Disclaimer: Characters not miney. Meg Cabot's. Ja.
Author's Notes: Um...ok. a few things: number one: this takes place after the third book but number two: Lily doesn't know. Tina does. Grandmère does. Sebastiano knows. The King of Genovia knows, but Mia's best friend doesn't. Go figure. And I did this for the sake of conflict, so...salmon. See? This is what happens when you listen to Tiny Tim singing Spongebob songs while writing a plotless stories.
3:45 pm, the loft
Maybe I won't go over Michael's. I can't tell Lily. She'll flip out.
5:15 pm, the loft
I can't do it. I can't go. I'll have to tell Michael something. I'll.. tell him that going means missing Baywatch.
But then I'd have to admit I watch Baywatch.
6:53, the limo on the way to Lily/Michael's
Ok, so I couldn't think of a good excuse.
Plus, I really didn't want to because I want to see Michael so badly.
Here goes nothing.
8:00, the loft
Well. That went great.
NOT.
I got out of the limo, and there's Michael, taking out the trash. Or...well he said he was waiting for me, but he needed a good excuse. So then we were in the alley with the garbage cans, kind of making out, until after about two minutes I realized the limo was still there, making sure I got in safely. Woops.
"Ready?" he asked me.
What was I supposed to say? "No, Michael, I'm not ready because Lily's my best friend and knowing her she'll throw a fit if she finds out from me, and throw a bigger one if she finds out from someone else, and so even though i really don't want to tell her I have to because she's going to analyze me either way, and you seem to really want to get this over with and I'm madly, head-over-heels in love with you, so great. Here we go."
But instead I just took his hand and walked up to their stupid apartment with him. He fumbled for his keys and, I noticed, didn't take my hand again when he had found them. Instead he just unlocked the door. "Lily?" he called.
We walked into the living room and found the Drs. Moscovitz reading the newspaper with the television on. "Hello, Mia." Mrs. Moscovitz greeted over her newspaper.
"Lily just left," Michael's dad said without taking his eyes off the article he was reading on physiology. "She took a bus to get some blank video tapes for her show.
Michael and I exchanged glances. "Oh," Michael said. "Mia just wanted to say hi. I'm gonna help her with some algebra homework, ok?"
"But doesn't she have an algebra teacher living in her home now?"
"Well, yes," I said, thinking fast, "But he doesn't have much time for tutoring, considering my mother's...um...state."
"Oh, right. Tell her we say hi."
"Ok," I said as Michael and I headed to his room. Once inside, I flopped onto his computer chair, a little relieved that Lily wasn't here.
Michael sat down on his bed and said loudly, "Ok. You obviously don't understand integers. Here..."
I laughed and swirled around in his computer chair. My eyes saw something familiar next to his computer. I pulled the piece of paper out from underneath his DOS manuals.
What I held in my hands was the spreadsheet from the Times with me in all of Sebastiano's dresses. My eyes scanned the pictures. I hated how I didn't look happy at all, not one bit. Michael blushed. "That's...uh...There's an article on the back that sounded interesting."
I turned it over. There was an ad for Aida. I am so sure.
I put the spreadsheet back under the pillow and sat on the bed next to him and started kissing him. His lips are so soft, like pillows...
I suddenly pulled back and said, loud enough for the Drs. Moscovitz to hear, "But then what does A equal? And what about--"
I couldn't finish because he started kissing me again.
Author's Notes: Um...ok. a few things: number one: this takes place after the third book but number two: Lily doesn't know. Tina does. Grandmère does. Sebastiano knows. The King of Genovia knows, but Mia's best friend doesn't. Go figure. And I did this for the sake of conflict, so...salmon. See? This is what happens when you listen to Tiny Tim singing Spongebob songs while writing a plotless stories.
3:45 pm, the loft
Maybe I won't go over Michael's. I can't tell Lily. She'll flip out.
5:15 pm, the loft
I can't do it. I can't go. I'll have to tell Michael something. I'll.. tell him that going means missing Baywatch.
But then I'd have to admit I watch Baywatch.
6:53, the limo on the way to Lily/Michael's
Ok, so I couldn't think of a good excuse.
Plus, I really didn't want to because I want to see Michael so badly.
Here goes nothing.
8:00, the loft
Well. That went great.
NOT.
I got out of the limo, and there's Michael, taking out the trash. Or...well he said he was waiting for me, but he needed a good excuse. So then we were in the alley with the garbage cans, kind of making out, until after about two minutes I realized the limo was still there, making sure I got in safely. Woops.
"Ready?" he asked me.
What was I supposed to say? "No, Michael, I'm not ready because Lily's my best friend and knowing her she'll throw a fit if she finds out from me, and throw a bigger one if she finds out from someone else, and so even though i really don't want to tell her I have to because she's going to analyze me either way, and you seem to really want to get this over with and I'm madly, head-over-heels in love with you, so great. Here we go."
But instead I just took his hand and walked up to their stupid apartment with him. He fumbled for his keys and, I noticed, didn't take my hand again when he had found them. Instead he just unlocked the door. "Lily?" he called.
We walked into the living room and found the Drs. Moscovitz reading the newspaper with the television on. "Hello, Mia." Mrs. Moscovitz greeted over her newspaper.
"Lily just left," Michael's dad said without taking his eyes off the article he was reading on physiology. "She took a bus to get some blank video tapes for her show.
Michael and I exchanged glances. "Oh," Michael said. "Mia just wanted to say hi. I'm gonna help her with some algebra homework, ok?"
"But doesn't she have an algebra teacher living in her home now?"
"Well, yes," I said, thinking fast, "But he doesn't have much time for tutoring, considering my mother's...um...state."
"Oh, right. Tell her we say hi."
"Ok," I said as Michael and I headed to his room. Once inside, I flopped onto his computer chair, a little relieved that Lily wasn't here.
Michael sat down on his bed and said loudly, "Ok. You obviously don't understand integers. Here..."
I laughed and swirled around in his computer chair. My eyes saw something familiar next to his computer. I pulled the piece of paper out from underneath his DOS manuals.
What I held in my hands was the spreadsheet from the Times with me in all of Sebastiano's dresses. My eyes scanned the pictures. I hated how I didn't look happy at all, not one bit. Michael blushed. "That's...uh...There's an article on the back that sounded interesting."
I turned it over. There was an ad for Aida. I am so sure.
I put the spreadsheet back under the pillow and sat on the bed next to him and started kissing him. His lips are so soft, like pillows...
I suddenly pulled back and said, loud enough for the Drs. Moscovitz to hear, "But then what does A equal? And what about--"
I couldn't finish because he started kissing me again.