[Ok flash back time people! *cheers* this is a Michael type flashback, about what happened after Mia left, and how he and Judith got together *glares at Judith*
He, he, he this is just my mean twisted way to make you mad at me for not telling you what happens with Michael and Mia. He, he, he!……please don't stop reviewing me…
Erm…oo yeh and the song Heavy soul is by Clarkesville - you can listen to the song @ www.clarkesville.net :o) I know it doesn't exactly fit with the whole story, but it sort of does, and I didn't realise I was going to have it in until I heard it yesterday!
Anyhow, enough of my mindless blabbering and on with the show!]
Three years ago……
It was a whole month since Princess Mia had left for Genovia. Michael lay in his room staring at the ceiling looking for answers. Well, he couldn't find them anywhere else, they might be up there….
He had already been down to the mail box three times this morning, and it was still only 9:00. Every time he went down he hoped there would be a letter, he checked his email at least 20 times a day, just in case, and he never went out, just in case she called. His college work was suffering, but he didn't care. He just wanted to know why, in the last 92 days he had heard nothing from her. Did she not love him? Had she found someone else? Had she forgotten him even?
'WHY?' he shouted angrily at the plain white ceiling. There was, of course no reply. He signed and climbed slowly off the bed, and shuffled into the kitchenette, to make some toast. Just as he was about to take the first bite there was a knock on the door, and he dropped the sandwich. Could it be Mia? He dashed to the door and threw it open. Alas, it was just Judith, a girl who he had known since high school and who also went to Columbia.
'O, hey Judith,' he said with more disappointment in his voice than he had meant. He didn't want to seem rude did he? He had already turned most of his friends against him by not coming out of his room since May, he didn't want to do the same to Judith.
'Sorry, I'm just in a bad mood,' he apologised as he motioned for her to come in.
'Thanks,' she said, taking a seat on the couch. 'Look, Michael, I don't mean to sound well…mean or anything, but it seems that you have been in a constant bad mood for the last 3 months or so.'
'Can you blame me?' he said weakly, sitting heavily beside her.
'Well, no, but come on Michael, it has been 3months now, and nothing. I mean, its not like you haven't tried to contact her.' It was true.
He had emailed, he had written, he had tried to call, but nothing. After 2months of nothing ness he had decided enough was enough. He had packed his back, put the answer machine on 'just in case she called' and walked out of the apartment. He caught a cab to the airport, and booked a flight to France. It took up most of his savings. Twelve hours later he was waiting in line at the Genovian boarder, and going over in his head what he would say when he saw her. He had figured it all out on the plane. He would burst heroically into the palace, make his up to her room, burst through the door, chest puffed out, and she would take on look at him and fall madly in love with him again. He had not, however, planned on not being allowed to cross the boarder.
'Passport,' the man at the booth said. Michael handed it over and looked down to check all of his bags were still with him.
'I'm sorry sir,' the man said, 'but I cant let you past.'
Michael looked up abruptly 'wh..what do you mean, you cant let me past?' he cried.
'I'm sorry sir, I have orders from the royal family not to let anyone by the name of Michael Moscovitz and matching your description past. You are Michael Moscovitz, correct?'
'Well, yes but….'
'Well then I'm sorry sir, but if you don't leave now I will have to call security.'
'But you don't understand, I have to get in, I have to see Mia.'
'I'm sorry sir, but the princess has specifically said that you should not be allowed into Genovia.'
Michael just stood there limply. Mia didn't want her in Genovia. She didn't want to see him so much that she had ordered he could not even be admitted into the country. He had no attempt to break free from the security guards who came and escorted him back to the airport, where he was promptly put on the next plain back to New York.
'I think,' Judith continued, 'that you should just move on.' It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to move on. He had. Last week he had decided he should tell her how he really felt. He set up the microphone on his computer and got his guitar. He strummed a few chords before setting the microphone to record, before singing, as he had so many time before, a song he had written about Mia:
'I've got nothing else to say to you
I'm all out of reasons and rhymes
I don't care about your problems
Most likely you don't care about mine
You say you're sorry, no offence intended
But your contempt is plain to see
You're so quick to play the victim
But the only victim here is me
I'm so tired of being everybody's run around
And being left along the wayside when they go
And I'm tired of hearing everybody put me down
I never said I'd be the bearer of your heavy soul
I've got nothing else to give you
I know what you say behind my back
I never had nothing against you
How d'you get on this desperate track
I'm just tired of being everybody's run around
And being left along the wayside when they go
And I'm tired of hearing everybody put me down
I never said I'd be the bearer of your heavy soul
You never gave me nothing back
I'm through with being everybody's run around
And being left along the wayside when they go
And I'm done with hearing everybody put me down
I never said I'd be the bearer of your heavy soul
I never said I'd be the bearer of your heavy soul
I never said I'd be the bearer of your heavy soul'
He had burnt it to CD and posted it that afternoon.
'I've tried to move on, I really have. I don't know what to do,' he sighed and turned to Judith with a questioning look.
'I think, the only way to move on from something like this, is to move on to someone else.' she said, leaning towards him slightly.
'But who,' Michael replied, innocently, wondering why Judith was saying all this stuff, and why she was leaning so close.
'Me,' she said simply, before closing the gap between the two and kissing him.
As much as his instincts told him to, Michael didn't push her away. Maybe this was the right thing to do? At least, he knew, Judith would never leave him to rule a country, and that, with Judith, he would never be lonely.
What he didn't realise, is that he would never be truly happy either.
[oooo, another chapter ending in a kiss! Scandalous! I know this chapter is a little hard to under stand, but I think it wouldn't be so good if it was all spilt up, and I kinda like the way it flows into the present (even though it is 3 years ago) and the past.
Anyways, tell me what you think, and I promise next chapter we will go back to Mia and Michael, and that kiss.
Now I think about it, it was kind of mean of me to put this chapter here. What with you all thinking you would find out what was happening with them in this chapter, but there you go, what can I say? I'm evil! Mwahahahaha!!!!
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