[Well, due to popular demand, I am going to attempt to make my chapters longer. However, this may result in my not updating as often as I have been at the moment.

Now, before I continue, I want a big awww because I have just finished and HOUR(!!!!!!!!!) of ICT work. Evil, evil teacher……

Anyways, I have planned out the story completely and it should be about 14 chappies long, providing it all goes to plan and I don't think of something really clever to add to it which in fact makes the rest of the story seem slightly irrelevant…..so don't hold me to the 14 chapters thingy….it could all go pear shaped! So then, on with the show….. :o)]

The next morning I woke up in a strange room, and looked around, slightly disorientated. A few moments later I remember I was at Michael's, and then I realised I was in fact in his bed [gasp!]

I rolled out and shuffled into the kitchen to find Michael whistling and making pancakes. I was relieved to see (as I passed) that there was a blanket and some pillows laid out on the couch. It would have been seriously worrying if he had been in the bed with me….

When I entered the kitchen Michael stopped whistling promptly and went ever so slightly red. It was at that point I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. I can most certainly say that he has not let his figure go since I last saw him. I was also glad to see that there were no tattoos with Judith's name in a heart. At least, on the part of him I could see…..

NO! Those are most certainly NOT princess-like thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking them anyway, I mean Michael is enga… Michael has Judith now, and I most certainly do not like him in that way anymore. I got over Michael Moscovitz a long time ago.

After we had had our breakfast, served up with awkward conversation, we proceeded into the lounge, where Michael turned on the computer and checked his email, while I flicked through the TV guide. To my complete delight I saw that Star Wars was on, in fact it was starting in about 2 minutes.

'Hey, Michael, do you mind if I put a movie on?' I asked as I sat on the sofa and pulled the blanket Michael had slept under the night before around me.

'Sure, what is it?' he called back in between frantic bursts of typing.

'Star wars.'

'Oh,' he said, sounding….odd. Maybe he didn't like star wars? I mean I know it is the film we watched on our first official date, but Michael is marrying Judith for Christ's sake. He is completely over me. That wouldn't be the reason he sounded weird. Right?

'Is that alright, cause if you don't want to watch it its….'

'No no its fine.' I turned to look at him. He looked rather pale. Maybe he hadn't slept well.

'You know you didn't have to sleep on the couch, I mean, I wouldn't have minded sleeping here.'

'I couldn't let you sleep on the couch could I? You're a princess, what would your Grandmere say?' Now that hurt. I thought Michael knew me better than that. I had never once complained about having to sleep on Lilly's floor. And he should also know I hate being called princess….

However these thoughts were soon pushed from my mind as the music started and I turned back to face the TV screen, leaning back into the chair comfortably. To my surprise a few seconds later I heard the furious typing stop and then Michael launching himself over the back of the couch and landing by my feet. I looked over at him in alarm, he just grinned back at me, before turning back to the TV.

We watched the film in almost complete silence, apart from when we called out key lines. I had noticed, as I looked over at Michael (more frequently than I probably should have been, but oh well) and his smile from when he first threw himself over the sofa was gradually fading, and his sparkling eyes were slowly clouding over. I guess I can understand though, I'm not really much in comparison to Judith. After all, she can clone things, and I could barely pass freshman algebra.

When the movie finally ended I got up and asked Michael if he wanted a drink. He just sat there, gazing into space, and completely ignored me. Yes, yes I have fully well already pointed out I'm not quite as interesting as Judith, but it was still pretty rude for Michael to rub it in by dying. Or at least, ignoring me, but for all I knew, he could be dead. I couldn't hear him breathing…

'Earth to Michael,' I called, waving my hand in front of his face. He blink, and then stayed still for a moment, before slowly looking up at me and giving a weak smile. Well, at least he wasn't dead. Now that would be hard to explain to Lilly….

'I remember the first time we watched that film together,' he said quietly. How could I forget? It had been mine and Michael's first official date together. Which was kind of ruined by the fact I had to go to some crappy black and white ball. We were meant to be going to the screening room and having dinner, bit Grandmere insisted I attend, giving me some story about wanting to make the countess who was hosting it jealous of me. Grandmere ruins everything….

'Me too,' I said equally quietly. It had been the first time Michael had told me he loved me. Well, of course he had said it in that computer program, but I had thought that was a joke, then after I found out it wasn't I had a big spaz about loving as friends.

We sat in silence for a few moments longer before Michael mentioned Buffy and I started talking about star trek, and soon it was like old times. No awkwardness, no long pauses. The conversation just flowed. As we were discussing the finer points of Buffy's love life [having never seen an episode of buffy I have no idea what they would talk about, but I think shes going out with that guy from angel….but I dunno!] when it happened. Suddenly, he stopped talking and just looked at me, straight in the eye. I gazed right back, and once again found the o so familiar feeling of drowning in his deep brown eyes.

And it was at about that point that our lips first touched

[Wow, now that was unexpected! And everyone can give me a big round o applause for getting a B in the first module of my French GCSE :OD!!!! I'm really happy about it, seeing as it was the second highest mark in the class, and I am in fact very stupid when it comes to French, due to the fact we havent had a teacher for over 2 months. Then again, the last time we did have her, one of the boys rugby tackled her……

Anyhow, aren't I clever for getting a B?! For this I think I obviously deserve more reviews, so get to it! Go on……… do it now! :o)]