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Chapter Two: Bad News

I realized that Lily had a great idea the moment she walked out of my room. I would bring Mia with me…that would be fantastic! I quickly jumped up and grabbed the phone, dialing her number.

No wait, too impersonal, besides she's pissed off at me already.

I sprung down the stairs, and grabbed my coat, reaching for the door.

"Michael!" My mom screamed. "Where are you going?"

"To see Mia, Mom!" I yelled back, running out the door before she could protest.

I quickly ran the 10 1/2 blocks, nearly passing out before I reached her house. "It's worth it," I thought as I rang her doorbell.

"Helen! Helen, it's Michael..." I said, banging on the door. Mr. G answered.

"Oh, hey, Mr. G...can I talk to Mia?" I asked.

"Sure, sure Michael, she's in her room."

I ran up the stairs and flung Mia's door open.

"Mia!" I yelled.

She was sitting there, on her computer typing up something to a friend. I ran up to her.

"Come with me." I blurted out.

"What? Huh?"

"Come with me!" I reiterated

"Come with you where?" She asked.

"On tour!" I exclaimed "Come with Skinner Box on tour."

"Are you serious?"

"Yea! I know I broke our promise when I dropped you for touring. I feel really bad, Mia."

"Look, it's okay - I mean, this is an amazing opportunity for Skinner box. We can spend time together some other time." She responded.

"No. It's not okay. You're my girlfriend, and I love you. It wasn't okay, so I want to get the best of both worlds. Come with me this summer, it will be incredible."

"Are you serious? I mean, I don't want to be the tagalong girlfriend."

"Never," I responded, kissing her. "Come with us...please?" I asked.

"Yes!" she replied.

"Really? Yes?" I answered.

"Yes," she said again, kissing me. "Uh-oh."

"What?" I asked.

"My grandmother! What will she think?" Mia asked, pulling away.

"Doesn't matter - your old enough to make your own decisions." I responded.

"What about my mom…and dad…and step-dad?!"

"We'll convince them."

"When? It's not like we gave them a lot of notice."

"Ask them now."

"What?" she asked.

"Ask them now," I repeated.

"Really?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Why not? Better time then never."

"Okay."

She grabbed my hand and made our way out of her room, and into the living room.

"Mom, Mr. G, I have a question for you." Mia asked.

"Yea, sure what is it, honey?" Helen responded, sitting on the couch next to Mr. G.

"Okay, well, I have excellent news! Skinner Box got signed to a record label!" she said, squeezing my hand as I smiled shyly.

"Really? Wow, congratulations, Michael!" Mr. G said.

"There's more." Mia perked up. "The label wants Michael's band to start touring next week, after school ends.

"Once again, congratulations," Helen said.

"And he wants me to come with him." Mia said.

"What?" Helen asked, surprised. She dropped her artwork that she was working on and looked up.

"Absolutely not."

"What?" Mia protested. "Why not?"

"Because you're too young! That's why!" Helen answered back.

"Mom!" Mia shouted, but then calmed down knowing she wouldn't get anywhere with shouting at her mother.

"Listen, Michael and I have been dating for 2 years. I love him. He loves me. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is, Mia, that you are only 16, whereas Michael is 18. I would prefer for you to not be running all over the country with a group of 18 year old boys for three months," Helen answered. "End of story."

"This is really unfair, Mom, and you know it." Mia said, running back into her room with tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's really okay Mia." I said, wrapping my arms around her.

"No, it's really not okay Michael...my parents are idiots," she said in between sniffles.

"What day are you leaving?" she added.

"Next Monday at noon. Why?" I asked. "Mia, don't go doing anything stupid."

"I won't. Michael, you should go, I'll come by before you leave." she said, kissing me.

I walked out of the apartment, not being too sure of what was to come.