A/N
I don't own any of these people. If I did I would be incredibly wealthy and living in a nice big house...okay, enough with my stupid banter. There is a sexual scene in here so be warned..... MIA:
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Bloom!" I greeted as Joshua's parents walked into the dinner room. I had met them several times through the years, but never felt comfortable around them. As a princess though, I must try my best to make my guests comfortable.
"Good evening, Princess," they said uncomfortably. "Thank you for having us as your guests," Mrs. Bloom said thoughtfully. They felt so nervous, I could tell. I would be too if I were meeting Grandmere for the first time.
"We are going to be family," I said with a smile, "No need to thank me."
Grandmere entered the room and Joshua rose and his parents following his lead. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," Grandmere said regally.
Dinner was placed in front of us soon after. "Nothing with eggs, right ?" Mrs. Bloom asked. "My Joshua is allergic to them-"
"The kitchen staff is fully aware of his allergy, Mrs. Bloom. No eggs have touched his food," I promised. Joshua looked ready to kill her.
"So, tell me, Mia, how did our Joshie propose to you?" Mr. Bloom asked. I adored Mr. Bloom. He was really straight with everyone and never treated me any differently than he did his daughters. But I also knew Joshua hated being called Joshie. He liked his name, Joshua. I thought it was kind of silly to want to be called your full name (I hate being called Amelia), but I also remember that Michael Moscovitz hated being called Mike or anything. Then again, I can't picture him NOT being Michael. It fit him so well.
I smiled at Joshua. "We planned on going to Iceland to stay at that Ice Hotel, but somehow the plans got screwed up- got confused," I corrected myself in front of Grandmere.
"And we never made it to Iceland," Joshua continued. "Somehow our flight ended up in Ireland. So we were staying in the countryside, away from the city and were having a picnic. I asked her to hand me the peanut butter and-"
"I found the ring instead," I finished. "It was terribly romantic. Ireland is now one of my favorite spots," I said smiling.
I noticed Grandmere take a big sip from her sidecar. "I'm happy my Joshua has found someone," Mrs. Bloom said, carefully choosing her words. "But I must admit, losing him to an entirely different country is going to be terrible."
"Mother, you are not losing me. I am getting married. People do it all the time!" Joshua joked.
"When are you leaving for Africa?" his father asked.
Joshua was going to do some humanitarian work in Africa for a whole two months. I was dreading it, but I knew it was something he had to do before he gave his life to Genovia.
"Monday morning," he replied. "It's going to be amazing. I only wish my Mia could join me," he said, taking my hand.
"Don't be foolish, Joshua. You know that she is a Princess and cannot go gallivanting like a commoner. Enjoy this while you can," Grandmere piped up. I held back some laughter.
"Of course, Madam."
"Must you go?" I asked Sunday evening. We had just returned from a horseback ride. He had some dirt on his cheek and he looked so damn rugged.
"I must," he replied. "Your grandmother won't let me do this once we are married. At least not until I provide an heir. I guess you just want me for my strong sperm, huh?"
"Yes, you figured me out. I have been pretending to be in love with you since I was eighteen years old. I just want your damn sperm."
"Well," he said with a mischievous smile. "I have to leave early tomorrow, but I think...."he started as he leaned in to kiss me. I took his hand and led him to my room.
We had decided together to wait until we were married to make love. We still fooled around plenty, trust me he was satisfied, but we never actually made love.
We fell onto my bed and began making out. There were a few moments when I wished we hadn't made that promise, but I knew that we would be so much better off if we kept it. The wedding would be perfect, and the wedding night even better.
I wasn't a virgin though. I had lost that before I had even met Joshua. I'm sure he could tell that I wasn't all that inexperienced, but he never asked me. I knew he had been with another person; Katelyn Winters. That was the summer I had met him.
"I'll miss you," I whispered as he left my room.
He kissed my cheek, "You'll have Lilly around."
"It's not the same," I replied. "She was my best friend, and now you have become my best friend."
"Darling trust me. Once I get back we can go nuts. I was thinking, actually," he said, coming closer to me. "Maybe we could elope. So we'd be married and no one would have to know until January."
I smiled. It was a wonderful idea. "How long have you been thinking about this?"
"A while. Do you want to?"
"Yes! Of course I want to!"
"Don't worry about seeing me off, okay darling?"
"I want-"
"No. You need your rest. I'll see you in a month, okay darling?" The way words came out of his mouth amazed me. His soft British accent always made things seem so much better. He knew that I loved when he called me darling, so he always did. "I can't believe I am not going to touch these hands again," I said softly.
"Mia, it's only two months. They aren't going to cut off my hands."
"I know, but think about it, babe. They'll have all African dirt and air on them. I'll never have my soft Joshua hands anymore. They'll be all rough."
"I'll make sure to moisturize."
I smiled a little.
"I knew you had a smile in there," he said with a laugh. He kissed my forehead. "I promise I will be back in two months. I'll be completely refreshed and ready to run off and elope."
"You better be, mister."
MICHAEL:
"She's just going over there to see Mia," I explained to Tony over lunch on Monday. We had been in meetings all morning about a possible record.
"But for a whole month and a half? Then she's going back over there for the actual wedding!"
"So?"
"So she's leaving. I had plans for us!"
"She has plans for herself," I replied. "You know Lilly is independent."
"Michael, I was going to propose to her."
I dropped my fork. "Really? Well, Richardson said we were going to Europe for a little while. We could stop by Genovia," I offered. "You could propose there." I didn't mention the idea that I could then see Mia for the first time since she graduated high school and was shipped off to Europe.
"That'd be great," he said excited. "I'll start planning how I'll do it!"
"Go for it."
I hated to see how damn happy and giddy he was. Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous, shoot me.
That night the guys and I sat around and were playing poker, getting drunk. The topic of our first times got brought up, and I started thinking about mine. The first time I had had sex was with Vicky. But the first time I fully enjoyed it, and thought of it as making love, it wasn't really Vicky like I let everyone believe. Let me start from the beginning.
I hadn't seen her very much since I graduated high school, but in the summer and during breaks I saw her. She had changed a lot since freshman year. She now had breasts, not that I'm a boob man, mind you. She grew her hair out and it was now an auburn color. She had become more assertive in her years, and I loved seeing that change in her.
And we were still able to joke around and she flirted with me, at least I think she flirted with me. I couldn't do it back though because I had Vicky and I am a dedicated boyfriend if nothing else. No matter how much I wanted to flirt with her and to walk around with no shirt, I didn't. I stood my ground and wasn't willing to give up my heart to her.
Her senior year came around and she had a date to the prom. Kenny had offered to take her as friends and she accepted.
"How does my hair look?" she asked Lilly, worried.
"Fine Mia. It always looks fine!" Lilly replied, annoyed.
"It looks nice, Thermopolis," I offered, taking a bite from my turkey sandwich.
She smiled at me in appreciation.
"The dress looks great too," I continued. Think of Vicky.
"Thank you Michael."
Boris shows up. Tina and her date, Kevin show up. Shameeka and Travis show up. No Kenny.
Mia sat by herself in the bathroom. I could hear her starting to cry, so I went in. "Hey, you all right sweetie?" I asked softly. Where had sweetie come into my vocabulary?
"I bet he's not gonna show up! All because I dumped him four damn years ago!"
"Mia, he'll show up, I promise. You will have the perfect prom, I swear."
She stood up and walked into the hall with me. Lilly had the telephone in her hand. "Kenny stop being an immature jerk! That was four years ago!"
Mia went and sat in the living room by herself. I went into my room and pulled out the tuxedo that my mother bought me for my cousin's wedding last year. I grabbed a rose from my mother's vase in the hall outside my bedroom.
"Mia?" I asked, walking into the living room.
She looked up at me, and everyone else peeked into the room. "If that jerk won't show you a good time, then I will," I promised, getting onto one knee and handing her the rose.
She smiled. Thank God she smiled and didn't think I was a weirdo.
She looked over at Lilly, who had a smug look on her face.
"Won't Vicky be mad?" she asked.
I shrugged. Things hadn't been going so well with Vicky and she was out with her girlfriends that night.
"Thank you Michael," she said softly, kissing my cheek. "So much."
We spent the night dancing slowly in rhythm to the music. "You excited about college?" I asked her. I had read somewhere that she was going to be going to NYU.
"I'm not going this fall. I am taking a year off and volunteering. Grandmere said it would look good that the royal family is giving back. Then I'm going to the National Academy of Arts and Sciences of Genovia."
Oh. Great.
"That sounds great, what you always wanted to do..."
She smiled and nodded, then put her head on my shoulder. She had no idea what kind of effect she had on me. She didn't know that I would relive that moment nine years later and still shake.
The limo dropped off Lilly and the others to my house. Mia wasn't going there though because she had an early lesson with Grandmere the next day. I rode with her back to her apartment. If this was a date then I would be the gentleman and take her home.
I walked her up the five floors. "You really didn't need to do that," she said with a smile. "But thank you. You were right, I had a perfect prom. I wouldn't have had a better time with anyone else."
That's when I was an idiot and screwed up the moment. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back though, and I had her pinned up against the wall. So much for me being a gentleman.
She wove her fingers through my hair and made a little moan as I kissed her. She finally pulled away and opened her door. She took my hand and brought me quietly inside. I hadn't been in there for years. She brought me into her bedroom where we continued the kiss onto her bed.
She stood up suddenly. I felt a little let down, well, I wasn't physically let – okay, you get the idea. She unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide down into a pool at her feet. She looked magnificent. I was suddenly very happy that Vicky was having a girls night out. That was the very last thought I had of Vicky though.
I stood up and Mia slid my jacket off of my shoulders and began to unbutton my shirt. We did all of this wordlessly. Tenderly. She kissed me when my shirt came off, and we fell onto the bed.
I woke up the next morning with her on my chest. She looked gorgeous. Her skin was so soft and so beautiful. But then a beeping in my pants from across the room interrupted my wonderful moment.
She woke up and looked at the clock. "I have to get ready for Grandmere," she said softly. "Mom and Mr. G and Rocky are probably at the park right now so you can go, ya know, when you want to."
She stood up and got into her robe. She probably thought I was a jerk considering I had just slept with her when I had a girlfriend. I got up as well and put on my boxers. I grabbed my cell phone from my pants pocket. Four messages.
LILLY: Michael, where the hell are you? You were just supposed to drop off Mia and then get your ass back here. Call me when you get this. Vicky: Michael, baby, it's like, four in the morning. I was wondering where you were. I checked your dorm but...no one but your roommate was there. I called your parents and your sister answered. What a bitch huh? Anyways, she said you went to some dance thing tonight with her friend because her date didn't show? That was sweet of you. But I wanted to screw around right now. Where are you? When you get this call me and we can have a good time.... LILLY: Okay, your freaky girlfriend just called and started having phone sex with me before I even said hello. Tell her to get some damn manners and to keep your guys' sex lives to yourselves, okay? Oh, and since you aren't over her place, where the hell are you? VICKY: Hey Babe. It's like five thirty. I wanna f*ck. Get over to my place now.
Mia returned. "Hey," she said shyly. I'm glad she wasn't this shy last night.
"Hey," replied, walking over to her. I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her.
"Michael, what are we doing?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, this. We just slept together," she said, re-stating the obvious.
"Well, yes we did."
"What the hell? You have Vicky!"
"Yes I do, but-"
"But what? You have a girlfriend! I am leaving in a month for South America! What the hell are we trying to do?"
"Mia, I'm sorry if I wasn't good enough for your first time," I said, angrily. I have no idea why I was angry.
Her face softened, "No, no you were..."
"No, listen to me. You are making it QUITE obvious that you wish last night had never happened, so fine. We'll pretend it never did." With that I threw on my under shirts and grabbed my shirt and jacket. "Have a good life."
I don't own any of these people. If I did I would be incredibly wealthy and living in a nice big house...okay, enough with my stupid banter. There is a sexual scene in here so be warned..... MIA:
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Bloom!" I greeted as Joshua's parents walked into the dinner room. I had met them several times through the years, but never felt comfortable around them. As a princess though, I must try my best to make my guests comfortable.
"Good evening, Princess," they said uncomfortably. "Thank you for having us as your guests," Mrs. Bloom said thoughtfully. They felt so nervous, I could tell. I would be too if I were meeting Grandmere for the first time.
"We are going to be family," I said with a smile, "No need to thank me."
Grandmere entered the room and Joshua rose and his parents following his lead. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," Grandmere said regally.
Dinner was placed in front of us soon after. "Nothing with eggs, right ?" Mrs. Bloom asked. "My Joshua is allergic to them-"
"The kitchen staff is fully aware of his allergy, Mrs. Bloom. No eggs have touched his food," I promised. Joshua looked ready to kill her.
"So, tell me, Mia, how did our Joshie propose to you?" Mr. Bloom asked. I adored Mr. Bloom. He was really straight with everyone and never treated me any differently than he did his daughters. But I also knew Joshua hated being called Joshie. He liked his name, Joshua. I thought it was kind of silly to want to be called your full name (I hate being called Amelia), but I also remember that Michael Moscovitz hated being called Mike or anything. Then again, I can't picture him NOT being Michael. It fit him so well.
I smiled at Joshua. "We planned on going to Iceland to stay at that Ice Hotel, but somehow the plans got screwed up- got confused," I corrected myself in front of Grandmere.
"And we never made it to Iceland," Joshua continued. "Somehow our flight ended up in Ireland. So we were staying in the countryside, away from the city and were having a picnic. I asked her to hand me the peanut butter and-"
"I found the ring instead," I finished. "It was terribly romantic. Ireland is now one of my favorite spots," I said smiling.
I noticed Grandmere take a big sip from her sidecar. "I'm happy my Joshua has found someone," Mrs. Bloom said, carefully choosing her words. "But I must admit, losing him to an entirely different country is going to be terrible."
"Mother, you are not losing me. I am getting married. People do it all the time!" Joshua joked.
"When are you leaving for Africa?" his father asked.
Joshua was going to do some humanitarian work in Africa for a whole two months. I was dreading it, but I knew it was something he had to do before he gave his life to Genovia.
"Monday morning," he replied. "It's going to be amazing. I only wish my Mia could join me," he said, taking my hand.
"Don't be foolish, Joshua. You know that she is a Princess and cannot go gallivanting like a commoner. Enjoy this while you can," Grandmere piped up. I held back some laughter.
"Of course, Madam."
"Must you go?" I asked Sunday evening. We had just returned from a horseback ride. He had some dirt on his cheek and he looked so damn rugged.
"I must," he replied. "Your grandmother won't let me do this once we are married. At least not until I provide an heir. I guess you just want me for my strong sperm, huh?"
"Yes, you figured me out. I have been pretending to be in love with you since I was eighteen years old. I just want your damn sperm."
"Well," he said with a mischievous smile. "I have to leave early tomorrow, but I think...."he started as he leaned in to kiss me. I took his hand and led him to my room.
We had decided together to wait until we were married to make love. We still fooled around plenty, trust me he was satisfied, but we never actually made love.
We fell onto my bed and began making out. There were a few moments when I wished we hadn't made that promise, but I knew that we would be so much better off if we kept it. The wedding would be perfect, and the wedding night even better.
I wasn't a virgin though. I had lost that before I had even met Joshua. I'm sure he could tell that I wasn't all that inexperienced, but he never asked me. I knew he had been with another person; Katelyn Winters. That was the summer I had met him.
"I'll miss you," I whispered as he left my room.
He kissed my cheek, "You'll have Lilly around."
"It's not the same," I replied. "She was my best friend, and now you have become my best friend."
"Darling trust me. Once I get back we can go nuts. I was thinking, actually," he said, coming closer to me. "Maybe we could elope. So we'd be married and no one would have to know until January."
I smiled. It was a wonderful idea. "How long have you been thinking about this?"
"A while. Do you want to?"
"Yes! Of course I want to!"
"Don't worry about seeing me off, okay darling?"
"I want-"
"No. You need your rest. I'll see you in a month, okay darling?" The way words came out of his mouth amazed me. His soft British accent always made things seem so much better. He knew that I loved when he called me darling, so he always did. "I can't believe I am not going to touch these hands again," I said softly.
"Mia, it's only two months. They aren't going to cut off my hands."
"I know, but think about it, babe. They'll have all African dirt and air on them. I'll never have my soft Joshua hands anymore. They'll be all rough."
"I'll make sure to moisturize."
I smiled a little.
"I knew you had a smile in there," he said with a laugh. He kissed my forehead. "I promise I will be back in two months. I'll be completely refreshed and ready to run off and elope."
"You better be, mister."
MICHAEL:
"She's just going over there to see Mia," I explained to Tony over lunch on Monday. We had been in meetings all morning about a possible record.
"But for a whole month and a half? Then she's going back over there for the actual wedding!"
"So?"
"So she's leaving. I had plans for us!"
"She has plans for herself," I replied. "You know Lilly is independent."
"Michael, I was going to propose to her."
I dropped my fork. "Really? Well, Richardson said we were going to Europe for a little while. We could stop by Genovia," I offered. "You could propose there." I didn't mention the idea that I could then see Mia for the first time since she graduated high school and was shipped off to Europe.
"That'd be great," he said excited. "I'll start planning how I'll do it!"
"Go for it."
I hated to see how damn happy and giddy he was. Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous, shoot me.
That night the guys and I sat around and were playing poker, getting drunk. The topic of our first times got brought up, and I started thinking about mine. The first time I had had sex was with Vicky. But the first time I fully enjoyed it, and thought of it as making love, it wasn't really Vicky like I let everyone believe. Let me start from the beginning.
I hadn't seen her very much since I graduated high school, but in the summer and during breaks I saw her. She had changed a lot since freshman year. She now had breasts, not that I'm a boob man, mind you. She grew her hair out and it was now an auburn color. She had become more assertive in her years, and I loved seeing that change in her.
And we were still able to joke around and she flirted with me, at least I think she flirted with me. I couldn't do it back though because I had Vicky and I am a dedicated boyfriend if nothing else. No matter how much I wanted to flirt with her and to walk around with no shirt, I didn't. I stood my ground and wasn't willing to give up my heart to her.
Her senior year came around and she had a date to the prom. Kenny had offered to take her as friends and she accepted.
"How does my hair look?" she asked Lilly, worried.
"Fine Mia. It always looks fine!" Lilly replied, annoyed.
"It looks nice, Thermopolis," I offered, taking a bite from my turkey sandwich.
She smiled at me in appreciation.
"The dress looks great too," I continued. Think of Vicky.
"Thank you Michael."
Boris shows up. Tina and her date, Kevin show up. Shameeka and Travis show up. No Kenny.
Mia sat by herself in the bathroom. I could hear her starting to cry, so I went in. "Hey, you all right sweetie?" I asked softly. Where had sweetie come into my vocabulary?
"I bet he's not gonna show up! All because I dumped him four damn years ago!"
"Mia, he'll show up, I promise. You will have the perfect prom, I swear."
She stood up and walked into the hall with me. Lilly had the telephone in her hand. "Kenny stop being an immature jerk! That was four years ago!"
Mia went and sat in the living room by herself. I went into my room and pulled out the tuxedo that my mother bought me for my cousin's wedding last year. I grabbed a rose from my mother's vase in the hall outside my bedroom.
"Mia?" I asked, walking into the living room.
She looked up at me, and everyone else peeked into the room. "If that jerk won't show you a good time, then I will," I promised, getting onto one knee and handing her the rose.
She smiled. Thank God she smiled and didn't think I was a weirdo.
She looked over at Lilly, who had a smug look on her face.
"Won't Vicky be mad?" she asked.
I shrugged. Things hadn't been going so well with Vicky and she was out with her girlfriends that night.
"Thank you Michael," she said softly, kissing my cheek. "So much."
We spent the night dancing slowly in rhythm to the music. "You excited about college?" I asked her. I had read somewhere that she was going to be going to NYU.
"I'm not going this fall. I am taking a year off and volunteering. Grandmere said it would look good that the royal family is giving back. Then I'm going to the National Academy of Arts and Sciences of Genovia."
Oh. Great.
"That sounds great, what you always wanted to do..."
She smiled and nodded, then put her head on my shoulder. She had no idea what kind of effect she had on me. She didn't know that I would relive that moment nine years later and still shake.
The limo dropped off Lilly and the others to my house. Mia wasn't going there though because she had an early lesson with Grandmere the next day. I rode with her back to her apartment. If this was a date then I would be the gentleman and take her home.
I walked her up the five floors. "You really didn't need to do that," she said with a smile. "But thank you. You were right, I had a perfect prom. I wouldn't have had a better time with anyone else."
That's when I was an idiot and screwed up the moment. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back though, and I had her pinned up against the wall. So much for me being a gentleman.
She wove her fingers through my hair and made a little moan as I kissed her. She finally pulled away and opened her door. She took my hand and brought me quietly inside. I hadn't been in there for years. She brought me into her bedroom where we continued the kiss onto her bed.
She stood up suddenly. I felt a little let down, well, I wasn't physically let – okay, you get the idea. She unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide down into a pool at her feet. She looked magnificent. I was suddenly very happy that Vicky was having a girls night out. That was the very last thought I had of Vicky though.
I stood up and Mia slid my jacket off of my shoulders and began to unbutton my shirt. We did all of this wordlessly. Tenderly. She kissed me when my shirt came off, and we fell onto the bed.
I woke up the next morning with her on my chest. She looked gorgeous. Her skin was so soft and so beautiful. But then a beeping in my pants from across the room interrupted my wonderful moment.
She woke up and looked at the clock. "I have to get ready for Grandmere," she said softly. "Mom and Mr. G and Rocky are probably at the park right now so you can go, ya know, when you want to."
She stood up and got into her robe. She probably thought I was a jerk considering I had just slept with her when I had a girlfriend. I got up as well and put on my boxers. I grabbed my cell phone from my pants pocket. Four messages.
LILLY: Michael, where the hell are you? You were just supposed to drop off Mia and then get your ass back here. Call me when you get this. Vicky: Michael, baby, it's like, four in the morning. I was wondering where you were. I checked your dorm but...no one but your roommate was there. I called your parents and your sister answered. What a bitch huh? Anyways, she said you went to some dance thing tonight with her friend because her date didn't show? That was sweet of you. But I wanted to screw around right now. Where are you? When you get this call me and we can have a good time.... LILLY: Okay, your freaky girlfriend just called and started having phone sex with me before I even said hello. Tell her to get some damn manners and to keep your guys' sex lives to yourselves, okay? Oh, and since you aren't over her place, where the hell are you? VICKY: Hey Babe. It's like five thirty. I wanna f*ck. Get over to my place now.
Mia returned. "Hey," she said shyly. I'm glad she wasn't this shy last night.
"Hey," replied, walking over to her. I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her.
"Michael, what are we doing?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, this. We just slept together," she said, re-stating the obvious.
"Well, yes we did."
"What the hell? You have Vicky!"
"Yes I do, but-"
"But what? You have a girlfriend! I am leaving in a month for South America! What the hell are we trying to do?"
"Mia, I'm sorry if I wasn't good enough for your first time," I said, angrily. I have no idea why I was angry.
Her face softened, "No, no you were..."
"No, listen to me. You are making it QUITE obvious that you wish last night had never happened, so fine. We'll pretend it never did." With that I threw on my under shirts and grabbed my shirt and jacket. "Have a good life."