A/N: And I'm back again, with the 8th chapter to my story. To Daylight Dancer: Oh would you? It would be so helpful! Um, Just send me an email at my address IluvMicheal1204@aol.com (I know, so cliché) and I'll send you my one-shot and the next chapter to this one. 'Kay?

Michael's POV:

After our all out tickling war, we were both late to class, so I figured seeing as I was already going to Columbia (early decision – Score!) there was actually no need for me to get to double English on time. So I walked Mia to her Algebra lesson.

As we walked into her classroom, I noticed Mr Gianini wasn't there. Now time to mess with Lana's mind …

"Hey there Lana, how are you doing?" I asked, quite politely I think, you know, considering it was Lana. Mia shot me this look that said 'Oh my god what are you doing??' accompanied with her usual deer in-headlights-look she gets everytime Lana looks at her.

I gave her a look that said 'don't worry, just play along.' And continued speaking to Lana.

"So how's Joshy-Poo?" I asked, taking Mia's hand and smiling down at her.

"Hey! I'm like, totally gonna tell him you like, said that." She said, tossing her hair around and shooting a glare at our entwined hands.

"Yeaaah, you do that Lana. I'm sure Joshy would be so happy to see you have a new nickname for him. Even if it does mention bodily functions." I snickered. The look on her face was just too funny.

"Oh my God! Are you being like, nasty about my like, boyfriend? I am soooo telling my dad about this!" she screeched, flipping more of her bright yellow hair around. Seriously, that hair makes her look like a cartoon.

"Uh huh, you run and tell your dad that you have a senior boyfriend." I muttered coolly. She caught it though and blushed.

"Oh just go back to your little life with your computer and your … your … Humph!" haha she's so stupid. I turned back to Mia and she was grinning at me.

"What?" I asked, do I have something on my face?

"You actually shut Lana up. No one has ever done that without getting an insult!" she beamed at me.

"Oh … it was nothing! I said, giving her hand another little squeeze. "Listen I've gotta go, but I'll see you at lunch, yeah?" I said loudly. I saw Lana's ears prick up. Once a gossip, always a gossip.

"Oh, ok yeah. See you at lunch!"

And with that, I slowly walked to English. Well, I was already late, 5 more minutes isn't going to make it any better is it?

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Mia's POV:

As I watched Michael walk out of Mr G's class, I could already hear Lana on her cell phone.

"Yeah, yeah … so Sophie, you'll never guess what happened! You know that totally hot guy in Josh's double English class? … Yeah, the girl with the pug face, it's her brother. Yeah well he was in here, with, get this, he came in holding Amelia Thermopolis' hand!"

Ugh, she is so annoying. Can't she just mind her own business for a minute? I guess this is good for the whole I-don't-like-Kenny-in-that-way-and-really-want0him-to-leave-me-alone thing. I just don't appreciate her telling 'Sophie' how I'm a flat chested Princess with a best friend that loves protesting and looks something like a pug.

It's not nice.

But then again, that's Lana all over isn't it.

Aww crud, Integers again, I need to listen!

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Lilly's POV:

So, Tom's coming over tonight. Problem is, so is Mia. I completely forgot that I'd told Mia she could come over last week. Apparently, her mom wants to have Mr G over to the loft, so she can wow him with her culinary skills. According to Mia, her mom is just going to order in Chinese and serve it on fancy cutlery.

I told her she could sleep over at ours, so she wouldn't have to stay in her room all night, or until he'd gone – which would most probably be in the morning, although Mia keeps denying this. She sees her mother as a purely maternal being and therefore, cannot believe that her own mother would let a man sleep over in her apartment.

Poor sweet, naive Mia. She'll learn one day. So anyway, Tom's coming over to plan how we're going to let Michael and Mia know their true feelings for eachother – without being caught – but both Michael and Mia will actually be there! I think I'll just have to get Michael to keep Mia busy – he shouldn't have much trouble there. – While I plot with Tom.

Hmm.

Me thinks I need a little chat with my dear brother.

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