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What's Their Name: Michael was never a hottie? Michael is the emboddiment of all things hot, at least in my mind. But each to her own, keep reading though!

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters you don't recognise.

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Michael's POV...

Coffee with Mia. What could be worse. I can't believe I was the one who initiated it too. What was I even thinking?

I know what I was thinking, I was thinking that I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and that I wanted to replace her with Mia.

But I couldn't even look her in the eyes.

Finally she'd asked me what was wrong and I told her about Holly, making her think that was what I was distracted about.

She actually thought I'd sung "Creep" about Holly, and then when I told her it wasn't she guessed Judith Gershner!

Does she really have no clue about how I feel? Or how I used to feel? I find it hard to believe in all the years she's been best friends with Lilly, Lilly never told her about me.

I bet she even thinks that "I love you too" computer game was just a joke.

Well good. Because I don't want her to ever know how I feel, or felt. Ever.

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I am now going to kill Lilly. I don't know who she thinks she is, butting into my life like she did with Holly.

"Mia, I'm not going to tell you exactly what I said ok?" Lilly answered the phone.

"Lilly, what are you talking about?"

"Oh Michael, I thought you were Mia. I just hung up from her."

"And what is it you don't want to tell her?"

"Yeah, right. As if I'm going to tell you, Michael. Now what do you want?"

"I want to know what you told Holly about me and Mia. That's what I'd like to know!"

"Oh, she told you about that did she?"

"Yes, she did. Right after I broke up with her."

"You broke up with her? Why? I mean, she sounded like a psycho stalker and all, but why?"

"Nuh uh. I'm the one asking the questions here, now what did you tell her? That I'm 'screwed up'?"

"Michael, if you already know what I told her then why are you calling me?"

"Just tell me exactly what you said, already."

"Ok, ok. I just told her that you and Mia have a chequered past. And that you are probably a little confused right now. Ok, so I said screwed up instead of confused. So sue me."

"Maybe I should!"

"Michael, you can't be serious, I did you a favour. Now you are free from her and you can do something about Mia."

"What are you even talking about, Lill?"

"Oh, Michael, my dear, dear brother. You can't honestly tell me that seeing Mia everyday isn't eating you up inside. I know it is. I still remember how hopeless you were in your Senior year, you know."

"Hey. I was never 'hopeless'. I just liked her a bit, is all."

"Please, do not downplay your feelings. You're talking to me, remember. So do you still 'like her a little bit'?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"You guess? Michael, get your head out the clouds and do something about this already. And don't be calling up to blame me every time something bad happens in your life. It's not always my fault."

Yeah, just most of the time.

I hung up and lay back on my bed. What am I going to do about this?

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I'm still thinking about it a few days later. I just can't figure it out. But it's totally messing with my life, I can't concentrate, I can't think. I can't do anything without thinking about Mia and what could have been.

Maybe if I'd just been able to talk to her after the Carnival all those years ago. Maybe we'd be together now, and she wouldn't be with this Alex loser.

Well, he actually seemed like a nice guy, but I'm better. Ah hell, no I'm not. I can't even get my life in order. At least he seems pretty stable.

I'm walking around campus, just thinking about what to do, because I honestly have no idea. It looks like it's going to rain, but I don't care. Let it pour. Maybe it will wash the patheticness that is me away.

I was right, ten minutes later it started to rain. Big, heavy raindrops soaked me to the bone. I'm freezing, but I didn't stop walking. Not until I'd subconsciously arrived at Mia's dorm room. I don't even know how I got there. But I think I've made up my decision about what to do. Now it's just a matter of going through with it and hoping for the best.

Not bothering to check myself over, I knew I looked like shit, I knocked on her door and waited for her to answer.

Here goes nothing. Though techincally, it should be, here goes everything.

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