A/N: Again, thanks to my reviewers. I may not post in a while cause I've got a dancing concert within the next two weeks. Not only is that a problem, but I'm backed up with homework. I'll try to post updates as frequently as I can. I've also decided to quicken the pace of the story, as I believe I'm writing at novel pace right now. Please, give me your opinion's on this issue.
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The Princess Diaries, It's All Becoming Clear!
Friday, June 6, The Loft.
I've just woken up and it's a very pleasant mourning. And why is it pleasant? Because I've woken up to find Michael next to me. I just had to write that down here so I'll be able to look back and remember the first time I woke to find him there. It actually makes waking up bearable.
Oh Michael's stirring. I'll write later.
Friday, June 6, The limo on the way to school.
Michael jumped into the limo a block away and Lars has a questioning look on his face. I better explain to him what happened.
Okay, so Lars isn't going to say anything. I hope. We're going to Michael's now and Lilly is already there waiting.
Friday, June 6, Algebra.
When we arrived at school, Michael had to put his school clothes on. Lilly, Lars and I stepped outside the limo so he could do that. I was kind of disappointed. I would have loved seeing Michael's well-defined chest again.
So I haven't had the chance to reflect on last night. I kind of feel strange this morning, and I don't know why. I guess I'm not really able to put into words what I'm feeling right now. Who knew this could happen to me. I mean ME, MIA THERMOPOLIS, WHO IS CONSTANTLY SEEN WRITING IN HER JOURNAL. I can't word my feelings.
Initially, before Michael had even arrived, I was going to say that I wasn't ready to have sex but that I may be soon. I was seriously going to say that. I was just going to blurt it all out, and get it over and done with. Then Michael came and my whole game plan went out the window (funny enough, this was when he came through my window). The fact was he looked so good and all logic had been put 'pushed out the window'.
Michael had been wearing his white Puma trainers, his GAP lose jeans (that show off all the right places) and a black short sleeved t-shirt with a flame down the middle of it. He looked so incredibly gorgeous, and this was something I don't believe I'll ever get used to. He was roughly shaven, and although this annoyed me when we were kissing, it made him look so ruggedly handsome. For someone who was a self confessed computer geek, I believe he's the most incredibly gorgeous geek ever known to man.
Then we started talking about sex and he was sitting so close to me on my bed. The entire time, all I remember feeling was this unbelievable urge to pull all those clothes of him and do things that I knew would get me in big trouble. And then he started talking so sweetly about how he'd wait until he knew I was ready, about his concerns for me and his own battles to stop himself going further and this did not help my resolve at all.
My heart was reminded of all the things that made me love him so much, and my hormones were driving me to give into my temptation. My brain battled very hard with the rest of my body to see reason and it took all my mental strength not to push him to my bed. I almost lost my resolve when I started kissing Michael. The truth was, I was pushing all thoughts aside and allowing my hormones to take control. Lucky for me, Michael was able to stop us going further.
Then I became frustrated, because I didn't understand how Michael could physically stop himself. For the first time, I understood what it felt like to want to go further, and I didn't understand why we shouldn't. I did, but at that moment I wasn't thinking all that clearly. Michael brought me back to earth, like he always did, and I realised why he always stopped himself. He was thinking of me the entire time. He knew exactly what was at stake and this was his ignition for holding back.
But I still didn't want him to leave. I needed him for some reason, just him and nothing else. I had always wondered why in movies the girl would ask the guy to stay over, as she didn't want to be alone and I'd always thought it was an excuse to have sex. But now I knew that it wasn't for that reason at all, it was more to restore an emotional balance within. I just wanted to forget about everything for one night and have him there with me. It was the first time we'd slept in the same bed together and it had felt so right. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I just had to relive every moment again, so I wrote in my diary.
But when I looked over what I'd written just before, I realised that I'd left so many details out. Like the fact we slept holding each other the entire night or that I when I woke up this morning, he'd woken after me with this cute little kink in his hair. And after I'd come back from the shower in only my towel, he insisted on waiting in my closest while I changed and he blushed the entire time, as this was evident before and after he'd gotten in my closet.
Now I'm sitting here is Algebra, and I'm finding it really hard to concentrate. I've written this entire entry in bits as Mr G is walking by to see if we're working or not. I better leave this here so I can finish my work.