Someone asked what the J in Michael's name stood for. Meh, I dunno. I just figured J sounded good. James maybe...
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Michael's POV....
I managed to avoid Mia for an entire week, mostly by staying in my dorm room and only occassionally going down to the computer labs. But I always kept my eyes peeled whenever I left my dorm. Geez, it sounds like she's the devil or something. When really, she's the exact opposite.
But she tracked me down anyway. She must have asked for my room number from the receptionist. Isn't that against some kind of privacy rule or something?
So I have to go 'catch up' with her tomorrow after class. It just so happens we both have Monday afternoons free. How convienient. But I couldn't really say no. I already said no to going out today, even though I'm not busy. I guess it's just inevitable.
As is the hounding Holly is giving me about her.
"So who is she really, Michael?" she asked as she shut the door. "And don't tell me she's just a girl, because she is obviously more than that. Spill."
"She's my little sister's best friend. That's all."
"That's all? You're sure? You're not keeping anything from me?"
So what if I was? We've only been dating for two months, it's not exactly what I would call a long term relationship. I mean, I'm not exactly at the stage where I'm about to admit things like the fact that every Halloween, up until I was fourteen, I used to dress up as different characters from Star Wars, so why should I tell her the real story behind Mia?
"Of course not," I lied. "Just forget about her, would you?" I pulled her into me and kissed her, hoping to distract her long enough for her to forget about Mia. Hoping it would make me forget about her too.
She pulled away, "But what did she..." she started.
But I kissed her again and she soon shut up.
* * *
It's the first day of class today. I headed down to the caf for my usual breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast.
As soon as I sat down I was joined by someone I didn't recognise. At least not at first.
"Hey, how are you?" she asked.
"Um, fine thanks, you?" I asked, having no clue as to who she actually was.
"I'm great. Yeah, really psyched about classes today, ha ha. Psyched! Get it? I'm doing a Psychology course! Ha ha ha!"
"Um, yeah. Good one." I pretended to laugh along. Who is this girl anyway?
Suddenly I saw Mia walk into the caf, she joined the line.
I instinctively ducked my head at the sight of her, the girl next to me noticed. She looked at the line and saw Mia. "Oh, you know Mia don't you?"
How does she know that?
"Yeah. How do you know?"
"She told me a while ago, during the school tour, that you were her best friends older brother or something."
"So that's who this girl is," I thought to myself, suddenly remembering her as the preppy girl standing next to Mia during the tour. But why is she sitting next to me?
"Yeah, that's right."
"Cool. Listen, I'd love to sit here all day and chat, but I think I'll go sit with Mia. Catch ya later!" She stood up and joined Mia, who'd just gotten to the end of the line.
Mia saw me and smiled, but didn't come over.
John sat down in the seat the girl had just vacated, I hadn't even gotten her name.
"Who was that?" he asked. John plays the keyboards in my band. He replaced Paul who is in College on the other side of the country, and he's the only one in the band who goes to Columbia with me.
"I have no idea," I answered truthfully.
"It looked like she knew who you are, since she smiled and all."
Oh, he meant Mia.
"Oh her, yeah, she's just an old friend."
"An old friend? Or an old girlfriend?"
"Just an old friend."
"Cool, 'just an old friend' means I can hit on her. She's pretty hot, Moscovitz. Or did you not notice, too busy with your own hot little girlfriend?"
"Just leave her alone, John. I mean it. She's out of your league." It's true, she's way too good for a guy like John.
"Out of my league? I don't think so, little man. She might be out of your league, current girlfriend not included, but no one is out of MY league. I can have any girl I want."
"I'm telling you, man, just leave her alone."
"Alright, dude! Chill. There's plenty of fish left in the sea for Johnny-Boy. If it's that important to you, I won't make any moves. Why are you so protective of her anyway?"
"I just am."
"Care to elaborate?"
I didn't. I really didn't. But John's the kind of guy who won't let up on something until he's satisfied.
"She's just my sister's best friend, ok?" I wasn't saying anything else.
"Ok. Whatever. So are you ready for the gig on Saturday? It's gonna be great."
"Yeah, I guess. But we'd better get to class. We don't want to be late on our first day back."
"You're so uptight, Moscovitz," he said playing with a piece of bacon on his plate.
I glared at him, "Alright! I'm coming," he said, dropping the bacon and standing up.
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Disclaimer:Meg Cabot own's all characters you don't recognise.
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Michael's POV....
I managed to avoid Mia for an entire week, mostly by staying in my dorm room and only occassionally going down to the computer labs. But I always kept my eyes peeled whenever I left my dorm. Geez, it sounds like she's the devil or something. When really, she's the exact opposite.
But she tracked me down anyway. She must have asked for my room number from the receptionist. Isn't that against some kind of privacy rule or something?
So I have to go 'catch up' with her tomorrow after class. It just so happens we both have Monday afternoons free. How convienient. But I couldn't really say no. I already said no to going out today, even though I'm not busy. I guess it's just inevitable.
As is the hounding Holly is giving me about her.
"So who is she really, Michael?" she asked as she shut the door. "And don't tell me she's just a girl, because she is obviously more than that. Spill."
"She's my little sister's best friend. That's all."
"That's all? You're sure? You're not keeping anything from me?"
So what if I was? We've only been dating for two months, it's not exactly what I would call a long term relationship. I mean, I'm not exactly at the stage where I'm about to admit things like the fact that every Halloween, up until I was fourteen, I used to dress up as different characters from Star Wars, so why should I tell her the real story behind Mia?
"Of course not," I lied. "Just forget about her, would you?" I pulled her into me and kissed her, hoping to distract her long enough for her to forget about Mia. Hoping it would make me forget about her too.
She pulled away, "But what did she..." she started.
But I kissed her again and she soon shut up.
* * *
It's the first day of class today. I headed down to the caf for my usual breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast.
As soon as I sat down I was joined by someone I didn't recognise. At least not at first.
"Hey, how are you?" she asked.
"Um, fine thanks, you?" I asked, having no clue as to who she actually was.
"I'm great. Yeah, really psyched about classes today, ha ha. Psyched! Get it? I'm doing a Psychology course! Ha ha ha!"
"Um, yeah. Good one." I pretended to laugh along. Who is this girl anyway?
Suddenly I saw Mia walk into the caf, she joined the line.
I instinctively ducked my head at the sight of her, the girl next to me noticed. She looked at the line and saw Mia. "Oh, you know Mia don't you?"
How does she know that?
"Yeah. How do you know?"
"She told me a while ago, during the school tour, that you were her best friends older brother or something."
"So that's who this girl is," I thought to myself, suddenly remembering her as the preppy girl standing next to Mia during the tour. But why is she sitting next to me?
"Yeah, that's right."
"Cool. Listen, I'd love to sit here all day and chat, but I think I'll go sit with Mia. Catch ya later!" She stood up and joined Mia, who'd just gotten to the end of the line.
Mia saw me and smiled, but didn't come over.
John sat down in the seat the girl had just vacated, I hadn't even gotten her name.
"Who was that?" he asked. John plays the keyboards in my band. He replaced Paul who is in College on the other side of the country, and he's the only one in the band who goes to Columbia with me.
"I have no idea," I answered truthfully.
"It looked like she knew who you are, since she smiled and all."
Oh, he meant Mia.
"Oh her, yeah, she's just an old friend."
"An old friend? Or an old girlfriend?"
"Just an old friend."
"Cool, 'just an old friend' means I can hit on her. She's pretty hot, Moscovitz. Or did you not notice, too busy with your own hot little girlfriend?"
"Just leave her alone, John. I mean it. She's out of your league." It's true, she's way too good for a guy like John.
"Out of my league? I don't think so, little man. She might be out of your league, current girlfriend not included, but no one is out of MY league. I can have any girl I want."
"I'm telling you, man, just leave her alone."
"Alright, dude! Chill. There's plenty of fish left in the sea for Johnny-Boy. If it's that important to you, I won't make any moves. Why are you so protective of her anyway?"
"I just am."
"Care to elaborate?"
I didn't. I really didn't. But John's the kind of guy who won't let up on something until he's satisfied.
"She's just my sister's best friend, ok?" I wasn't saying anything else.
"Ok. Whatever. So are you ready for the gig on Saturday? It's gonna be great."
"Yeah, I guess. But we'd better get to class. We don't want to be late on our first day back."
"You're so uptight, Moscovitz," he said playing with a piece of bacon on his plate.
I glared at him, "Alright! I'm coming," he said, dropping the bacon and standing up.
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