A/N Hello. Yes I know, I'm updating really slowly, but I'm sure you'll be pleased to know I finally managed to do my History essay. Woo! Thank you god. So, thank you to everyone who has reviewed this. I'm not exactly sure how long it'll be because I'm writing it as I go along (I'm half way through Chapter Thirteen) so …
Daylight Dancer: I know it was a bit fast paced and choppy, but I needed a way to get Kenny and Boris out of the picture quickly, and that seemed the only way I could do it. You know? Sorry if you were disappointed and everything. This is for you as a way of saying sorry, it's a lot longer then my usual chapters.
Michael's POV:
Mia's here.
Mia. My Mia. Mia Thermopolis is here. In our apartment, just a couple of rooms away. Mia is sitting in the Den with Lilly, laughing at something on the TV, and I'm in here, with a shirt on, doing a HTML code project for the evil slave driver, otherwise known as Judith.
What is wrong with me?
You want to know why I'm not out there with then, flirting with Mia and annoying Lilly? Well it's because Lilly threatened me with actual bodily harm if I even stuck my head into the room when she was there. Apparently, she has something very important to discuss with Mia.
Hang on. IF she was there? That's it! All I have to do is wait until Lilly leaves the room, and then I'll be free to have that chat with Mia. Now … I wonder how long it'll take her to leave the room for something. Knowing Lilly, a very long time. I don't think she ever leaves the Den when a movie is starting actually.
Well, that says a lot about her life … and mine too come to think of it. How else would I know that Lilly doesn't ever get up when a movie has just started, and prefers to wait until the middle, when she can form an opinion about said movie.
I really need to get a life.
Anyway, what could she leave the room for? To use the toilet … to answer the door … Get some popcorn … well, the first two are out. Lilly went before Mia arrived and it's 10:30 so I really doubt anyone will come knocking on our door now. Apart from that strange middle-aged man from across the hall who likes to play knock down ginger at 1am.
So it'll have to be the popcorn. OK, last time I checked, she had a full bowl, and that was about 15 minutes ago. Lilly may be a pig, but she can never eat a whole bowl of popcorn in 15 minutes, even if she does have Mia with her.
How to make Lilly get more popcorn …
Hmm.
You know, this is a lot harder than it looks. I guess the best way, would be to make her drop it or something. But Lilly doesn't usually drop things. Uh … Oh! I have an idea.
But first … ditch the shirt. Heh heh heh.
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Author's POV:
As Michael crept towards the hall with his CD Player in hand, he thought about how to tell Mia his non-platonic love for her. 'It shouldn't be this hard to tell someone you love them, should it?' he thought, not shuffling along the hall, his back pressed up against the wall as he held his breath and stepped over a sleeping Pavlov.
Finally, he reached the Den and set his CD Player down so the speakers faced the gap under the door. "Well, here does" he muttered to himself before turning up the volume to full power and pressing 'Play'.
As the opening chords to 'Big Brat' by Phantom Planet started blaring out, Michael heard a loud crash that sounded a lot like someone dropping a bowl. He quickly ran to the nearby closet and climbed in, just as he heard a lot of swearing and the music stop.
"Sorry, Mia, I'll have to get more popcorn. Pause the movie and I'll be back soon." Lilly's voice wafted through the closet door and as he listened closely to Mia's quiet reply of:
"Ok." He heard Lilly stomping past his hiding hole and through into the kitchen.
He opened the closet door slightly, and peered out, spotting Mia looking at the CD with a happy smile on her face. As he quietly slipped out of the dark, crammed space people called a closet, Mia looked up.
"Oh, Hey Michael." She grinned at him.
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Mia's POV:
"Hey Thermopolis." He replied, casually leaning against the closet doorframe – without a shirt on. "So you like Phantom Planet then?" he smirked, pointedly looking at the CD I was staring at about 30 seconds ago.
"Yeah! I totally love them. California is my favourite song of theirs at the moment, but I still totally love Turn, Smile, Shirt, Repeat!" I gushed.
"Ahh, that's cool. I'm liking 'Always on my Mind' right now." He smiled at me and waggled his eyebrows up and down, while walking past me and into the Den.
"So what brings you out here then?" I asked nervously as he sank into the chair Lilly had been sitting in a couple of minutes ago.
"Nothing really, just wanted to have a little chat with you is all." He said.
"Oh. So what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, we'll get to that in a minute. So how's this thing with Kenny doing? He asked, seeming concerned. I guess he's concerned because I'm his little not-so-nice sisters best friend. Figures.
"Uh … I told him I don't like him in that way and I just wanted to be friends. He actually seemed quite upset about it really, I feel really bad right now" I explained.
Then he kinda got this pained look on his face and sat up again.
"Well, if you didn't like him in that way the he had to be told sometime. Better sooner rather than later really. He couldn't go on thinking you liked him more then a friend." He grunted, pushing himself out of the chair. There was a loud clanging coming from the kitchen area now and I knew Lilly would be back any minute.
"Yeah I guess." Is all I said as Michael made his was across the room to the door.
"Yup. Well I'd better get out of here. Lilly the spawn of Satan doesn't want to see my handsome wonderful face tonight." He laughed and shot me one of his dazzling smiles before leaving the room.
I only had to wait a minute before Lilly came stomping back in holding a bowl of fresh popcorn, and grumbling about people who were naturally clumsy, and boys who never understood the difference between a hint and an order.
I wonder what that's all about?
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Lilly's POV:
I hate Michael.
Why oh why can't he just take a hint and ask to see me out in the hall or something. Oh no, that boy has to put speakers up against the door and shock me into dropping the bowl of popcorn. Stupid boy. I wonder everyday how he got accepted early decision into Columbia. It bemuses me completely.
As I walked back into the Den, Mia was looking distinctly shifty. I'll bet anything Michael's been here and had a nice little chat with him. Nice to see he isn't that thick and knows when to listen to his dear little sister. Although, it did take him the best part of this evening to figure out that I'd told him he wasn't allowed to come into the Den when I was here. It doesn't take a genius to work out that I'd said nothing about him going into the Den when I wasn't there.
Well, I'll have a word with him later.
"So what did Michael want?" I asked carefully, eyeing the chair I was sitting in before.
"Oh. So you … you know he was here then." She blushed.
"Oh of course I knew. He's my brother, and he's not very discreet. Who else would play a Phantom Planet CD on full blast, when my parents are out at a conference in this place? Certainly not me. Don't get me wrong; they're a good band, just not my cup of tea."
She blushed even harder and muttered a "Yeah I guess so, but I still think they rock." Under her breath.
"So what did he want?" I continued, repeating what I'd said earlier and looking at Mia's nostrils. She may not know it, but they flare everytime she lies.
"Oh, nothing really. He just wanted to know what I did about the Kenny thing." she explained. Her nostrils didn't flare so I didn't mention the fact he could have asked her during G&T if he had to.
"Ah Yes. Your little show of assertion. I never did say well done did I." And I'm not about to start now either.
"Thanks." She said brightly. Mia never did know when someone was complimenting her or not.
"You do realize this means that you won't need Michael and Tom's help anymore don't you?" I slowly said. Her eyes shot wide open as the thought hit her.
"Oh man." She muttered.
"Not that it'll matter of course. Tom will still act like he did so it won't really make a difference if you think about it." I calmly stated.
"Yeah." She sighed.
Man she has it bad for Michael.
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