Mia's Diary

My Room, Saturday, June 15, 12:04 A.M.

Oh man. I can not believe what I am about to do. The princess of Genovia has totally lost it. I just IMed Michael and I'm positive he thinks I'm crazy, too. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I have to get out. More later.

Michael's Room, Saturday, June 15, 1:26 A.M.

That's it. I have officially gone insane.

I am lying on the floor of Michael's room in his old camp sleeping bag. It smells like him.

OK, here's what happened: I went to princess lessons as usual this afternoon, and Grandmere just totally went off on me for, like, no reason at all. I mean, she just started yelling at the top of her lungs, in French, at me about nothing at all.

After that harrowing experience, I get home and find my mom and Mr. G. in a hysterical frenzy because mom started going into labor three months early. As soon as I walked into the door Mr. G. rushed outside with mom in his arms and headed straight to the hospital. Lars asked if he should stay with me, incase something happened, but I told him to go back to the hotel because I needed to be by myself. Then, instead of leaving, he just sat down on the couch and said, "I think that it would be best if I stayed here." Because of that, I had to lock myself in my room until he fell asleep.

All I wanted was for Michael to hold me and tell me everything was alright.

I went to my computer and IMed him, asking if it would be OK if I came over to his place.

It took forever for him to respond, but he said OK.

What he didn't know was that I would have to sneak out past my bodyguard in order to do it. I had to climb down the fire escape to get out and call a cab.

Fifteen minutes later, I was at his door.

When Michael opened the door, looking all disheveled and handsome, the first thing he said to me was, "What's wrong, Mia?"

The second thing he said to me was, "Where's Lars?"

I really didn't want to stand there and discuss my issues in the hallway, plus I was cold, so I said to him,"Please, Michael, just let me come in." When I said that, he looked very concerned, and a little worried, but he led me inside.

We went and sat on the couch in the TV room, because I didn't want to wake Lilly up.

"Michael," I said, almost in tears,"Please, hold me," and I curled up next to him as he put his arms around me. I could tell that he wanted to say something, but I laid my fingers across his lips.

He pulled me close and whispered into my hair, "I love you, Mia."

That pushed me over the edge, and I just began to silently cry, sobs shaking my body.

I guess I really scared him, because he took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes, and then he began to kiss me. I think he didn't know any other way to get me to stop crying. At any rate, I stopped.

As soon as I had control of my self I said to him," I'm sorry, Michael, I just didn't know anywhere else to go."

He looked really concerned now, "Mia, what happened? Please, tell me," his eyes were pleading.

"I'm sorry," I said again," I…it's just…"

As I thought about all that had happened, the tears began afresh, but this time I was able to speak, "You know how I went to princess lessons, right? Well, as soon as I got there, Grandmere started going off, and I still have no idea why. And, when I got home, Mom was in premature labor, and Mr. G. took her to the hospital, like, six hours ago, and I haven't heard from them since. Lars is back at the Loft. I don't think that he'd have let me come over, so I had to sneak out the fire escape, and, Michael, I…I'm…I'm really scared, Michael," I whispered," and I don't know why."

As I said all this he just held me, and didn't say a word, until I was through.

All he said when I finished was, "I love you, Mia."

And then, he kissed me, really softly. In between kisses, he wiped away the tears that were still running down my cheeks.

I couldn't do anything but put my arms around him and hope that tomorrow he would still love me.

For a while all I could do was sit there. Then I reached up and kissed him.

All I could think about right then was that I wanted to lose myself in him. I just wanted to never stop kissing him. I leaned back and pulled him down with me.

For a minute, neither of us realized what was happening. Then Michael pulled back and said breathlessly, "Mia, what…?"

I didn't even answer him. I just used the opportunity to unbutton his shirt and run my hands over his finely muscled chest and abs.

He groaned under his breath, and leaned down and kissed me. Deep.

After that kiss, I finally came to my senses, sort of.

I pulled away and buried my face in his shoulder, whispering, "Oh, Michael…" He heard the sadness on my voice.

"I know," he said," We can't. You're not ready."

We lay there for a minute, and then I felt him rising against my thigh.

It took a moment for him to realize what his body was doing, but when he did he rolled off me and stood up. He started to blush, and turned around to face away from me, as I sat up.

Michael turned around and, really fast, leaned down and kissed me lightly, whispering, "Sorry Mia," and he walked out of the room.

I heard him go into his room and close the door, probably to keep himself from temptation.

As I sat there on the couch, I thought about what I had just done, and what I had almost done. Right as I was starting to get really depressed, sitting there on the Moscovitz's couch, I thought about Michael. He was probably freaking out in his room right about now.

Now, normally I wouldn't go in Michael's room, but again, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I decided that I had to find out what he was thinking, no matter what, so I got up and went into his room.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet on the floor and head in his hands when I opened his door.

As I came in he didn't even move or seem to notice that I was there, which really kinda freaked me out. I went and sat down on his floor by his feet, and just leaned back against his bed.

"Mia, I…er…you…I," he stumbled around for words, "Mia," he took a deep breath, "it's dangerous for you to be here right now."

I just nodded and put my hand on the floor behind his leg.

"Mia, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself, if…if anything happens," he sounded worried. Again, I simply nodded, and, knowing it was dangerous, I leaned my head against his knee.

He drew in a sharp breath, and his entire body stiffened as if he were in pain. I hated hurting him like this, but I had to.

"Michael," I said quietly," I love you." He seemed to relax a little, but he still didn't move.

"Thank you," I whispered. At that, he raised his head and looked at me a little curiously.

"For what?" he asked.

"For putting up with me, my crap," I said dejectedly.

He sighed, exasperated, "Mia…never mind." He shook his head and smiled at me.

"What are we going to do with you?"

Of course, my very logical and intelligent response was, "Huh?"

"What are you going to do for the night? If you go home, Lars'll find out that you sneaked out, if you don't go home than Lars'll find out that you sneaked out. Either way you're in it deep."

"I know." I thought for a second.

"Couldn't I just stay here? I mean, tomorrow's Saturday, and your parents are at that conference in L.A., so they're not even home, are they? So it's not like they would care," I looked up at Michael questioningly.

He thought a minute.

Then he said," You could stay. But what about Lilly? If she found that you here when she woke up she'd freak."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Couldn't I stay in here, in your room? I mean, on the floor, like, in a sleeping bag or something. That way Lilly'd never know I was here, and…well, we wouldn't have to worry about, well, the other stuff," I began to blush.

Michael smiled.

"I guess that would work…but what about tomorrow, when you go home? How are you going to explain your, uh, leave of absence?"

I had to think about that one.

"Well, Mom and Mr. G. probably won't be home, so that won't be a problem, but I've no idea what to say to Lars. I'll just have to wing it, I guess."

"He won't be happy," Michael warned.

"Too bad." I really didn't care.

"C'mon, let's get you set up, I'm beat."

So, now I'm here, and I'm really not very sleepy, so I'm writing this down with my pen that has a light on it, so I won't disturb Michael, who is trying to get to sleep.

I can fully tell that he is awake and watching me. For one thing, I can see the light from my pen reflecting off his eyes.

Whatever.