A/N: Wow. more reviews every time I look. I feel so loved ::grins and
beams with loved-ness:: So. I wrote another chapter. This is incredibly
hard for me to do, as there is only one more chapter after this one in The
Pugcess Diaries. Thanks to everyone who's helping me decide what to do
next; I'm hearing a lot more "Michael!" than anything else, so I may
venture into that. I actually BOUGHT TPD2 today; previously, I'd only read
it a couple of times in those incredibly cushy chairs they have at Barnes &
Noble and Chapters (now Chapters/Indigo) since I read it once in Canada and
once in the US. international reader! That's me! Okay, so anyway. I think
I'm going to write some sort of intermezzo to bridge my two stories
together, and I'll probably just retitle this story and use it to hold
everything, just 'cause it's more convenient for me that way. Okay, I'm
really starting to ramble here, so I'll move on! :)
Thanks to Calliope, Blondie, cat, Bookworm, whats_their_name, anonymous, and Mellie for reviewing Chapter 13. I really appreciate that you take what little time it is to click that box and write me a little note. the rest of you may consider doing that after this chapter!
Now I'm REALLY going to the story!
~*Saturday, October 18*~
Have you ever watched one of those movies where everything seems to go perfectly and all the main character can do is sit there, smile, and sigh? And you think, "This could never happen in real life. Let's get some realism into Hollywood"?
Well, right now, I'm sitting here smiling, sighing, and promising myself never to be cynical about those movies again. How long do I think that promise will last? Probably two hours at best.
But tonight was PERFECT.
I'm SO glad I finally got up the nerve to ask Boris to go to the dance with me. He was so sweet, not anything like Josh was to Mia (but I'll get into that later!). He didn't even have a sweater on that he could have tucked into his pants.
Michael decided to tag along, which I might have hated a couple of weeks ago but was perfectly fine tonight. It was nice having someone old enough to drive so that we didn't have to take the subway, which we wound up doing anyway :) Ah, the cultural experiences to be found in New York City!
We found this little restaurant in the Village to eat at, which made it interesting and inexpensive. The food was, quite surprisingly, delicious, which made me wonder why there weren't thousands of people packed in there. I couldn't help but wonder how Mia was faring at Tavern on the Green, either.
After dinner, we went to everyone's favorite place, Albert Einstein High School. You know, it's not such a bad place at night, when there are no lockers to be slammed in your face and the decorations committee has wreaked such havoc on the "ballroom" you have to burst out laughing. I was quite enjoying making fun of the decorations with Tina until we saw the limo pull up. Knowing that Mia was there, I had this sudden inclination to watch, so strong that I couldn't stop my eyes from fixing on the grand arrival. Something like throwing salt in a wound, I suppose.
I expected a regal arrival, Mia doing her part for the press despite Josh and his general idiocy. What I got was quite different, though perhaps much more satisfying. A failed kiss, a slap in the face, a press field day; it all seemed like something from a movie. And, quite frankly, it was wonderful to see Josh Richter go down in flames in front of the whole school, though the whole scene shocked me somewhat, considering that Mia is not normally the most aggressive person.
Surely, however, it shocked Mia more when I went over with Tina to see if she was okay. It was, even for me, a pretty gutsy thing to do, I judged by the odd sinking feeling in my stomach. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I was nervous.
Lilly Moscovitz does NOT get nervous. Not ever.
No matter what I felt, I'm glad I got over it. Mia and I are finally friends again, much to both of our relief. Fighting was too hard.
Mia abandoned Josh, or Josh abandoned Mia, or perhaps both, and she was a bit crestfallen about it at first. Luckily, I can help cheer anyone up. I choose, however, to use this talent rarely because there are some people I really like to see suffer for a while.
Mia is especially easy to cheer.
All I had to do was tell her that Michael was there, and she was off like a rocket. Figuratively, of course, because we all went with her. We talked about some really stupid stuff, like Star Trek and replicators, but none of that mattered to Mia. She's incredibly obvious in her head-over-heels crush on Michael.
Michael seemed pretty oblivious to the stupidity of the conversation as well, if that implies anything to you.
I know I said if they ever got together, it would have to be over my dead body, but. I take it back now. They DO kind of make a cute couple.
I can't believe I just said that.
In other victories of the night, Lilly Tells It Like It Is is coming back! Tina has decided that the library is a perfectly good resource for those trashy romance novels she reads, so she'll use her gigantic allowance to fund my show.
I'm so happy. Not only does this mean I have my show back, but I also have achieved a rather large personal victory over my parents and can continue in pursuit of Norman, my foot-loving fiendish "friend".
I've got my show back, AND I've got my best friend back. Not only that, my best friend will be ON my show in the next episode. If only I could hook her up with my brother, I think we'd all be in perfect, blissful happiness.
Now, all of my friends and their dates and my brother and I are headed over to my apartment in Tina's limo. I don't know how I'm going to be able to handle having TWO friends with limos and chauffeurs.
Right now, I'm going to say something I thought my sarcastic, cynical soul would never utter.
I don't think life gets much better than this.
And if it does, I'm not sure I want it to. I'm enjoying this, just as it is.
A/N: Agh! Only one more chapter! Sunday. the last day! PLEASE review this, or flame me, or whatever you feel appropriate. I just want to hear from you and know that this story is reaching people beyond my computer! Also. I reposted Chapter 13 today because my buddy Mellie was so kind as to point out all of my horrible typos and mental errors. Note to self: Don't write chapters too late at night any more.
Thanks to Calliope, Blondie, cat, Bookworm, whats_their_name, anonymous, and Mellie for reviewing Chapter 13. I really appreciate that you take what little time it is to click that box and write me a little note. the rest of you may consider doing that after this chapter!
Now I'm REALLY going to the story!
~*Saturday, October 18*~
Have you ever watched one of those movies where everything seems to go perfectly and all the main character can do is sit there, smile, and sigh? And you think, "This could never happen in real life. Let's get some realism into Hollywood"?
Well, right now, I'm sitting here smiling, sighing, and promising myself never to be cynical about those movies again. How long do I think that promise will last? Probably two hours at best.
But tonight was PERFECT.
I'm SO glad I finally got up the nerve to ask Boris to go to the dance with me. He was so sweet, not anything like Josh was to Mia (but I'll get into that later!). He didn't even have a sweater on that he could have tucked into his pants.
Michael decided to tag along, which I might have hated a couple of weeks ago but was perfectly fine tonight. It was nice having someone old enough to drive so that we didn't have to take the subway, which we wound up doing anyway :) Ah, the cultural experiences to be found in New York City!
We found this little restaurant in the Village to eat at, which made it interesting and inexpensive. The food was, quite surprisingly, delicious, which made me wonder why there weren't thousands of people packed in there. I couldn't help but wonder how Mia was faring at Tavern on the Green, either.
After dinner, we went to everyone's favorite place, Albert Einstein High School. You know, it's not such a bad place at night, when there are no lockers to be slammed in your face and the decorations committee has wreaked such havoc on the "ballroom" you have to burst out laughing. I was quite enjoying making fun of the decorations with Tina until we saw the limo pull up. Knowing that Mia was there, I had this sudden inclination to watch, so strong that I couldn't stop my eyes from fixing on the grand arrival. Something like throwing salt in a wound, I suppose.
I expected a regal arrival, Mia doing her part for the press despite Josh and his general idiocy. What I got was quite different, though perhaps much more satisfying. A failed kiss, a slap in the face, a press field day; it all seemed like something from a movie. And, quite frankly, it was wonderful to see Josh Richter go down in flames in front of the whole school, though the whole scene shocked me somewhat, considering that Mia is not normally the most aggressive person.
Surely, however, it shocked Mia more when I went over with Tina to see if she was okay. It was, even for me, a pretty gutsy thing to do, I judged by the odd sinking feeling in my stomach. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I was nervous.
Lilly Moscovitz does NOT get nervous. Not ever.
No matter what I felt, I'm glad I got over it. Mia and I are finally friends again, much to both of our relief. Fighting was too hard.
Mia abandoned Josh, or Josh abandoned Mia, or perhaps both, and she was a bit crestfallen about it at first. Luckily, I can help cheer anyone up. I choose, however, to use this talent rarely because there are some people I really like to see suffer for a while.
Mia is especially easy to cheer.
All I had to do was tell her that Michael was there, and she was off like a rocket. Figuratively, of course, because we all went with her. We talked about some really stupid stuff, like Star Trek and replicators, but none of that mattered to Mia. She's incredibly obvious in her head-over-heels crush on Michael.
Michael seemed pretty oblivious to the stupidity of the conversation as well, if that implies anything to you.
I know I said if they ever got together, it would have to be over my dead body, but. I take it back now. They DO kind of make a cute couple.
I can't believe I just said that.
In other victories of the night, Lilly Tells It Like It Is is coming back! Tina has decided that the library is a perfectly good resource for those trashy romance novels she reads, so she'll use her gigantic allowance to fund my show.
I'm so happy. Not only does this mean I have my show back, but I also have achieved a rather large personal victory over my parents and can continue in pursuit of Norman, my foot-loving fiendish "friend".
I've got my show back, AND I've got my best friend back. Not only that, my best friend will be ON my show in the next episode. If only I could hook her up with my brother, I think we'd all be in perfect, blissful happiness.
Now, all of my friends and their dates and my brother and I are headed over to my apartment in Tina's limo. I don't know how I'm going to be able to handle having TWO friends with limos and chauffeurs.
Right now, I'm going to say something I thought my sarcastic, cynical soul would never utter.
I don't think life gets much better than this.
And if it does, I'm not sure I want it to. I'm enjoying this, just as it is.
A/N: Agh! Only one more chapter! Sunday. the last day! PLEASE review this, or flame me, or whatever you feel appropriate. I just want to hear from you and know that this story is reaching people beyond my computer! Also. I reposted Chapter 13 today because my buddy Mellie was so kind as to point out all of my horrible typos and mental errors. Note to self: Don't write chapters too late at night any more.
