Disclaimer: I do NOT like writing disclaimers. Oh...AND this is Meg Cabot's stuffs.
Author's Notes: I love Michael! Seriously, I wish he weere aliiive....
Friday, January 4, 5:00 PM, the loft
CracKing: So...I'm an excellent kisser, huh?
FtLouie: Michael!! That's besides the point!!
CracKing: Well, I'd tell you that you're an excellent kisser, too, but that would completely disturb my gloating.
FtLouie: Really?! Because I---Michael! Weren't you paying attention to any of this other stuff?!
CracKing: Yeah. You stood up to my sister.
FtLouie: And...
CracKing: And that, I'm not too surprised about. But Weinberger???
FtLouie: Just give her a chance.
CracKing: As long as you tell me what a good kisser I am again.
FtLouie: Okay, you obviously don't understand how upset I am, and talking to you like this doesn't help. Do you think you could come over here? Like, since Lilly's lives with you and I can't come there if she's there?
CracKing: Uh...yeah, I guess. How long am I staying?
FtLouie: For dinner? I'll order out; Mr. G and my mom are still at her art show.
CracKing: Am I sleeping over again?
FtLouie: Only if you want to.
CracKing: Alright. So I'll tell my parents I'm sleeping over Kenny's.
FtLouie: But I thought I'd send a limo over. Kenny doesn't have a limo.
CracKing: ...even though I've hated him ever since Rocky Horror, I'm sure my parents don't know that.
FtLouie: Just tell them you're sleeping over here. Who cares. We've got no one to hide from anymore, right?
CracKing: Oh, yeah. That might take some getting used to. Okay, so I'll be over in an hour. And I'll bring my lips with me!
FtLouie: STOP THAT!!
(CracKing has signed off.)
2:30 AM, the loft
Shhh. Michael's sleeping.
Everything went ok, but the evening was unbelievable: Michael definitely help lighten the mood. I even think Fat Louie likes him!
But this was the unbelieveable part: Mr. G and my mom came home $5,000 RICHER!!!! It turns out my mom SOLD her Peach Madness Smoothie puke-on-a-canvas!!!!
Me: But Mom! Didn't you tell them that it was....throw-up?
Mom: No, Mia! Of course not!
Mr. G: We decided that we were gonna spend the money on improving the loft.
Me: The loft doesn't need improving.
Mom: Oh, Mia, we just figured we'd get the kitchen wallpapered and tiled--
Mr. G: And we even thought it would be fun if, over spring break, we painted the living room together!
Oh, boy.
Michael just rolled over in his sleeping bag. I told him I'd sleep on the floor, but he insisted. "The floor's no place for a princess," he told me.
Aww...I love him so much...
3:00 AM, the loft
Hmmm. Looking back in this journal, I found something that I completely forgot about:
"So after I'd thought about it, I said I would put out for Josh Richter, but only if:
1. We'd been dating for at least a year.
2. He pledged his undying love to me.
3. He took me to see Beauty and the Beast on boradway and didn't make fun of it.
Michael said the first two sounded all right, but if the third one was an example of the kind of boyfriend I expected to get, I'd be a vrgin for a long, long time."
8:00 AM, the loft
Me: Hey, Michael? Remember that list I made when you asked me if I would put out for Josh Richter?
Michael: Uhh...yeah. The one about Beauty and the Beast, right?
Me: Yeah.
Michael: What about it?
Me: What? Oh...nothing. Just...testing your memory. I think.
He just gave me a funny look and said he was going to take a shower before he left.
3:00 PM, the loft
OH MY GOD!!!
I just measured my chest, which is something I totally haven't done in the longest time, and I GREW A WHOLE INCH!!!!!
Author's Notes: I love Michael! Seriously, I wish he weere aliiive....
Friday, January 4, 5:00 PM, the loft
CracKing: So...I'm an excellent kisser, huh?
FtLouie: Michael!! That's besides the point!!
CracKing: Well, I'd tell you that you're an excellent kisser, too, but that would completely disturb my gloating.
FtLouie: Really?! Because I---Michael! Weren't you paying attention to any of this other stuff?!
CracKing: Yeah. You stood up to my sister.
FtLouie: And...
CracKing: And that, I'm not too surprised about. But Weinberger???
FtLouie: Just give her a chance.
CracKing: As long as you tell me what a good kisser I am again.
FtLouie: Okay, you obviously don't understand how upset I am, and talking to you like this doesn't help. Do you think you could come over here? Like, since Lilly's lives with you and I can't come there if she's there?
CracKing: Uh...yeah, I guess. How long am I staying?
FtLouie: For dinner? I'll order out; Mr. G and my mom are still at her art show.
CracKing: Am I sleeping over again?
FtLouie: Only if you want to.
CracKing: Alright. So I'll tell my parents I'm sleeping over Kenny's.
FtLouie: But I thought I'd send a limo over. Kenny doesn't have a limo.
CracKing: ...even though I've hated him ever since Rocky Horror, I'm sure my parents don't know that.
FtLouie: Just tell them you're sleeping over here. Who cares. We've got no one to hide from anymore, right?
CracKing: Oh, yeah. That might take some getting used to. Okay, so I'll be over in an hour. And I'll bring my lips with me!
FtLouie: STOP THAT!!
(CracKing has signed off.)
2:30 AM, the loft
Shhh. Michael's sleeping.
Everything went ok, but the evening was unbelievable: Michael definitely help lighten the mood. I even think Fat Louie likes him!
But this was the unbelieveable part: Mr. G and my mom came home $5,000 RICHER!!!! It turns out my mom SOLD her Peach Madness Smoothie puke-on-a-canvas!!!!
Me: But Mom! Didn't you tell them that it was....throw-up?
Mom: No, Mia! Of course not!
Mr. G: We decided that we were gonna spend the money on improving the loft.
Me: The loft doesn't need improving.
Mom: Oh, Mia, we just figured we'd get the kitchen wallpapered and tiled--
Mr. G: And we even thought it would be fun if, over spring break, we painted the living room together!
Oh, boy.
Michael just rolled over in his sleeping bag. I told him I'd sleep on the floor, but he insisted. "The floor's no place for a princess," he told me.
Aww...I love him so much...
3:00 AM, the loft
Hmmm. Looking back in this journal, I found something that I completely forgot about:
"So after I'd thought about it, I said I would put out for Josh Richter, but only if:
1. We'd been dating for at least a year.
2. He pledged his undying love to me.
3. He took me to see Beauty and the Beast on boradway and didn't make fun of it.
Michael said the first two sounded all right, but if the third one was an example of the kind of boyfriend I expected to get, I'd be a vrgin for a long, long time."
8:00 AM, the loft
Me: Hey, Michael? Remember that list I made when you asked me if I would put out for Josh Richter?
Michael: Uhh...yeah. The one about Beauty and the Beast, right?
Me: Yeah.
Michael: What about it?
Me: What? Oh...nothing. Just...testing your memory. I think.
He just gave me a funny look and said he was going to take a shower before he left.
3:00 PM, the loft
OH MY GOD!!!
I just measured my chest, which is something I totally haven't done in the longest time, and I GREW A WHOLE INCH!!!!!