...grabbed the carton of ice cream. "Mom would kill me if a half pint
of rocky road was on the floor," she explained.
MIA:
Something was different. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but I think I liked it. I like how Michael can tell when I am going to be spineless and comes to my rescue. I like how he stayed with me when I was sick even though he hates being around sick people. I like how he holds my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together. I like his- WAIT I HAVE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!!! HE IS MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!
But friends can be cute can't they?
Friends can think that their friend's hair makes them look kind of sexy. The way that it casts a shadow upon the face of said friend. That it adds to the whole rock star aura.
Friends can think that deep chocolate eyes of their friend make the friend look totally hot. Friends can think that cuddling with friends is comforting. Friends can think that their friends lips look really soft and nice to kiss.
Michael's lip are so nice looking. Other than his eyes and hair they are my favorite physical feature on him. Well, there is the abs, but I'm talking facial features. They are a soft pink...I don't know HOW to describe them. But we're friends, so I don't have to know how to do that.
I wonder, though, what it would be like to kiss those lips? Who knows maybe someday he'll try to kiss me. Maybe it'll be one of those deals that neither one of us want to graduate college a virgin so we decide to have sex. Then I would know what it is like. sigh I really wish I didn't have to wait for that kind of situation though. I bet once he goes to college all the girls will want him and he'll forget all about his good old pal Mia Thermopolis.
I better stop thinking about him. If I keep going like this then I just might fall in...wait, I can't fall in love with him. He is my best friends brother. I decided to make a list in my journal...which I had been lax in writing in since Michael came along.
REASONS NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ: Lilly would be pissed He looks at porn He farts really badly ...and is proud of the stinky ones he treats me like a little sister so it'd be kind of sick
As I wrote those down in my journal I thought about those reasons. They were good sound reasons. But no reason to not fall in LIKE with him.
But then I thought about it again. My mom explained love to me one day after one of her boyfriends, Tim, turned out to be gay. Love isn't always romantic. But when it is, you shouldn't put up any walls. You shouldn't let other people decide whether or not the relationship is appropriate. And that everyone is human. I guess Tim was a different type of human than everyone else I knew though.
All of those reasons I guess didn't stand up. Lilly shouldn't determine whether or not I fell for her brother. All guys look at porn. Everyone farts. I even looked up what farts were exactly one day after he and I started arguing over them. I know, weird thing to fight about, right? Well, this is how it went: (online) CracKing: girls do it too. FtLouie: Yeah, but guys are stinkier. CracKing: Not true. FtLouie: Prove it. CracKing: I wrote an essay about why farts occur...read it. FtLouie: You have a LOT of time on your hands don't you? CracKing: I am a senior. FtLouie: Don't rub it in! CracKing: I just sent it to you as an attachment. Now reeeeeeead it! (I warn you not my best work)
Why Farts are Cool:
Farts come in many forms. They come from everyone. They have many names. Air monkey, ass flapper, burp that went astray, gurglers and my personal favorite, love puff .They come from air that is absorbed by the body before it reaches the intestines. Whatever is left when it reaches the large intestine is mostly nitrogen. This, along with the gases in your stomach, combine to form the human stink bomb. The longer the fart is held in, the stinkier it will get.
If you do not wish to have really stinky farts then lessen your intake of sulfuric foods. Foods that are high in sulfur include, cauliflower, eggs and meat. Which of course you do not eat so you do not need to worry about that. But I'll stay away from you when you eat cauliflower and eggs.
Men are most likely to fart in the early morning. It is not healthy to hold those boys in I'll have you know. A king named Claudius even legalized farting in banquets.
So, dear Princess, do not reject the thunder below. Embrace it. Love it. Live it.
An Essay by Michael Moscovitz
I could NOT fall for a guy who would take the time to let me know that much about farts, could I? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MICHAEL:
Success. It wasn't hard to get out of the building for fifth period. Since we have G&T right before that we just walked out during that. No one noticed.
Lars even lost us! Mia had told him that she was going to the bathroom so he didn't notice she was AWOL. He would cover for us though. He liked us..I think he did. I am sure he does.
We ran all the way to Rockerfeller Center. Since it was mid-week the tourists weren't there. Well, there was some, but not many. No one noticed that we had school uniforms on. It was nice to be a little bad.
We didn't skate long though because we realized if we got injured we'd have a whole lot of explaining to do. Instead, we grabbed a pretzel from a vender on our way back. Nothing spectacular happened. Except she let me buy her the pretzel. And then she squirted mustard onto my face. So I squirted a package back at her.
"You kids supposed to be in school?" the vendor asked suspiciously.
"No sir, we are actually doing research about street vendors for a class."
"I see," he replied, he could tell we were lying. "Well go do your research back at school, eh? And leave my condiments alone."
Mia linked her arm with mine and we stumbled away, laughing. I luckily grabbed some napkins before we left the vendor.
We stopped on a street corner and I wiped her face. I handed her a napkin and she did the same for me. I made sure there was no ketchup on her face, but I lingered a little bit because then I was close enough to smell the strawberry in her hair. AHHHHHHH, what the hell am I saying?
Everything was going too well though. I mean, we were able to skip a class at school without being detected. We were able to have a friendship and yet still have plenty of flirting involved. Something is bound to go wrong.
The rest of the week went by pretty quickly. Most teachers don't want to be in school the week of Thanksgiving; no more than any student does.
I didn't see, or talk to Mia all Thanksgiving Day. It was weird; we had spent at least an hour talking nearly every day for the past two and a half months. She spent the day at the Plaza with her mom and dad and Mr. G. But Friday afternoon she called me and asked if I would meet her at the loft at seven.
I felt kind of silly walking out of my apartment in a tuxedo. I had to sneak by Lilly who was getting ready for her little school dance with Tina.
I walked up the five floors to Mia's. I knocked on the door. This was the first time I'd gone there at night by myself. Without Mia in her pajamas on the other side. Her mother answered the door in her bathrobe. "Hi Michael. Mia will be right out. Paolo is just finishing her hair."
I nodded. Girls. Wait, was this like a date? I had never thought of anything with Mia as a date but here we were, all dressed up. Going to a nice dinner.
I wasn't prepared for what I saw next.
MIA:
Something was different. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but I think I liked it. I like how Michael can tell when I am going to be spineless and comes to my rescue. I like how he stayed with me when I was sick even though he hates being around sick people. I like how he holds my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together. I like his- WAIT I HAVE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!!! HE IS MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!
But friends can be cute can't they?
Friends can think that their friend's hair makes them look kind of sexy. The way that it casts a shadow upon the face of said friend. That it adds to the whole rock star aura.
Friends can think that deep chocolate eyes of their friend make the friend look totally hot. Friends can think that cuddling with friends is comforting. Friends can think that their friends lips look really soft and nice to kiss.
Michael's lip are so nice looking. Other than his eyes and hair they are my favorite physical feature on him. Well, there is the abs, but I'm talking facial features. They are a soft pink...I don't know HOW to describe them. But we're friends, so I don't have to know how to do that.
I wonder, though, what it would be like to kiss those lips? Who knows maybe someday he'll try to kiss me. Maybe it'll be one of those deals that neither one of us want to graduate college a virgin so we decide to have sex. Then I would know what it is like. sigh I really wish I didn't have to wait for that kind of situation though. I bet once he goes to college all the girls will want him and he'll forget all about his good old pal Mia Thermopolis.
I better stop thinking about him. If I keep going like this then I just might fall in...wait, I can't fall in love with him. He is my best friends brother. I decided to make a list in my journal...which I had been lax in writing in since Michael came along.
REASONS NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ: Lilly would be pissed He looks at porn He farts really badly ...and is proud of the stinky ones he treats me like a little sister so it'd be kind of sick
As I wrote those down in my journal I thought about those reasons. They were good sound reasons. But no reason to not fall in LIKE with him.
But then I thought about it again. My mom explained love to me one day after one of her boyfriends, Tim, turned out to be gay. Love isn't always romantic. But when it is, you shouldn't put up any walls. You shouldn't let other people decide whether or not the relationship is appropriate. And that everyone is human. I guess Tim was a different type of human than everyone else I knew though.
All of those reasons I guess didn't stand up. Lilly shouldn't determine whether or not I fell for her brother. All guys look at porn. Everyone farts. I even looked up what farts were exactly one day after he and I started arguing over them. I know, weird thing to fight about, right? Well, this is how it went: (online) CracKing: girls do it too. FtLouie: Yeah, but guys are stinkier. CracKing: Not true. FtLouie: Prove it. CracKing: I wrote an essay about why farts occur...read it. FtLouie: You have a LOT of time on your hands don't you? CracKing: I am a senior. FtLouie: Don't rub it in! CracKing: I just sent it to you as an attachment. Now reeeeeeead it! (I warn you not my best work)
Why Farts are Cool:
Farts come in many forms. They come from everyone. They have many names. Air monkey, ass flapper, burp that went astray, gurglers and my personal favorite, love puff .They come from air that is absorbed by the body before it reaches the intestines. Whatever is left when it reaches the large intestine is mostly nitrogen. This, along with the gases in your stomach, combine to form the human stink bomb. The longer the fart is held in, the stinkier it will get.
If you do not wish to have really stinky farts then lessen your intake of sulfuric foods. Foods that are high in sulfur include, cauliflower, eggs and meat. Which of course you do not eat so you do not need to worry about that. But I'll stay away from you when you eat cauliflower and eggs.
Men are most likely to fart in the early morning. It is not healthy to hold those boys in I'll have you know. A king named Claudius even legalized farting in banquets.
So, dear Princess, do not reject the thunder below. Embrace it. Love it. Live it.
An Essay by Michael Moscovitz
I could NOT fall for a guy who would take the time to let me know that much about farts, could I? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MICHAEL:
Success. It wasn't hard to get out of the building for fifth period. Since we have G&T right before that we just walked out during that. No one noticed.
Lars even lost us! Mia had told him that she was going to the bathroom so he didn't notice she was AWOL. He would cover for us though. He liked us..I think he did. I am sure he does.
We ran all the way to Rockerfeller Center. Since it was mid-week the tourists weren't there. Well, there was some, but not many. No one noticed that we had school uniforms on. It was nice to be a little bad.
We didn't skate long though because we realized if we got injured we'd have a whole lot of explaining to do. Instead, we grabbed a pretzel from a vender on our way back. Nothing spectacular happened. Except she let me buy her the pretzel. And then she squirted mustard onto my face. So I squirted a package back at her.
"You kids supposed to be in school?" the vendor asked suspiciously.
"No sir, we are actually doing research about street vendors for a class."
"I see," he replied, he could tell we were lying. "Well go do your research back at school, eh? And leave my condiments alone."
Mia linked her arm with mine and we stumbled away, laughing. I luckily grabbed some napkins before we left the vendor.
We stopped on a street corner and I wiped her face. I handed her a napkin and she did the same for me. I made sure there was no ketchup on her face, but I lingered a little bit because then I was close enough to smell the strawberry in her hair. AHHHHHHH, what the hell am I saying?
Everything was going too well though. I mean, we were able to skip a class at school without being detected. We were able to have a friendship and yet still have plenty of flirting involved. Something is bound to go wrong.
The rest of the week went by pretty quickly. Most teachers don't want to be in school the week of Thanksgiving; no more than any student does.
I didn't see, or talk to Mia all Thanksgiving Day. It was weird; we had spent at least an hour talking nearly every day for the past two and a half months. She spent the day at the Plaza with her mom and dad and Mr. G. But Friday afternoon she called me and asked if I would meet her at the loft at seven.
I felt kind of silly walking out of my apartment in a tuxedo. I had to sneak by Lilly who was getting ready for her little school dance with Tina.
I walked up the five floors to Mia's. I knocked on the door. This was the first time I'd gone there at night by myself. Without Mia in her pajamas on the other side. Her mother answered the door in her bathrobe. "Hi Michael. Mia will be right out. Paolo is just finishing her hair."
I nodded. Girls. Wait, was this like a date? I had never thought of anything with Mia as a date but here we were, all dressed up. Going to a nice dinner.
I wasn't prepared for what I saw next.
