like the last ch? hope u did! here's the new one.. thx for the reviews!
too upset - i'm not trying to ruin he michael-mia fantasy romance. Why? bcuz dis is only a fic! to be more specific my fic..my rules! hahaha besides i like pairing up odd couples..
hannah gray- i'm fine if u dont like it.. der r other ppl who would like my story anyway and it's ur opinion i highly respect dat
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There were still a few days till their winter vacation was over. Michael worked on Crackhead most of the time and chatting with Mia. Sometimes he would go out with the Computer club and they would just hang out somewhere. He made an effort trying not to think or discuss the night with Lana with anyone. He tried to stay as casually calm as possible. But at night when all the lights are off the scent of Lana would pop out of nowhere.
Lana stayed home all week crying. Her parents were of course back from vacation. They tried cheering her up by offering her to go on a limitless shopping. It didn't work of course. She just stayed in her room crying and crying all day and night. She was both angry and sad. She threw all of Josh's pictures and gifts away. But as she did all this stuff she cried in sadness too because Josh was a big part of her life. Her eyes got all puffy and red with all the crying she did. That's when she finally decided to cast herself out from society. Without Josh nothing mattered anymore. Besides without Josh she would be nothing..Even if she was a cheerleader she had to admit she was also somehow only using Josh to be more popular. But not that they have broken up they would all think she was wrong and Josh was right, as always. She cried and cried for hours and didn't even bother going down to eat or answere phone calls.
Around 9:30 in the evening Lana was awakened by an annoying beeping kind of sound. 'What in the world?!'. Lana sat up rubbing her puffy, red eyes. Her vision was a bit of blurry for a moment then she looked around her room and heard the noise from her computer. She stood up with her messed-up blonde hair. It's the kind of hair that when she will never get to be seen in public with. But does it even matter what she looked like now? Now that Josh is gone? He opened her monitor and a flashing IM appeared. 'Who the hell?'. She clicked on it and started typing.
XxChrLdrChickxX: Who the hell r u?
CracKing: Just ur friendly neighbor...
XxChrLdrChickxX: i'm serious..who the hell r u?how did u get my sn?
CracKing: Weenerburger? Serious? Ohh..Pigs r flying
XxChrLdrChickxX: Moscobitch?
Despite of their cloud 9 experience last night it seems that thing hadn't seem to change.
CracKing: So there is brain in that airhead of yours..interesting
XxChrLdrChickxX: what do want?
CracKing: no need to get hostile..just bored
XxChrLdrChickxX: well u can take ur boredness somewhere else..i'm not in the mood.
CracKing: PMS?
XxChrLdrChickxX: shut up..i gtg
CracKing: wait...
XxChrLdrChickxX: wat?
CracKing: nvm..later..and nyt
Lana signed off and went back to her bed and hugged her stuff duck named 'Mr. Bubbles'.She fell asleep thinking about Josh. 'How will I survive highschool without Josh?!' Then an idea suddenly popped in her head. She needs to do a little bit of shopping tommorrow.
Michael worked on Crackhead and chatted with some of the computer club members. 'No Mia..' He was about to give in and give up when an email appeared. He immediately opened the window and read it.
Michael,
Hey! It's me Mia! Sorry for not talking with you for a while. I've just been really busy here in Genovia. I've been going to talk shows, schools and malls. Who would've thought that Mia Thermopolis would someday be this popular? LOL. I'll call you okay? See you! Love you! and of course MISS YOU!
Mia
It didn't matter if it was just a short email. For Michael it was the most amazing thing ever typed in the history. He copy and paste it on a notepad them printed it. He knew he was getting a bit overboard but Mia was the only reason to live right now. H finally turned the computer off and hugged the paper with Mia's email on it. He hugged it all night almost feeling Mia close to him. Michael fell asleep with a crumpled piece of paper in his arms. Hugging it like it was the world's greatest treasure..Well, actually it was for Michael.
Lana woke up around 9 and immediately got changed to into the most punkish look she could find in her closet.
"I'm going shopping mom.." Lana grabbed money from her parents then left.
"Is that our daughther?" Mr. Weinburger asked his wife as Lana slammed the door.
"Oh..You know those crazy teenagers with their hormones and puberty and stuff!" Mrs. Weinburger answered gleefully then sipped her coffee.
Michael who was left alone AGAIN wondered in the kitched for breakfast even if it was nearly 12 noon. He poured milk on a white bowl and grabbed Apple Jacks then added it on the bowl. He ate silently and finally left the kitchen..messy. He went to his room and checked if Mia was online. She wasn't of course so he decided to go out and do something more productive with his life.
'Damn! Where can I find one of those baggy pants!'. Lana has been out all morning trying to find the perfect punkish-outcastish look for her all over the mall. But all she found was a bunch of girly clothes. It was all cute but that wasn't she was there for. She was getting tired and finally decided to eat at Starbucks.
'Nothing much better than to start this afternoon with coffee. Where to find the coffee? That is so easy! Starbucks where else?' Michael happilly skipped..not literally.. his way to the nearest Starbucks which was across the street.
Lana ordered a slice of cheese cake and a caramel frap. She was about to sit on a table when she suddenly bumped into a clumsy man who completely spilled his hot coffee on her.
"UGH! YOU CLUMSY LITTLE BASTARD!" With her loud voice all of the other customers started to turn their heads and stopped talking.
The man started to wipe his shirt with a napkin..Not even caring for Lana. The other people started to continue back to their lives..Like nothing happened.
"Hello? You spilled your dirty coffee on me?!" Lana said in anger grabbing a napkin and wiping the spill from her shirt.
Lana continously cursed trying to get the spill out of her shirt. The man started to laugh..A giggle actually.
"WHAT?!" Lana asked demandingly.
The man lifted his head up and his chestnut hair gently floated up in air into the sides of the stranger's face.
"Why, good afternoon miss Lana." Michael greeted sarcastically.
Lana just froze and stared how Michael's chocolate eyes glimmered and how his hair fell into his beautiful smooth face. But eventually she snapped out of her crazy ideas.
"I should've known.." Lana gave out a frustrated sigh. "It's none other that Moscobitch."
Lana immediately walked away and bumped Michael's shoulder as hard as she could. "Ooops..My bad." Lana apologized cold- heartedly.
Lana went to sit in the corner trying to get the stain off. 'Great..So much for a day of shopping. Now I'm gonna have to go home and change.' Lana sipped her frap anxiously. 'I hate that Moscobitch!'
Michael who had an amazing evening decided to annoy Lana just for the fun of it..Hey, isn't annoying Lana always for fun? He grinned as he walked closer to Lana's table. He could feel the hostile waves Lana was sending out. But he ignored it and grabbed a chair and sat next to Lana.
"What the hell do you want now?" Lana asked heartless as ever.
"Oh..Nothing much..." Michael said cooly. "Why are you dress..like that? What happened with the skirts and cheerleader look. It looks sexy on you..hehe." Michael teased.
"Shut up and go away..It's none of your business why I'm dressed like THIS." Lana continued to ignore Michael's teasing. 'Does he really thinks I'm sexy?..No..NO! He's just making fun of you. Ignore him maybe he'll go away.'
"Halloween just ended..Hmm..Maybe there's some cheerleader party you have to go to. But you're supposed to be dressed as a cheerleader then. Why? Oh why is Miss Weinberger dressed in an unusual way? Are you making fun of us, freaks?" Michael leaned closer to Lana. "Oh wait, my bad. You ALWAYS make fun of us..Why go to so much trouble if your purpose is just to insult us huh?"
Lana remained quiet and just teeny bit hurt. Cheerleaders were trained to be as heartless as possible. She just ignore him and left with a stain. She pulled her coat to cover the stain and left.
While walking out in the cold holding her caramel frap she heard someone following her. She turned around and there he was..AGAIN. His mahogany hair was now hidden in his red winter hat. She just continued walking only a bit faster. He was still following her. Lana reached the subway bur he was STILL following her. Lana decided to face her annoying stalker.
"Okay, what do you want? Do you annoy me? Well, I'm not in the mood. So would you just please go away and stop bothering me. I'm asking you nicely. Please stop bothering me Michael." Lana pleaded.
Michael just grabbed her hand with a smile. Before she knows what was happening she was in a bus. She didn't have a clue where she was going with..With Michael Moscovitz.She just sat there too stupid to talk. Too stupid to even make a sound. She just stared in black space while Michael held her cold hands making it warm.
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Finally! done with the 4th ch! gawd..well did u like it? i'm sorry if i'm ruining the mia-michael fantasy romance! This is my fic..and besides the whole m/m thing is getting boring...why not try sumthin new and unexpected..aren't dat what writers are for? expanding our imaginations to sumthin far unexpected and still entertaining?
too upset - i'm not trying to ruin he michael-mia fantasy romance. Why? bcuz dis is only a fic! to be more specific my fic..my rules! hahaha besides i like pairing up odd couples..
hannah gray- i'm fine if u dont like it.. der r other ppl who would like my story anyway and it's ur opinion i highly respect dat
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There were still a few days till their winter vacation was over. Michael worked on Crackhead most of the time and chatting with Mia. Sometimes he would go out with the Computer club and they would just hang out somewhere. He made an effort trying not to think or discuss the night with Lana with anyone. He tried to stay as casually calm as possible. But at night when all the lights are off the scent of Lana would pop out of nowhere.
Lana stayed home all week crying. Her parents were of course back from vacation. They tried cheering her up by offering her to go on a limitless shopping. It didn't work of course. She just stayed in her room crying and crying all day and night. She was both angry and sad. She threw all of Josh's pictures and gifts away. But as she did all this stuff she cried in sadness too because Josh was a big part of her life. Her eyes got all puffy and red with all the crying she did. That's when she finally decided to cast herself out from society. Without Josh nothing mattered anymore. Besides without Josh she would be nothing..Even if she was a cheerleader she had to admit she was also somehow only using Josh to be more popular. But not that they have broken up they would all think she was wrong and Josh was right, as always. She cried and cried for hours and didn't even bother going down to eat or answere phone calls.
Around 9:30 in the evening Lana was awakened by an annoying beeping kind of sound. 'What in the world?!'. Lana sat up rubbing her puffy, red eyes. Her vision was a bit of blurry for a moment then she looked around her room and heard the noise from her computer. She stood up with her messed-up blonde hair. It's the kind of hair that when she will never get to be seen in public with. But does it even matter what she looked like now? Now that Josh is gone? He opened her monitor and a flashing IM appeared. 'Who the hell?'. She clicked on it and started typing.
XxChrLdrChickxX: Who the hell r u?
CracKing: Just ur friendly neighbor...
XxChrLdrChickxX: i'm serious..who the hell r u?how did u get my sn?
CracKing: Weenerburger? Serious? Ohh..Pigs r flying
XxChrLdrChickxX: Moscobitch?
Despite of their cloud 9 experience last night it seems that thing hadn't seem to change.
CracKing: So there is brain in that airhead of yours..interesting
XxChrLdrChickxX: what do want?
CracKing: no need to get hostile..just bored
XxChrLdrChickxX: well u can take ur boredness somewhere else..i'm not in the mood.
CracKing: PMS?
XxChrLdrChickxX: shut up..i gtg
CracKing: wait...
XxChrLdrChickxX: wat?
CracKing: nvm..later..and nyt
Lana signed off and went back to her bed and hugged her stuff duck named 'Mr. Bubbles'.She fell asleep thinking about Josh. 'How will I survive highschool without Josh?!' Then an idea suddenly popped in her head. She needs to do a little bit of shopping tommorrow.
Michael worked on Crackhead and chatted with some of the computer club members. 'No Mia..' He was about to give in and give up when an email appeared. He immediately opened the window and read it.
Michael,
Hey! It's me Mia! Sorry for not talking with you for a while. I've just been really busy here in Genovia. I've been going to talk shows, schools and malls. Who would've thought that Mia Thermopolis would someday be this popular? LOL. I'll call you okay? See you! Love you! and of course MISS YOU!
Mia
It didn't matter if it was just a short email. For Michael it was the most amazing thing ever typed in the history. He copy and paste it on a notepad them printed it. He knew he was getting a bit overboard but Mia was the only reason to live right now. H finally turned the computer off and hugged the paper with Mia's email on it. He hugged it all night almost feeling Mia close to him. Michael fell asleep with a crumpled piece of paper in his arms. Hugging it like it was the world's greatest treasure..Well, actually it was for Michael.
Lana woke up around 9 and immediately got changed to into the most punkish look she could find in her closet.
"I'm going shopping mom.." Lana grabbed money from her parents then left.
"Is that our daughther?" Mr. Weinburger asked his wife as Lana slammed the door.
"Oh..You know those crazy teenagers with their hormones and puberty and stuff!" Mrs. Weinburger answered gleefully then sipped her coffee.
Michael who was left alone AGAIN wondered in the kitched for breakfast even if it was nearly 12 noon. He poured milk on a white bowl and grabbed Apple Jacks then added it on the bowl. He ate silently and finally left the kitchen..messy. He went to his room and checked if Mia was online. She wasn't of course so he decided to go out and do something more productive with his life.
'Damn! Where can I find one of those baggy pants!'. Lana has been out all morning trying to find the perfect punkish-outcastish look for her all over the mall. But all she found was a bunch of girly clothes. It was all cute but that wasn't she was there for. She was getting tired and finally decided to eat at Starbucks.
'Nothing much better than to start this afternoon with coffee. Where to find the coffee? That is so easy! Starbucks where else?' Michael happilly skipped..not literally.. his way to the nearest Starbucks which was across the street.
Lana ordered a slice of cheese cake and a caramel frap. She was about to sit on a table when she suddenly bumped into a clumsy man who completely spilled his hot coffee on her.
"UGH! YOU CLUMSY LITTLE BASTARD!" With her loud voice all of the other customers started to turn their heads and stopped talking.
The man started to wipe his shirt with a napkin..Not even caring for Lana. The other people started to continue back to their lives..Like nothing happened.
"Hello? You spilled your dirty coffee on me?!" Lana said in anger grabbing a napkin and wiping the spill from her shirt.
Lana continously cursed trying to get the spill out of her shirt. The man started to laugh..A giggle actually.
"WHAT?!" Lana asked demandingly.
The man lifted his head up and his chestnut hair gently floated up in air into the sides of the stranger's face.
"Why, good afternoon miss Lana." Michael greeted sarcastically.
Lana just froze and stared how Michael's chocolate eyes glimmered and how his hair fell into his beautiful smooth face. But eventually she snapped out of her crazy ideas.
"I should've known.." Lana gave out a frustrated sigh. "It's none other that Moscobitch."
Lana immediately walked away and bumped Michael's shoulder as hard as she could. "Ooops..My bad." Lana apologized cold- heartedly.
Lana went to sit in the corner trying to get the stain off. 'Great..So much for a day of shopping. Now I'm gonna have to go home and change.' Lana sipped her frap anxiously. 'I hate that Moscobitch!'
Michael who had an amazing evening decided to annoy Lana just for the fun of it..Hey, isn't annoying Lana always for fun? He grinned as he walked closer to Lana's table. He could feel the hostile waves Lana was sending out. But he ignored it and grabbed a chair and sat next to Lana.
"What the hell do you want now?" Lana asked heartless as ever.
"Oh..Nothing much..." Michael said cooly. "Why are you dress..like that? What happened with the skirts and cheerleader look. It looks sexy on you..hehe." Michael teased.
"Shut up and go away..It's none of your business why I'm dressed like THIS." Lana continued to ignore Michael's teasing. 'Does he really thinks I'm sexy?..No..NO! He's just making fun of you. Ignore him maybe he'll go away.'
"Halloween just ended..Hmm..Maybe there's some cheerleader party you have to go to. But you're supposed to be dressed as a cheerleader then. Why? Oh why is Miss Weinberger dressed in an unusual way? Are you making fun of us, freaks?" Michael leaned closer to Lana. "Oh wait, my bad. You ALWAYS make fun of us..Why go to so much trouble if your purpose is just to insult us huh?"
Lana remained quiet and just teeny bit hurt. Cheerleaders were trained to be as heartless as possible. She just ignore him and left with a stain. She pulled her coat to cover the stain and left.
While walking out in the cold holding her caramel frap she heard someone following her. She turned around and there he was..AGAIN. His mahogany hair was now hidden in his red winter hat. She just continued walking only a bit faster. He was still following her. Lana reached the subway bur he was STILL following her. Lana decided to face her annoying stalker.
"Okay, what do you want? Do you annoy me? Well, I'm not in the mood. So would you just please go away and stop bothering me. I'm asking you nicely. Please stop bothering me Michael." Lana pleaded.
Michael just grabbed her hand with a smile. Before she knows what was happening she was in a bus. She didn't have a clue where she was going with..With Michael Moscovitz.She just sat there too stupid to talk. Too stupid to even make a sound. She just stared in black space while Michael held her cold hands making it warm.
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Finally! done with the 4th ch! gawd..well did u like it? i'm sorry if i'm ruining the mia-michael fantasy romance! This is my fic..and besides the whole m/m thing is getting boring...why not try sumthin new and unexpected..aren't dat what writers are for? expanding our imaginations to sumthin far unexpected and still entertaining?
