I changed the rating because I wasn't really sure I your allowed to mention sex between 15 year olds in PG. So any way tell me what you think and how I can improve and stuff.
Sunday, December 6, Limo on the way to Lilly's
I'm soooo not looking forward to spending my Christmas brake in Genovia. I just looked over my timetable and let me tell you, I hardly have enough time to eat let alone have any fun.
Any way, I'm on my way to Lilly's to tape another episode of Lilly Tells It Like It Is. And maybe if I'm luck Michael will come see us without a shirt on.
Got to go, the limo just pulled up in front of Lilly's.
Sunday, December 6, Moscovitz bathroom
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
I hate me. I really really do.
Me and Lilly were meant to be hanging out and working on Lilly Tells It Like It Is today but when I got to her apartment Michael opened the door looking annoyed and kinda all scruffy looking but when he saw me he smiled and straightened himself out a bit.
He invited me in and told me Lilly had just left with Boris but I was welcome to stay although Michael regretted to inform me that he couldn't keep me company as he was doing something important in his room. I only wish he had said he wanted privacy. Oh, how I wish it.
So he went to his room and I smooched around the living room for a bit. After about an hour I got bored and so when to tell Michael that I was going and if he could please tell Lilly to call me.
But when I opened his bedroom door I saw just what he him so busy. Emma O'Connal. On his bed. With her tongue shoved down Michael's throat and his had up her shirt. It looked pretty hot and heavy. And there I was standing with my mouth hanging open interrupting there passion.
"Mia!" Michael's voice sounded husky and strained. He went to say something but I ran out and into the bathroom as fast as possible.
Did I mention I hate myself? Because I do. I mean not only do I hate myself but I'm really really depressed because it's not every day you see the guy you love with his hand up another girls top.
I hate me. I hate me. I ha-
Later Sunday, Michael's room
OK, the reason I was cut off suddenly was because none other than Michael Moscovitz was knocking on the bathroom door asking if he could come in. I didn't want him to come in after what I had just seen, in fact I never wanted to face Michael again. But it is technically his bathroom so I couldn't say no.
So he came in and just sat by me. Seriously. He just sat there. We must have been sat there for ten minutes and not one word was spoken. I think he was expecting me to say something first. But I was expecting him to say something. I mean he is the one who came in and sat by me. I finally cracked and broke the silence.
"Where's Emma?"
"She went home. She was kinda embarrassed and stuff." Which I can totally understand. To be honest, I was kinda glad she had gone home. I couldn't face her as well as Michael.
"Oh. I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to walk in on you. I swear I didn't. Please don't hate me." Michael seemed kinda shocked at this. I wouldn't be. I'd hate me if I had walked in on myself making out with someone.
"Why would I hate you?"
"Because I walked in on you and Emma... you know" It was kinda humiliating talking to Michael about all this but he didn't seem to care all that much.
"Did you mean to walk in on us?"
"No."
"Well then it should be me apologizing to you."
What did Michael have to be sorry for? He didn't do anything wrong. Unless there's a rule about having a girl in his room when no one else is about, which now I think about it, probably is true.
I think he saw the confusion on my face because he went on to explain. "I shouldn't have continued with what I was doing with Emma when you showed up, it was rude of me. I should have kept you company. I'm sure Emma would have loved to have hung out with you. I guess my hormones kinda took over my brain for a moment there." It was really bizarre to have Michael mention his hormones to me. "So do you forgive me?"
"Only if you forgive me"
"Deal"
So then we came into his room and stared talking. I don't know how but it managed to get on to Michael and Emma again.
"So how come you and Emma broke up in the 10th grade?"
"Well, up until then Josh Ritcher had been my best friend" To say I was shocked was would be an understatement. Michael and Josh hate each other. Michael smiled "Hard to believe? Yeah well it was true. Any way, me and Emma were serious with each other. Probably more serious than we should have been."
"You don't mean you..." I couldn't finish the sentence so Michael did for me.
"Slept together? Yup, I'm afraid to say. God we were stupid. I mean when we first did we were both only 15. But we loved each other so to us that was all that mattered.
"Any way, sometime just after my 16th birthday me and Emma had this big argument. I can't remember what it was about but we both said some hurtful things. So Emma stormed out and Josh must have found her wandering the streets or she went to talk to him or something. I don't know the details. But the next day I went to talk to Josh about this thing we were meant to be doing together. His mom let me in and told me to go straight into his room 'cause he was still sleeping. He was still sleeping all right. Like I said I don't know the details but I do know my best friend slept with the girl that I loved. I asked them what was going on. I was expecting them to start laughing and tell me it wasn't what it looked like. But they didn't. And it was what it looked like"
After hearing this I was gob smacked. Not only was Michael not a Virgin but his girlfriend had cheated on him for his (ex)best friend. I think Michael was a bit uncomfortable talking about all this with me because he changed the subject from his love life to my love life.
And I don't know if it was the fact that Michael had been able to tell me such personal stuff about himself to me or the fact he was looking at me with those trusting eyes which made me feel really safe or if for a moment I lost all sanity, but I told him.
I told him about how I don't really like Kenny in that way and how I want to brake up with him bur I can't because I don't want to hurt his feelings and how I liked someone else (altho I didn't mention that someone else was him).
Then he sat there looking like he was thinking about something before asking me what if I wanted his opinion. And I of course said yes. And do know what Michael thinks I should do? He thinks I should dump Kenny. Dump Kenny. I can't dump Kenny! He's be heartbroken. But when I mentioned this to Michael he just said that Kenny would be even more upset if he discovered I'd been leading him on. Which you know is true.
So now I'm going to brake up with Kenny. And all because Michael thinks it's the best idea. Why dose it even matter what Michael thinks? I mean even if I do dump Kenny what's it going to change? Michael has Emma and he's not the sort of guy to two-time someone.
At least I don't think he is.
Hey not very good I know but I'm rubbish at writing in 1st person. So review and tell me hoe to improve and stuff.
Alcie: Umm... Okay then. Bugger you. If you had read what I had written in my author note you would have seen I said all I did was re-write a bit from Third Time Lucky but I guess you're to stupid to notice that? Don't worry I forgive you.
Cahkoh: I'm glad you liked it altho like some people pointed out I really didn't do all that much.
Daydreamer-002: I did plan on making it different to the book it's just I figured Mia would react the same sort of way to Emma as she did to Judith. However all my other chapters will be written by myself without the help of Meg Cabot.
Fizzie-lizzie: Thanks about the idea of a proof reader I may try to find a friend I wont be embarrassed by if they read something I wrote. The only reason there wasn't many spelling mistakes was because I just copped most of it out of a book (as some of my reviews would tell you).
KristinMilly: I'm glad you liked the idea altho it probably isn't all that original. I always get an idea then realize someone's already done it.