before we finally feel asleep.

And when we did fall asleep, it seemed far too soon, at least to me, to be kicked awake again.

"Fuck off." I grumbled, pulling the blanket I was using over my head.

"God, I wish I had a camera." A way too cheerful voice said somewhere near my legs, which received another kick. Not a hard one, no where near the standard that Lil kicks are, but still firmly enough to make me groan in discomfort.

"Get lost."

"It's lucky that I already know that Mia has seen you like this or I really would be asking your parents for their camera."

I opened my eyes and glared up at him, before sighing as I rolled off the couch (disturbing Pavlov who had been sleeping on my legs as I went), cringing a little as my neck cracked from the awkward position I had forced it to sleep in.

"Anyway, I'm off." Felix told me as I stretched.

"What?"

"I'm off. Out of here."

"Don't you want breakfast or anything?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. He had his school bag on and his uniform was neat… well as neat as Felix wears it.

"Nope." He made to leave the den.

"Felix." He stopped and looked back at with a trying to look innocent expression. "Do you remember anything from last night?" I asked and he pulled a face.

"Yes."

"All of it?"

"Yes."

I gave him a deadpanned expression.

"I do." He insisted.

"Uh huh."

"Seriously Mike, I remember. That's what I'm going to sort out now." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"How?"

"I-I don't know. I'll figure it out as I go."

I must still have looked sceptical because it picked up a cushion off the armchair near the door and pegged it at me. I caught it before it hit my face.

"Nice reflexes." He complimented or maybe I should be truthful and say complained.

"I've been improving them for the last fifteen, soon to be sixteen years." Felix looked momentarily confused before clicking on to what I meant or rather who before he grinned slightly.

"Look," I said after a moment of silence, "are you sure about this?"

"Dude, what else can I do?"

"Um…"

"Exactly. Look, despite what you might think, this really is for the best. Paul is better suited for her and she deserves someone who… isn't me."

I wasn't happy about this, even though I knew he had a pointed and seriously how else was this going to be solved? Jude hadn't picked either of them and it was causing friction, so by Felix stepping down, things could, hopefully, return back to normal.

"Ok, fine." I sighed, "but at least eat something first."

"Can't… I'll be sick if I do." He replied and started heading for our front door.

With a sigh, I followed him, Pavlov at my heels.

"Well, good luck, I guess." I said slowly.

"Yup." He replied as he crouched down and tried to get Pavlov to come to him so that he could give him a pat.

Pavlov stayed firmly by my legs.

"Anyways," he said with a snort as he stood back up again, "thanks for, you know, everything."

"I didn't do much." I said with a snort. "If anything I could have possibly have done more." I added, starting to feel guilty.

"Nah, you couldn't have. What you did was enough." He said with a sort sad grin before laughing. "My god, look at us… me! I'm eighteen years old and I'm acting like that this is the end of my life or something." He chuckled.

"Well, anyway, I'm off. Thank your Mom and Dad for letting me stay."

"Ok."

"Cool, thanks. So, see you at school then." He said and with that he left my apartment with me staring after him, still somewhat dumbfounded by everything, mainly he's sudden maturity.

"Michael, was that Felix leaving?" Mom asked as she came out into the foyer.

"Uh huh."

"Is everything alright?" I smiled grimly at her.

"I hope so." I replied before heading for my room to get ready for the day, praying that it would be better than the rest of this week.

Though, of course, I was proved completely wrong, as the day turned out to be a crappy one.

Main reason behind its crappiness was the fact that the Prom was cancelled and Mia was being blamed for it.

"It's a bit mean of your sister to say that it's all Mia's fault." I jumped at the sound of who was speaking to me, since she hadn't said anything more than a word or two to me almost all week.

"It's also a bit mean to not speak to your best friends for a week." I replied a little tersely.

Jude looked a little guilty as she took the seat beside me.

I wanted, badly, to return the silent treatment that she had been inflicting upon me, Felix and Paul. A little taste of her own medicine, but I couldn't find the energy to simply ignore her all of English. And beside Felix wasn't here… which I'm guessing is the reason why she is now talking to me.

I looked back at her and noticed her eyes were a little red and that she looked teary. So obviously, Felix had spoken to her this morning and obviously she wasn't taking it well. I was torn between feeling sorry for her and pleased that she was feeling bad about this.

"I'm sorry." She said softly and I sighed.

"It's ok. I can understand why you distanced yourself from all of us, though you do know it didn't help, right?" she nodded her head miserably before shaking herself.

"What are you going do about your sister?" she asked, changing the subject.

I scowled.

"You mean besides strangle her?"

"It wouldn't be your sister that you should be so interested in strangely." A foul tempered voice said in front of me and I groaned.

Josh was standing over me, looking more pissed off than I think I've ever seen him, more pissed then the times that I punched him in the face.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine." I said overly cheerily back at him and his pissed off expression became even darker.

"Do you have any idea what I've just had to put up with?" he snarled at me.

"You mean, you had to put up with something worse than yourself?" I asked in mock horror and surprise.

Jude giggled beside me.

"Yeah, my girlfriend!" He snapped at me, then paused realising that I had just insulted him and in retaliation, he had just insulted his girlfriend.

Jude and several other people in class giggled even harder around us. Richter actually turned slightly red.

"Shut up." He ordered, effectively shutting up the whole class. He turned his pissed off glare once more upon me, "Your freakishly tall, bitch of girlfriend…" I stood up really fast at that, my previously frustrated, but relatively laid-back mood gone, replaced with me now feeling pissed off and angry.

"What did you just call her?"

"You heard me." he snarled back, "has fucked up the prom. Cancelled it and for what? Because her messed up, royal-pain-in-the-ass grandmother won't say sorry and let some nobody kid get his job back!"

"There's more to it then that I think." Jude squeaked as she got up beside me, clearly trying to calm and stop any fight between us breaking out.

"Like I fucking care if there is more to it than that. His," he pointed at me, "fucking girlfriend cancelled prom."

I wanted to hit him, badly. It was taking all my self control to not hit him.

"What's the deal?" he near yelled at me, " you didn't want to take her to the prom, so she decided that she'd mess it up for everyone else by getting it cancelled. I swear, when I see that bitc…" I grabbed the collar of his school shirt and because I caught him by surprise, otherwise I would never have been able to have done it, slammed him against the wall beside us.

"Say one more word about her and I swear I will both physically and socially murder you." I snarled.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Came the horrified shriek of Mrs Weinstein as she came bolting up the rows of tables to where we, Richter and I, stood. "Michael let him go NOW!"

I hesitated for a moment before realising his collar, which he straight while still glaring at me.

I glared right on back at him.

"Both of you calm down." Mrs Weinstein ordered, as she came to stand with us.

"Michael," she jerked her thumb at me, "go take a walk. Josh, sit down somewhere away from Michael for when he comes back… after he's calm down." She said as she grabbed my arm and purposefully pulled me out of her classroom.

"Why do I have to take a walk while he gets to stay put?" I asked once we were out of her classroom.

"Because he wasn't the one who looked like he was about beat something into a pulp. Be grateful I'm not sending to the Principles office." I scowled down the hall, my eyes lingering on Mia's Algebra classroom.

"Why aren't you?" I asked suddenly, surprised that I wasn't being sent there for getting into an almost fight with Richter.

"Why aren't I what, Michael?" Mrs Weinstein asked me tiredly.

"Sending me to Gupta's office."

"Because I can guess what happened between you and Richter and," she gave me a look that clearly said that if I repeated what she was about to say to me, she would happily have me killed, "I think it was sweet of you to defend your girl. Especially when no one else around here seems to be keen to." She rolled hers eyes to the heavens.

"She's going to have a bad day." She warned me. "I already gave one kid detention for throwing a soda can at her." I gagged at that and without even thinking, I started moving for Mia's classroom.

I hadn't seen her this morning, too busy was I trying to find Felix and to ask him how it went with Jude that I lost track of time.

"She's fine." Mrs Weinstein said quickly, clearly seeing where I was heading, "her bodyguard deflected it before it hit her."

I nodded, still desperate to see if she was ok.

"Go see her, take this period off, it's not like we're doing anything. I'm sure Judith will happily take care of your things for you." I stared at her in surprise but did as she said.

"Thanks." I said and she simply nodded before walking back into her classroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Without another thought, I headed for Mia's Algebra classroom, furious at what I saw happening inside of it.

The death glares Mia was receiving were insane and completely stupid. I mean, all of them, with the exception of Lana, weren't even going to the stupid prom in the first place and yet here they were acting like they had been and now they weren't and it was all her fault.

I could have strangled each and every one of them and was for the first time, I think, ever, I felt pissed off at Mr G, for not doing anything about what was happening inside his classroom to his step-daughter!

Mia had her head down on her desk, her forehead resting on her crossed arms, clearly trying to ignore the glares, quiet jibes that were being hissed her way, and bits of rubber and other crap being flicked at her.

Her shoulders gave a shudder and I snapped.

But just as I was going to knock on the doorframe of the classroom, making up some excuse as to get Mia out of there, Mr G (finally) came to her rescue.

"Mia," he said as he looked up from a piece of paper that he had been writing on. Mia lifted her head slowly from her arms and even from where I was, I saw that her eyes were red and that she had obviously been crying, " can you take these," he picked up some papers, "to the office for me, please. I need them to be photocopied. All the information of how many I need of each, are on this note." He said as he placed the note that he had just been writing on top of the pile. "Take your things with you, since it might take awhile to get this stuff all copied, ok." She nodded as he spoke, not speaking as she picked up all her books and things and put them into her bag.

She walked up the aisle between the desks, tripping occasionally over unexpected feet suddenly appearing there. I was please to see Lars smacking the back of heads of several of the kids that had tried to trip Mia up.

She took the papers from Mr G without a word and walked out of her classroom and basically straight into me.

She staggered a little from the impact, causing me to reach out and steady her.

"Hey." I said, heart breaking slightly as she looked up at me, surprise written all over her tear-wet face.

"Hi." She said quietly as I brushed off bits of rubber and ripped up paper from her hair and school sweater. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Um, kinda got kicked out of class for picking a fight with Richter." I said as we started walking slowly towards the admin office.

She looked up at me again, this time in alarmed.

"Wh-what? Why?"I raised an eyebrow at her and she seemed to click on, for her eyes grew dark once more and she sniffed.

"Oh, that." she mumbled.

"Uh huh." I heard her sniff again and I felt my heart squeeze in response.

"Mia," I said as I wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to me, "this isn't your fault. They're just being immature."

"But I ruined the prom."

"No, you didn't." I sighed, "The strike is what ruined prom."

"A strike that was caused by what my grandmother did." She wailed miserably beside me.

Lars and I both shushed her, since even though we had notes to be out here, neither of us wanted for all of us to be caught out here, especially with Mia in the state that she was currently in.

"Yeah, but that still doesn't make this your fault. They're all being immature, selfish brats who don't know the real truth of the matter, only knowing what they want to know, not what really happened."

"Still…"

"Mia." I said, grabbing her shoulders, causing her to stop and gave her a little shake. "this-is-not-your-fault! Ok?"

She simply nodded glumly back at me and I sighed and kissed the top of her head. I heard her sniff again.

"This isn't just about prom, is it?" I guess and she shook her head and handed me a copy of the Special Supplementary Edition from The Atom. I read through it quickly before sighing.

"Lilly?" she nodded again with another sniff.

"'Former Friend.'" Mia quoted thickly.

I squeezed her close to me.

"Shush, it's ok. C'mon, you know how she gets about these things. She probably didn't mean it the way it sounds here."

She gave another sniff but nodded, giving me a little smile before we continued on to the admin office.

The ladies at Admin smiled widely as Mia and I handed them the papers that Mr G wanted to photocopied, not appearing overly bothered by the fact that Mia and I (and Lars) parked ourselves into some of the chairs in the foyer.

And that's where we stayed for basically the rest of first period.

"Do me a favour." I said as I walked Mia to her next class, after we had returned to Mr G's room to give him the photocopies, glaring at anyone who glared at Mia. "if someone pegs something at you, peg it back… and hard."

"Are you actually telling me to use violence?" Mia asked looking amused.

"Maybe."

"Then by telling me that, doesn't that then prove what my Grandmother said about you being a bad influence on me to be true?"

"Nope." I replied with a cheeky grin.

"How's that?"

"Because your grandmother was the one who said it." I said, pulling her into an empty stairwell.

"I should…" she trailed off as I kissed her mouth.

"I'll come by after this class and walk you to third period, ok?" she nodded. "Try not to let them get you down, ok?" I leant my forehead against hers.

"Ok."

"Good." I kissed her again. "Now, get to class." I said with mock seriousness, though in truth I didn't want to send her back out there, where all the stupid, hateful glares are, where stupid people are throwing crap at her.

I swear, if I could get away with it, I'd bang every single one of those stupid morons heads together.

I watched as she walked the rest of the way to her next class, Lars beating me to it with the whole 'must kill or at least maim' plan, when he deflected an apple core that had been hauled at Mia, right back at the thrower, hitting him square in the forehead.

I know I wasn't the only person who laughed at that.

The rest of the day was crap too. I mean, at least Jude was talking to us (Paul and me. Felix has decided that after his talk with Jude he'd take the rest of day off, since he wasn't feeling well after everything yesterday. I've been texting every hour or so, checking up on him, making sure he hasn't done anything stupid, like walked in front of a bus or something. He's fine, just hanging out with his techno-geek cousin in SoHo for the day.) again.

She and Paul seem to be getting along fine, though nothing between them was screaming out that they were going out or anything like that. But I guess this is due to the awkwardness of the past few weeks.

"Is Felix ok?" Paul asked me during computer graphics.

I looked at him in surprise, before nodding.

"Yeah, he is, he's just having he's senior skip day early."

"Lucky we don't have anymore finals this week." Paul replied and I nodded.

"Why did he do it?"

"What?"

"Give up on Jude?" I sighed heavily as he pointed at Jude who was sitting a few computers in front off, talking with a couple of girls in our class.

"Because he thinks that she deserves someone better than him." He just stared at me.

"I don't know. That's what he thinks and he thinks what happen yesterday backs him up."

"Oh yeah… that."

"You actually forgot that he almost beat you into a Cream of Wheat, didn't you?"

"Kinda…"

"How do you do that?" I asked him in disbelief.

He shrugged.

"It's a gift. And I didn't totally forget, he apologized this morning for what happened, you know, in a very Felix like apology."

"'I'm sorry, though I won't admit I'm wrong'" I quoted.

"Yeah, something like that, though he did actually admit that he was wrong, but he said everything so fast that really I only heard bits."

"He's like my sister, doesn't apologize often so that when she/he actually has to, they don't know how, so tend to rush it and make things, if possible even more awkward." I replied and Paul looked somewhat amused. Then he looked somewhat worried.

"What should I do?"

I sighed.

"Truth be told, I have no fucking idea. I just want us to get back to how we've been before all… this."

"Same. But, I still do like her."

"Then ask her out."

"What if she says no, because deep down she really likes Felix."

"Look," I said with a sigh, "you remember how the three of you gave me all that crap for not simply asking Mia out the moment I found out that I liked her? You guys just told me to bite the bullet and just ask her. Well, same advice, bite the bullet and just ask her."

He sighed heavily.

"Ok."

"Cool, good."

I thought that with this, my day might improve. It didn't, it got simply crapper, in a sort of interesting way.

It was at lunch that I discovered that Mia wasn't around anymore. I mean, I had walked her to third period, but hadn't been able to do so to her fourth, mainly because we were on opposite sides of the school, so I didn't see her then. But when I went for lunch, she wasn't there, anywhere.

I didn't bother asking my sister where she was and I couldn't ask any of Mia's friends because I didn't know where any of them were.

There are some real down side to having a girlfriend who is in a group of unpopular outcasts and not because they are either unpopular or outcast, but rather because they simply are. And because they are unpopular and outcasts, no one takes any notice of them, so that when you're searching for one of them, you can't find them because no one knows where they are since no one was paying them any attention so they can simply slip away without notice.

And yes, I did try her mobile but of course it was off.

I hunted all over the school for her, trying not to be too worried. You know, because she does have a six foot tall, heavily armed bodyguard following her about everywhere, so it's not like she's been dragged off and murdered in some secluded classroom, but still, you know, I worried.

I was just starting to think that maybe she was hiding out in the G&T closet (I don't know, I was getting desperate), so I went to check there.

But as soon as I did, I kinda wished I hadn't.

I don't take pleasure in walking into other people's make-out session. I don't take any pleasure in people walking in on Mia and mine make-out sessions either, as rare as they are, which is why I get kinda mad when we do get interrupted since I know it will be awhile again before we find another chance to do so.

So as soon as I opened the closet door, saw what was happening behind it, I immediately closed it again.

Only to open it again as I did a double take as to who was in there.

"Boris!"

I do admit, it was sort of amusing, watching the two of them jump apart as if I had tasered them or something, but I was too busy trying to get my head around what I was seeing. Way too much for one thing.

As I said before, I don't take any pleasure walking in on people making-out. And I wasn't even really what you would call surprise to see these two make-out, well, I guess I am, if only because it was so soon after Boris's globe encounter or maybe it's because of that, that this has happened.

"Wow," I couldn't help but say as the two of them tumbled out of the closet, "that was quick." I added to Boris who went the brightest shade of red I think I've seen him turn.

"Hey Tina," I said, turning my attention on to her, because surprise, surprise she was the girl that Boris had just been making-out with in the G&T closet before I rudely interrupted them.

"Hi Michael." She squeaked. She looked positively terrified to see me standing there in front of them.

I fought back the desire to roll my eyes and instead asked.

"Do you know where Mia is?"

"Oh," she looked relieved for a moment then worried, "she went home. Lars rang her Dad, said it was in her best interests and for her own safety that she should leave school, after the close call with a senior rugby player."

"He tried to hit her?" I asked with a snarl.

Tina's Bambi eyes widen again as she shook her head fiercely.

"Nnnoooo. He just threw a soda can at her with stunning accuracy."

"So he hit her!"

"NO! I mean, it would have, hit her, I mean, if it weren't for Lars. He stopped it from hitting her and that's when he decided that it was time to for her to go home."

"Right." I said with a sigh, going through the list of senior rugby players, trying to figure out who threw the can and then kill him. "Know who threw it?"

"N-no." she was so lying, but with a regretful sigh, I didn't push it.

"Where's Wahim?" I asked, suddenly aware that her bodyguard wasn't around.

"Oh," and Tina went red in the face again, but with pleasure this time, "he's across the hall, trying to sweep Mademoiselle Klein off her feet." She said dreamily.

Once again, I fought the desire to roll my eyes at her.

"But isn't she with Mr Wheeton?" I asked her, somewhat dryly.

"Oh yes, well, it'd be far more romantic if she got together with Wahim or maybe Lars. Oh, they could fight over her." she said with a squeal of delight, "That'd be so romantic!"

I glanced at Boris who went a little red in the face but he looked, for the first time, in a long, long time, to be happy. Really happy. I don't actually think I've seen him this happy in all the time I saw him with Lil.

Well, I guess I was right about Boris and Tina being better together then Lil and Boris.

It was then, as Tina continued to gush over how romantic it would be for the two bodyguards to fight over Mademoiselle Klein that I noticed that she and Boris were holding hands.

"Ok, well," I said, starting to back away from the two of them. I mean, Lil calls Mia and I sickening together, but we're nothing compared to these two! They just have sickeningly sweet written all over them, "I'm gonna… I'm gonna go and… yeah."

"Um, Michael." Boris said, though he looked relieved that I was going. I mean, is just me or were the two of them backing slowly back into the closet? "What about class?"

"Huh?"

"Um, G&T is in, like," he glanced at his watch and pouted slightly, "five minutes."

"Yeah, well I need to get my stuff. Bye you two." And I bolted as fast as I could out of there.

"What's with you?" Paul asked when he saw me with my head my locker, shuddering.

"Cute overload." I replied, trying to get over the nauseousness that seeing Boris and Tina, together, had caused.

"What?"

"Cute overload?"

"You and Mia?"

"No… Boris and Tina."

Paul didn't look too surprise to hear that. But then, he was, after all, the one who put the whole them two being good together conclusion into my head in the first place.

"Did you catch them kissing?" he asked.

"More like making-out."

"You ok with that?"

"What?" I gave him a weird look.

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Well, he did date your sister for, what? Six-seven months."

"Eight." I corrected and he looked momentarily amazed. I mean, wouldn't you be? To hear that a guy, like Boris Pelkowski, was still alive after dating my sister for eight months? I know, I'm still trying to figure out how he got out of it alive.

"Ok eight then. You don't feel weird or any kind of brotherly protectiveness knowing that Boris is over your sister so quick?"

"Nope. After how she's treated him these last few days and basically the whole time that they were together, I don't. If anything, I'm happy for him."

"Cool. Well, see you later then." He said and waved as he headed for his next class.

With a sigh and another shudder, I headed back for the G&T classroom, where I heard someone scream "how could you!" that sounded a lot like my sister.

Seconds later, I was proven right as she came bolting out of the G&T classroom. Guess she or someone else while she was in there, discovered Boris and Tina in the supply closet.

"Lilly!" I heard Tina weakly call after my sister who was barrelling towards me.

I tried to sidestep her, but she still collided with me, causing me to stagger backwards a little.

"Oi," I gasped, completely winded, "What's your problem?"

Lil scowled at me and I was surprised to actually see tears in her eyes. Though if they were tears of pain or humiliation, I couldn't tell because she shoved past me and stormed down the hall.

"Lil, class!" I called after her, not expecting a response. But I got one anyway. Not looking back, Lil made a rude hand gesture back at me.

"Charming." I said rolling my eyes after her, before turning to where Tina and Boris were standing behind me, and behind them the rest of the G&T class peered after Lil with degrees of amusement.

Boris and Tina on the other hand, didn't look amused. Not even close, in fact both looked horrified and insanely guilty over being found out by Lil.

"Stop feeling guilty, you both did nothing wrong besides knock Lil's ego down a few notches, which isn't a bad thing and needs to be done from time to time." I told them. They looked up at me hesitantly. "I mean it," I further assured them, "neither of you have done anything wrong, seriously."

"Ok-ay." They both said slowly, looking at each other then after Lil. Then back at each other

"Right, Ok, I'm going to class. See you there Boris." I said quickly as I darted around them, because they were getting these sorts of puppy-dog looks about as they stared at each other.

I walked to class shuddering, super cute overload. If Mia and I ever act like those two, I'll actually give Lil permission to shoot us both.

Or maybe just me, because the thought of Mia being dead actually makes me feel quite ill, like seriously.

Ok, maybe not shoot us, but possibly kick our ankles to smithereens Yeah, that's better.

I need serious help.

When I went home that afternoon, I found that I was the only person there besides Maya, who greeted me with a smile before continuing with her work. I was a little surprised that it was only Maya and me home, since I knew Lil hadn't gone to any of her afternoon classes (Tina informed me of this when school finished. She and Boris still looked quite guilty over the whole thing 'Lil finding them in a closet together and making-out', even though personally I think Lil deserved it. I mean, Hello, has there been better irony then this? It was, in some ways, the best way Lil could have found out about them, by finding them in a closet, making-out. Gods, she must be so pissed!), I thought that she may have come home in a huff, pretending to be sick to get past Maya's interrogations as to why she wasn't at school.

I wasn't sure where she in fact was, but I guessed probably somewhere where Jangbu was. It seemed to be a safe bet. Though, of course, I turned out to be wrong about that.

She was in fact over at Mia's for a good chunk of the afternoon, asking for forgiveness for all the grief she had given Mia this week and to rant about Boris and Tina getting together.

"I can't believe she forgave you." I said as we set the table waiting for Mom and Dad to come home so that we could eat Maya's delicious dinner. They were quite late, for them. They're usually home around six, but it was almost seven.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Lil demanded as she laid out knives and forks.

"Um, let me think. Ah, well to start with there's that article in The Atom about Prom being cancelled and you saying that the whole cause behind the prom being cancelled and for the strike and whatever else you were blaming on her, was all Mia's fault."

"I said her grandmother's fault." Lil snapped.

"Nope, well you did, but you still said it was Mia's fault too." I said as I pulled out The Atom from my pant's pocket, where I had crumbled it up in disgust earlier today.

Lil made a lunge for it but I held it out of her reach, quoting as I moved around the dinner table to avoid her.

"'It's all Mia's fault. Or at least her grandmother's.'" I quoted back at her in disgust. "Do you know how much crap she had to deal with today because of this dumb article, because of what you wrote, her 'former friend'." I spat at her. "Seriously Lil, why would you say all that? Calling her your 'former friend' and saying that this was all her fault? Do you know how much you hurt her?"

"She's fine." Lil said, sounding dismissive about the whole thing.

"No, she isn't, Lil. God, how can you be so blind? How can you not see how much you've hurt both Mia and Boris this past week, with everything that you done to them and put them through? And now you have the nerve to actually be pissed off at Boris for moving on to Tina. What the hell is your problem?"

"That's what we'd like to know?" Lil and I both jumped at the sound of Mom's voice. Oosps… Oh god, how long had they been standing there? I mean, as much as I think Lil deserves to punished for all that she's done this past week, punishment by our parents is harsh. Spending hours on end being psychoanalysed and by your parents, trust me, is the worse kind of punishment that is out there.

"Right," I said, moving as fast as I possible could away from my sister, who shot me a 'don't you dare leave me with them' look to which I returned with 'you brought this upon yourself, the only person you can blame for this is you' and our parents who seemed to not mind my sudden departure from the room.

"I've got to take Mia's homework to her. Bye." I said and bolted from the room, which I seemed to have done a lot today.

Now if I thought I could find some sort of solitude or sanctuary when I reached Mia's, I was terribly, terribly wrong. The cherry for this crappy day was waiting there when I arrived.

I knocked on her door, wondering why no one had answered the downstairs buzzer, though it was only a brief thought for at that moment, the door was flung open by a very flushed, thoroughly fed up with everything Mia, who looked at me with a look that clearly read 'you weren't who I was expecting or hoping for but you'll do', which, of course, did wonders for my ego. That is, until I saw who was sitting at the kitchen table glaring at us beneath purple tattoo eyelids.

I looked in slight terror from Mia's grandmother to Mia then back again.

Mia nodded her head slowly, with a 'get me out of here' expression now written all over her face.

"Um, hey." I managed to say, noting Clarisse look of disgust as she looked me up and down from where she was sitting at the table.

"Hey."

"Here's your homework from the classes that you missed today." I said as I handed her, her schoolwork. "Tina gave them to me." I explained when she looked from them to me questioning.

"Ah." She said as she flicked through the pages of work that she had to do, "thanks."

I was dying to ask her why the hell her grandmother was staying at hers. I mean, I know there's that whole strike thing going on that Clarisse's more or less caused, but the people at the Plaza wouldn't really kick her out, would they?

"I'll explain tomorrow." Mia promised me and with a sigh, I said bye and goodnight to her, since I knew, what with her grandmother being there, that I wouldn't be able to go in nor get a kiss goodbye.

Gods, when was the last time Mia and I have kissed without some kind of interruption?

….

Ok, this is depressing.

Author's Note: Ok, so that was chapter 9. Hehehe, you can see that I had fun with this chapter huh? I don't know why I wrote in half the stuff that I did in this chapter, like the Mia/Michael scene that wasn't in the book, Michael's almost fight with Josh (Did anyone actually want them to fight?) and Michael stumbling upon Boris and Tina in the G&T supply closet. None of these things happened in the book, but I still felt like writing them into this fic anyway. I mean, what the hell, why not? It adds to the story and makes it orginal... I just hope that on the off, off, off chance that Meg ever reads these fics, I haven't offended her in anyway and that she is happy with how I portray her character in these fiscs.
By the way, I'm almost finished writing book 5 (YAY!). I'm up to writing The Prom, so another chapter or two and I'll be done and starting book 6.
Is everyone ok with the name 'Sixfeet Under SkinnerBx' as book 6 title?
Anyway, hope to hear from you all soon.
Bye for now.