They had been in that position for some time, before either understood what was happening. Somehow, they realized at the same time, and simultaneously broke apart. Both, still with shut eyes, still in each other's embrace, as if trying to savor the moment. They then found themselves facing an uncomfortable, and awkward silence. But they themselves were comfortable- physically. In the familiar embrace that they had missed so. Yet, Michael felt that the silence had to be broken. He said the only thing that he could say, the only thing he felt. The only appropriate thing to say. "I love you." He whispered into her ear. For a moment, which seemed like an eternity, nothing happened...just silence. Just when he was about to apologize for his complete stupidity, Mia hugged him tighter, and rested her head on his shoulder. Michael rocked, soothingly back and forth. Trying to relax Mia. But more, to relax himself.

Michael, felt the dampness through his shirt, and heard a small cry. "Sshhh, it's okay," he sighed as he attempted to soothe Mia. What exactly was okay, he didn't know. Not that it mattered, because she was full out sobbing now. "Mia, why are you crying?" Michael worriedly inquired.

"I-I-I'm just...so," Mia started as she realized she was failing at making a coherent sentence. "I was...why? I was so stupid. Why did you take my crap? I'm still so stupid. What am I doing? Just forget it. I probably don't make sense anyways." Mia said as she tried to make her way out of Michaels comforting embrace, but he wouldn't let her. Mia however was happy about this, as she did not want to leave the comfort that she had while in his arms.

"Mia, just...calm down. It's okay. Nothing bad is going to happen."

"I just...I just feel horrible. I was horrible. I'm so sorry." Mia cries were muffled by Michael's shoulder, and her tears were expanding the damp spot on his shirt. But he didn't care.

"Shhhhhhhhh, it's okay, it's okay." Michael repeated, as he gently rubbed her back. What was going to happen now? They obviously couldn't stay in that position forever-not that Michael minded- his parents were going to come home in fifteen minutes, and he obviously didn't want them to witness the scene that was happening right now.

"It's not okay!" Mia exclaimed, damn near the verge of screaming. "I broke up with you for some stupid reason... I was so afraid. I didn't know what to do. Now look where my mistakes have gotten me. I've been more miserable than I had ever before. You never deserved- you'll never deserve someone as stupid as me."

"Mia, I love you." Michael said after the silence that followed. "Nothing will be able to change my mind. The past has been just as bad for me. I'm miserable when I'm with anyone else."

"Why on earth would you put up with me?" Mia said, finally making eye contact, for the first time in ten minutes. "It's not even worth it. I'm a princess of a country that most people have never heard of. I can't make good decisions. And... I dumped you."

"I thought I made it obvious why. I still love you." Michael hesitated for a moment, and said; "look-Mia, as much as I'd love to continue this conversation, I'm afraid my parents will be arriving soon, so either we change venue, or we never talk."

As much as Mia would've loved to have given up and just leave, she knew that she couldn't for fear of history repeating itself. She nodded and said that they could go to her suite. Michael said, "cool, just a minute...I need to get my phone." As he trotted to his room and picked up his cell phone without turning it on.

"Okay," he said as he re-entered the living room, "lets go," and they made their way out the door. Rushing to the curb, Michael raised his hand and called a cab. They both climbed in and Mia said, "Waldorf-Astoria hotel please," slightly out of breath and slightly slurred. The driver simply nodded and started driving. During the time that they were in the car, Mia distantly stared at the meter, mindlessly watching the numbers change, only being drawn out of her reverie when Michael grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She gave his a light compress just to let him know that she wasn't completely out of it... and she also didn't exactly want him to stop either.

They finally reached the hotel, and after a bit of a quarrel, it was decided that Mia would pay fare. After handing the driver a twenty, she made her way, Michael at her side, into the hotel. She nodded to the doormen who were now familiar with her, as she had been there a while- and she was a princess. Hotels always know of their important guests in advance. As they'll be able to better prepare and adjust themselves to their needs. As Mia had never stayed at this hotel, they were rather surprised at how little Mia requested. She acted as any other patron.

Once entering the hotel, Michael and Mia got into an elevator, and Mia punched in the number to go to the eighth floor- where her room was. Mia slid the card, and opened the door; walking in and holding it open for Michael to follow. He entered, and then closed the door. Turning around to face Mia.

Facing Mia and then kissing her.

Whoa. I haven't updated for a while eh. Well...muchos sorries. Can't say I didn't warn you though. I never did get to go to that strokes concert...as it sold out before I could even ask the 'rents. Then I found out I'm missing phantom planet and Adam bloody Green because I'll be going somewhere that day, and to add insult to injury...Ben Kweller and DCFC sold out as well. Ah well. Once again sorry for the dee-lay. But give me a break please...my birthday's tomorrow that has to be good for something. Cheers, love and superthug.