MIA:
I woke up late the next morning, he had already left. A knock
came to the front door. I groggily threw on my panties and shorts and
then a t shirt. "Coming!" I yelled.
I opened the door and a delivery person handed me a vase filled
with daisies. "Thank you sir," I said as I signed the board.
I took out the card, expecting it to be for my mother. "Mia,
thought you might like these to brighten your room! - Michael."
I smiled and placed them on the middle of the kitchen table. Mom
was due back home in a few hours. I organized the kitchen and started
baking a cake for her return. Rocky came home and helped me decorate
it. He ate a lot of the frosting and threw some at me.
"Oh, young man you are in trouble. You have committed a crime
against royalty!" I teased.
"You aren't royalty, you are my big sister!"
That was the first real time I heard those words. I realized
something. He was the only person I knew that didn't know before I was
a princess. He always knew that I was royal. But he didn't see me as a
princess. I was just his big sister who had a really important job.
We sat down and watched the Three Stooges when we cleaned up the
mess in the kitchen. "Mia?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you like that Michael guy?"
I looked at my eight year old brother. "Kind of."
"Good, because I do. He can really play the drums!"
I smiled and mussed his hair. The front door opened and we
jumped up and ran over to my mom and Frank, and Cassandara. "Hey!" I
greeted. "My baby sister!"
"Great, another sister," Rocky teased. I could tell he was
excited to have a new baby in the house.
"Nice flowers," Mom said after she set Cassy down in my room.
"Michael sent them as a congratulations to me," I lied.
"Wow, those nostrils are the size of the Lincoln Tunnel. What's
going on?"
"Nothing. We are just friends. We've kissed, but that's it," I
admitted. "I'm not really ready for a serious relationship."
"But there isn't anyone else?" she asked.
"No...I just don't want him to feel like he has to stay with me if
he doesn't want to."
"Mia, let him decide that."
"Okay Mom. Well, I'm meeting him and the others tomorrow night
in Jersey."
"Come on, let's order some Chinese food and watch some girl
movies. We can let the boys take care of Cassy. Of course, I'll have
to feed her when she wakes up but still."
"Okay Mom."
Although Titanic has awful acting, I cry every time I watch it.
My mom and I were in puddles by the time we finished watching it.
Rocky came in near the end and cheered when Rose let Jack fall, frozen
into the water. "Rocky, girls only!" I said, throwing an empty box of
tissues at him. "Go away!"
"Fine, then I won't tell you that your cell phone was ringing
earlier."
"Go get it for me," I ordered.
"I'm not one of your stupid royal subjects so I don't have to
listen to you."
"Rock, go do it," Mom said
I listened to my messages a little while later. "Hey, Mia. We're
just about to go on stage. I wish you were here so I could give you a
kiss on the cheek for luck. I guess you're busy, but well... I just
thought I'd give you a call...okay, bye babe."
I somehow kept myself from giggling at his calling me babe.
Normally I hated that kind of nickname, but it sounded nice coming
from him.
"Mia, it's Tina. Lilly gave me your number please don't be mad.
I was in town and was just wondering what you were up to tonight...if
you wanted to maybe hang out. I'm going to a bar tonight with some
girlfriends so if you wanna come along...well, my number is 342-555-
7609. Call me when you get a chance."
I didn't feel like calling her back. I just wanted to lay in
bed with my mother.
"When are you leaving tomorrow?" she asked, smoothing out my
hair.
"I'm not sure. Maybe I'll go tomorrow right before the show."
"That'll be nice. Maybe you could take Rocky to Times Square?
There's this new toy store he loves. I think he's feeling left out
with the new baby and everything..."
"Sure, no problem."
I spent the next morning and afternoon with my brother dragging
me around the city. I hadn't been exploring really so it was nice. We
went to the penguin house in the park. "This is boring!" he whined.
"This is where I went when I found out I was a princess. I ran
all the way over here from the Plaza."
"Your dad must have wanted to kill you." I laughed because Rocky
was terrified of my father. I think it was the bald head. When Rock
was really little he injested some Mr. Clean solution so he has ever
since had a huge fear of anyone resembling the character, including my
father. My father who couldn't ever stand up to his own mother!
"Probably. But I was terrified, so I ran away and hid out until
I could figure it all out."
"I ran away when Mommy and Daddy told me about the baby," he
confessed.
"Where'd you go?" I asked.
He shrugged, "I just rode the subway for awhile."
"Creative."
"Thanks."
I looked at my watch, "I have to get to Jersey soon. I better
bring you back and get changed."
"Do you have to go?" he whined. He looked adorable with
chocolate ice cream all over his face.
"I'm going to see your hero, Michael," I replied.
"Oh, that's fine then. Hey, can I come?"
He put on that face that I could never resist, but tonight I
would. "Sorry Rock Rock, I only have the one ticket."
"Next time?"
"Sure thing."
That was a lie. I would NEVER take he, my 8 year old brother to
a concert which Beast was playing in. The girls barely wore any
clothes and often threw their bras on stage. Not that he hadn't seen
bras before since my mom often left hers on the bathroom doorknob.
But these were the fancy ones that made you wonder why one would spend
fifty dollars on underwear that they are just going to throw on stage.
Michael had left a pass for me to get into the concert. I was
running terribly late. I made it to the front of the stage right
before they appeared on the stage. Michael was carrying a pink guitar.
I giggled a little. I had convinced him that the guitar was totally
hot and that he HAD to buy it.
The girls started screaming when they came out. I could tell
that he was going to be really big when the band really took off. I
held my jacket close to my body. I was feeling really claustrophobic.
But that feeling went away when he saw me. He stared right at me and
smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen him have.
He came over to me and pulled me up on stage. I totally felt
like Courtney Cox with Bruce Springsteen. He kissed my cheek and
pointed to a chair offstage for me.
I sat down and sighed. He looked amazing as he performed for the
crowds. Would he be willing to give this up for me?
They finished their set and wordlessly he took my hand and took
me to a room where we could be alone. I noticed the other guys share a
smile, but they said nothing.
He shut the door to the random room and pulled me closely to
him. "Hey," he said softly.
I liked the cool breath against my face. "Hey," I replied. His
hands were on my hips.
I leaned up and kissed him full on. His tongue ring felt cool on
my own tongue. "Mia," he said huskily.
We made out for a little while, but I could tell he wanted so
much more. I bit his lip playfully. "That's all you are going to get,
mister."
"Oh come on," he pleaded. "I need you..." he said, kissing my
neck.
"You know, it's always been a dream of mine to have sex
backstage of a major concert arena."
"I know," he said rubbing my shoulders. "I missed you last
night."
"You too," I said.
"What did you end up doing?
"Tear fest with Mom."
"Aww, how sweet. Did you want to watch the show or head out?"
"Out where?"
"I dunno, dinner...hotel...whatever you want."
"Wanna go for a walk?"
"Right, a walk is exactly what I'm thinking about right now," he
said with a smile.
"Good."
I straightened out my clothes and we walked out of the room. He
followed me and a reporter came up to us. "Michael Moscovitz? Of
Bueller?"
"Yes," he said, confused. He was used to ME being stopped, not
him.
"Can I ask you a few questions? I'm from Blender..."
He looked at me, "Quickly, I'm kind of on my way out."
MICHAEL:
I gave my first interview that night. The woman asked me about
musical inspiration, my favorite bands, that kind of stuff. Then she
took a picture of me and Mia, who she recognized only after she talked
to me.
"I am so sorry, your Highness! I didn't recognize you!" she
said, over exaggerating her bowing.
Mia held back a smile, "It's not a big deal, ma'am."
The woman was surprised by Mia's show of respect. "Can I get a
picture of the two of you for the magazine?"
Mia nodded and leaned in close to me. I put my arm around her
and let my hand rest on her hip.
"Are you two seeing each other?" the reporter asked.
"No, we are just friends," Mia said immediately. "We've known
each other for ages."
The lady looked at how my hand was placed and shrugged.
"Whatever darling. Have a good night kids."
Mia looked a little funny when the woman called her darling.
Almost like someone slapped her. I blew it off though. Not a big deal.
We went out a back door and realized we were walking in the
rain. Most girls would run for cover, but not Mia. She started
laughing and jumping around. She jumped into a puddle and splashed me.
I did the same to her. Finally we ran out from the alley and into the
real world. We were covered with water and mud, looking disgusting.
"Still up for that walk?"
She laughed, "I want to go take a long hot bath, that's all I
want."
I brought her to my hotel room. No need really for her own room.
I started a bath for her and then walked back into the bedroom part of
the suite. She looked cute going through her bags looking for proper
sleep attire. I took her bag off of my bed and threw it to the ground.
I helped her get undressed and then carried her off for her bath.
"Want some music?" I asked before I left.
"You aren't going to join me?" she asked.
"I thought you might want some privacy," I said.
"At least keep me company," she pleaded. I couldn't resist those
eyes.
"We are going to have that feature in Rolling Stone," I said,
brushing some bubbles off her shoulder.
She slunked underneath the water, "That's nice."
There was a knock at the door. "That's the champagne and
strawberries," I explained.
"Michael, you didn't have to-"she started as I came back to
her.
"I know, no relationship, but still. I like giving you things
like this. I know you like them..."
I dangled a strawberry above her mouth, "But if you don't want
one that's fine too..."
"Michael Moscovitz, if you tease me like this I will never kiss
you again!" she teased.
I let her take a bite. I can't risk no more kisses from her.
I woke up late the next morning, he had already left. A knock
came to the front door. I groggily threw on my panties and shorts and
then a t shirt. "Coming!" I yelled.
I opened the door and a delivery person handed me a vase filled
with daisies. "Thank you sir," I said as I signed the board.
I took out the card, expecting it to be for my mother. "Mia,
thought you might like these to brighten your room! - Michael."
I smiled and placed them on the middle of the kitchen table. Mom
was due back home in a few hours. I organized the kitchen and started
baking a cake for her return. Rocky came home and helped me decorate
it. He ate a lot of the frosting and threw some at me.
"Oh, young man you are in trouble. You have committed a crime
against royalty!" I teased.
"You aren't royalty, you are my big sister!"
That was the first real time I heard those words. I realized
something. He was the only person I knew that didn't know before I was
a princess. He always knew that I was royal. But he didn't see me as a
princess. I was just his big sister who had a really important job.
We sat down and watched the Three Stooges when we cleaned up the
mess in the kitchen. "Mia?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you like that Michael guy?"
I looked at my eight year old brother. "Kind of."
"Good, because I do. He can really play the drums!"
I smiled and mussed his hair. The front door opened and we
jumped up and ran over to my mom and Frank, and Cassandara. "Hey!" I
greeted. "My baby sister!"
"Great, another sister," Rocky teased. I could tell he was
excited to have a new baby in the house.
"Nice flowers," Mom said after she set Cassy down in my room.
"Michael sent them as a congratulations to me," I lied.
"Wow, those nostrils are the size of the Lincoln Tunnel. What's
going on?"
"Nothing. We are just friends. We've kissed, but that's it," I
admitted. "I'm not really ready for a serious relationship."
"But there isn't anyone else?" she asked.
"No...I just don't want him to feel like he has to stay with me if
he doesn't want to."
"Mia, let him decide that."
"Okay Mom. Well, I'm meeting him and the others tomorrow night
in Jersey."
"Come on, let's order some Chinese food and watch some girl
movies. We can let the boys take care of Cassy. Of course, I'll have
to feed her when she wakes up but still."
"Okay Mom."
Although Titanic has awful acting, I cry every time I watch it.
My mom and I were in puddles by the time we finished watching it.
Rocky came in near the end and cheered when Rose let Jack fall, frozen
into the water. "Rocky, girls only!" I said, throwing an empty box of
tissues at him. "Go away!"
"Fine, then I won't tell you that your cell phone was ringing
earlier."
"Go get it for me," I ordered.
"I'm not one of your stupid royal subjects so I don't have to
listen to you."
"Rock, go do it," Mom said
I listened to my messages a little while later. "Hey, Mia. We're
just about to go on stage. I wish you were here so I could give you a
kiss on the cheek for luck. I guess you're busy, but well... I just
thought I'd give you a call...okay, bye babe."
I somehow kept myself from giggling at his calling me babe.
Normally I hated that kind of nickname, but it sounded nice coming
from him.
"Mia, it's Tina. Lilly gave me your number please don't be mad.
I was in town and was just wondering what you were up to tonight...if
you wanted to maybe hang out. I'm going to a bar tonight with some
girlfriends so if you wanna come along...well, my number is 342-555-
7609. Call me when you get a chance."
I didn't feel like calling her back. I just wanted to lay in
bed with my mother.
"When are you leaving tomorrow?" she asked, smoothing out my
hair.
"I'm not sure. Maybe I'll go tomorrow right before the show."
"That'll be nice. Maybe you could take Rocky to Times Square?
There's this new toy store he loves. I think he's feeling left out
with the new baby and everything..."
"Sure, no problem."
I spent the next morning and afternoon with my brother dragging
me around the city. I hadn't been exploring really so it was nice. We
went to the penguin house in the park. "This is boring!" he whined.
"This is where I went when I found out I was a princess. I ran
all the way over here from the Plaza."
"Your dad must have wanted to kill you." I laughed because Rocky
was terrified of my father. I think it was the bald head. When Rock
was really little he injested some Mr. Clean solution so he has ever
since had a huge fear of anyone resembling the character, including my
father. My father who couldn't ever stand up to his own mother!
"Probably. But I was terrified, so I ran away and hid out until
I could figure it all out."
"I ran away when Mommy and Daddy told me about the baby," he
confessed.
"Where'd you go?" I asked.
He shrugged, "I just rode the subway for awhile."
"Creative."
"Thanks."
I looked at my watch, "I have to get to Jersey soon. I better
bring you back and get changed."
"Do you have to go?" he whined. He looked adorable with
chocolate ice cream all over his face.
"I'm going to see your hero, Michael," I replied.
"Oh, that's fine then. Hey, can I come?"
He put on that face that I could never resist, but tonight I
would. "Sorry Rock Rock, I only have the one ticket."
"Next time?"
"Sure thing."
That was a lie. I would NEVER take he, my 8 year old brother to
a concert which Beast was playing in. The girls barely wore any
clothes and often threw their bras on stage. Not that he hadn't seen
bras before since my mom often left hers on the bathroom doorknob.
But these were the fancy ones that made you wonder why one would spend
fifty dollars on underwear that they are just going to throw on stage.
Michael had left a pass for me to get into the concert. I was
running terribly late. I made it to the front of the stage right
before they appeared on the stage. Michael was carrying a pink guitar.
I giggled a little. I had convinced him that the guitar was totally
hot and that he HAD to buy it.
The girls started screaming when they came out. I could tell
that he was going to be really big when the band really took off. I
held my jacket close to my body. I was feeling really claustrophobic.
But that feeling went away when he saw me. He stared right at me and
smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen him have.
He came over to me and pulled me up on stage. I totally felt
like Courtney Cox with Bruce Springsteen. He kissed my cheek and
pointed to a chair offstage for me.
I sat down and sighed. He looked amazing as he performed for the
crowds. Would he be willing to give this up for me?
They finished their set and wordlessly he took my hand and took
me to a room where we could be alone. I noticed the other guys share a
smile, but they said nothing.
He shut the door to the random room and pulled me closely to
him. "Hey," he said softly.
I liked the cool breath against my face. "Hey," I replied. His
hands were on my hips.
I leaned up and kissed him full on. His tongue ring felt cool on
my own tongue. "Mia," he said huskily.
We made out for a little while, but I could tell he wanted so
much more. I bit his lip playfully. "That's all you are going to get,
mister."
"Oh come on," he pleaded. "I need you..." he said, kissing my
neck.
"You know, it's always been a dream of mine to have sex
backstage of a major concert arena."
"I know," he said rubbing my shoulders. "I missed you last
night."
"You too," I said.
"What did you end up doing?
"Tear fest with Mom."
"Aww, how sweet. Did you want to watch the show or head out?"
"Out where?"
"I dunno, dinner...hotel...whatever you want."
"Wanna go for a walk?"
"Right, a walk is exactly what I'm thinking about right now," he
said with a smile.
"Good."
I straightened out my clothes and we walked out of the room. He
followed me and a reporter came up to us. "Michael Moscovitz? Of
Bueller?"
"Yes," he said, confused. He was used to ME being stopped, not
him.
"Can I ask you a few questions? I'm from Blender..."
He looked at me, "Quickly, I'm kind of on my way out."
MICHAEL:
I gave my first interview that night. The woman asked me about
musical inspiration, my favorite bands, that kind of stuff. Then she
took a picture of me and Mia, who she recognized only after she talked
to me.
"I am so sorry, your Highness! I didn't recognize you!" she
said, over exaggerating her bowing.
Mia held back a smile, "It's not a big deal, ma'am."
The woman was surprised by Mia's show of respect. "Can I get a
picture of the two of you for the magazine?"
Mia nodded and leaned in close to me. I put my arm around her
and let my hand rest on her hip.
"Are you two seeing each other?" the reporter asked.
"No, we are just friends," Mia said immediately. "We've known
each other for ages."
The lady looked at how my hand was placed and shrugged.
"Whatever darling. Have a good night kids."
Mia looked a little funny when the woman called her darling.
Almost like someone slapped her. I blew it off though. Not a big deal.
We went out a back door and realized we were walking in the
rain. Most girls would run for cover, but not Mia. She started
laughing and jumping around. She jumped into a puddle and splashed me.
I did the same to her. Finally we ran out from the alley and into the
real world. We were covered with water and mud, looking disgusting.
"Still up for that walk?"
She laughed, "I want to go take a long hot bath, that's all I
want."
I brought her to my hotel room. No need really for her own room.
I started a bath for her and then walked back into the bedroom part of
the suite. She looked cute going through her bags looking for proper
sleep attire. I took her bag off of my bed and threw it to the ground.
I helped her get undressed and then carried her off for her bath.
"Want some music?" I asked before I left.
"You aren't going to join me?" she asked.
"I thought you might want some privacy," I said.
"At least keep me company," she pleaded. I couldn't resist those
eyes.
"We are going to have that feature in Rolling Stone," I said,
brushing some bubbles off her shoulder.
She slunked underneath the water, "That's nice."
There was a knock at the door. "That's the champagne and
strawberries," I explained.
"Michael, you didn't have to-"she started as I came back to
her.
"I know, no relationship, but still. I like giving you things
like this. I know you like them..."
I dangled a strawberry above her mouth, "But if you don't want
one that's fine too..."
"Michael Moscovitz, if you tease me like this I will never kiss
you again!" she teased.
I let her take a bite. I can't risk no more kisses from her.