A/N: OK, so it's been a while since I've updated. I know, I know. I'm sorry. Really, I am!
OK, this entry is skipping ahead a bit, because I'm sure that you don't want one month's worth of entries containing nothing of interest, nor anything having to do with the plot, right?
I thought so.
So here it is chapter 6.
[Mia] June 28, My apartment, 11 PM
Two days. That's right. Two days until my best friend get married. To say I'm excited is an understatement, an extreme understatement. And to say that I'm completely horrified is even more of an understatement. I still have to dance with him. STILL! I have no choice, apparently. Maybe it won't be that bad. I mean, it's only one song, and that's like, what? Three minutes, maybe less? I mean, sure it will be awkward, but hopefully it will be an awkward silence! That won't be as bad as an awkward conversation, right? If I just keep quiet then I'll be fine.
But what if he says something? Then what? What do I say? I could always stay silent, and then maybe he'll get the picture and do the same.
But that's mean! Isn't that mean?
Of course, he hates me, so if he starts talking, he is almost certainly going to be mean. But Michael wouldn't do that. Michael's too nice. And I think I'm still too in love with him to be mean to him, even if he does hate me.
And if he tries to be civil, I'll just be civil to him back. I mean, it's only three minutes, right? How much can happen?
[Michael] June 28, US Airways, 11:30 PM
I can never sleep on planes. I don't know how anyone else can. I mean, there's barely enough room to even sit comfortably, but sleep?
My little sister's getting married in two days. I probably should be more excited, but I'm not. I also meet my doom in two days. Do you know how nerve wracking it is to know that you have to dance with your ex-girlfriend? The one you're still in love with. It's extremely nerve wracking. I mean, besides the fact that I have to dance with her, what if she brings a date? A date that she's in love with? Hell, I could barely stand it when I saw her with Kenny, and she didn't even love him! How am I going to react when I see her with a guy she has feeling for? My replacement. That's right. A prince that her Grandmere would approve of. A charming, funny, handsome prince that swept her off her feet.
Hey, it could happen.
Should I bring a date? I really don't want to, but just to show her that I've moved on too, you know? But then I'd be lying.
But then again, what's so wrong with lying?
Forget it. No dates. I wouldn't be able to find anyone anyway. I mean, who would go with me, Judith?
Actually, she probably would, but I am not taking Judith. Then she might get the wrong impression. She might think I actually like her. Don't think I haven't noticed her coming on to me. I have, you know.
Luckily, I get to bring Billy along for support. Not that Billy is very supportive. Billy's sort of a pimp, actually, in case you haven't noticed. He'll probably end up flirting with Mia, much less helping me get over my feelings for her. Not that he's a really horrible friend; he just gets a little overly friendly when he's drunk.
He's also pretty disappointed in me for being such a coward. I have the perfect right to be a coward!
God, I'm so pathetic.
[Mia] June 29, the bathroom, 8 PM
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, there she is, in the bathroom again.
Wait a minute, do diaries think?
I hope not. That would be a little weird.
I should probably stop rambling.
But this time I'm not hiding. I just need some privacy so I can write.
Okay, so maybe I am hiding. MICHAEL IS OUT THERE! This is totally understandable, since it's the rehearsal dinner, and he's the best man, but I guess it was still a bit of a surprise.
And now I'm even more worried than I was before. Because it was awkward. Especially when we had to walk down the aisle after.
When I touched him, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that he hated me, and I shouldn't have feelings for him, I felt a spark. Hell, it was more than a spark, it was a damn lightning bolt. Did he feel it?
No. Of course not.
So then of course I started blushing like crazy. I hope he didn't notice. He did give me a little smile though, a grin that made my heart pound. But then I realized he was probably being polite. I mean it is a wedding.
[Michael] June 29, table 3, 8 PM
And the awkwardness begins. Mia's here. She was at the rehearsal to, so of course, we had to rehearse walking down the aisle at the end. And yep, you guessed it, the moment I touched her arm I felt something. I really do hope she didn't see me blushing. Of course, I didn't say a freakin' word to her, because of the coward I am. I did smile at her though, just to see what would happen. Nothing of course, but oh well. She looks just like she did on that night at the Hard Rock. Just as beautiful, even more beautiful, if possible.
