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Chapter 11

September 29, 2002 -Lilly's room

Okay, Michael just came back. I heard his car pull up.

What did he mean he took the 'stalker' picture but isn't 'stalking' me?

I mean, they call me weird, and I even realize that doesn't make sense!

I only have like 2 seconds before he comes in here, so I'm like writing in hyper speed, like in SMALLVILLE. Only, you know, I don't have super powers, and Lana Lang isn't in love with me. Or Chloe.

I don't get it. How come in Superman, Clark Kent's in love with LOIS LANE the reporter, and in Smallville, Clark Kent's in love with LANA LANG, the excheerleader capuccino maker? I mean, CHLOE's the reporter, not Lana.

And they like changed her name! I don't get it!

Darn it! I started out planning to spend my writing time writing about something profound and ended up spending it discussing Superman. What is wrong with me?!?!

Michael's here-

Later-

He brought vegetarian pizza! And Fat Louie!!! He walked in with the pizza, and I'm like, That's vegetarian, right? And he like rolled his eyes at me, and put the pizza down, and in ran Fat Louie!!! He was all soft and furry! I squeezed him so hard, he snapped at me. Dumb kitty. But I was so happy to see him!

Michael: You're suffocating your cat, Mia.

Me: No, I'm not.

Michael: He just tried to bite you.

Me: That's because he's hungry. Do you have any cat food?

Michael: I don't have a cat. Why would I have cat food?

Me: Did you feed him before you brought him here?

Michael: No. I didn't feed your cat. If I had, he wouldn't be hungry.

Me: Can he eat some of Pavlov's food?

Michael: Pavlov's a dog.

Me: I know. But since you didn't FEED Fat Louie his cat food…..

Michael: (His eyebrows were raised and he looked desperate) I didn't know I was supposed to!
Me: Whatever, Mikey. Pass the pizza.

Michael: Don't call me Mikey. (Passes pizza)

Me: It's vegetarian!

Michael: Duh.

Me: Well, I didn't know stalkers actually granted their….. Stalkees requests.

Michael: (Eyes bulging) I'M NOT A STALKER!
Me: Whatever, Mikey.

Michael: About that Polaroid, Mia…….

Me: Yes?

Michael: I wasn't stalking you…. I was keeping an EYE on you, so the REAL stalker couldn't get at you!

Me: WHAT?

Michael: It said AMELIA MOSCOVITZ, 4:30 PM, SATURDAY, NO WORD YET, right?

Me: Yes……

Michael: Well, I was watching you at 4:30 PM, Saturday. And No Word Yet, because Lilly was tracking down the stalker….. And I hadn't heard from her….. So….

Me: What about AMELIA MOSCOVITZ?

Michael: We found the stalker, too! I-I-I mean, Lilly found the st-st-stalker, yesterday! W-we arrested him! Well, the po-po-police arrested him….

Me: What about the AMELIA MOSCOVITZ part, Michael? ( I really wanted to know!)

Michael: Don't you w-w-want to know who was stalking you, Mi-mi-mia?

Me: No, I want to know why you wrote Moscovitz after my name, Michael!!!!!!!!!

Michael: *sigh* (He was blushing and fidget-ing, and then he started for the door)

Me: (I ran ahead of him and slammed the door closed, and kept it closed by pressing on it) MICHAEL!

Michael: (leaning against the door next to me) I g-guess, it was j-just wi-wishful thinking…..

Me: Wishful thinking?

Michael: You know…… (He looked at me, and I mean LOOKED at me. Right in the eyes)

Me: Er.

Michael: The tr-truth is, Thermopolis…. I kinda l-l-love y-you….

Me: Huh?

Michael: Mia?

Me: Huh?
Michael: MIA!
Me: I love you, too, Michael….. (I looked him in HIS eyes now)

Michael: (He looked at me again, real sharp) Really?

Me: Y-yeah.

He kissed me! Yay! Really! He's not my stalker, and he brought Fat Louie, and he kissed me!

I mean, yeah, I'm never going to be Mia Muscovitz (doesn't that sound nice?), the closet would be if he became Michael Renaldi, but, you know, it's the thought that counts!

But wait a second. I couldn't just leave it like that, with me all happy, you know.

I still had to as him that one question that had been pending on my mind……

Me: Wait. Who's my stalker?