MICHAEL

The joy of her B+ didn't last very long though. Weeks later we were spending our G&T time tutoring. It was actually fun doing this stuff. I didn't think so three years ago when I did it, but now that I get to help someone else I think it is fun. Plus, Mia and I crack jokes about Boris and Lilly.
"Did you wanna come over tonight?" I asked her. "I have to show you something."
"Michael, I do not want to see your peenie," she joked.
Both of our cheeks turned red. "Damn. Forget it then," I said with a laugh. "But no, seriously. There's something I have to show you."
After a dramatic pause, "It'd be an honor," she accepted graciously.
"Being around your Grandmere is really getting to you," I replied. "Don't go to the dark side Luke! Don't go!"
"Just because I am being polite does not mean that I am becoming her. I would never be her. When I am, ya know, in her position I will never make my granddaughter go though lessons like these"
"Oh yes," I started. She was staring behind me. I looked. There was Josh, looking thoughtful. "Mia, don't do it."
"Do what?"
"Stare at him. Not only is it rude, but it's totally stupid." We looked out the window together. And we saw Josh and Lana making out. "Would you really want to be with someone who's only capable of making out with a girl?" At least he's able to do that, unlike me. Unlike me who has only kissed one person and that was on a dare. And I didn't know who it was because it was during a seven minutes in heaven game where we were blindfolded.
"I guess I'd want to be with someone who I could carry on a conversation. I mean, whenever I am around Josh I turn into a blubbering fool. I guess it'll be awhile before I can have a boyfriend though. I barely even have enough time to hang out with my friends, between school, Grandmere, and homework. Forget a boyfriend. Besides, no one would want to date a five foot nine inch princess."
"Mia, stop the whining. When it's the right time you'll find someone, I promise. Besides, if you don't, I bet Grandmere would find someone suitable for you!"
"Don't give her any ideas..."

She showed up at my apartment around six thirty. I got to the door and took off my shirt. It was a running joke now between us. She brushed by me, and let her fingers go across my stomach. "Hi Michael."
"Thermopolis."
"What is it you just HAVE to show me?" she asked with wide eyes.
"Here, let me take your backpack," I said taking her bag. She handed me her jacket as well. She must have assumed we were going to be studying.
"I never said your jacket."
"We going outside?" she asked.
"Yes. Come on," I said grabbing her hand. We were in the hall before I remembered I had no shirt on. She didn't seem to mind though. I quickly ran in and threw on my black t-shirt.
We rushed down to a club not far from my apartment. She looked really confused. I took her in the back way. I noticed that Lars was watching us from about thirty feet away. I told Mia to sit at the table in the front of the stage. She looked really confused when I walked backstage and left her alone. Lars sat with her. He looked slightly pissed that I hadn't cleared the location with him. Terrorists might have set up a bomb to kill the sole heir to the Genovian crown. Don't they get that people aren't concerned that much with their country. No offense to Mia or anything, but Genovia does not do all that much. Not enough for terrorists to want Mia dead.
Denis came up to me and peeked into the audience. "Who's that chick?" he asked.
"Oh, that's just Mia, she's my friend."
"That's the girl I told you I saw him with that night at Vito's," Gabe said coming up behind us. "I told you she was hot."
"You saw us?" I asked. I thought we were dancing anonymously. I guess people noticed.
"Just a friend?" Denis asked.
"Yeah."
"Man, she's hot. Think she'd go for me?"
"No." A lie. He was the kind of guy she would like, but would never expect to talk to. She'd be really uncomfortable talking to him.
"Why not?" he asked shocked. Every girl goes for him.
"Her dad is really strict about who she dates. He'd never let her date a musician," I lied.
"But it's okay for her to hang out with you? Is that her dad with her?"
"No...erg, that's her uncle."
"Right. Dude, I'm gonna go-"
"No. You are not going to do anything. Come on, let's get on stage." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MIA
I couldn't believe it. Michael was up on stage with a band. He was singing. I never knew he was a singer. I never new he could play the guitar. I recognized the other people vaguely from school. One of them winked at me I think.
This was the coolest thing ever. Michael was in a band! That's so cool. He looked totally at ease being up there on the stage. They sang a lot of cover songs, but then one that the keyboardist wrote about a bad break up.
After the set the bassist came up to me. "Hey, I'm Denis."
"Hi, I'm Mia," I replied, confused as to why he was talking to me. Hot musicians don't talk to small breasted freaks like me.
"You are Michael's friend, right?"
"Yeah."
"Are you guys, you know, hooking up, or just friends?"
I nearly burst out laughing. Imagine me 'hooking up' with Michael!
"We are just friends."
"In that case, how about a date with me then?"
I thought for a minute. He was cute, but something wasn't right about him. "I'm sorry, but my father doesn't let me date." Why the hell did I refuse a date with this gorgeous guy? It was the first time in my entire life a guy asked me out on a date. What was wrong with me?
"Yeah, that's what Michael told me."

Afterwards Michael came up to me. "Michael Moscovitz! That was amazing! I never knew!" I exclaimed, hugging him.
"Well, I figure you told me your deep dark secret, it's only fair."
I rolled my eyes. "These are two very different secrets. I'm not going to be a rock star."
"I don't know who is."
"Michael, you were amazing up there! No need to be modest with me!" I exclaimed. I saw some girls giving me dirty looks. "Um, did you want to stay?"
"No, why?"
"Those girls..."
"So? They come here every week. They are kind of weird."
"You have groupies?" I said with a laugh.
"I guess so. So you thought it was good?"
"Totally. It was incredible But Michael, you are always complaining about not having a girlfriend. I'm sure those girls-"
"They aren't my type," he interrupted sharply.
I stayed quiet for half the walk to his apartment. "So have you written anything?"
"No. I don't really have any inspiration. Wanna hear Kev's story?" he asked.
"Sure," I said with a shiver.
"Cold?"
"Yeah."
"Come inside then. I'll make you some hot chocolate."
We went inside and he told me the story about Kevin and his ex- girlfriend.
"See, they started going out junior year of high school. They're freshman in college now so things are a little different. She's about a half an hour away and he's here in New York. a/n, kind of a true story here, sorry, couldn't resist bringing personal life into the story!"
"Uh huh?"
"And he broke up with her for a little while, like a week. Then they got back together and things were fine for a little while. But now she's saying she's all confused and wants to meet new people."
"So what? Is he bitter?"
"He thought it was the real thing."
I sided with the girl. "It could still be. She just needs to see what it's like with other guys."
He shrugged. "Mia, you and I can't really judge I guess. I mean, we aren't really experts in relationships."
Lilly walked in right then. "Hey Mia! Oh man it's been so long since we've hung out. Are you staying over?"
"Are you inviting me?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure. Think your mom will let you?"
"No problem. Let me just call her."
Mom of course let me. She and Mr. G were having a serious talk tonight. I hope she isn't dumping him. The future of my math grade depends on this relationship!