Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Meg Cabot does.
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"Amelia!" barked Grandmere. "Pay attention! I am an old lady and I cannot be repeating myself five hundred times a day just because you cannot concentrate!"
"Sorry, Grandmere." replied Mia, "I just have a lot on my mind at the moment is all."
"Oh, I see, and what problems could you possibly have? That boy not treating you right? Problems in paradise I see."
"His name is Michael, Grandmere, how many times do I have to tell you that?"
"Pfuit. Whatever." she said. "So, what is the problem?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"Now, now, Amelia. You have already interrupted our lesson to tell me you have a problem, now you may as well make it worth my while and tell me what it is. NOW!!!"
"Ok, ok. If you must know, Michael feels he isn't getting enough attention as he should be. That's all."
"Pfuit!!! Men! When will they learn? It's not about them getting the attention, it's about them giving the attention. Always giving, Amelia. Always. Did you tell him that?"
"Well, um, no. Things are done differently these days, Grandmere."
"Well they shouldn't be. Tell him to come see me if he feels he isn't getting enough attention. I'll sort him out."
Mia was sure Michael would NOT appreciate that.
* * *
Michael was having trouble stopping himself from picking up the phone and calling Mia to say he was sorry.
Screw it, he thought, I'm going to do it eventually, I may as well just do it now.
He picked up the phone and dialed the Thermopolis's number.
"Hello?" Helen's voice rang down the phone.
"Hi, Mrs. Thermopolis, Is Mia there please? It's Michael."
"Oh, hi, Michael. No, Mia isn't back from her Princess Lessons yet. Do you want me to get her to call you back?"
Princess Lessons. Of course. How could he have forgotten? It was one of the things that were keeping them apart.
"Oh, no, that's ok, I'll talk to her later. But can you please do me a favor and not tell her that I called?"
"Um, sure," Helen replied, sounding confused. "See you later."
Ok, it was just a moment of weakness, Michael thought. Luckily she hadn't been there. Now he could just go back to his original plan and call her tomorrow.
* * *
"Oh, Mia," Tina cried. "When am I ever going to find anyone as good as Dave was?"
"Tina," Mia replied, "If Dave was so good in the first place, he wouldn't have left you for that Jasmine girl."
"I know, but... oh it just sucks. At least you've got Michael."
"Yeah, but for how long?" Mia asked sadly. She truly believed that it could be over between her and Michael.
"It'll be ok, Mia," said Tina, "Michael will come around. He's one of the good guys, the perfect boyfriend, he wouldn't leave you over something so trivial.
"I hope your right."
"You know what we need?" Tina cried out enthusiastically. "Comfort food! What have you got?"
Obviously Tina thought their woes needed more than words to keep them at bay. But unfortunatly, Mia's mom had already emptied the loft of anything satisfactory, as her pregnancy often requires the use of comfort food.
"We could always go out and buy some food," hinted Tina.
"I dunno, it's getting quite late, and both Lars and Wahim have left, thinking we were locked down for the night. It proberly wouldn't be the best idea."
"But, Mia," pleaded Tina, "Comfort food is exactly what we need! It's only ten o'clock, and 7/11 is just on the corner. There's never anyone hanging around this neighbourhood at night. And we'll only be gone five minutes! Please? I'm really in the mood for one of those giant Crunch bars."
Mia thought about it for a minute. The 7/11 store was only down the street. And her mom and Mr. G were in the nursery setting up, they would never even know they were gone. And a huge Crunch bar did sound appealing. It would certainly help her stop thinking about Michael.
"All right, fine." Mia gave in. "But we'd better sneak out, mom would kill me if she knew I'd left without Lars or Wahim. And turn the music on, then they definetly wont realise we've gone."
"Yes! Thanks, Mia, I'll buy you two Crunch bars!"
The girls grabbed their wallets, turned the radio up loud. They tip toed across the loft to the front door and quicky and quietly slipped out into the darkened street.
It sure was dark outside, suddenly Mia didn't think it was suck a good idea to have left without Lars, but it was too late to turn back, Tina was already pulling her down the street. They may as well keep going.
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"Amelia!" barked Grandmere. "Pay attention! I am an old lady and I cannot be repeating myself five hundred times a day just because you cannot concentrate!"
"Sorry, Grandmere." replied Mia, "I just have a lot on my mind at the moment is all."
"Oh, I see, and what problems could you possibly have? That boy not treating you right? Problems in paradise I see."
"His name is Michael, Grandmere, how many times do I have to tell you that?"
"Pfuit. Whatever." she said. "So, what is the problem?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"Now, now, Amelia. You have already interrupted our lesson to tell me you have a problem, now you may as well make it worth my while and tell me what it is. NOW!!!"
"Ok, ok. If you must know, Michael feels he isn't getting enough attention as he should be. That's all."
"Pfuit!!! Men! When will they learn? It's not about them getting the attention, it's about them giving the attention. Always giving, Amelia. Always. Did you tell him that?"
"Well, um, no. Things are done differently these days, Grandmere."
"Well they shouldn't be. Tell him to come see me if he feels he isn't getting enough attention. I'll sort him out."
Mia was sure Michael would NOT appreciate that.
* * *
Michael was having trouble stopping himself from picking up the phone and calling Mia to say he was sorry.
Screw it, he thought, I'm going to do it eventually, I may as well just do it now.
He picked up the phone and dialed the Thermopolis's number.
"Hello?" Helen's voice rang down the phone.
"Hi, Mrs. Thermopolis, Is Mia there please? It's Michael."
"Oh, hi, Michael. No, Mia isn't back from her Princess Lessons yet. Do you want me to get her to call you back?"
Princess Lessons. Of course. How could he have forgotten? It was one of the things that were keeping them apart.
"Oh, no, that's ok, I'll talk to her later. But can you please do me a favor and not tell her that I called?"
"Um, sure," Helen replied, sounding confused. "See you later."
Ok, it was just a moment of weakness, Michael thought. Luckily she hadn't been there. Now he could just go back to his original plan and call her tomorrow.
* * *
"Oh, Mia," Tina cried. "When am I ever going to find anyone as good as Dave was?"
"Tina," Mia replied, "If Dave was so good in the first place, he wouldn't have left you for that Jasmine girl."
"I know, but... oh it just sucks. At least you've got Michael."
"Yeah, but for how long?" Mia asked sadly. She truly believed that it could be over between her and Michael.
"It'll be ok, Mia," said Tina, "Michael will come around. He's one of the good guys, the perfect boyfriend, he wouldn't leave you over something so trivial.
"I hope your right."
"You know what we need?" Tina cried out enthusiastically. "Comfort food! What have you got?"
Obviously Tina thought their woes needed more than words to keep them at bay. But unfortunatly, Mia's mom had already emptied the loft of anything satisfactory, as her pregnancy often requires the use of comfort food.
"We could always go out and buy some food," hinted Tina.
"I dunno, it's getting quite late, and both Lars and Wahim have left, thinking we were locked down for the night. It proberly wouldn't be the best idea."
"But, Mia," pleaded Tina, "Comfort food is exactly what we need! It's only ten o'clock, and 7/11 is just on the corner. There's never anyone hanging around this neighbourhood at night. And we'll only be gone five minutes! Please? I'm really in the mood for one of those giant Crunch bars."
Mia thought about it for a minute. The 7/11 store was only down the street. And her mom and Mr. G were in the nursery setting up, they would never even know they were gone. And a huge Crunch bar did sound appealing. It would certainly help her stop thinking about Michael.
"All right, fine." Mia gave in. "But we'd better sneak out, mom would kill me if she knew I'd left without Lars or Wahim. And turn the music on, then they definetly wont realise we've gone."
"Yes! Thanks, Mia, I'll buy you two Crunch bars!"
The girls grabbed their wallets, turned the radio up loud. They tip toed across the loft to the front door and quicky and quietly slipped out into the darkened street.
It sure was dark outside, suddenly Mia didn't think it was suck a good idea to have left without Lars, but it was too late to turn back, Tina was already pulling her down the street. They may as well keep going.
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