We enjoyed nice quiet nights like these. Romantic nights almost. We still went out with the others though. No one suspected a change in me and Mia. We had always acted more than friends, but always had kept that little distance between us. No one noticed that the distance was filled now.
We went to a club one night with everyone after a show in Miami. I stood by the bar drinking and watching Mia dance. She was a pretty good dancer. I remembered when we were younger and she was so clumsy.
She didn't fit her body just yet, but she sure did now.
"Man, you gonna go out there at all?" Nolan asked. "Prime timehotties out there. Look, that blonde is checking you out-"
"I don't need it," I said simply, sipping my drink.
"Mia?" he asked. "Well, she doesn't seem to be thinking about you at all. She's dancing with other guys. She's looking pretty friendly with them too."
But I'm the one she'd go back home with, I said to myself. "It's not her. I just don't like this music much."
"Then why'd you come?" he asked, taking a swig from his Heineken.
"Because."
"Fine. Come with me, time to get some ladies..."
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, standing next to the aforementioned blonde.
She smiled flirtiously. "Sure handsome."
"The name is Michael," I said loud enough over the music.
"Judy!" she said cheerfully. Well, she was definately NOT Judith Greshner from high school, I couldn't help but notice the plunge in her neckline.
"Nice to meet ya," I said with a smile.
"Hey, forget the drink. Let's go dance!"

I very rarely danced like this with women. She was doing a seductive dance to some song I had never heard of before, but I wasn't going to complain.

I looked over at Mia who was dancing with some gigantic muscle man. One of the women who help dress us was with her and was laughing.
Judy wrapped her arms around me possessively. So what? Mia was
with some other guy who cared? "Where are you staying?" Judy asked after ten minutes of dancing.
"I'm leaving early in the morning," I lied.
She put on a pout, "Then let me show you what you'll be missing," she said right before she planted a big wet one on me.

MIA:
Kendra tapped my shoulder and pointed at Michael who was making out with some blonde bimbo. I kept myself under control. I wasn't going to act like a jealous teenager. I was the one who said we were just having fun. He could make out with who ever he wanted. I knew I would be the one going home with him anyways.
Kendra and I walked over the bar, past Michael and Bimbo. "Get a room!" Kendra yelled. I giggled and kept walking. By the time he would
look up he wouldn't be able to see us.
"Mia, honey, I love your top!" Kendra complimented. "And it seems like that guy over there likes it too," she said, pointing at a
guy at the bar. I'll admit, he was very handsome, hot even.
"I'm not a piece of meat," I said. I often felt like one when I was dancing with Kendra. The line of men beyond the dance floor seemed
to size up their chances with the girls. As I thought about that I remembered an old boyfriend I dated for a few months. We had met in a
club similar to this back in Genovia. He had tried picking me up by putting down the other male's practice of sizing up the women.
"Hey there," the man greeted interrupting my thoughts of Robert (the ex boyfriend). He had surprised me by coming up right behind me.
"Oh, hi. Sorry," I said as I walked away.
"Wait, did you want to dance?" he said loudly into my ear.
Kendra gave me a look like If you don't I'll kill you.
 "Sure," I said taking his hand.
I saw that Michael was giving me a dirty look. So what? He wasjust making out with a complete stranger! I would never do something
like that.
"My name is Ken!" the guy said. I smiled politely. I wasn't about to give up my name to this guy I wasn't ever going to see again.
He was a gentleman, at first. But then he tried putting his hands on my bottom. "No," I stated simply. I had my morals (sure, I'd sleep with Michael, but that was different).
"Oh come on baby..." he said, lowering the hands again.
"I said NO."
"Why not?"
Michael came up to us, "Hey sweetie, sorry I'm so late," he said before he kissed me. My knees went weak. I could smell the cheap perfume of that other girl but at that moment I didn't care. I made a mental note to discuss it later.
"Oh, I see. Sorry man," Ken said patting Michael's shoulder.
That was our very first display of public affection. Our first public kiss. "What was that?" I demanded after I got control of my brain once
again. I started walking away, to the exit.
"I thought you needed help...that guy was all over you Mia."
"Oh, and Bimbo Beach Barbie wasn't all over you?" I snapped back.
"Mia, I wasn't kissing her..."
"You weren't fighting it though."
"Mia, I'm sorry you saw that. I thought-"
"I know. We aren't together. I don't know why I got mad. Sorry. I'm gonna head back to the hotel-"
"I'll go with you. I just wanna take a shower and get that smell off of me. Can you even smell that?" he asked.
"About a mile away," I said with a laugh.
He put his arm around me, "I won't do that again, okay?" he whispered.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I replied.
MICHAEL:
She and I had a lot to say to one another. We told each other everything, and trust me, she told me EVERYTHING. But there was one thing I couldn't let myself tell her. Just one little small detail about my life.
I had fallen in love with her again.
 I tried to make myself not fall for her. I really did. That night at the club when I saw her with that guy...I wanted to go crazy. That was when I realized I was in love with her. I never get jealous about anything in my life. Nothing. Only back in high school when she went on that date with Josh Richter. And when she was dating that Kenny
guy.
I never even got jealous about anything Vicky did. Only about Mia.
I had been lying to myself for weeks, months even. I pretended I could just have the casual sex with her and to forget the emotion behind it. But I couldn't. But I couldn't tell her either. She was
still in love with Joshua.
"I am not allowing you to look at that," I said one day, weeks later. "This is much better music," I said, replacing the Avril Lavigne album she was holding with a Weezer one.
"But Avril is fun pop-"
"I do not want to hear those words again, Missy."
She stuck her tongue out at me. I stuck my ring out at her, which grossed her out completely. She may like the feeling of it in her mouth, but hated seeing me play with it.
I kept my hand on the small of her back. "I am going to teach you to like Weezer."
"They're sell outs," she teased.
"Whatever, Princess. I'm gonna go look at the adult films, care to join?" I teased.
She rolled her eyes. "That's just what Grandmere would have to see in In Touch! PRINCESS MIA: PRINCESS OF PORN?"
I laughed and kissed her cheek, "Mind if I take a look?"
"You are a twenty seven year old man. I don't care. I think it's disgusting and degrading to women, but sure, go right ahead."
"I take that as a yes?"
She gave me a glare. She got that from her grandmother.
"You are such a dutiful boyfr- boy," she said with a smile. I liked how nervous she looked when she almost said the word BOYFRIEND.
"I know, what can I say? I am a slave to you, My Mia."
She sighed dramatically. "I know."
We walked casually back to the hotel and there was a message waiting for her at the front desk. She smiled as the desk clerk handed her the message.
Her face dropped though as she read through it.
"What is it?" I asked carefully.
"Grandmere..."