A/N- Argh! I have a great library, but at the moment it sucks because it's
taking forever to get Princess in Love in and I'm hangin on the edge,
waiting to read it!!!! Thanks for all the reviews, but I want more….*grins
evilly, and giggles* Also, PLEASE READ MY POETRY!!!!! (oops, did I just say
that???) *sighs* well, at least R+R!!!
October 10
Two days until the dance.
I helped Pete get reservations today for the dance. He reserved a Rolls Royce, since Mia already has a limo, and dinner at La Amarilla. Lucky girl, that place has good food.
I still don't know why I'm helping Pete with Mia.
Especially since he's been doing some serious flirting. I mean, not the normal playful banter. He's getting down to the real deal. It makes me sick.
I guess I'm just a good friend.
That's what my parents would say.
Sometimes it sucks having doctors for parents.
G&T was wonderful though, mainly cause Pete was talking to Boris Pelkowski about The Catcher and the Rye, the book they're reading for their lit class. So basically, I got to tutor Mia without pangs of jealousy. Our knees bumped once, as they always seem to do. Mia just glanced at me, then looked away. God, why won't she let me see those great eyes of hers?
The dance is going to be torture.
So, to help me get my mind off of it, I spent the entire trip home in the limo thinking of new lyrics. Except now that I'm "in love", I can't think of my normal metaphorical poems. All I can think of is pathetic sap.
For instance, I'm still stuck on this. As a chorus. (note to self, always think of chorus first)
And the stars in the sky
Can't compare to the light
In your eyes
I will never forget
This moment
When that light
Is mine
God. I haven't written anything like that since Heather.
This is not good.
I have to stop liking Mia, or I'll drive myself insane.
A/N- Ok, ok, I admit, I mentioned Heather twice. So sue me. But before you do, REVIEW!!!!!!
October 10
Two days until the dance.
I helped Pete get reservations today for the dance. He reserved a Rolls Royce, since Mia already has a limo, and dinner at La Amarilla. Lucky girl, that place has good food.
I still don't know why I'm helping Pete with Mia.
Especially since he's been doing some serious flirting. I mean, not the normal playful banter. He's getting down to the real deal. It makes me sick.
I guess I'm just a good friend.
That's what my parents would say.
Sometimes it sucks having doctors for parents.
G&T was wonderful though, mainly cause Pete was talking to Boris Pelkowski about The Catcher and the Rye, the book they're reading for their lit class. So basically, I got to tutor Mia without pangs of jealousy. Our knees bumped once, as they always seem to do. Mia just glanced at me, then looked away. God, why won't she let me see those great eyes of hers?
The dance is going to be torture.
So, to help me get my mind off of it, I spent the entire trip home in the limo thinking of new lyrics. Except now that I'm "in love", I can't think of my normal metaphorical poems. All I can think of is pathetic sap.
For instance, I'm still stuck on this. As a chorus. (note to self, always think of chorus first)
And the stars in the sky
Can't compare to the light
In your eyes
I will never forget
This moment
When that light
Is mine
God. I haven't written anything like that since Heather.
This is not good.
I have to stop liking Mia, or I'll drive myself insane.
A/N- Ok, ok, I admit, I mentioned Heather twice. So sue me. But before you do, REVIEW!!!!!!