~*Monday, October 6*~



Today was a boring day. I don't even know why I'm writing. We had a test in Mr. Gianini's class. It was easy--just the quadratic formula and stuff. I think Mia was cheating, though. she was all antsy and secretive, like she usually is when she's up to something illegal. Not that that happens very often, though. Okay, never mind, she must not have cheated, because she failed the test and Mr. G. wants her in for a tutor session after school. I think that her stress is due to her father being back. I mean, this whole driver thing is driving ME insane, and I only get a ride to school! The poor child. her father's only child, now that he's sterile.



Actually, Mia's whole family is pretty scary. We were discussing both of our families this morning on the way to school in her dad's limo. The conversation went something like this:

Me: "Your dad's really taking this whole infertility thing too far. Just because he can't have any more children doesn't mean that he should put so much pressure and lavish so many gifts upon you."

Mia: (snappishly) "Oh, give me a break. My dad's always been like this. He's almost as bad as my grandmother."

Me: "There you go. Bad genes. Your grandmother really is delusional, though. All that purple? She must think she's Anastasia or something."

Mia: "Whatever. At least my mom's normal. Your whole family is psychotic in their own little psychoanalyst way."

Me: "Yeah, okay, so my parents are kind of psycho. But you know what Tolstoy said: 'Happy families are all alike.'"

Mia: (interrupting most rudely) "God, Lilly, you read too much. At least your brother and his webzine are a semi-normal force in your family."

Me: "Michael? Give me a break. Just because YOU are madly in love with him doesn't mean that the REST of us are. Michael's about the oddest thing the Moscovitz family has ever seen."

Mia: (defensively) "I am NOT madly in love with your brother. (Mutters something that sounds something like "But he does have a nice stomach")"

Me: "WHAT??? What did you just say?"

Mia: "Uh. nothing."

Then Sven, or whatever the guy's name is, pulled up in front of good old Albert Einstein, and we had to go to school. A big poster outside reminded me that I had to ask Boris to the Cultural Diversity Dance soon. To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I've waited so long to do it. You and I both know I'm not one to procrastinate. And I'm certainly not scared of him saying no. I mean, me, Lilly Moscovitz, scared of rejection? Of course not! I'd just let it roll right off.



Seriously.



I mean it.





I really, really do.





Okay, maybe not.



Maybe I'm just a little bit scared.





Okay, a lot.





What if he DOES say no? What would I do? After defending him and his violin for so long to Mia and Michael and everyone else on the Stuff-Boris- in-the-Closet-During-G-&-T-Class Committee, which is virtually our whole class, what would I do if he rejected me?





Oh, God.





How can I ask him now? Just writing about this makes me even more scared. Now I know why Michael (a) never kept a journal and (b) never dated any one.

Maybe my big brother is smarter than I thought.

Nah. No way.

A/N: Okay. There you go. My new chapter. I've got another one, and here's the way we're gonna play with this one. Do you see that little box at the bottom of the page? Click on it and review, okay? Right now, there are 32 reviews on the first 5 chapters. When that number is 45, I'll post my new chapter, okay? Good stuff.

Thanks to Ax, Squin, Lavender Ice, Cousin It, Gothic Valley Girl, and angellinda for reviewing Chapter Five.