Phew. I'm glad you all want a sequel to Creep, because you're getting one anyway, I've already written sixteen chapters, and I'm only halfway through. It's gonna be looong.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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It was the day of the dance, and Michael had spent the last twenty four hours thinking about Mia and how cruel it was to be leading her on.
But it was too late to back down from taking her to the dance now, that would be cruel too. He'd just have to make sure everything went ok. And that meant avoiding Josh and Lana all night. Especially Lana.
"Lilly," Michael called as he walked into her room, just hours before he was supposed to be at Mia's to take her to dinner.
"What do you want?" she asked as she pulled her dress out of the closet.
"You and Boris are going to dinner first, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, with Tina and Dave too."
"Would you mind if Mia and I joined you guys?" He was half expecting her to laugh out loud.
"Why would you want to do that? Aren't you going to dinner with Josh and the rest of your retard friends?"
"Well, yeah," Michael replied, overlooking the comment about his friends being retarded. "We're supposed to anyway. But I just thought Mia would be more comfortable with you and Tina than Josh and Lana."
"What? Is this Michael Moscovitz actually thinking about somebody else for a change? What happened?"
"Don't be like that, Lil. And don't get used to it, either. But what do you say?"
"Fine. Alright, you can tag along. But you have to be civil. That means no teasing Boris about his retainer or anything like that, ok?"
"Fine. Whatever, I can handle that... Thanks though."
* * *
Mia was waiting patiently for Michael to show up. Her mom was weary of her going to the dance with Michael, but she gave in because after all, he is Lilly's brother.
It was nearly seven o'clock, and Mia knew she looked great. Grandmere had taken her to Chanel to get a new dress in honor of Mia's first date. Ans she'd had her hair, makeup and nails done professionally too. So far she had resisted the urge to bite off her new nails, or pick up Fat Louie. Orange cat fur would not compliment this dress, that much she knew.
At seven o'clock on the dot the door bell rang. "At least this means he's punctual," Mia thought as she hurried to hide herself in her bedroom, so she could make a grand entrance.
When Mia was safely hidden in her room, Helen answered the door. Mia could here them from behind her door.
"Good evening, Ms. Thermopolis," Michael greeted her politely.
"Hello, Michael," Helen answered him. "Mia is just in her room, she should be coming out any second now..."
Hearing her cue, Mia stepped outside her bedroom to meet her date.
* * *
Michael had made an extra special effort to be on time this evening, the last thing he wanted was to be late. Especially if he was going to tell Mia later that their 'relationship' couldn't go further than the dance. It was only fair.
And now he was waiting for Mia to come out of her room.
The bedroom door opened and Michael's jaw dropped.
Mia looked HOT!
How could this be the same girl he'd grown up with? How had he missed her transformation from an annoying, scrawny girl, to a... hot chick? He knew this was not a polite thing to be thinking, but there really was not other way to describe her.
Mia Thermopolis was... hot.
"Wow," he gulped and Mia smiled shyly. "You look, uh... great."
"Thanks," Mia said, blushing deep red. "You look great too."
"Thanks. Well, um, do you want to get going?" he asked her.
She nodded a reply and moved across the room towards him.
"Oh, here. This is for you," Michael held out a pale blue flower. It matched the colour of her dress perfectly, which was purely coincidental.
She thanked him and slipped her arm in his.
On the way down to the limo, where Lars was waiting, Michael said, "There's been a change of plans, Mia. I thought you might prefer to have dinner with Lilly and Tina, instead of my friends. So we're all going to Moretti's. Is that ok?"
"Oh, that's fine," she replied, trying to sound like she was low maintainence. "I'm easy," Mia blushed. "I mean, I don't mind where we go."
Michael smiled at her cute blunder and she blushed even deeper.
* * *
By the time dessert had come around, Michael was confused. He couldn't help but find the little things Mia did cute and endearing. The things that usually annoyed him, no longer did. And it had nothing to do with how hot she looked.
Take blushing for instance, Mia blushed at everything. She blushed when his hand accidently brushed against hers when he passed the salt; she blushed when her chair squeaked and it sounded like... something else; she blushed when the waiter took the dessert orders and she was the only one who ordered. Michael couldn't help but find her blushes cute.
But then, how could he think anything about Mia Thermopolis was cute? She was the girl he grew up with, his little sisters annoying best friend.
She wasn't supposed to be cute. And she was most definitely not supposed to be hot.
Something was seriously wrong if Michael was thinking any of these things. He just didn't know what exactly that was, or else he'd be able to fix it. He'd be able to go back to thinking that Mia was just annoying and that he was only just breaking off Josh's plan because he didn't want to be cruel. Not because he cared about her.
Because Michael Moscovitz most certainly did not care about Mia Thermopolis. Not the way she wanted him to anyway.
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If you're lucky, I may put in a sneak peak for the sequel to Creep in a few chapters or so.
And there will be a new one-shot on Monday. Look out for it then.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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It was the day of the dance, and Michael had spent the last twenty four hours thinking about Mia and how cruel it was to be leading her on.
But it was too late to back down from taking her to the dance now, that would be cruel too. He'd just have to make sure everything went ok. And that meant avoiding Josh and Lana all night. Especially Lana.
"Lilly," Michael called as he walked into her room, just hours before he was supposed to be at Mia's to take her to dinner.
"What do you want?" she asked as she pulled her dress out of the closet.
"You and Boris are going to dinner first, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, with Tina and Dave too."
"Would you mind if Mia and I joined you guys?" He was half expecting her to laugh out loud.
"Why would you want to do that? Aren't you going to dinner with Josh and the rest of your retard friends?"
"Well, yeah," Michael replied, overlooking the comment about his friends being retarded. "We're supposed to anyway. But I just thought Mia would be more comfortable with you and Tina than Josh and Lana."
"What? Is this Michael Moscovitz actually thinking about somebody else for a change? What happened?"
"Don't be like that, Lil. And don't get used to it, either. But what do you say?"
"Fine. Alright, you can tag along. But you have to be civil. That means no teasing Boris about his retainer or anything like that, ok?"
"Fine. Whatever, I can handle that... Thanks though."
* * *
Mia was waiting patiently for Michael to show up. Her mom was weary of her going to the dance with Michael, but she gave in because after all, he is Lilly's brother.
It was nearly seven o'clock, and Mia knew she looked great. Grandmere had taken her to Chanel to get a new dress in honor of Mia's first date. Ans she'd had her hair, makeup and nails done professionally too. So far she had resisted the urge to bite off her new nails, or pick up Fat Louie. Orange cat fur would not compliment this dress, that much she knew.
At seven o'clock on the dot the door bell rang. "At least this means he's punctual," Mia thought as she hurried to hide herself in her bedroom, so she could make a grand entrance.
When Mia was safely hidden in her room, Helen answered the door. Mia could here them from behind her door.
"Good evening, Ms. Thermopolis," Michael greeted her politely.
"Hello, Michael," Helen answered him. "Mia is just in her room, she should be coming out any second now..."
Hearing her cue, Mia stepped outside her bedroom to meet her date.
* * *
Michael had made an extra special effort to be on time this evening, the last thing he wanted was to be late. Especially if he was going to tell Mia later that their 'relationship' couldn't go further than the dance. It was only fair.
And now he was waiting for Mia to come out of her room.
The bedroom door opened and Michael's jaw dropped.
Mia looked HOT!
How could this be the same girl he'd grown up with? How had he missed her transformation from an annoying, scrawny girl, to a... hot chick? He knew this was not a polite thing to be thinking, but there really was not other way to describe her.
Mia Thermopolis was... hot.
"Wow," he gulped and Mia smiled shyly. "You look, uh... great."
"Thanks," Mia said, blushing deep red. "You look great too."
"Thanks. Well, um, do you want to get going?" he asked her.
She nodded a reply and moved across the room towards him.
"Oh, here. This is for you," Michael held out a pale blue flower. It matched the colour of her dress perfectly, which was purely coincidental.
She thanked him and slipped her arm in his.
On the way down to the limo, where Lars was waiting, Michael said, "There's been a change of plans, Mia. I thought you might prefer to have dinner with Lilly and Tina, instead of my friends. So we're all going to Moretti's. Is that ok?"
"Oh, that's fine," she replied, trying to sound like she was low maintainence. "I'm easy," Mia blushed. "I mean, I don't mind where we go."
Michael smiled at her cute blunder and she blushed even deeper.
* * *
By the time dessert had come around, Michael was confused. He couldn't help but find the little things Mia did cute and endearing. The things that usually annoyed him, no longer did. And it had nothing to do with how hot she looked.
Take blushing for instance, Mia blushed at everything. She blushed when his hand accidently brushed against hers when he passed the salt; she blushed when her chair squeaked and it sounded like... something else; she blushed when the waiter took the dessert orders and she was the only one who ordered. Michael couldn't help but find her blushes cute.
But then, how could he think anything about Mia Thermopolis was cute? She was the girl he grew up with, his little sisters annoying best friend.
She wasn't supposed to be cute. And she was most definitely not supposed to be hot.
Something was seriously wrong if Michael was thinking any of these things. He just didn't know what exactly that was, or else he'd be able to fix it. He'd be able to go back to thinking that Mia was just annoying and that he was only just breaking off Josh's plan because he didn't want to be cruel. Not because he cared about her.
Because Michael Moscovitz most certainly did not care about Mia Thermopolis. Not the way she wanted him to anyway.
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If you're lucky, I may put in a sneak peak for the sequel to Creep in a few chapters or so.
And there will be a new one-shot on Monday. Look out for it then.
