As Promised......and to clear up any questions, I do not own these guys...I wish
I had Michael but unfortunately I do not ( Enjoy!
MIA:
The club was soooo much fun! I had never gone to one of those places before. I had the best time of my entire life. And Michael was amazing. He not only told Lana off, but he can really dance! He held me close to him so I wouldn't get lost. Also, mostly everyone else was dancing like this. He probably wanted to dance with some other girl but knew that I wouldn't stay on the dance floor if he left me for someone else. Everyone else just randomly picked a dance partner. Then again, I don't think Michael is the type to randomly dance with a stranger.
There were two downfalls for the evening, at least for me. Some strange guy tried to pull me from Michael and started to dirty dance with me. I shook my head nervously and told him that I was with Michael. The other downfall was at the end when Michael and I were walking back to his apartment. He held me close to him and I was excited because then I could smell the soapy scent of his skin. But he was so sweaty, or as Grandmere says 'glowing', that there was no trace of the soap.
"You tired?" he asked as we neared his building.
"Not really. I just want to shower. Can I borrow some clothes to sleep in? I don't want to wake up Lilly. I'll just sleep in the liv-"
"No, sleep in my room. Don't be silly. You are practically family in my house. You deserve a bed."
"You are the family in the house. YOU deserve the bed."
"Well, we'll figure some arrangement out."
We got to his apartment and I headed straight for the shower. The Moscovitz's don't have my strawberry smelling shampoo so I was a little let down. They just use the stuff that the hairdressers use in the parlors. I liked how my hair smelt normally. Now it wouldn't have a scent at all.
When I got back to Michael's room he had thrown some clean boxers and a t-shirt on the bed. Crap. I hadn't shaven. Well, it wasn't like I was a bear or anything, but you could see a little bit of hair on my legs. I didn't even like looking at it. I didn't want Michael, a BOY seeing it. "Um, Michael?"
"Yeah?" he asked, not looking at me. He was staring at his computer screen at fanmail for his webzine.
"Do you have any like, sweatpants I could borrow? It's kind of too cold for boxers."
"Well, of course I do, but the elastic waistbands are too big for you," he said turning back to me. "I don't care if you have hairy legs."
He had read my mind. I mean, sure, he's just Michael, but who wants ANY boy to see her naked hairy legs? No one! "Michael."
"Get over the vanity Thermopolis."
Neither one of us were tired. After he showered we laid down in his bed and watched Nick at Night. I have my Lifetime, he has Nick at Night. I was happy that he'd showered because he once again was at his rightful scent; wonderful Dove soap.
Lilly didn't even realize I was there at all. Michael and I slept in until like, noon (no princess lessons), and she had gone out to see one of Boris's recitals. I was kind of relieved.
Michael got up first and went to get some blueberry muffins from the kitchen. I looked up at the ceiling. It was really high. Unlike my bedroom ceiling. I looked around suspiciously. No one has to know if I start jumping on the bed. I'd be done before Michael came back. I got up and started jumping just as Michael walked in. Damn, he's quick. He was laughing. Then he put the muffins on top of his TV and joined me.
MICHAEL:
"I haven't done this in years!" I said with a laugh.
"I haven't been able to because of my freakish height!" she replied.
Suddenly the bed started breaking. We clasped arms and fell down with the bed. There were a few screams followed by laughter. "Damn Mia, you broke my bed!"
"Everything was fine until you showed up!"
We collapsed onto the bed and cracked up.
I was barely home all the next week. I basically went to school; now I was walking with Mia and Lilly (which drove Lilly nuts and caused me and Mia to share a silent laugh), went to either band practice or Computer Club, and hung out with Mia. Mostly tutoring though. We always planned on spending the time tutoring, but we always ended up talking about other things. Like movies. One night we blew the tutoring all together and went to see her favorite all time movie, Dirty Dancing. "Aw, you are like Johnny to my Baby!" she said with a laugh. "I'm glad you agreed to come with me to see this. Lilly hates the movie."
"Make that two of us," I replied with a smirk.
"You are free to leave Moscovitz."
"I can't possibly leave the Princess all alone could I?"
"I have Lars."
"Fine. See ya," I said, standing up.
"You are really leaving?" she asked, pained look on her face.
I really was going to, but I couldn't take that look on her face. "I'm only teasing you Mia. I would never, ever leave you."
MIA:
Michael and I started spending a lot of time together that week. I had a huge math test on Friday and was desperate for help. He came over on Thursday night after my princess lesson.
"Hi M.," I said as I opened the door.
"Hey T. Damn, I was so hoping your shirt would be off since I always have mine off for you!"
"That wouldn't be very princess like would it?" I teased. It wasn't like he'd see that much anyways because I have the breast size of a twelve year old. He already pointed that out to Lilly.
"I could be the first to say I saw them," he continued, "And sell my story to the Post."
I smiled, "Only if I get a cut of that deal."
We walked through the kitchen past my mom and Mr. G. "Mom, Michael is going to tutor me in math since your boyfriend won't."
"Mia, I said I would after your mother and I have some time to-"
"I'm teasing. Relax. Can we go into my room?" I asked.
"Okay sweetheart." My mom doesn't care about those kinds of things.
We sat on my big bed and opened up my math book.
"Did I tell you how Judith asked me to the prom already?"
I burst out in laughter. "You are joking me! That isn't for another like five months right?" I didn't let on that I knew exactly to the hour how far away it was.
"No kidding. Why would I bring her anyways? I mean think about it. You have heard the rumors, right?" he asked.
I shook my head. I kept out of the high school rumor mill. I liked that.
"You know, that you and I are together..." he said softly.
"Oh. I didn't know that."
"Yeah well, so basically everyone else assumes that and yet she doesn't! I almost wish we were so I could tell her to back off!"
"Who would you bring?" I asked.
"Huh? Are you listening to what I am talking about?"
I ignored the rumor thing. He and I were friends. "The prom."
"I dunno. I don't even know if I'll go."
"You have to!" I said, a little too energetically.
"Why, you want to go with me?" he asked with a smirk.
"No. Just think about it though. When you are older you'll wish you went. You are going and I am not taking no for an answer."
"Even if I can only get Judith Gershner to go with me?"
"I'll go in her place," I offered. Where the heck did that come from?
He didn't say anything back. He just smiled. "Maybe then."
He stayed pretty late, later than Mr. G even. We watched a movie after we studied. It felt nice to snuggle with him while watching Beauty and the Beast. He didn't even laugh, even though I knew he wanted to. Once again, confusion wracked my brain while we were snuggling. Why were we doing this? I still don't know. I only know that it felt nice. I really need a boyfriend to do this with...with some extreme making out involved...yummmm
I got my math test back on Monday morning. I was shocked. My total lack of knowledge in mathematics was gone? I had not seen a grade like this in ages. I ran up to Michael at lunch. He was sitting by himself and listening to his disc man. "MICHAEL!" I yelled, tapping him on the shoulder.
"What's up?" he asked, taking off his headphones.
"I got a B+ on my test!"
His eyes widened, "That's awesome. I knew you could do it."
I hugged him, "Thank you soooo much! There's no way I could do this without you!"
"Sure you could. You can do everything Mia. Everything."
MIA:
The club was soooo much fun! I had never gone to one of those places before. I had the best time of my entire life. And Michael was amazing. He not only told Lana off, but he can really dance! He held me close to him so I wouldn't get lost. Also, mostly everyone else was dancing like this. He probably wanted to dance with some other girl but knew that I wouldn't stay on the dance floor if he left me for someone else. Everyone else just randomly picked a dance partner. Then again, I don't think Michael is the type to randomly dance with a stranger.
There were two downfalls for the evening, at least for me. Some strange guy tried to pull me from Michael and started to dirty dance with me. I shook my head nervously and told him that I was with Michael. The other downfall was at the end when Michael and I were walking back to his apartment. He held me close to him and I was excited because then I could smell the soapy scent of his skin. But he was so sweaty, or as Grandmere says 'glowing', that there was no trace of the soap.
"You tired?" he asked as we neared his building.
"Not really. I just want to shower. Can I borrow some clothes to sleep in? I don't want to wake up Lilly. I'll just sleep in the liv-"
"No, sleep in my room. Don't be silly. You are practically family in my house. You deserve a bed."
"You are the family in the house. YOU deserve the bed."
"Well, we'll figure some arrangement out."
We got to his apartment and I headed straight for the shower. The Moscovitz's don't have my strawberry smelling shampoo so I was a little let down. They just use the stuff that the hairdressers use in the parlors. I liked how my hair smelt normally. Now it wouldn't have a scent at all.
When I got back to Michael's room he had thrown some clean boxers and a t-shirt on the bed. Crap. I hadn't shaven. Well, it wasn't like I was a bear or anything, but you could see a little bit of hair on my legs. I didn't even like looking at it. I didn't want Michael, a BOY seeing it. "Um, Michael?"
"Yeah?" he asked, not looking at me. He was staring at his computer screen at fanmail for his webzine.
"Do you have any like, sweatpants I could borrow? It's kind of too cold for boxers."
"Well, of course I do, but the elastic waistbands are too big for you," he said turning back to me. "I don't care if you have hairy legs."
He had read my mind. I mean, sure, he's just Michael, but who wants ANY boy to see her naked hairy legs? No one! "Michael."
"Get over the vanity Thermopolis."
Neither one of us were tired. After he showered we laid down in his bed and watched Nick at Night. I have my Lifetime, he has Nick at Night. I was happy that he'd showered because he once again was at his rightful scent; wonderful Dove soap.
Lilly didn't even realize I was there at all. Michael and I slept in until like, noon (no princess lessons), and she had gone out to see one of Boris's recitals. I was kind of relieved.
Michael got up first and went to get some blueberry muffins from the kitchen. I looked up at the ceiling. It was really high. Unlike my bedroom ceiling. I looked around suspiciously. No one has to know if I start jumping on the bed. I'd be done before Michael came back. I got up and started jumping just as Michael walked in. Damn, he's quick. He was laughing. Then he put the muffins on top of his TV and joined me.
MICHAEL:
"I haven't done this in years!" I said with a laugh.
"I haven't been able to because of my freakish height!" she replied.
Suddenly the bed started breaking. We clasped arms and fell down with the bed. There were a few screams followed by laughter. "Damn Mia, you broke my bed!"
"Everything was fine until you showed up!"
We collapsed onto the bed and cracked up.
I was barely home all the next week. I basically went to school; now I was walking with Mia and Lilly (which drove Lilly nuts and caused me and Mia to share a silent laugh), went to either band practice or Computer Club, and hung out with Mia. Mostly tutoring though. We always planned on spending the time tutoring, but we always ended up talking about other things. Like movies. One night we blew the tutoring all together and went to see her favorite all time movie, Dirty Dancing. "Aw, you are like Johnny to my Baby!" she said with a laugh. "I'm glad you agreed to come with me to see this. Lilly hates the movie."
"Make that two of us," I replied with a smirk.
"You are free to leave Moscovitz."
"I can't possibly leave the Princess all alone could I?"
"I have Lars."
"Fine. See ya," I said, standing up.
"You are really leaving?" she asked, pained look on her face.
I really was going to, but I couldn't take that look on her face. "I'm only teasing you Mia. I would never, ever leave you."
MIA:
Michael and I started spending a lot of time together that week. I had a huge math test on Friday and was desperate for help. He came over on Thursday night after my princess lesson.
"Hi M.," I said as I opened the door.
"Hey T. Damn, I was so hoping your shirt would be off since I always have mine off for you!"
"That wouldn't be very princess like would it?" I teased. It wasn't like he'd see that much anyways because I have the breast size of a twelve year old. He already pointed that out to Lilly.
"I could be the first to say I saw them," he continued, "And sell my story to the Post."
I smiled, "Only if I get a cut of that deal."
We walked through the kitchen past my mom and Mr. G. "Mom, Michael is going to tutor me in math since your boyfriend won't."
"Mia, I said I would after your mother and I have some time to-"
"I'm teasing. Relax. Can we go into my room?" I asked.
"Okay sweetheart." My mom doesn't care about those kinds of things.
We sat on my big bed and opened up my math book.
"Did I tell you how Judith asked me to the prom already?"
I burst out in laughter. "You are joking me! That isn't for another like five months right?" I didn't let on that I knew exactly to the hour how far away it was.
"No kidding. Why would I bring her anyways? I mean think about it. You have heard the rumors, right?" he asked.
I shook my head. I kept out of the high school rumor mill. I liked that.
"You know, that you and I are together..." he said softly.
"Oh. I didn't know that."
"Yeah well, so basically everyone else assumes that and yet she doesn't! I almost wish we were so I could tell her to back off!"
"Who would you bring?" I asked.
"Huh? Are you listening to what I am talking about?"
I ignored the rumor thing. He and I were friends. "The prom."
"I dunno. I don't even know if I'll go."
"You have to!" I said, a little too energetically.
"Why, you want to go with me?" he asked with a smirk.
"No. Just think about it though. When you are older you'll wish you went. You are going and I am not taking no for an answer."
"Even if I can only get Judith Gershner to go with me?"
"I'll go in her place," I offered. Where the heck did that come from?
He didn't say anything back. He just smiled. "Maybe then."
He stayed pretty late, later than Mr. G even. We watched a movie after we studied. It felt nice to snuggle with him while watching Beauty and the Beast. He didn't even laugh, even though I knew he wanted to. Once again, confusion wracked my brain while we were snuggling. Why were we doing this? I still don't know. I only know that it felt nice. I really need a boyfriend to do this with...with some extreme making out involved...yummmm
I got my math test back on Monday morning. I was shocked. My total lack of knowledge in mathematics was gone? I had not seen a grade like this in ages. I ran up to Michael at lunch. He was sitting by himself and listening to his disc man. "MICHAEL!" I yelled, tapping him on the shoulder.
"What's up?" he asked, taking off his headphones.
"I got a B+ on my test!"
His eyes widened, "That's awesome. I knew you could do it."
I hugged him, "Thank you soooo much! There's no way I could do this without you!"
"Sure you could. You can do everything Mia. Everything."
