Ta-da!!! Final chapter peoples!
I wrote this a few months ago, and when I did I also had another idea to do one (using this same format) for the song "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow" and I still intend to do it, but I may have to change the title of it because... you'll see. But, I did have the idea for it months ago, so when I finally get it up, I don't want flames saying I copied anyone else's fic. Cos I didn't. And it'll be totally different anyway. But I just wanted to clarify that.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everyone.
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Mia's POV
I just finished my last exam for the semester! That's my first semester over! I'm surprised I was able to concentrate at all this year so far, it's been so hectic.
But Michael and I have managed to stay friends. And things aren't as uncomfortable any more.
And I've completly gotten over Alex. He hasn't called or come by since I threatened him with the restraining order, and I'm glad. Seeing him right now would just make things even more crazy.
Michael has been so great helping me prepare for exams. He never took politics, but he still helped me make sense of what they were talking about. It felt just like it was back in G&T with Michael helping me with Algebra. Our knees accidently bumping, out hands gently grazing each others, him smelling so clean and... Oh God, I'm totally in love with him again.
I've been denying it for the past few months, but I can't deny it any longer.
I mean, how could I not love him? He's perfect, even more perfect than I once thought Alex was. He's smart, funny, good looking, kind, everything I want.
But I've blown all of the chances I've ever had with him. I told him I only wanted to be friends, so that's all we are now. That's why things aren't weird between us now, because he's over me! He's completly and truly over me!
What am I supposed to do now? If I asked Tina I know she would just tell me to tell him the truth, but I don't know if I can do that. I'm not as assertive person.
But neither is Michael, "I'm not assertive enough to go after the things I want," he'd said in reference to me.
I know I should tell him, but I don't know how. So I started by simply picking up the phone and calling him.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey, Michael. It's Mia."
"Hey. What's up?"
"Well I just finished my last exam... and I thought... if you've finished too, maybe we could hang out or something?" I held my breath.
"Sure. Do you have anything in mind?"
"Um, not really. How about I just come over and we watch movies or something?"
"Yeah ok. Come over whenever you're ready."
"Ok, I'll see you soon," I said as I hung up, a big dorky grin plastered on my face.
Right, I'll find some way of telling him today. I won't chicken out. I can't chicken out, Christmas holidays begin tomorrow, if I don't do it now I'll have to wait till next semester. And I don't want to wait till next semester, so it's do or die.
* * *
I stood in front of Michael's door and smoothed myself over. Then I knocked.
He opened the door. "Hey," he greeted me.
"Hi," I replied, walking in. Lars had already said he would stand guard outside.
"So how did your final exam go?" he asked me as we sat down on the edge of his bed.
That is so not what I came here to talk about. But how do I change the subject from school to what I really came here for?
"Uh, it was ok. I think."
"Good, you should do fine, politics is in your blood after all."
"Yeah, don't put the pressure and expectations on me or anything!" I said jokingly.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Yeah, I know."
"So what do you want to watch?" He pushed himself back against the bed so his back was leaning against the wall and his feet straight out in front of him. He was juggiling the remote from hand to hand.
"I think you know what I want to watch," I said with a grin, pushing myself backon the bed next to him.
"No, no, no, no. We're not watching the Lifetime Channel."
"Why not? They're having a Tracey Gold marathon right now!" I grabbed the remote from him and changed the channel.
"Hey!" he cried as he tried to grab it back.
But I was too quick, I lifted my hand out of his way, unfortunetly it flew out of my hand as I did so. It landed on the floor on the other side of the room.
We both jumped up off the bed and dove for it.
Michael got there first and I jumped on top of him. He was now lying on his back, my face just inches from his.
So I did the only thing I could think of, I leaned down and kissed him.
For a second he kissed me back, but then he stopped and pushed me off him. Then he stood up and backed away from me. His face turned to the floor.
Great, somehow I'd stuffed things up again. Good one, Mia.
"No," he said, looking confused. "I don't want to do this."
"Do what?"
"I don't want to kiss you and then you tell tell me you don't want to be with me. I can't handle that."
"But, Michael... I... I do want to be with you." I stood up as I said it, then I faced him and looked him directly in the eyes.
"What?" He sounded genuinly shocked.
"I do... I do want to be with you. I think I love you, Michael. I'm sorry. I know it's too late, I know you don't love me any more, but I just thought... that I should tell you."
"Well, why the hell didn't you say so earlier?" he asked as he walked over to me and kissed me again.
There was so much passion in that one kiss than I'd ever had with Alex, or god forbid with Kenny.
Eventually we broke apart and just stared into each other eyes for a minute, before I said, "Does this mean you still like me?"
"Like you? Mia, I've been in love with you for years! You're the person I sing "Creep" about. You're the person I sing all my songs about... except that time I sang "Baby Got Back"... but that was just a dare."
"Really?" The big dorky reappeared on my face. "That song is about me?"
"Of course it is. I even wrote "Tall Drink of Water" about you too."
Wow! It was about me!
"You're not a creep though, Michael. Or a weirdo."
He just smiled down at me in response. Then he kissed me again.
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Yay, that's the end. Boo hoo hoo.
But I'll put up a new two parter in a few days, maybe tomorrow. And then I'll put up "Pretty Woman" after that. Look out for both!
And if you read this, and liked it at all, please review it. Even if it's months after I've put it up. Thanks for reading!
I wrote this a few months ago, and when I did I also had another idea to do one (using this same format) for the song "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow" and I still intend to do it, but I may have to change the title of it because... you'll see. But, I did have the idea for it months ago, so when I finally get it up, I don't want flames saying I copied anyone else's fic. Cos I didn't. And it'll be totally different anyway. But I just wanted to clarify that.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everyone.
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Mia's POV
I just finished my last exam for the semester! That's my first semester over! I'm surprised I was able to concentrate at all this year so far, it's been so hectic.
But Michael and I have managed to stay friends. And things aren't as uncomfortable any more.
And I've completly gotten over Alex. He hasn't called or come by since I threatened him with the restraining order, and I'm glad. Seeing him right now would just make things even more crazy.
Michael has been so great helping me prepare for exams. He never took politics, but he still helped me make sense of what they were talking about. It felt just like it was back in G&T with Michael helping me with Algebra. Our knees accidently bumping, out hands gently grazing each others, him smelling so clean and... Oh God, I'm totally in love with him again.
I've been denying it for the past few months, but I can't deny it any longer.
I mean, how could I not love him? He's perfect, even more perfect than I once thought Alex was. He's smart, funny, good looking, kind, everything I want.
But I've blown all of the chances I've ever had with him. I told him I only wanted to be friends, so that's all we are now. That's why things aren't weird between us now, because he's over me! He's completly and truly over me!
What am I supposed to do now? If I asked Tina I know she would just tell me to tell him the truth, but I don't know if I can do that. I'm not as assertive person.
But neither is Michael, "I'm not assertive enough to go after the things I want," he'd said in reference to me.
I know I should tell him, but I don't know how. So I started by simply picking up the phone and calling him.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hey, Michael. It's Mia."
"Hey. What's up?"
"Well I just finished my last exam... and I thought... if you've finished too, maybe we could hang out or something?" I held my breath.
"Sure. Do you have anything in mind?"
"Um, not really. How about I just come over and we watch movies or something?"
"Yeah ok. Come over whenever you're ready."
"Ok, I'll see you soon," I said as I hung up, a big dorky grin plastered on my face.
Right, I'll find some way of telling him today. I won't chicken out. I can't chicken out, Christmas holidays begin tomorrow, if I don't do it now I'll have to wait till next semester. And I don't want to wait till next semester, so it's do or die.
* * *
I stood in front of Michael's door and smoothed myself over. Then I knocked.
He opened the door. "Hey," he greeted me.
"Hi," I replied, walking in. Lars had already said he would stand guard outside.
"So how did your final exam go?" he asked me as we sat down on the edge of his bed.
That is so not what I came here to talk about. But how do I change the subject from school to what I really came here for?
"Uh, it was ok. I think."
"Good, you should do fine, politics is in your blood after all."
"Yeah, don't put the pressure and expectations on me or anything!" I said jokingly.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Yeah, I know."
"So what do you want to watch?" He pushed himself back against the bed so his back was leaning against the wall and his feet straight out in front of him. He was juggiling the remote from hand to hand.
"I think you know what I want to watch," I said with a grin, pushing myself backon the bed next to him.
"No, no, no, no. We're not watching the Lifetime Channel."
"Why not? They're having a Tracey Gold marathon right now!" I grabbed the remote from him and changed the channel.
"Hey!" he cried as he tried to grab it back.
But I was too quick, I lifted my hand out of his way, unfortunetly it flew out of my hand as I did so. It landed on the floor on the other side of the room.
We both jumped up off the bed and dove for it.
Michael got there first and I jumped on top of him. He was now lying on his back, my face just inches from his.
So I did the only thing I could think of, I leaned down and kissed him.
For a second he kissed me back, but then he stopped and pushed me off him. Then he stood up and backed away from me. His face turned to the floor.
Great, somehow I'd stuffed things up again. Good one, Mia.
"No," he said, looking confused. "I don't want to do this."
"Do what?"
"I don't want to kiss you and then you tell tell me you don't want to be with me. I can't handle that."
"But, Michael... I... I do want to be with you." I stood up as I said it, then I faced him and looked him directly in the eyes.
"What?" He sounded genuinly shocked.
"I do... I do want to be with you. I think I love you, Michael. I'm sorry. I know it's too late, I know you don't love me any more, but I just thought... that I should tell you."
"Well, why the hell didn't you say so earlier?" he asked as he walked over to me and kissed me again.
There was so much passion in that one kiss than I'd ever had with Alex, or god forbid with Kenny.
Eventually we broke apart and just stared into each other eyes for a minute, before I said, "Does this mean you still like me?"
"Like you? Mia, I've been in love with you for years! You're the person I sing "Creep" about. You're the person I sing all my songs about... except that time I sang "Baby Got Back"... but that was just a dare."
"Really?" The big dorky reappeared on my face. "That song is about me?"
"Of course it is. I even wrote "Tall Drink of Water" about you too."
Wow! It was about me!
"You're not a creep though, Michael. Or a weirdo."
He just smiled down at me in response. Then he kissed me again.
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Yay, that's the end. Boo hoo hoo.
But I'll put up a new two parter in a few days, maybe tomorrow. And then I'll put up "Pretty Woman" after that. Look out for both!
And if you read this, and liked it at all, please review it. Even if it's months after I've put it up. Thanks for reading!
