Falling in Love: Chapter 10
January 2 Finally Home
I have had quite an adventure the past two days.
First off: Michael kidnapped me. He told Lars and he let me go. Michael took me off to this REALLY nice NICE nice NICE nice NICE restaurant. Thank god he had gotten an outfit off of Sebastiano (shoulder straps included). We ate dinner and danced. We even picked our song. Its 'This Kiss' by Faith Hill. I told him it should be 'Tall Drink of Water', but he said he wanted me to pick. I told him and he kissed me for an agreement.
We sure do kiss a lot.
Anyway, after he 'kidnapped' me, by now it was on several news stations, he wisked me away to a little cabin shortly outside of Manhattan , I think it was in New Jersey. There, we changed and we ate smores and drank milk while getting ready for the ball to drop. When it dropped, he handed me 12 roses and we kissed. Not just a short kiss either and lots of tongue action. LOTS. Finally, I read the card and it said, 'It is a well known Irish proverb (neither of us are Irish, but all the same) , that who you are with on New Year's, you will spend the whole year with.' Thank god it wasn't Grandmere. Actually, I did. A few days ago, I wished I wouldn't have to go to Genovia for Nyear's. It worked! It actually worked!
I'm the luckiest girl on the Earth, except for the fact that Mom, Grandmere, Mr. G. and dad are INCREDIBLY mad at me. I mean, I'm not allowed to see Michael, outside of school, until he makes it up to them. HOW IN HELL IS MICHAEL GOING TO MAKE IT UP TO A PRINCE, A DOWAGER PAIN IN THE DUPA, AN ECCENTRIC ARTIST AND AN AAAALLLGGEEEBRAAA TEACHER?
Later on, January 2nd
Now, I know. He's taking mom to an art show, in which some of her pieces are in. He's going to help tutor other students to help Mr. G. He and dad are going to spend some time together and finally, he is going to take lessons from grandmere. LESSONS! WITH GRANDMERE. FOR ME?! How high is this guy? Really, to take lessons from his girlfriend's cranky princess grandmother. He must REALLY love me. I need to do something nice for him. He's really in on this one, but he said that he deserved it. This is were I swore, for about the fourth time in my life.
MT:Holy fuck, Michael, you'd do that for me?
MM;Mia, I love you. I'd climb Everest for you! And never say that word again.
MT:Oops. You love me THAT much?
MM:I'll be with you for lessons, right?
MT: I think you have to go with Vigo or what's his name? (I almost said NUTS! I'm such a little juvenille deliquent)
MM:With OUT YOU?
MT:I'm sorry.
Then, without thinking, I just kissed him. It was like taking a sip of warm cocoa, that when it trickles down your throat, you get that all warm feeling inside. That's what kissing Michael is like.
January 2 Finally Home
I have had quite an adventure the past two days.
First off: Michael kidnapped me. He told Lars and he let me go. Michael took me off to this REALLY nice NICE nice NICE nice NICE restaurant. Thank god he had gotten an outfit off of Sebastiano (shoulder straps included). We ate dinner and danced. We even picked our song. Its 'This Kiss' by Faith Hill. I told him it should be 'Tall Drink of Water', but he said he wanted me to pick. I told him and he kissed me for an agreement.
We sure do kiss a lot.
Anyway, after he 'kidnapped' me, by now it was on several news stations, he wisked me away to a little cabin shortly outside of Manhattan , I think it was in New Jersey. There, we changed and we ate smores and drank milk while getting ready for the ball to drop. When it dropped, he handed me 12 roses and we kissed. Not just a short kiss either and lots of tongue action. LOTS. Finally, I read the card and it said, 'It is a well known Irish proverb (neither of us are Irish, but all the same) , that who you are with on New Year's, you will spend the whole year with.' Thank god it wasn't Grandmere. Actually, I did. A few days ago, I wished I wouldn't have to go to Genovia for Nyear's. It worked! It actually worked!
I'm the luckiest girl on the Earth, except for the fact that Mom, Grandmere, Mr. G. and dad are INCREDIBLY mad at me. I mean, I'm not allowed to see Michael, outside of school, until he makes it up to them. HOW IN HELL IS MICHAEL GOING TO MAKE IT UP TO A PRINCE, A DOWAGER PAIN IN THE DUPA, AN ECCENTRIC ARTIST AND AN AAAALLLGGEEEBRAAA TEACHER?
Later on, January 2nd
Now, I know. He's taking mom to an art show, in which some of her pieces are in. He's going to help tutor other students to help Mr. G. He and dad are going to spend some time together and finally, he is going to take lessons from grandmere. LESSONS! WITH GRANDMERE. FOR ME?! How high is this guy? Really, to take lessons from his girlfriend's cranky princess grandmother. He must REALLY love me. I need to do something nice for him. He's really in on this one, but he said that he deserved it. This is were I swore, for about the fourth time in my life.
MT:Holy fuck, Michael, you'd do that for me?
MM;Mia, I love you. I'd climb Everest for you! And never say that word again.
MT:Oops. You love me THAT much?
MM:I'll be with you for lessons, right?
MT: I think you have to go with Vigo or what's his name? (I almost said NUTS! I'm such a little juvenille deliquent)
MM:With OUT YOU?
MT:I'm sorry.
Then, without thinking, I just kissed him. It was like taking a sip of warm cocoa, that when it trickles down your throat, you get that all warm feeling inside. That's what kissing Michael is like.