"Here," Michael said as he handed Mia a mug,
"Thanks," Mia replied as she put the cup on the table, and reached for another cookie. This was fun; her last day with Michael Moscovitz was at least on amicable terms. Or at least as amicable as a guy would be to a girl to whom he pledged his undying love to at one point, and was then dropped like a banana peel in a trash can for no sensible reason. Yep, things were going great.
They were just making friendly banter. To the point where Mia almost felt comfortable around Michael. It was almost like "old times." But the doorbell had to ring. And Julie had to have seen the one show that recalled Michael and Mia as "longtime girlfriend and boyfriend." Of course, Julie's jealousy and trust problems were necessary for the occasion too. But the most important of all was Julie's voice, which when she really wanted to make a scene could be heard across oceans.
Which is exactly three of the Moscovitz's neighbors looked outside when they heard Julie yell; "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME."
Michael however, being somewhat oblivious to Julie's knowledge-both fact and faction- could only look blankly and ask "What?" Then reached over to her and asked her to come in, before she made more of a scene.
"I don't care Michael. It doesn't matter anyways, anyone who was watching CNN would know."
"What?" Michael repeated.
"You know what, you and Amelia; 'longtime boyfriend and girlfriend.' Why didn't you tell me?" Julie demanded again.
"Shit."
"Why are you the one cursing, all of my friends are now under the impression that you're cheating on me."
"Look, I used to go out with Mia, we broke up. End of story."
"And you didn't tell me because."
"What would the point be? Mia and I are no longer together, just friends." Did Michael just call Mia a friend? Maybe they were friends. He had to admit, he was having a good time with Mia. Almost like old times. But not, things would never be able to be like they were. Mia was probably just being amicable with him because this was probably going to be the last day they would see each other. For a while at least. After Mia would leave for her hotel, they could go their separate ways and end on good terms.
"Michael, I thought we were open with each other. It's like you're lying to me."
"LOOK! I just went out with Mia for a while okay? Just because I didn't tell you means nothing. Nothing is going on with Mia and I." Michael was losing his temper now, he didn't like being interrogated about his past.
"If nothing is going on then what is she doing in your kitchen?" Julie demanded, looking at Mia, who looked up at that moment.
"She's just having a drink, God! What is your problem? Why don't you trust me?"
"Michael, I don't know what to do right now. I really have to think about the future of our relationship." Julie said, as she made her way out of the apartment.
"' If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.'" Michael quoted, as a last attempt of redemption by being romantic. However his attempt went on deaf ears as Julie continued out, without response except; "I don't know what's with you Michael." Then she was gone.
So when he heard what he heard next, he was both in awe and bewilderment. "'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this;
for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'"
He turned to see Mia standing at the doorway of the kitchen.blushing furiously, and turning even redder as Michael walked towards her and replied; "' Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'"
Mia Gulped as she too moved forward and said; "'ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.'"
Michael was shocked. What was happening here. What else could he do but reply. "'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.'"
They were barely two feet away when Mia recited the next line, "' Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.'"
"'Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.'" Michael said as he gently lifted Mia's head, which was staring intensely at the intricate pattern on the carpet; leaned down and kissed her. Kissed her with every ounce of longing that had been held in him, since their breakup. Mia following suite, with the knowledge that the feelings she held were reciprocated.
Michaels hand, resting on her cheek, Mia looked up and intensely at his eyes and said; "'Then have my lips the sin that they have took.'"
Embracing Mia, and pressing his cheek to hers, Michael whispered into her ear; "'Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again.'" Their lips joining once again, romantic and soft- the only way Shakespeare would've had it.
Dude. It's not over, I think I have an Idea as to where I'm going with this, but I don't think I'll have that much free time to write, as I'll have to pull straight A's this quarter, to convince the 'rents to let me see the strokes and worship that which is Julian, I tell you it's a travesty of the first degree that they always come when I have school the next day.
Reviews are always nice.
-Cheers and uhh thanks for reading
"Thanks," Mia replied as she put the cup on the table, and reached for another cookie. This was fun; her last day with Michael Moscovitz was at least on amicable terms. Or at least as amicable as a guy would be to a girl to whom he pledged his undying love to at one point, and was then dropped like a banana peel in a trash can for no sensible reason. Yep, things were going great.
They were just making friendly banter. To the point where Mia almost felt comfortable around Michael. It was almost like "old times." But the doorbell had to ring. And Julie had to have seen the one show that recalled Michael and Mia as "longtime girlfriend and boyfriend." Of course, Julie's jealousy and trust problems were necessary for the occasion too. But the most important of all was Julie's voice, which when she really wanted to make a scene could be heard across oceans.
Which is exactly three of the Moscovitz's neighbors looked outside when they heard Julie yell; "WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME."
Michael however, being somewhat oblivious to Julie's knowledge-both fact and faction- could only look blankly and ask "What?" Then reached over to her and asked her to come in, before she made more of a scene.
"I don't care Michael. It doesn't matter anyways, anyone who was watching CNN would know."
"What?" Michael repeated.
"You know what, you and Amelia; 'longtime boyfriend and girlfriend.' Why didn't you tell me?" Julie demanded again.
"Shit."
"Why are you the one cursing, all of my friends are now under the impression that you're cheating on me."
"Look, I used to go out with Mia, we broke up. End of story."
"And you didn't tell me because."
"What would the point be? Mia and I are no longer together, just friends." Did Michael just call Mia a friend? Maybe they were friends. He had to admit, he was having a good time with Mia. Almost like old times. But not, things would never be able to be like they were. Mia was probably just being amicable with him because this was probably going to be the last day they would see each other. For a while at least. After Mia would leave for her hotel, they could go their separate ways and end on good terms.
"Michael, I thought we were open with each other. It's like you're lying to me."
"LOOK! I just went out with Mia for a while okay? Just because I didn't tell you means nothing. Nothing is going on with Mia and I." Michael was losing his temper now, he didn't like being interrogated about his past.
"If nothing is going on then what is she doing in your kitchen?" Julie demanded, looking at Mia, who looked up at that moment.
"She's just having a drink, God! What is your problem? Why don't you trust me?"
"Michael, I don't know what to do right now. I really have to think about the future of our relationship." Julie said, as she made her way out of the apartment.
"' If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.'" Michael quoted, as a last attempt of redemption by being romantic. However his attempt went on deaf ears as Julie continued out, without response except; "I don't know what's with you Michael." Then she was gone.
So when he heard what he heard next, he was both in awe and bewilderment. "'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this;
for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'"
He turned to see Mia standing at the doorway of the kitchen.blushing furiously, and turning even redder as Michael walked towards her and replied; "' Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'"
Mia Gulped as she too moved forward and said; "'ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.'"
Michael was shocked. What was happening here. What else could he do but reply. "'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.'"
They were barely two feet away when Mia recited the next line, "' Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.'"
"'Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.'" Michael said as he gently lifted Mia's head, which was staring intensely at the intricate pattern on the carpet; leaned down and kissed her. Kissed her with every ounce of longing that had been held in him, since their breakup. Mia following suite, with the knowledge that the feelings she held were reciprocated.
Michaels hand, resting on her cheek, Mia looked up and intensely at his eyes and said; "'Then have my lips the sin that they have took.'"
Embracing Mia, and pressing his cheek to hers, Michael whispered into her ear; "'Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again.'" Their lips joining once again, romantic and soft- the only way Shakespeare would've had it.
Dude. It's not over, I think I have an Idea as to where I'm going with this, but I don't think I'll have that much free time to write, as I'll have to pull straight A's this quarter, to convince the 'rents to let me see the strokes and worship that which is Julian, I tell you it's a travesty of the first degree that they always come when I have school the next day.
Reviews are always nice.
-Cheers and uhh thanks for reading