A/N: First off, thanks bunches and bunches to all of you who reviewed. You inspire me to keep writing this fic. :-) Secondly, I'm glad you guys like my writing style, I wasn't sure about it, cause it's different from the book, etc., etc
Thirdly, If you guys are skittish about sensitive subjects, then I would suggest that you exit out of this page right now. Don't complain, I warned you. Fourth off (???), I really, really, really need ideas for this fic. I need to figure out where I'm going to take this, and I'd like input from you guys, after all, you are the one who make this worth while. And I'm sorry this isn't as long as I'd like, but it'll have to do.
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Key: ~~ thinking
"" spoken words
FYI: the first part of this chapter isn't in diary format.
"Mia. Mia. Mia, wake up."
Michael was shaking her shoulder gently.
"Mmmmsleepy. G'way." She rolled away from him.
Michael leaned down and kissed her gently. Mia's eyes flew open, and Michael pulled away.
"Morning, sleepyhead." He smiled.
Mia smiled back, "Good morning. Wait, Michael, what time is it? The sun's barely up."
"I know, sorry, but you've got to get up. And it's five-fifteen in the morning, on Saturday, the fifteenth of June. C'mon, up you go." He reached down and lifted her to her feet.
"Michael!" she shrieked.
"Keep it down, do you want to wake Lilly up?" he hissed.
"Sorry," she whispered, clinging to him, "but I don't have anything on underneath this bag."
"Crimeny, Thermopolis, did you really have to tell me that?" Michael groaned under his breath.
"What? Oh." She blushed. "Sorry."
"Never mind. Just get dressed. I'll be back in a minute." Michael released her and walked out of his room, closing the door behind him.
Michael went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got in.
It was ice cold.
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As soon as the door closed behind Michael, Mia stepped out of the sleeping bag and sat down in his bed.
~This is way too early to be up. Although, I could get used to being woken up like that.~ She grinned.
She heard the water turn on in the bathroom. ~Well, I guess I have a few minutes before I have to get dressed.~
Mia lay back on Michael's bed, thinking that it smelled good. ~I'll just lay here for a minute.~ she thought.
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Michael walked to the door of his bedroom and knocked lightly, whispering, "Mia, are you dressed?"
No response.
"Mia? MIA?"
He opened the door and stepped in, worried that something had happened to her. He stopped short as he saw Mia on his bed, asleep.
Naked.
~My God, she's gorgeous. Stop it Moscovitz! Step into the room and close the door. Don't touch her. Just wake her up and get her to put some clothes on. Quit staring at her! Do something, Moscovitz!~
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking that if his heart were beating any faster it would explode.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling. "Mmm."
Mia sat up and opened her eyes. Michael was standing in the middle of the room, staring at her. "What?"
"Uh, you, uh, should, uh, p-probably g-get d-d-dressed now, M-Mia." Turning beet red.
"Huh?" Mia looked down, "Oh!" she turned even redder than Michael. "I must have fallen asleep," she murmured, scanning the floor of his room, trying to remember where she'd put her clothes the night before.
"I gathered as much," he said wryly. Suddenly Michael grinned, as he watched Mia slip into her clothes, which she'd found shoved underneath his desk.
"Y'know, Thermopolis, if we didn't have to get you home right now, we could have some fun," he looked at her, expecting that she'd be shocked.
Instead, she laughed and threw a pillow at him, saying, "You perve!" As she was fastening her pants, she forced herself to keep a straight face, "But, believe me, the thought crossed my mind." She laughed again at the look of utter and complete shock on her boyfriend's face. ~I wish I had a camera.~ she thought.
Completely dressed, now, Mia turned and looked him full in the face. "What?"
"My cold shower is rapidly loosing its effect." Now it was Mia's turn to grin. "Well now," she said, fully taking in his appearance for the first time. He was covered in nothing but a towel wrapped at the waist, with his longish hair still dripping wet, causing little rivulets of water to run down his front into his towel.
"Michael, if you don't hurry up and get dressed not only am I going to be in trouble, but I might need a cold shower as well."
Michael's eyes went round with shock and disbelief. "Well, I guess I did all that worrying for nothing."
"Worrying?" queried Mia.
"About how disgusted you would be with me if you could read my mind at certain moments," he clarified, "I had always assumed that you, in your innocence, would be repulsed by my libido."
The atmosphere in the room became somber for a moment, as Mia replied, "Just because I'm not willing to compromise my innocence doesn't mean that I don't have to fight to control myself like you do."
Suddenly she grinned, moving with lightning speed toward Michael, "Like now, I just lost." She raised an eyebrow as she stepped back with what had been his only covering, Michael's towel, in her hand.
"Hey, what'd you do that for?" he asked, trying to reach for the towel that Mia held effectively out of his reach. "Turnabout is fair play. Now get some clothes on, while I sit back and enjoy the view," ordered Mia.
Michael stepped back and mock saluted her, "Yes ma'am!" but he was blushing madly as he turned to pull a pair of boxers out of his dresser drawer.
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Mia's Diary
On The Subway, Going Back To The Loft, Saturday, June 15, 6:10 A.M.
Well, I finally left the Moscovitz's apartment, after witnessing the extremely enjoyable sight of Michael Moscovitz going from naked to fully clothed in under ten minutes. He he. He's so cute when he's blushing.
Anyways, I'm on my way back to the Loft. Michael filled me in on his brilliant plan to get me back home without getting into trouble. Lets just say the Monsieur Michael Moscovitz can be very devious and sly when he has reason to. I just hope that he's as good an actor. Well, we're here. I hope this works