Aaaaahhh, I'm so happy. I saw my favourite band, The Strokes last night, it was awesome. But I won't bore you with the lurid details...
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everything you don't recognise.
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Mia's POV...
The tour just finished, and needless to say, it was much more informative than Alex's had been.
But throughout the whole tour Michael never so much as looked at me, let alone spoke to me. I just ran up to catch up to him, but he completly brushed me off! I mean really, rude much?
Dejected, I turned around and almost bumped right into Maggie.
"Oof! Sorry." I said. Why do I always seem to be bumping into people? At least I hadn't knocked her to the ground.
"That's ok, listen, do you want to go get some lunch? I found a really cute café not to far from here."
"Um, sure. Just give me a minute." I walked over to where Lars was. He'd managed to stay quite far back from me during the tour, I don't think anyone even realised he was with me.
"Hey, Lars, this girl I met wants to get lunch at a nearby café, is that ok?"
"Of course, Princess, I'll follow behind," he replied.
Maggie was looking at Lars strangely when I returned to her. Great. I knew he was going to cause uneasiness.
"Who's the guy?" she asked.
"Oh, um, he's um... he's my bodyguard. Come on, I'm starving, let's go."
"Your bodyguard?" she sounded nervous, just like most people do. She cautiously looked over her shoulder at Lars, "Why do you need a bodyguard?"
I hate explaining this to people, usually it just freaks them out.
I sighed and replied, "Because I'm a princess."
"Oh wow! I heard you were coming to Columbia, but I never thought it was you. I expected you to be wearing a crown or something!"
Everyone says that. Nobody ever thinks of me as 'princess' material. I'm not really sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I laughed her comment off and we kept walking.
"Was that you running around school last night?" she asked.
"Yeah, that was me."
"Was that your boyfriend?"
"Uh huh. His name is Alex. But he doesn't go here, he goes to college in Forrester."
"Oh, I see. He's a cutie. I mean, he's no Mr. Tour Guide, but he's still hot. But that tour guide dude, how good was he? What was his name again?"
"Michael."
"Yeah, that was it. I wonder if there is a Mrs. Tour Guide?" She started laughing as if this was the funniest thing anyone had ever said. Which is wasn't.
"Well, he has a girlfriend, but I don't think he's married." Lilly never mentioned anything about him being married, I think she would have mentioned it if something like that happened.
"So he's still up for grabs then! I like a challenge."
What? This girl is unbelievable. Michael has a girlfriend, which means he wouldn't so much as be thinking about another girl, least of all a girl who thinks like Maggie does. Sheesh!
* * *
It's been just over a week since I arrived here, and school starts tomorrow! Eek!
I haven't seen Michael since the day of the tour, I've seen his stalker Maggie heaps, she won't leave me alone! But her upbeatness has died down, I think it was just nerves.
My room mate moved in, her name is Hayley and she seems pretty nice. She is totally cool about the princess thing, which is a relief.
So for the past week I've just been hanging out with Hayley and Maggie. I haven't really made any other friends yet.
Today I plan to track down Michael and make him talk to me. He can't avoid me forever.
I left my dorm room and headed to the front reception desk. Now that school was starting the offices will be open. Hopefully they can tell me where Michael is living.
"Hi!" I said to the lady behind the desk. "I was wondering if you could give me some information on a student, like his dorm room number or something…"
"The name?" she asked without even looking up from her computer.
"Michael Moscovitz."
"One second... Michael J Moscovitz, room 103, Furnald."
"Thanks a lot," I said as I scribbled the number and building down.
"Come on," I told Lars as I headed back out the door, in the direction I thought Furnald was.
We walked up the two flights of stairs to room 103, and then I stood before it and smoothed my hair, checking myself over. I know I don't still feel the same way about Michael as I once did, but he's still Michael! Even if I do have a boyfriend it doesn't mean I want Michael to see me looking like street trash.
I knocked three times, "Here goes," I whispered to Lars, who smiled encouragingly back.
The door opened, and Michael stood there shirtless. I guess some thing's never change.
"Uh, hi, Michael!" I said in a cheery voice, trying to not look at his buff chest. Which was even better than I remember from three years ago!
"Thermopolis, Lars." Michael looked up at Lars. They had always gotten on pretty well.
"Um, I just wanted to know if you wanted to catch up? You know, go for a cup of coffee or something maybe..."
"I'm pretty busy today," he said, not sounding as if he really was busy.
"Well what about tomorrow? Are you free in the afternoon?" I have my first class in the morning, but I have the afternoon off.
Michael, probably sensing I was not going to leave until he agreed, said, "Fine. Tomorrow then. Come back here at 3.30."
"Michael?" A female voice called out from behind him. Oh god, his girlfriend is here. She's probably going to think I'm hitting on him!
"Great, I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." I didn't exactly want to stick around if Ms. Tour guide was there, so I quickly turned around to leave. But not quick enough.
"Who's your friend?" she asked.
I turned back around to face them. Michael was casually leaning against the doorframe, a bored expression on his face.
"Just someone I used to know," he said rather rudely.
"Hi, I'm Mia," I said, overlooking Michael's attempt to brush me off yet again.
"I'm Holly. I'm Michael's girlfriend," she announced the last part smugly, as if it were an accomplishment.
"It's nice to meet you. Well I'll see you both around, I have to go. " And then I turned around once more and actually walked away this time.
Behind me I could here Holly saying, "So who is she really, Michael?" in an accusing tone as she shut the door.
I felt like going back there to declare my innocence, I didn't want her thinking I was after Michael or anything. I mean, really, I have some morals, you know. And not only that, but I have a boyfriend too!
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everything you don't recognise.
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Mia's POV...
The tour just finished, and needless to say, it was much more informative than Alex's had been.
But throughout the whole tour Michael never so much as looked at me, let alone spoke to me. I just ran up to catch up to him, but he completly brushed me off! I mean really, rude much?
Dejected, I turned around and almost bumped right into Maggie.
"Oof! Sorry." I said. Why do I always seem to be bumping into people? At least I hadn't knocked her to the ground.
"That's ok, listen, do you want to go get some lunch? I found a really cute café not to far from here."
"Um, sure. Just give me a minute." I walked over to where Lars was. He'd managed to stay quite far back from me during the tour, I don't think anyone even realised he was with me.
"Hey, Lars, this girl I met wants to get lunch at a nearby café, is that ok?"
"Of course, Princess, I'll follow behind," he replied.
Maggie was looking at Lars strangely when I returned to her. Great. I knew he was going to cause uneasiness.
"Who's the guy?" she asked.
"Oh, um, he's um... he's my bodyguard. Come on, I'm starving, let's go."
"Your bodyguard?" she sounded nervous, just like most people do. She cautiously looked over her shoulder at Lars, "Why do you need a bodyguard?"
I hate explaining this to people, usually it just freaks them out.
I sighed and replied, "Because I'm a princess."
"Oh wow! I heard you were coming to Columbia, but I never thought it was you. I expected you to be wearing a crown or something!"
Everyone says that. Nobody ever thinks of me as 'princess' material. I'm not really sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I laughed her comment off and we kept walking.
"Was that you running around school last night?" she asked.
"Yeah, that was me."
"Was that your boyfriend?"
"Uh huh. His name is Alex. But he doesn't go here, he goes to college in Forrester."
"Oh, I see. He's a cutie. I mean, he's no Mr. Tour Guide, but he's still hot. But that tour guide dude, how good was he? What was his name again?"
"Michael."
"Yeah, that was it. I wonder if there is a Mrs. Tour Guide?" She started laughing as if this was the funniest thing anyone had ever said. Which is wasn't.
"Well, he has a girlfriend, but I don't think he's married." Lilly never mentioned anything about him being married, I think she would have mentioned it if something like that happened.
"So he's still up for grabs then! I like a challenge."
What? This girl is unbelievable. Michael has a girlfriend, which means he wouldn't so much as be thinking about another girl, least of all a girl who thinks like Maggie does. Sheesh!
* * *
It's been just over a week since I arrived here, and school starts tomorrow! Eek!
I haven't seen Michael since the day of the tour, I've seen his stalker Maggie heaps, she won't leave me alone! But her upbeatness has died down, I think it was just nerves.
My room mate moved in, her name is Hayley and she seems pretty nice. She is totally cool about the princess thing, which is a relief.
So for the past week I've just been hanging out with Hayley and Maggie. I haven't really made any other friends yet.
Today I plan to track down Michael and make him talk to me. He can't avoid me forever.
I left my dorm room and headed to the front reception desk. Now that school was starting the offices will be open. Hopefully they can tell me where Michael is living.
"Hi!" I said to the lady behind the desk. "I was wondering if you could give me some information on a student, like his dorm room number or something…"
"The name?" she asked without even looking up from her computer.
"Michael Moscovitz."
"One second... Michael J Moscovitz, room 103, Furnald."
"Thanks a lot," I said as I scribbled the number and building down.
"Come on," I told Lars as I headed back out the door, in the direction I thought Furnald was.
We walked up the two flights of stairs to room 103, and then I stood before it and smoothed my hair, checking myself over. I know I don't still feel the same way about Michael as I once did, but he's still Michael! Even if I do have a boyfriend it doesn't mean I want Michael to see me looking like street trash.
I knocked three times, "Here goes," I whispered to Lars, who smiled encouragingly back.
The door opened, and Michael stood there shirtless. I guess some thing's never change.
"Uh, hi, Michael!" I said in a cheery voice, trying to not look at his buff chest. Which was even better than I remember from three years ago!
"Thermopolis, Lars." Michael looked up at Lars. They had always gotten on pretty well.
"Um, I just wanted to know if you wanted to catch up? You know, go for a cup of coffee or something maybe..."
"I'm pretty busy today," he said, not sounding as if he really was busy.
"Well what about tomorrow? Are you free in the afternoon?" I have my first class in the morning, but I have the afternoon off.
Michael, probably sensing I was not going to leave until he agreed, said, "Fine. Tomorrow then. Come back here at 3.30."
"Michael?" A female voice called out from behind him. Oh god, his girlfriend is here. She's probably going to think I'm hitting on him!
"Great, I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." I didn't exactly want to stick around if Ms. Tour guide was there, so I quickly turned around to leave. But not quick enough.
"Who's your friend?" she asked.
I turned back around to face them. Michael was casually leaning against the doorframe, a bored expression on his face.
"Just someone I used to know," he said rather rudely.
"Hi, I'm Mia," I said, overlooking Michael's attempt to brush me off yet again.
"I'm Holly. I'm Michael's girlfriend," she announced the last part smugly, as if it were an accomplishment.
"It's nice to meet you. Well I'll see you both around, I have to go. " And then I turned around once more and actually walked away this time.
Behind me I could here Holly saying, "So who is she really, Michael?" in an accusing tone as she shut the door.
I felt like going back there to declare my innocence, I didn't want her thinking I was after Michael or anything. I mean, really, I have some morals, you know. And not only that, but I have a boyfriend too!
