Disclaimer: I own nothing created by JK Rowling or Meg Cabot, I just like to pretend.
Alright... so it's been an eternity since I've updated... sorry to everyone. I go through spurts where I write and don't write... so.. here goes... the conclusion...
Mia stared into Michael's eyes. Everything she wanted, needed, was in those eyes. Her one true love. Those eyes, filled with concern, stared into her soul. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
"What's the matter?" he softly whispered.
"I -" Mia broke off as she leaned forward and brought her lips towards Michael's.
Michael put his arms around Mia and brought her close to him as their lips touched. Mia felt as if she were spinning, twisting, turning. Michael was still pressed against her, their lips still locked, as if for all eternity. She felt her body tilt, and the feeling of falling over came her. Reality came to her with a start. She felt herself laying down. Her eyes slowly opened, and the opening in the forest was gone. The loft, her home, now surrounded her. Michael was gazing down at her with a smile on his face.
"Welcome back sleepy head," she whispered to her.
"Back, but... how?"
"Umm, I mean, back from la-la land. Like sleep," Michael was confused as to what Mia was talking about.
"Oh, right. Sleep," Mia said quietly, realizing it had all been a dream.
"Now then, what were you writing about?" Michael questioned as he lay on the futon with her and picked up her notebook.
"Nothing, it doesn't matter now," Mia quickly ripped out the page, and slammed the book shut, "you're here now."
Alright, I know... that was totally lame. But, it needed an ending. Ya'll should check out my other, less stupid, stories. Thanks for all the support!!
Fyre.
Alright... so it's been an eternity since I've updated... sorry to everyone. I go through spurts where I write and don't write... so.. here goes... the conclusion...
Mia stared into Michael's eyes. Everything she wanted, needed, was in those eyes. Her one true love. Those eyes, filled with concern, stared into her soul. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
"What's the matter?" he softly whispered.
"I -" Mia broke off as she leaned forward and brought her lips towards Michael's.
Michael put his arms around Mia and brought her close to him as their lips touched. Mia felt as if she were spinning, twisting, turning. Michael was still pressed against her, their lips still locked, as if for all eternity. She felt her body tilt, and the feeling of falling over came her. Reality came to her with a start. She felt herself laying down. Her eyes slowly opened, and the opening in the forest was gone. The loft, her home, now surrounded her. Michael was gazing down at her with a smile on his face.
"Welcome back sleepy head," she whispered to her.
"Back, but... how?"
"Umm, I mean, back from la-la land. Like sleep," Michael was confused as to what Mia was talking about.
"Oh, right. Sleep," Mia said quietly, realizing it had all been a dream.
"Now then, what were you writing about?" Michael questioned as he lay on the futon with her and picked up her notebook.
"Nothing, it doesn't matter now," Mia quickly ripped out the page, and slammed the book shut, "you're here now."
Alright, I know... that was totally lame. But, it needed an ending. Ya'll should check out my other, less stupid, stories. Thanks for all the support!!
Fyre.