Sorry, it's been longer than I thought it would be, but I'm sick. So I'm
just gonna update, and go back to bed.
I'll start putting up the new story as soon as I feel better. But it hurts to type right now.
Oh, and Prongs37, you make me happy. But typing up that story is at the bottom of my list of things to do, cos I have nothing to do with it yet. But once I eventually get around to it, I might just have to email it to ya. I don't think there will be a section for it.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everyone and everything, including me.
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Michael pulled back from the kiss and left Mia wanting more.
"What was that?" she asked breathlessly, more calm than he'd ever seen her before. Her lips were still tingling from where they'd been pressed against Michael's for five blissful seconds.
"That was to calm you down," Michael said matter of factly.
"Oh..." Mia replied, a little disappointed. "Wait, you mean you kissed me just to shut me up?"
"No," Michael said quickly. "I kissed you to calm you down. And it worked. Momentarily anyway. Everyone knows love is the best medicine."
"I thought that was laughter?" Mia objected.
"Well... it is. But love comes in a pretty close second. Would you rather I make you laugh next time?"
Mia didn't answer him. She didn't want to admit that she wouldn't mind a little more love medicine.
"So it was purely to calm me down?" she asked, wonderingly.
"Why else would I have done it?" Michael asked her, not looking directly at her. "Because you thought I wanted to?"
"No, not at all. I just... oh, never mind."
Lars came back at that second, appearing oblivious to the scene he'd most definitely just watched with interest.
"Princess," he started. "I can't find anything that will help us get out. It looks like we're just going to have to wait until they come back to find us."
"And when will that be?" Mia asked.
"I don't know. But I'm going to, uh... check something up the back," he made up. "Just call out if you need me."
Then he left them alone again.
"So... What are we going to do to occupy ourselves until they get here?" Michael asked her.
Mia knew what she wanted to do, it was the same thing Michael wanted to do too, but neither of them would admit it.
"I don't know, there's nothing really to do. You don't have a pack of playing cards or anything do you?"
"I'm Calculator-Boy, remember?"
"Right, sorry. I guess we could just talk," Mia suggested.
"Ok, about what?"
"Geez, Michael, do I have to think of everything?" Mia laughed and Michael smiled back.
"Sorry," he apologised. "How about we talk about Lilly and her mission in life being to destroy me?"
"She doesn't want to destroy you, Michael."
"Oh yeah? Then how come last week, when we went into 7/11 to get milk, she told the clerk I need man-sized diapers and did they have any?"
Mia couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, come on. You have to admit that that's funny. And it's not as if you don't play your own practical jokes on her!"
Michael couldn't deny that.
"Yeah, well mine are all in good taste. Almost always anyway."
Things were silent for a minute, then Mia spoke up. "How much longer do you think we'll be in here?"
"Oh, come on, you're not freaking out again, are you, Mia? Are you already sick of my company? We've only been in here an hour or so."
"I can't help it, Michael. I'm claustrophobic and scared."
"Do I have to resort to the laughter medicine?" he asked her.
Mia half smiled and nodded.
Michael sighed and stood up, thinking he'd much rather do the love medicine thing instead. Funny was not really his thing.
But nonetheless he put on his best 'Fat Bastard' impersonation and strutted around in front of her.
"Don't ya just love ma sexy body?" he said, really strutting his stuff. "You can keep your money, Dr. Evil, I want your baby... I'm higher in the food chain, get in ma belly!...I've got more chins than a Chinese phonebook!... I eat because I'm unhappy, I'm unhappy because I eat...Owwww, right in the mummy-daddy button!"
Mia was laughing so hard her sides were aching, and she didn't even remember that they were locked in the room with no way out. Laughter really was the best medicine.
Michael stopped strutting and sat down next to her again.
"You see," he said to her as she tried to control her laughter. "We do have chemistry," he was looking at her directly in the eyes.
That shut her up quickly. "What?"
"You and me. It's like electricity, don't you feel it?"
Mia didn't know if Michael was being serious or if this was just another way of getting her to calm down. Only this way, in her opinion, was not as effective as the first two.
"I don't know..." she lied.
"I felt it before I kissed you, and then when I did it felt like I was being electrocuted. Didn't you feel anything?"
"Michael, I... what... what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about us, Mia. You and me and the connection we have... But obviously you don't feel the same way... Boy, it's a great time to be locked in a room you can't get out of," he said, his face dropping as he went to stand up.
"No, wait. I... I do feel a connection. I just... I didn't think you did too. I thought you were playing around, you know, laughter being the best medicine and all..."
"Laughter is overrated," he said, before leaning in and kissing her, this time because he wanted to. "I think love just took the top spot," he mumbled.
A few minutes later they were blinded by the light that came pouring through the now open doors.
"Hey!" he said, pulling back. "We're free!"
Lilly, Boris and a tour guide walked in. The tour guide started apologising straight away but Lilly cut her off when she noticed the close proximity between Michael and Mia. "Don't worry," she said. "I don't think they minded too much."
Then she turned to Mia and Michael. "I knew I should have locked you two in a room long ago. Why didn't I think of it?"
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You know what to do, and you know you want to do it. So just give in and do it.
I'll start putting up the new story as soon as I feel better. But it hurts to type right now.
Oh, and Prongs37, you make me happy. But typing up that story is at the bottom of my list of things to do, cos I have nothing to do with it yet. But once I eventually get around to it, I might just have to email it to ya. I don't think there will be a section for it.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everyone and everything, including me.
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Michael pulled back from the kiss and left Mia wanting more.
"What was that?" she asked breathlessly, more calm than he'd ever seen her before. Her lips were still tingling from where they'd been pressed against Michael's for five blissful seconds.
"That was to calm you down," Michael said matter of factly.
"Oh..." Mia replied, a little disappointed. "Wait, you mean you kissed me just to shut me up?"
"No," Michael said quickly. "I kissed you to calm you down. And it worked. Momentarily anyway. Everyone knows love is the best medicine."
"I thought that was laughter?" Mia objected.
"Well... it is. But love comes in a pretty close second. Would you rather I make you laugh next time?"
Mia didn't answer him. She didn't want to admit that she wouldn't mind a little more love medicine.
"So it was purely to calm me down?" she asked, wonderingly.
"Why else would I have done it?" Michael asked her, not looking directly at her. "Because you thought I wanted to?"
"No, not at all. I just... oh, never mind."
Lars came back at that second, appearing oblivious to the scene he'd most definitely just watched with interest.
"Princess," he started. "I can't find anything that will help us get out. It looks like we're just going to have to wait until they come back to find us."
"And when will that be?" Mia asked.
"I don't know. But I'm going to, uh... check something up the back," he made up. "Just call out if you need me."
Then he left them alone again.
"So... What are we going to do to occupy ourselves until they get here?" Michael asked her.
Mia knew what she wanted to do, it was the same thing Michael wanted to do too, but neither of them would admit it.
"I don't know, there's nothing really to do. You don't have a pack of playing cards or anything do you?"
"I'm Calculator-Boy, remember?"
"Right, sorry. I guess we could just talk," Mia suggested.
"Ok, about what?"
"Geez, Michael, do I have to think of everything?" Mia laughed and Michael smiled back.
"Sorry," he apologised. "How about we talk about Lilly and her mission in life being to destroy me?"
"She doesn't want to destroy you, Michael."
"Oh yeah? Then how come last week, when we went into 7/11 to get milk, she told the clerk I need man-sized diapers and did they have any?"
Mia couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, come on. You have to admit that that's funny. And it's not as if you don't play your own practical jokes on her!"
Michael couldn't deny that.
"Yeah, well mine are all in good taste. Almost always anyway."
Things were silent for a minute, then Mia spoke up. "How much longer do you think we'll be in here?"
"Oh, come on, you're not freaking out again, are you, Mia? Are you already sick of my company? We've only been in here an hour or so."
"I can't help it, Michael. I'm claustrophobic and scared."
"Do I have to resort to the laughter medicine?" he asked her.
Mia half smiled and nodded.
Michael sighed and stood up, thinking he'd much rather do the love medicine thing instead. Funny was not really his thing.
But nonetheless he put on his best 'Fat Bastard' impersonation and strutted around in front of her.
"Don't ya just love ma sexy body?" he said, really strutting his stuff. "You can keep your money, Dr. Evil, I want your baby... I'm higher in the food chain, get in ma belly!...I've got more chins than a Chinese phonebook!... I eat because I'm unhappy, I'm unhappy because I eat...Owwww, right in the mummy-daddy button!"
Mia was laughing so hard her sides were aching, and she didn't even remember that they were locked in the room with no way out. Laughter really was the best medicine.
Michael stopped strutting and sat down next to her again.
"You see," he said to her as she tried to control her laughter. "We do have chemistry," he was looking at her directly in the eyes.
That shut her up quickly. "What?"
"You and me. It's like electricity, don't you feel it?"
Mia didn't know if Michael was being serious or if this was just another way of getting her to calm down. Only this way, in her opinion, was not as effective as the first two.
"I don't know..." she lied.
"I felt it before I kissed you, and then when I did it felt like I was being electrocuted. Didn't you feel anything?"
"Michael, I... what... what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about us, Mia. You and me and the connection we have... But obviously you don't feel the same way... Boy, it's a great time to be locked in a room you can't get out of," he said, his face dropping as he went to stand up.
"No, wait. I... I do feel a connection. I just... I didn't think you did too. I thought you were playing around, you know, laughter being the best medicine and all..."
"Laughter is overrated," he said, before leaning in and kissing her, this time because he wanted to. "I think love just took the top spot," he mumbled.
A few minutes later they were blinded by the light that came pouring through the now open doors.
"Hey!" he said, pulling back. "We're free!"
Lilly, Boris and a tour guide walked in. The tour guide started apologising straight away but Lilly cut her off when she noticed the close proximity between Michael and Mia. "Don't worry," she said. "I don't think they minded too much."
Then she turned to Mia and Michael. "I knew I should have locked you two in a room long ago. Why didn't I think of it?"
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You know what to do, and you know you want to do it. So just give in and do it.