You know, blasting PP to the full level your stereo will allow is really good for the soul when people piss you off. Keep that in mind.
Someone pointed out that Jesse is actually a 19th Century ghost, not an 18th Century one, and she's quite right. I stuffed up, oopsies. But oh well, I told you all I don't know The Mediator books half as well as PD, I've only read them once! But it's only a small boo boo, so let's just carry on.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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Mia's POV...
I told Michael. About that girl ringing me up, I mean. I couldn't help it, he hopped in the limo a few minutes ago and asked how I was doing.
"Do you know her?" Michael asked, a concerned look on his face.
"I don't think so, her name was Susie, or Susan, or something. You don't know anyone called that, do you?"
"No."
"Well, she really upset me. I mean, what kind of person does that? And how did she even get our number? We're unlisted!"
Michael put his arm around my shoulders in an effort to calm me, but the mere touch of him made me almost hyperventalate.
I noticed Lars giving us a strange look from where he was sitting, but he didn't say anything.
"Thanks, Michael," I told him. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have someone to talk to about this. It's not the same talking to mom, and Tina's a good friend, but... Lilly was my best friend. It's just not the same."
"Don't worry about it, Thermopolis. I feel the same way. Lilly was mostly a pain in my ass but she was still my sister. And my parents are a mess over the whole thing. It's good to have someone to talk to if I need to."
We smiled at each other. The upset butterflies in my stomach now replacing themselves with nervous ones.
Suze's POV...
I'm on vacation, yet I find myself waking up early and going to school How is it that this happens?
Oh yeah. I'm a mediator, that's how. Father Dom may call it a gift, but I call it a pain in my ass.
Especially when I have to get up early enough to go to a school in Manhattan to find some girl who already thinks I'm crazy.
I walked up to the outside of the school, where lots of kids were crowded around a statue of a lion.
How am I supposed to know which one she is? If I just start calling out for her she'll definitely think I'm crazy.
As if sensing my dilema, Ghost Girl suddenly appeared by my side. "They're not here yet," she said. "They'll be a few minutes."
"They?" I whispered back to her.
"Mia and Michael."
"They'll be arriving together? Sounds like your message doesn't need to be delivered after all."
"No, they're idiots. Michael and I used to catch a lift to school with Mia in the limo and now I'm gone, he still does."
"Whoa, wait," I turned to her, and forgetting that no one else could see her, addressed her in a normal voice. "Did you just say limo? Who is this chick? Some kind of movie star?"
"No, she's..." Lilly began, but I never got to hear who she is because she pointed to a black limo approaching the curb. "...There."
The limo stopped and a huge guy, dressed rather much like James Bond, stepped out and held the door open.
Out next was a good looking guy, possibly a Senior, and then a tall, awkward looking girl. She didn't look awkward about anything inparticular, she just looked like an uncomfortable, awkward kind of person.
"Who's the buff guy?" I asked Lilly, indicating the James Bond type.
"Her bodyguard..."
"Bodyguard!?!" I cried, completly forgetting to say it under my breath and getting quite a few strange looks because of it.
Oh well, bodyguard or not, I have a message to deliver.
I walked over to Mia, who was now walking up the steps towards the doors, the guy next to her and the bodyguard behind them.
"Excuse me, Mia?" I called out to her.
She stopped and turned around, Michael and James Bond too.
"Yes?"
"Uh, hi. Can I talk to you for a minute? It's about your friend Lilly."
"Are you that Susan girl?" Michael demanded.
'That Susan Girl'? Rude much? At least get the name right, sheesh.
"My name is Suze, yes. I just have a message for you from Lilly..."
Mia turned as white as... well, a ghost.
Her bodyguard saw this and interrupted me. "I think you should leave, young lady, or else I will escort you from the grounds myself."
Escort me from the grounds? Seriously, who is this girl?
"It won't take long, really," I disputed, but I could see neither Michael or James Bond were going to let me say another word.
I reluctantly left, Lilly close at my heels shouting, "You can't just give up! They're morons! They'll never get together without my help. And I need your help!"
As soon as we were far enough away from the school I turned to her and said, rather angrily since it had all been a waste of time, "In case you hadn't noticed, that wasn't just a toy gun buldging out of that guys jacket! You obviously didn't give me the full story! Now, I did my bit, so you have to work out how to do the rest from now on. Without me!"
Lilly stood there, obviously stunned, "You mean you don't know who she is?"
"No. Should I?"
Mia's POV...
I sat down on the bench outside the school, right next to Joe The Lion. The first bell has already rung, but algebra can wait.
"Who do you think she was Lars? A crazed stalker? An obsessed fan? Or just a looney from Bellevue?"
"I don't know, but she called you Mia. Normally your stalkers call you Amelia."
"What? I've had stalkers? Since when?" This is news to me. Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?
Lars looked uncomfortable. "Yes, princess, but we've always taken care of them."
Hmph. How's that for service, I guess. Not that I want crazy stalkers, but I'd like to know I was worthy of one!
"But don't worry, princess. I'll have it all sorted out." Lars whipped out his cell phone, furiously dialled and turned around to start talking in it.
"It'll be ok," Michael said, sitting down beside me and putting his arm around my waist. "Lars will always be there, and... and I will be too."
That's so sweet of him. To want to protect me like that. But he can't always be there to protect me. We have different classes and what about when I go out with Kenny? He won't want to tag along.
Oh God! I'm supposed to have a date with Kenny tonight! I really don't want to go. Especially if Michael isn't there to keep me sane and calm. Not that I'm ever calm when Michael's around anyway.
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And now, some more teaser lines from my Creep sequel, titled "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow." (Other teaser lines can be found in Pretty Woman if you have not already seen them.)
Once again, the order has been messed up to mess you up. Mwahahaha.
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I watched her skip down the hallway as if she were on the yellow brick
road.
Then I walked into Michael's room, a look of shock still on my face. What had Holly been doing here?
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Lilly sighed; I actually heard it through the phone. "No, I was just trying to make sure I understood everything. I have no idea what you should do, Michael. This is a decision only you can make."
"I was afraid you were going to say that."
"So what are you going to do?"
"You expect me to have made that decision in the last three seconds? I
need to think about it. But either way, my life is totally screwed......
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We left the store and she was in a much better mood.
"I love it!" she said happily, holding out her left hand and admiring it as we walked along. "Thankyou, Michael." She reached up and kissed me on the cheek.
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You know, I would have rathered taken a bit longer than a weekend to make the biggest decision of my life, but it's not fair to anyone to drag it out longer than it has to be.
And I don't think a few more days will make anything any clearer or simpler, it'd just be putting it off.
So, with my decision made, I'm off to find the woman of my dreams and tell her.
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I grabbed my jacket and keys, kissed her good bye and walked out the door. Or rather escaped through it.
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I was planning on putting them up in Spanish, and making you work for them, but when I translated what I'd done back to English, it didn't make a whole lot of sense. So you got them in English instead. I'm just too damn nice.
Someone pointed out that Jesse is actually a 19th Century ghost, not an 18th Century one, and she's quite right. I stuffed up, oopsies. But oh well, I told you all I don't know The Mediator books half as well as PD, I've only read them once! But it's only a small boo boo, so let's just carry on.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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Mia's POV...
I told Michael. About that girl ringing me up, I mean. I couldn't help it, he hopped in the limo a few minutes ago and asked how I was doing.
"Do you know her?" Michael asked, a concerned look on his face.
"I don't think so, her name was Susie, or Susan, or something. You don't know anyone called that, do you?"
"No."
"Well, she really upset me. I mean, what kind of person does that? And how did she even get our number? We're unlisted!"
Michael put his arm around my shoulders in an effort to calm me, but the mere touch of him made me almost hyperventalate.
I noticed Lars giving us a strange look from where he was sitting, but he didn't say anything.
"Thanks, Michael," I told him. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have someone to talk to about this. It's not the same talking to mom, and Tina's a good friend, but... Lilly was my best friend. It's just not the same."
"Don't worry about it, Thermopolis. I feel the same way. Lilly was mostly a pain in my ass but she was still my sister. And my parents are a mess over the whole thing. It's good to have someone to talk to if I need to."
We smiled at each other. The upset butterflies in my stomach now replacing themselves with nervous ones.
Suze's POV...
I'm on vacation, yet I find myself waking up early and going to school How is it that this happens?
Oh yeah. I'm a mediator, that's how. Father Dom may call it a gift, but I call it a pain in my ass.
Especially when I have to get up early enough to go to a school in Manhattan to find some girl who already thinks I'm crazy.
I walked up to the outside of the school, where lots of kids were crowded around a statue of a lion.
How am I supposed to know which one she is? If I just start calling out for her she'll definitely think I'm crazy.
As if sensing my dilema, Ghost Girl suddenly appeared by my side. "They're not here yet," she said. "They'll be a few minutes."
"They?" I whispered back to her.
"Mia and Michael."
"They'll be arriving together? Sounds like your message doesn't need to be delivered after all."
"No, they're idiots. Michael and I used to catch a lift to school with Mia in the limo and now I'm gone, he still does."
"Whoa, wait," I turned to her, and forgetting that no one else could see her, addressed her in a normal voice. "Did you just say limo? Who is this chick? Some kind of movie star?"
"No, she's..." Lilly began, but I never got to hear who she is because she pointed to a black limo approaching the curb. "...There."
The limo stopped and a huge guy, dressed rather much like James Bond, stepped out and held the door open.
Out next was a good looking guy, possibly a Senior, and then a tall, awkward looking girl. She didn't look awkward about anything inparticular, she just looked like an uncomfortable, awkward kind of person.
"Who's the buff guy?" I asked Lilly, indicating the James Bond type.
"Her bodyguard..."
"Bodyguard!?!" I cried, completly forgetting to say it under my breath and getting quite a few strange looks because of it.
Oh well, bodyguard or not, I have a message to deliver.
I walked over to Mia, who was now walking up the steps towards the doors, the guy next to her and the bodyguard behind them.
"Excuse me, Mia?" I called out to her.
She stopped and turned around, Michael and James Bond too.
"Yes?"
"Uh, hi. Can I talk to you for a minute? It's about your friend Lilly."
"Are you that Susan girl?" Michael demanded.
'That Susan Girl'? Rude much? At least get the name right, sheesh.
"My name is Suze, yes. I just have a message for you from Lilly..."
Mia turned as white as... well, a ghost.
Her bodyguard saw this and interrupted me. "I think you should leave, young lady, or else I will escort you from the grounds myself."
Escort me from the grounds? Seriously, who is this girl?
"It won't take long, really," I disputed, but I could see neither Michael or James Bond were going to let me say another word.
I reluctantly left, Lilly close at my heels shouting, "You can't just give up! They're morons! They'll never get together without my help. And I need your help!"
As soon as we were far enough away from the school I turned to her and said, rather angrily since it had all been a waste of time, "In case you hadn't noticed, that wasn't just a toy gun buldging out of that guys jacket! You obviously didn't give me the full story! Now, I did my bit, so you have to work out how to do the rest from now on. Without me!"
Lilly stood there, obviously stunned, "You mean you don't know who she is?"
"No. Should I?"
Mia's POV...
I sat down on the bench outside the school, right next to Joe The Lion. The first bell has already rung, but algebra can wait.
"Who do you think she was Lars? A crazed stalker? An obsessed fan? Or just a looney from Bellevue?"
"I don't know, but she called you Mia. Normally your stalkers call you Amelia."
"What? I've had stalkers? Since when?" This is news to me. Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?
Lars looked uncomfortable. "Yes, princess, but we've always taken care of them."
Hmph. How's that for service, I guess. Not that I want crazy stalkers, but I'd like to know I was worthy of one!
"But don't worry, princess. I'll have it all sorted out." Lars whipped out his cell phone, furiously dialled and turned around to start talking in it.
"It'll be ok," Michael said, sitting down beside me and putting his arm around my waist. "Lars will always be there, and... and I will be too."
That's so sweet of him. To want to protect me like that. But he can't always be there to protect me. We have different classes and what about when I go out with Kenny? He won't want to tag along.
Oh God! I'm supposed to have a date with Kenny tonight! I really don't want to go. Especially if Michael isn't there to keep me sane and calm. Not that I'm ever calm when Michael's around anyway.
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And now, some more teaser lines from my Creep sequel, titled "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow." (Other teaser lines can be found in Pretty Woman if you have not already seen them.)
Once again, the order has been messed up to mess you up. Mwahahaha.
---------------
I watched her skip down the hallway as if she were on the yellow brick
road.
Then I walked into Michael's room, a look of shock still on my face. What had Holly been doing here?
---
Lilly sighed; I actually heard it through the phone. "No, I was just trying to make sure I understood everything. I have no idea what you should do, Michael. This is a decision only you can make."
"I was afraid you were going to say that."
"So what are you going to do?"
"You expect me to have made that decision in the last three seconds? I
need to think about it. But either way, my life is totally screwed......
---
We left the store and she was in a much better mood.
"I love it!" she said happily, holding out her left hand and admiring it as we walked along. "Thankyou, Michael." She reached up and kissed me on the cheek.
---
You know, I would have rathered taken a bit longer than a weekend to make the biggest decision of my life, but it's not fair to anyone to drag it out longer than it has to be.
And I don't think a few more days will make anything any clearer or simpler, it'd just be putting it off.
So, with my decision made, I'm off to find the woman of my dreams and tell her.
---
I grabbed my jacket and keys, kissed her good bye and walked out the door. Or rather escaped through it.
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I was planning on putting them up in Spanish, and making you work for them, but when I translated what I'd done back to English, it didn't make a whole lot of sense. So you got them in English instead. I'm just too damn nice.