I really liked writing this fic, I think it's really funny, so I hope you all like it as much as I do.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
Thanks for reviewing everyone, and sorry for calling you a munchkin Melissa! Lol.
Now, on with the story, and don't we all love a hot guy in spandex???
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It was Michael! And he was dressed as... Superman!
I was wrong earlier when I'd said seeing Lana was the funniest thing I'd ever seen, because seeing Michael clad in skintight lycra was hilarious. But also incredibly sexy.
Michael put his arm around me and said to Lana, "Hi, Lana, dressed as a woman of the night I see. How ingenious. But don't you think you could have dressed up for the occasion? You know, like worn a costume?"
Ouch. If I wasn't so busy trying to keep from hyperventilating due to the fact that Michael Moscovitz not only had his arm around my waist, but was also pretending to be my boyfriend, I would have laughed out loud.
Lana apparently did not find Michael's jest as funny as I did though. She "Hmph"-ed, then turned on her stiletto heels and stormed over to where Josh was.
I turned to Michael, "Um, thanks for that. You didn't have to, you know."
"Aw, come on. It was fun! How could I not?"
"No, I mean, you didn't have to pretend to be my boyfriend."
Oh God, was that even what he'd done? Or did he just call me 'darling' and put his arm around my waist for the 'fun' of it?
"No probs, Thermopolis. It's not as if our costumes don't match anyway. Although you know, you looked more like a damsel in distress than Wonder Woman."
"Yeah? Well you looked more like a knight in shining armour than Superman."
"Touche. Do you want some punch?"
"Uh, sure. Thanks."
Michael left to get some drinks from the refreshment table, and as soon as he'd gone, Tina and Lilly came rushing up to me.
Tina was ecstatic, "Oh my God, Mia! What just happened?" she cried.
Lilly on the other hand did not seem as happy, "Did my brother just have his arm around you?" she demanded to know.
"Kinda... he was just doing me a favour my pretending to be my boyfriend in front of Lana. That's all."
"Just pretending, huh? Yeah right." Lilly said.
What did that mean?
But before I could find out what it meant Michael sauntered back over with out drinks.
"Nice costume, dorkus." Lilly said to him as he passed me my punch.
"Yeah, well the costume shop accidentally gave my Darth Vader costume to someone else, so at late notice it was either this or the purple Teletubby (A/N: Apparently the Purlpe Teletubby is gay). What are you supposed to be anyway?"
Lilly was wearing a black, lacy slip and a fake beard. "Hello?" she said. "I'm a Freudian Slip."
"Riiiiiight..." Michael said looking at her strangely.
"Urgh, whatever, Michael. Come on, Tina. Let's leave these two love birds alone."
Thanks, Lilly. Because calling us lovebirds isn't embarrassing for me!
Once Tina and Lilly had retreated back to the dance floor, Michael and I just sat there in silence for a good minute.
How embarrassing! If we really were a couple, as Lana was supposed to believe, we wouldn't be sitting here in silence. Maybe we should... dance? But can I really ask him to dance with me after what he's already done for me? It would be like torture, although we did dance at the last dance. And he could always say no.
"Do you want to dance?"
Michael looked down at his costume, "Well, I wasn't exactly planning to have to dance in this thing. But, sure. We are supposed to be dating after all. And Lana hasn't stopped staring at us, so we may as well give her something to look at."
We found a spot in the middle of the dance floor and started swaying to the music. It was weird at first for us both, because we were both wearing skintight lycra costumes!
But it was so nice, just slowly swaying to the music with Michael's arms wrapped around me.
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, not until Michael said in my ear, "I love you, Mia."
WHAT??? Did he just say what I think he just said?
Surely I must have fallen asleep, this is a dream, it's a fantasy. It's NOT real. Or is it?
"Urgh!" I heard someone next to me say.
I stopped freaking out long enough to turn my head to see Lana and Josh dancing next to us. Lana was desperately trying to steer them away from Michael and I.
As soon as they were out of ear shot Michael started laughing and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You should have seen the look on her face. It was classic."
Oh, so it had just been an act. What am I talking about? Of course it was an act, as if Michael Moscovitz was really in love with me! Ha! I wish.
We danced for a few more minutes, but then the music changed to a fast song so we went and sat back down.
The night pretty much continued like that, we danced to the slow ones, and sat down and talked with everyone through the fast ones.
When the DJ finally announced the last song, a slow one, and everyone got up to dance, I took the opportunity to talk to Michael. Alone.
"Um," I started. "I just wanted to thankyou, Michael. For all you've done for me tonight. I'm sure you would have rathered been doing something else all night, even bowling or whatever, but thanks. I really appreciate it."
"Don't mention it, Mia."
Huh, he never calls me Mia.
"It was fun," he continued. "Didn't you have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't make such a bad boyfriend!" Ha! That was the understatement of the century.
Michael didn't answer, he just looked at me strangely, then he leaned forward and kissed me.
On the lips.
I guess Lana must have been watching, because he didn't pull away, and neither did I, for a good while.
When he finally pulled back, I was speechless, "What was... I mean, was Lana watching or something?" I asked.
Michael shook his head, "No, she left with Josh about ten minutes ago."
"Then... then why did you... I mean, you don't have to pretend any more, not if Lana's not here."
"Who says I was pretending?" Michael said softly. Then he seemed to snap back to reality, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm such an idiot. I'm just going to leave."
He stood up to go but I called him back, "Wait, what do you mean you weren't pretending any more? And why did you kiss me if Lana wasn't watching?" I seriously had no clue what was happening.
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, looking embarrassed.
"Not to me it's not."
"Well, I like you, Mia. I mean, I more than like you. Let's just say that I wasn't lying when I said what I said on the dance floor in front of Lana before. But it doesn't matter. I'm sorry."
He turned to leave again but I jumped up and grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning him around.
Then I kissed him.
And he kissed me back.
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There we go. Now if you liked it, let me know by hitting that review button! And if you didn't, hit it anyway!
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
Thanks for reviewing everyone, and sorry for calling you a munchkin Melissa! Lol.
Now, on with the story, and don't we all love a hot guy in spandex???
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It was Michael! And he was dressed as... Superman!
I was wrong earlier when I'd said seeing Lana was the funniest thing I'd ever seen, because seeing Michael clad in skintight lycra was hilarious. But also incredibly sexy.
Michael put his arm around me and said to Lana, "Hi, Lana, dressed as a woman of the night I see. How ingenious. But don't you think you could have dressed up for the occasion? You know, like worn a costume?"
Ouch. If I wasn't so busy trying to keep from hyperventilating due to the fact that Michael Moscovitz not only had his arm around my waist, but was also pretending to be my boyfriend, I would have laughed out loud.
Lana apparently did not find Michael's jest as funny as I did though. She "Hmph"-ed, then turned on her stiletto heels and stormed over to where Josh was.
I turned to Michael, "Um, thanks for that. You didn't have to, you know."
"Aw, come on. It was fun! How could I not?"
"No, I mean, you didn't have to pretend to be my boyfriend."
Oh God, was that even what he'd done? Or did he just call me 'darling' and put his arm around my waist for the 'fun' of it?
"No probs, Thermopolis. It's not as if our costumes don't match anyway. Although you know, you looked more like a damsel in distress than Wonder Woman."
"Yeah? Well you looked more like a knight in shining armour than Superman."
"Touche. Do you want some punch?"
"Uh, sure. Thanks."
Michael left to get some drinks from the refreshment table, and as soon as he'd gone, Tina and Lilly came rushing up to me.
Tina was ecstatic, "Oh my God, Mia! What just happened?" she cried.
Lilly on the other hand did not seem as happy, "Did my brother just have his arm around you?" she demanded to know.
"Kinda... he was just doing me a favour my pretending to be my boyfriend in front of Lana. That's all."
"Just pretending, huh? Yeah right." Lilly said.
What did that mean?
But before I could find out what it meant Michael sauntered back over with out drinks.
"Nice costume, dorkus." Lilly said to him as he passed me my punch.
"Yeah, well the costume shop accidentally gave my Darth Vader costume to someone else, so at late notice it was either this or the purple Teletubby (A/N: Apparently the Purlpe Teletubby is gay). What are you supposed to be anyway?"
Lilly was wearing a black, lacy slip and a fake beard. "Hello?" she said. "I'm a Freudian Slip."
"Riiiiiight..." Michael said looking at her strangely.
"Urgh, whatever, Michael. Come on, Tina. Let's leave these two love birds alone."
Thanks, Lilly. Because calling us lovebirds isn't embarrassing for me!
Once Tina and Lilly had retreated back to the dance floor, Michael and I just sat there in silence for a good minute.
How embarrassing! If we really were a couple, as Lana was supposed to believe, we wouldn't be sitting here in silence. Maybe we should... dance? But can I really ask him to dance with me after what he's already done for me? It would be like torture, although we did dance at the last dance. And he could always say no.
"Do you want to dance?"
Michael looked down at his costume, "Well, I wasn't exactly planning to have to dance in this thing. But, sure. We are supposed to be dating after all. And Lana hasn't stopped staring at us, so we may as well give her something to look at."
We found a spot in the middle of the dance floor and started swaying to the music. It was weird at first for us both, because we were both wearing skintight lycra costumes!
But it was so nice, just slowly swaying to the music with Michael's arms wrapped around me.
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, not until Michael said in my ear, "I love you, Mia."
WHAT??? Did he just say what I think he just said?
Surely I must have fallen asleep, this is a dream, it's a fantasy. It's NOT real. Or is it?
"Urgh!" I heard someone next to me say.
I stopped freaking out long enough to turn my head to see Lana and Josh dancing next to us. Lana was desperately trying to steer them away from Michael and I.
As soon as they were out of ear shot Michael started laughing and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You should have seen the look on her face. It was classic."
Oh, so it had just been an act. What am I talking about? Of course it was an act, as if Michael Moscovitz was really in love with me! Ha! I wish.
We danced for a few more minutes, but then the music changed to a fast song so we went and sat back down.
The night pretty much continued like that, we danced to the slow ones, and sat down and talked with everyone through the fast ones.
When the DJ finally announced the last song, a slow one, and everyone got up to dance, I took the opportunity to talk to Michael. Alone.
"Um," I started. "I just wanted to thankyou, Michael. For all you've done for me tonight. I'm sure you would have rathered been doing something else all night, even bowling or whatever, but thanks. I really appreciate it."
"Don't mention it, Mia."
Huh, he never calls me Mia.
"It was fun," he continued. "Didn't you have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't make such a bad boyfriend!" Ha! That was the understatement of the century.
Michael didn't answer, he just looked at me strangely, then he leaned forward and kissed me.
On the lips.
I guess Lana must have been watching, because he didn't pull away, and neither did I, for a good while.
When he finally pulled back, I was speechless, "What was... I mean, was Lana watching or something?" I asked.
Michael shook his head, "No, she left with Josh about ten minutes ago."
"Then... then why did you... I mean, you don't have to pretend any more, not if Lana's not here."
"Who says I was pretending?" Michael said softly. Then he seemed to snap back to reality, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm such an idiot. I'm just going to leave."
He stood up to go but I called him back, "Wait, what do you mean you weren't pretending any more? And why did you kiss me if Lana wasn't watching?" I seriously had no clue what was happening.
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, looking embarrassed.
"Not to me it's not."
"Well, I like you, Mia. I mean, I more than like you. Let's just say that I wasn't lying when I said what I said on the dance floor in front of Lana before. But it doesn't matter. I'm sorry."
He turned to leave again but I jumped up and grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning him around.
Then I kissed him.
And he kissed me back.
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There we go. Now if you liked it, let me know by hitting that review button! And if you didn't, hit it anyway!