A/N: Hey guys, yup. Back again. Lucie told me to update so that's what I'm doing. Thank her in a review … go on, you know you want to.
Daydreamer_022: Oh thank you! No we can't let her leave can we. I'm thinking we tie her up to a chair and threaten to pour boiling water onto her keyboard until she agrees to stay. Too harsh? Yeah but it'll do the job.
Robtaymattlouned: I think there's one more chapter after this one. It might be two though. This is just Michael's rants, and then the next one is the chapter. It all depends on whether or not I want to combine the next chapter, with a Kenny bit. I probably will though. Did that make any sense at all?
To everyone who said I'm making Michael mean, yeah I am. I just figured if someone came in at the last minute, and started dating the person they knew you liked, you'd be pretty pissed with him. I know I would. So Michael's using his I'm-three-years-older-than-you-and-a-hell-of-a-lot-sronger-to-boot card. Anyway please read and review, I love getting emails. It makes me all happy. You'll get the next bit when Lucie reminds me. I seriously have a brain like a sieve. Enjoy!
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So Lilly, attracted to the noise coming from Mia like a bee to honey, told her to shut up, and then dragged her back into the Den, where she no doubt sat the poor Princess down and interrogated her on what Kenny had said to her.
I'm surprized she didn't try to listen in with the old upside down glass on the wall thing. You know, that actually works really well. Not that I've tried it or anything …
Yeah. I'll shut up now.
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10:45pm
You know, now that I think about it, I've never seen Mia do a little dance and yell Woo. Is that even normal behaviour for a girl whose boyfriend has just dumped her? I don't think so.
Eugh, I hate the word dumped. It makes you sound like a piece of trash …
Which I guess is the whole point.
That word just brings back a lot of painful memories. And by painful, I mean painful.
Getting accidentally thrown in the trash when you're three years old isn't quite the incentive for you to like throwing away anything. Which is why my room looks like a landfill site. I know my mom didn't mean to throw me out, and it was all my own fault, but I still can't help thinking 'what if she'd only waited a few more minutes before throwing out the big bin bag full of festering vegetables and bits of old snotty tissue'.
What the hell was I thinking anyway? Crawling into a mouldy old bin! Who does that? All I can remember about the hour before that was I'd lost my favourite teddy bear. Yes I had a teddy bear. I was three, so sue me. It's gone now. Once Lilly got her filthy little hands on it, all hope was lost. I know she was only what? 6 months old? But it still doesn't make me like her any more. Or give me any reason to help her with all her boycotts and protests.
Whoa, I just heard a really loud bang coming from The Den. I wonder if Mia's all right? I bet you're thinking 'What about Lilly?' right? Well she's my sister. I think that gives me a pretty good excuse not to care. And you know … I'm still hung up about the whole teddy bear thing. Well, she pulled its head off! No one pulls the head off their brothers' favourite toy. It's just not done. She didn't even say sorry.
Are seventeen year-olds allowed to sulk?
Well, I'd better go and see if the wonderful Mia and her snotty little best friend – AKA my sister – are all right.
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11:34pm
Yup, I knew it. My sisters not right in the head. She purposefully fell down and hit her head on the table for a show she's doing on Lilly Tells It like It Is. She said it was 'to show how easily it is to hurt yourself just walking around your apartment'. I told her people don't usually leave banana skins and pieces of paper everywhere.
Yeah, she got mad and hit me on the arm, so I'm currently nursing a bruised arm and a deflated pride. Way to go Lilly.
Anyway, I asked Mia for a word and she, still looking remarkably happy I might add, agreed and started to follow me out of the room. But Lilly ruined my carefully concocted plan of how to tell Mia I like her, by grabbing her arm, pulling her back into the room and snarling
"Go away dung face." At me. The really ironic thing about that was at the time, Lilly did actually have a bit of doggy doo on her face.
Ha-ha.
I guess when she raided the bin looking for rotten banana skins, some of Pavlov's you-know-what must have flicked onto her face. Mom's always telling me to throw the poo bag into the trash can outside when I come back from Pavlov's walkies, and for once, I am so glad I didn't listen to her. She's going to appear on her show with a lump of poo stuck to her forehead.
Am I the only one who finds that hysterically funny?
I think Mia noticed it too, because she kept smiling and silently giggling whenever Lilly turned around. Well, that's what dear Lilly gets when she tries to stop me telling Mia I like her. Oh, and I have no doubt in my mind that Lilly knew I was going to tell Mia I love her. She's just conniving and evil like that.
I had it all figured out, too. I was going to pull Mia to one side, give her a red rose and tell her I love her. Romantic, eh? Well, I thought so. I thank the lord that mom went a bit soppy at the shops today, and decided to buy a huge bunch of red roses. She's hardly going to notice is one is missing. I took ages trying to pick out the best one too. You know, one that didn't have bits of maggot and dried fly on it. Well, telling a girl I love her takes a lot of guts. And at least I'm doing it in person, instead of over the phone like the idiot did.
And another thing. At least I actually do love Mia. 9 years of knowing her and being friends with her had proven that …
Wait, love?
Man what is wrong with me today?
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