There were only three days of her stay left. Mia had had plenty of fun with
Lily, but she had noticed that there was less of Michael around. On a good
day, he would say hi in the morning if they were in the kitchen at the same
time but then he would be gone for the rest of the day. He was probably out
with Julie. And why shouldn't he be? It wasn't like Mia was all that
comfortable with Michael around, but she wouldn't have minded a little
friendly banter. Even the 'how's college' conversation would be better than
what she had now- nothing.
It was time that Mia moved on, she realized that she needed to find someone else, and quick. Before any more thoughts of Michael took over her head. And she also had a funeral to go to.
In her agreement with her dad, made when she was fourteen and newly clued in, she agreed to attending "functions of state," where her presence was needed. Her father called earlier that day to inform her that the Italian president had died, and although she didn't have to go to the ceremony in Italy, Genovias relationship with Italy was very important and she had to go to the ceremony in New York to show support. However since the press would be there, her father suggested that she get an escort so that they wouldn't make sudden conclusions that the princess would never get married. Oh yes, Mia would be worried too- about a single twenty-three old princess.
Mia having informed Lily about her quagmire was now brainstorming places to meet guys that would be up to par- based on her father's standards. Even guys she had dated in the past were up for consideration. Until Lily chimed in.
"Kenny?"
"What?"
"Kenny Showalter. he still lives in the city."
"No.just, no fucking way I'm going through that again."
"Okay, no Kenny.I wonder If he's still into anime"
"Stop- the memories are just flooding back."
"Hahaha."
"Oh and you made good boyfriend choices? What about Boris?"
"What about him?"
"Lily, he tucked his sweater in."
"You can't speak, you went out with Michael, computer geek extraordinaire."
"Well.I uh.love-loved him."
"Oy, Mia.you're still into him aren't you?"
"Uh-no, no, no!"
"Your nose is flaring."
"I have to sneeze."
"You can't lie to me."
"I'M NOT LYING!"
"Yes you are Mia, Why do you need to lie to me.I'm your best friend."
"I'm not lying."
"Okay Mia."
"I'm serious."
"Okay Mia, I believe you."
This made Mia upset. She did not appreciate being treated like a child. Especially by her best friend. Mia knew she wasn't lying. She most certainly didn't love Michael. Maybe she was in deep like/lust.but most of that was from jealousy. Right?
This was bad. This was worse than bad. This was the epitome of disaster. Michael Moscovitz's world was crashing down all around him. In a week, seven days, which was one hundred sixty-eight hours also known as ten thousand eighty seconds, Michael had a date with Mia.
So this wasn't a real date. He was just an escort. And Julie obviously didn't have a problem with this situation. It was her idea. She however, was oblivious to the fact that Michael and Mia had previously dated. And now she would never know. But this still involved talking to Mia somewhat, and if he did that his feelings would come flooding back, he just knew it.
This was all Lily's fault. If she hadn't mentioned Mia's problem during dinner this would have never happened. Michael saw the look of terror on Mia's face. This was supposed to be Mia's and Lily's last night. But Mia would be staying for another week until the funeral. Luckily for Michael she would stay at the Waldorf-Astoria. But unluckily for Michael Julie was actually paying attention to what Lily was saying to her parents, and then offered Michael up, thinking that Mia was just the little sister's best friend. Not the true object of her boyfriend's affections.
Michael retreated to his room, to asses the situation and see what he could do to minimize the awkwardness. Awkwardness was inevitable. He picked up his guitar that was in the same place he put it four years ago when Mia broke up with him. He strummed a few chords, and after a while he had a tune that he started humming along to. Then he heard a knock at the door.
.Thanks for the reviews.I appreciate it. And I swear, there is a plot
It was time that Mia moved on, she realized that she needed to find someone else, and quick. Before any more thoughts of Michael took over her head. And she also had a funeral to go to.
In her agreement with her dad, made when she was fourteen and newly clued in, she agreed to attending "functions of state," where her presence was needed. Her father called earlier that day to inform her that the Italian president had died, and although she didn't have to go to the ceremony in Italy, Genovias relationship with Italy was very important and she had to go to the ceremony in New York to show support. However since the press would be there, her father suggested that she get an escort so that they wouldn't make sudden conclusions that the princess would never get married. Oh yes, Mia would be worried too- about a single twenty-three old princess.
Mia having informed Lily about her quagmire was now brainstorming places to meet guys that would be up to par- based on her father's standards. Even guys she had dated in the past were up for consideration. Until Lily chimed in.
"Kenny?"
"What?"
"Kenny Showalter. he still lives in the city."
"No.just, no fucking way I'm going through that again."
"Okay, no Kenny.I wonder If he's still into anime"
"Stop- the memories are just flooding back."
"Hahaha."
"Oh and you made good boyfriend choices? What about Boris?"
"What about him?"
"Lily, he tucked his sweater in."
"You can't speak, you went out with Michael, computer geek extraordinaire."
"Well.I uh.love-loved him."
"Oy, Mia.you're still into him aren't you?"
"Uh-no, no, no!"
"Your nose is flaring."
"I have to sneeze."
"You can't lie to me."
"I'M NOT LYING!"
"Yes you are Mia, Why do you need to lie to me.I'm your best friend."
"I'm not lying."
"Okay Mia."
"I'm serious."
"Okay Mia, I believe you."
This made Mia upset. She did not appreciate being treated like a child. Especially by her best friend. Mia knew she wasn't lying. She most certainly didn't love Michael. Maybe she was in deep like/lust.but most of that was from jealousy. Right?
This was bad. This was worse than bad. This was the epitome of disaster. Michael Moscovitz's world was crashing down all around him. In a week, seven days, which was one hundred sixty-eight hours also known as ten thousand eighty seconds, Michael had a date with Mia.
So this wasn't a real date. He was just an escort. And Julie obviously didn't have a problem with this situation. It was her idea. She however, was oblivious to the fact that Michael and Mia had previously dated. And now she would never know. But this still involved talking to Mia somewhat, and if he did that his feelings would come flooding back, he just knew it.
This was all Lily's fault. If she hadn't mentioned Mia's problem during dinner this would have never happened. Michael saw the look of terror on Mia's face. This was supposed to be Mia's and Lily's last night. But Mia would be staying for another week until the funeral. Luckily for Michael she would stay at the Waldorf-Astoria. But unluckily for Michael Julie was actually paying attention to what Lily was saying to her parents, and then offered Michael up, thinking that Mia was just the little sister's best friend. Not the true object of her boyfriend's affections.
Michael retreated to his room, to asses the situation and see what he could do to minimize the awkwardness. Awkwardness was inevitable. He picked up his guitar that was in the same place he put it four years ago when Mia broke up with him. He strummed a few chords, and after a while he had a tune that he started humming along to. Then he heard a knock at the door.
.Thanks for the reviews.I appreciate it. And I swear, there is a plot