I am FREAKING OUT!!! Since when does Michael Moscovitz love me??? Since when does he even like me?

Okay, I'm over-reacting. He must have just meant a platonic love, right? Like, he loves me like a sister since I'm his sister's best friend and we've grown up together. That's all it was. I'm sure of it.

But then what was with the kissing and the groping in the closet? And what did he mean by 'you've never freaked out before'? Before when? He's certainly never pulled me into a closet and done THAT before! I think I'd remember something like that.

And now he wants me to call him? Why would I call him? I've never called him before. I mean, I've called the Moscovitz's plenty of times and spoken to him briefly, but I've never called for him. Yet he wrote it as if I do it everyday.

Deciding to ignore his request to call, I signed off the computer without replying.

"Mia! Phone call!" I heard mom call out to me a few hours later. I was lying on my bed thinking about Michael. I do this a lot, but usually I don't have the mental pictures of his lips being up against mine. This is new. This is nice.

"Hello?" I answered, thinking it would be Lilly telling me I'd forgotten something at her place.

"Hey, Mia," my heart stopped. Oh, it was a Moscovitz alright. But not the one I'd been expecting.

"Uh... um, hi," I stumbled out.

"Is everything okay? You never called me," he sounded hurt.

"S-sure, I guess. Why?"

"Well you freaked out this morning; you didn't seem like your usual self."

I didn't seem like my usual self? What about him? And what does he mean anyway? Would my usual self not kick him in the groin if he tried to feel me up?

"So can I take you out tonight to make it up to you?" he asked.

I know the guy assaulted me this morning, and I know he's acting uber-creepy right now, but can I just take a moment to revel in the fact that MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ JUST ASKED ME OUT?!?

So now what do I say?

"Sure." What else am I supposed to say? No? Yeah, I don't think so.

"Great. I'll come pick you up in about an hour, can Lars be there?"

"Okay. I'll call Lars."

My palms were sweating as I hung up the phone and dialed Lars.

I'm going on a DATE with Michael Moscovitz! What am I going to wear what am I going to say to him?

After arranging things with Lars, I walked into the kitchen and found mom.

"I'm going out in about an hour, okay, mom?"

"Sure, honey. You going out with Michael?" she asked.

"Yeah... How did you know that?"

"Who else would it have been on the phone? Have fun, but don't forget to call Lars."

Now mom is acting weird. What's up with everyone?

"Hey, Mia," Michael said when I opened the door an hour later. He leaned in a kissed me on the cheek. "I hope you won't injure me for doing that."

I shook my head dumbly. There he goes again with the kissing!

"You look great, are you ready to go?"

"Sure, Lars is downstairs."

We started walking down the stairs in silence, and then Michael grabbed my hand and held it. "I'm really sorry about earlier, Mia. If I upset you or whatever. Maybe a closet wasn't the most romantic place to be, but I just can't help myself sometimes."

I nodded as if I understood what he was talking about. But I have no idea.

"So, um, where are we going?" I asked once the limo had moved off.

"The screening room is showing The Princess Bride, I though we'd go see that."

"Well, I saw that movie last night, but okay."

"What? No you didn't. We watched Star Wars last night. We haven't seen Princess Bride in ages."

"Huh?" I'm sure me and Lilly watched Princess Bride last night.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to watch it we can do something else. Or I can just take you home." He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. Seriously, Michael was using puppy dog eyes with me!

"No, that's okay. I'll see it."

"As you wish," he said, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.

Lars sat opposite us and looked out the window. Is he not as confused as I am about why Michael is acting like this? Why doesn't he knee Michael in the groin for kissing me? Or do I have to protect myself?

Wait, why do I even want to protect myself from Michael and his lips? They're so soft and nice, and they feel especially nice when pressed against my own. Maybe I shouldn't fight this anymore.

So I'm not fighting it anymore.

Michael and I are sitting side by side in the darkened room, Lars is standing against the wall a few feet away, and Michael and I are making out. Yes, that's right, we're making out.

Did I mention before just how good of a kisser Michael is? Because he is. How can I resist? How can I not kiss him back?

I have no idea what is making him even want to kiss me, but right now I don't care. He can do it as much as he likes.

"Ahem, excuse me."

We pulled apart as a waitress put some drinks on our table.

"Thanks," Michael muttered as she walked away shaking her head, probably wondering why people pay to see a movie in the Screening Room if they're not even going to watch the film or eat the meal. Believe me, I'm wondering it too.

"Uh, should we eat now?" I asked nervously.

"If you'd rather eat than do this, then sure. Let's eat," he winked at me.

We ate for a few minutes, but then Michael seemed to enjoy the taste of my neck better and we discarded the food. And we didn't watch any of the rest of the movie either.

[Are you smarter than Mia? Do you know what's happened?

Teaser lines for next chapter:

I opened the door and my eyes widened in horror. Michael was laying on his bed...making out...with another girl. That wasn't me. Okay, why is it that just when I get used to kissing him he has to go find someone else? Am I that bad?

Finally, my presence was acknowledged and they both sat up, the girl discreetly buttoning her shirt. "Hey, Mia," Michael said softly, his cheeks brilliantly red.

"Who's this?" I whispered hoarsely.

The girl smiled and stuck out her hand, apparently oblivious as to how awkward the situation was. "I'm Schwartzibrow."

Hee. Now aren't you eagerly awaiting Ch. 5? I know I am.]