Disclaimer: I own none of the following characters, they all belong to Meg
Cabot. (Except for Mandella). There is a small reference to Rooney's "Stay
Away" so I guess I'll put that here too.
A/N: Sorry it's been a while. I didn't think it would take me this long to edit a chapter... but then I got carried away and rewrote half of it. I'm going to try updating about once a week. My teachers all decided to get heavy on the schoolwork so I really can't afford to do it anymore often than that.
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(Michael POV)
Mia pulled up in her limo this morning, but she wouldn't even glance at me as I opened the door. Maybe she was mad at me for always assuming I could have a ride. Though the last few days I have taken the subway.
Lilly, being her usual self, elbowed her way past me and tried to order Lars to drive on. Lars waited until I was in the car; he's cool like that. He knows how I feel about Mia.
She stared out the window and was hardly listening to Lilly. What could I say? If she wasn't going to listen to Lilly, she wouldn't listen to me.
Still I followed her to her locker, behind Lars, hoping I'd be less noticeable. Until I saw Kenny waiting at for her, so I had no choice other than to speed up.
I let myself brush up against her, and suffered to imagine she trembled as we touched.
Just as I past her I turned and smiled to say, "Good luck on your Algebra test, Thermopolis. Let me help you in G&Ttoday, okay?"
Mia stopped and stared. But than her gray eyes flashed and she smiled back.
"Thanks, Michael."
I waved, and left her. I was feeling amazed, astounded, delighted. Even Kenny's instant fawning over Mia didn't get me down, or even irritated. No, she smiled, and once again, so easily, I am soaring into the clouds.
Things were normal; I could covet our moments together, like before.
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Later in G&T
Mia let me help her with Algebra today. I was nervous at first, afraid of there still being tension. I wouldn't let our knees touch, though I would allow myself to still slip my hand over hers to gently take the pencil from her, my fingers leaving a lingering caress.
But of course, if she noticed she didn't let on. And if she did, than she probably despises me further.
Mandella sat at the table with us, occasionally glancing up to grin at me as I explained things to her. She smiled supportively, and I couldn't help but blush at the fact that she probably knew what was running through my head. That she knew when I leaned over I would occasionally slowly inhale the smell of Mia's hair.
I'm not trying to be a stalker. Or some creep wit a fetish for hair. Or even knees. Oh, strange thoughts there that I wish had never surfaced... anyways, I'm really not this ... demented. But I've hardly seen or spoken with Mia for so long--okay, I admit its only been a few days it feels as though its eternity--that I am finding myself doing these things more frequently when I'm around her. Like this morning.
I can't help myself. I'm really not in favor of PDA.... Seeing Lana and Josh make out in front of Mia's locker pretty much made sure that what ever desires I would have for Mia will really only be expressed privately.
I wouldn't want to disgust other people they way they do. I wouldn't want to disgust Mia further, or make her feel uncomfortable like the way they do. I wouldn't want to be thought of as similar to Josh Richter.
Especially after what he did to Mia.
On a happier note: Lilly came over, bloody mad after whatever, I don't really remember, spouting yet another reason why students should take over the school, turn its government into something like a communist party and put her on the thrown of it all. Oops, my mistake, not thrown, chairman, of the government. Oh, my mistake once again. Chairwoman. I'm being very sarcastic, of course. A bit of a hypocritical statement if you ask me, make everyone equal, and create a perfect school, but have Lilly be the dictator of it all. It seems to me like the whole thing would be thrown out the window.
Back to what happened: Lilly insisted Mia listen, so Mia did, but refused to help Lilly when she demanded it, explaining that she needed my help on Algebra, badly. Needed my help! Badly! .... Well I suppose that actually really isn't a good thing. But she chose me over Lilly, that's something to be said, I think.
Ah well. After Lilly stormed off, annoyed but not irate (thankfully, I would have felt bad for Mia if she had been the center of my sister's uncontrollable rage), and Mandella started to talk to Mia about Lilly.
"She's really got an opinionated temper doesn't she?"
Mia shrugged, "She just wants to make the world a better place."
I snorted, Mandella smiled, but Mia looked embarrassed.
"I can understand that," Mandella went on. "But she can really be over powering, don't you think?"
"... I guess so. She's got her reasons, and Lilly's always been pretty good at getting attention... Even if people don't care about the issue."
"So she uses freaking people out to her advantage," Mia nodded. "I'm glad that all the Moscovitz's are not like that." Mandella said smiling and leaning forward to Mia. "Though sometimes I'm not sure which is better. Being glared at and snubbed, being psycho-analyzed, or being sung to."
Mia giggled, I blushed. Mandella had been in my room, saw my guitar and begged me to play. So I did after a little persuasion, it was a song called "Stay Away." Of course about Mia, and she had recognized it as this immediately. Was this her way of teasing me?
"I would choose singing over psycho-analysis any day," said Mia to her hands.
"You two must be pretty good friends, I mean Michael nearly had a cow when I saw the guitar and made me promise secrecy... And he volunteered to sing to you."
That wasn't quite true, but I was too busy holding my breath waiting for Mia's response to correct her.
Damn, Mandella. I know she's trying to help but my day was going pretty well until now.
I kept waiting, but Mia never said anything.
We all started to speak at once.
Mandella: "Well, this is awkward." (Thanks for stating the obvious Mandella.)
Me: "Back to alg--"
But I stopped when I heard what Mia was saying.
"I'm sorry, Michael, I didn't mean what I said. Lilly sort of made me angry, and I got defensive. And I r-regret ... " she faltered and stopped.
I was startled. Of everything I could think of for what Mia might say, this wasn't it.
But the bell rang then, and Mia grabbed all of her things and stuffed them into her bag.
I may have heard her whisper "I am so sorry," a last time, but in the shuffle of the other students leaving, I could easily have been mistaken.
Mandella turned to me before she left, "Now that wasn't so painful, was it?"
I glared at her confused, horrified, ecstatic with what had just happened.
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Hola! Thank you everyone who reviewed. I like it when I get those emails... :- )
RL3: Yea, I know it was pretty short, I was righting it on my handspring (palm pilot) and then I just uploaded it onto my computer so I didn't really realize just how short it was until I had already uploaded it.
Godzlittlegurl: Hm, she is? ::checks website:: I better be able to go to one of those... or I will be one very unhappy person.
review-happy: Thanks for reviewing even when you had the limit.
A/N: Sorry it's been a while. I didn't think it would take me this long to edit a chapter... but then I got carried away and rewrote half of it. I'm going to try updating about once a week. My teachers all decided to get heavy on the schoolwork so I really can't afford to do it anymore often than that.
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(Michael POV)
Mia pulled up in her limo this morning, but she wouldn't even glance at me as I opened the door. Maybe she was mad at me for always assuming I could have a ride. Though the last few days I have taken the subway.
Lilly, being her usual self, elbowed her way past me and tried to order Lars to drive on. Lars waited until I was in the car; he's cool like that. He knows how I feel about Mia.
She stared out the window and was hardly listening to Lilly. What could I say? If she wasn't going to listen to Lilly, she wouldn't listen to me.
Still I followed her to her locker, behind Lars, hoping I'd be less noticeable. Until I saw Kenny waiting at for her, so I had no choice other than to speed up.
I let myself brush up against her, and suffered to imagine she trembled as we touched.
Just as I past her I turned and smiled to say, "Good luck on your Algebra test, Thermopolis. Let me help you in G&Ttoday, okay?"
Mia stopped and stared. But than her gray eyes flashed and she smiled back.
"Thanks, Michael."
I waved, and left her. I was feeling amazed, astounded, delighted. Even Kenny's instant fawning over Mia didn't get me down, or even irritated. No, she smiled, and once again, so easily, I am soaring into the clouds.
Things were normal; I could covet our moments together, like before.
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Later in G&T
Mia let me help her with Algebra today. I was nervous at first, afraid of there still being tension. I wouldn't let our knees touch, though I would allow myself to still slip my hand over hers to gently take the pencil from her, my fingers leaving a lingering caress.
But of course, if she noticed she didn't let on. And if she did, than she probably despises me further.
Mandella sat at the table with us, occasionally glancing up to grin at me as I explained things to her. She smiled supportively, and I couldn't help but blush at the fact that she probably knew what was running through my head. That she knew when I leaned over I would occasionally slowly inhale the smell of Mia's hair.
I'm not trying to be a stalker. Or some creep wit a fetish for hair. Or even knees. Oh, strange thoughts there that I wish had never surfaced... anyways, I'm really not this ... demented. But I've hardly seen or spoken with Mia for so long--okay, I admit its only been a few days it feels as though its eternity--that I am finding myself doing these things more frequently when I'm around her. Like this morning.
I can't help myself. I'm really not in favor of PDA.... Seeing Lana and Josh make out in front of Mia's locker pretty much made sure that what ever desires I would have for Mia will really only be expressed privately.
I wouldn't want to disgust other people they way they do. I wouldn't want to disgust Mia further, or make her feel uncomfortable like the way they do. I wouldn't want to be thought of as similar to Josh Richter.
Especially after what he did to Mia.
On a happier note: Lilly came over, bloody mad after whatever, I don't really remember, spouting yet another reason why students should take over the school, turn its government into something like a communist party and put her on the thrown of it all. Oops, my mistake, not thrown, chairman, of the government. Oh, my mistake once again. Chairwoman. I'm being very sarcastic, of course. A bit of a hypocritical statement if you ask me, make everyone equal, and create a perfect school, but have Lilly be the dictator of it all. It seems to me like the whole thing would be thrown out the window.
Back to what happened: Lilly insisted Mia listen, so Mia did, but refused to help Lilly when she demanded it, explaining that she needed my help on Algebra, badly. Needed my help! Badly! .... Well I suppose that actually really isn't a good thing. But she chose me over Lilly, that's something to be said, I think.
Ah well. After Lilly stormed off, annoyed but not irate (thankfully, I would have felt bad for Mia if she had been the center of my sister's uncontrollable rage), and Mandella started to talk to Mia about Lilly.
"She's really got an opinionated temper doesn't she?"
Mia shrugged, "She just wants to make the world a better place."
I snorted, Mandella smiled, but Mia looked embarrassed.
"I can understand that," Mandella went on. "But she can really be over powering, don't you think?"
"... I guess so. She's got her reasons, and Lilly's always been pretty good at getting attention... Even if people don't care about the issue."
"So she uses freaking people out to her advantage," Mia nodded. "I'm glad that all the Moscovitz's are not like that." Mandella said smiling and leaning forward to Mia. "Though sometimes I'm not sure which is better. Being glared at and snubbed, being psycho-analyzed, or being sung to."
Mia giggled, I blushed. Mandella had been in my room, saw my guitar and begged me to play. So I did after a little persuasion, it was a song called "Stay Away." Of course about Mia, and she had recognized it as this immediately. Was this her way of teasing me?
"I would choose singing over psycho-analysis any day," said Mia to her hands.
"You two must be pretty good friends, I mean Michael nearly had a cow when I saw the guitar and made me promise secrecy... And he volunteered to sing to you."
That wasn't quite true, but I was too busy holding my breath waiting for Mia's response to correct her.
Damn, Mandella. I know she's trying to help but my day was going pretty well until now.
I kept waiting, but Mia never said anything.
We all started to speak at once.
Mandella: "Well, this is awkward." (Thanks for stating the obvious Mandella.)
Me: "Back to alg--"
But I stopped when I heard what Mia was saying.
"I'm sorry, Michael, I didn't mean what I said. Lilly sort of made me angry, and I got defensive. And I r-regret ... " she faltered and stopped.
I was startled. Of everything I could think of for what Mia might say, this wasn't it.
But the bell rang then, and Mia grabbed all of her things and stuffed them into her bag.
I may have heard her whisper "I am so sorry," a last time, but in the shuffle of the other students leaving, I could easily have been mistaken.
Mandella turned to me before she left, "Now that wasn't so painful, was it?"
I glared at her confused, horrified, ecstatic with what had just happened.
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Hola! Thank you everyone who reviewed. I like it when I get those emails... :- )
RL3: Yea, I know it was pretty short, I was righting it on my handspring (palm pilot) and then I just uploaded it onto my computer so I didn't really realize just how short it was until I had already uploaded it.
Godzlittlegurl: Hm, she is? ::checks website:: I better be able to go to one of those... or I will be one very unhappy person.
review-happy: Thanks for reviewing even when you had the limit.