[YAY more from me, lettuce girl! Ha ha ha! Once again thanks for all of my splendiferous reviews (wow, splendiferous is a real word, its on spell check…scary..!) I planned the rest of the story in Re today, so I know just what's going to happen! I know what's going to happen at the end :op! Which is good because otherwise I may just be warbling on and on forever!

Anyways, on with the story! :o)]

Michael pushed the door open and I followed him inside his 6th storey apartment. As I looked around I could see Michael watching me, waiting for a reaction. It was like he was trying to show how well he had done without me. But, wait, he wouldn't do that, he's marrying Judith. O God, he's marrying Judith. That's just wrong.

Once I had finished looking around I settled down on one of the creamy leather couches as Michael got me a drink. The apartment was nice, to be sure, but it didn't really seem…Michael. Then again, I hadn't seen him in three years, and he had probably changed a lot, but it all seemed so….normal. Not that Michael is some sort of crazed axe murderer or anything, but I always thought he would have a more 'original' colour scheme and everything. Everything here seemed to be white, black and brown. Definitely lacking a personal touch.

'Do you still play the guitar?' I called to him in the kitchen, thinking back to the guitar I had noticed propped up in the corner of his room.

'Not really, I gave it up ages ago, it seemed kind of stupid,' he replied in a slightly wooden voice. Playing guitar? Stupid? He hadn't thought it was stupid when he was writing songs about me, that's for sure. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Maybe that's why he had quit. No, he wouldn't stop playing just because of me. It's not even like he was that upset when I didn't write or anything. He didn't even attempt to make contact.

'So what do you want to do?' he asked as he came in and set my drink down on the glass topped coffee table.

'Umm, I don't know really. You can go out or something if you want, I mean I don't mind being left alone, I promise I wont set fire to anything.'

'Fraid I cant Thermopolis, Lilly would have a cow if I left you after what happened last time.' He grinned slightly at this.

'We could check out what's on TV.' There was a [insert actress who might appear on lifetime channel's name here] marathon starting in 10 minutes….

'OK, whatever, just none of that crappy lifetime stuff ok?' I shot him a glare, and he grinned again. 'There's Buffy on if you want to watch that?'

So that's what we did. Watched Buffy. Buffy is another program we don't get in Genovia, so it was cool to watch it again. I am so getting satellite when I get back it is unreal…

'So where is Lilly anyway?' I asked during the commercials. I couldn't bare the awkward silence which had been left at the last ad-break. There were never any awkward silences before, when we were going out. And before that.

'Oh, Boris is havng some crisis. Apparently his new album got slated by the critics or something.'

'BORIS? Boris Pelkowski? He has an ALBUM?!'

'Sure, he's like a huge star in the violin world. I still can't work out if that's a good thing or not…. But Lilly seems to like it, having a famous musician boyfriend. Makes her feel important or something.'

'SHES STILL GOING OUT WITH BORIS?' Why had I not been told any of this stuff? I mean I had been back ages, there had been ample opportunity to tell me, and its not like I didn't ask whether she had a boyfriend or if she still saw other people from school. But it seemed she hadn't been completely truthful with me. And just my luck she doesn't have any flaring-nostril-style give aways.

'Yeh. She didn't tell you?'

'NO!'

'Oh, I guess she didn't want to, in case you tried to make contact with them or something. Although I don't know why she's so worried, you've never been big on the whole making contact with people thing have you?' Now that hurt. I wanted to say something, but at that point Buffy came back on, and I didn't really want to miss it. And I can sort the Michael thing out later right? Buffy is a once a week event!

[Ok ok I know bit short, and maybe old Mia wouldn't just leave stuff hanging like that with good old Mickey, but bear in mind this is a Mia who had had three long years of 'Grandmerefication' (a Sarah Matthews word) and therefore is a little different. Not mean, just different……

So anyways, you know what I am going to ask…..review :o)]