A/N Okay, I have the feeling that no-one is reading this. But anyway, I'm gonna try and finish this stupid story quickly, ok? And then I might quit attempting to write fics. (*in an undertone* and try original instead) Thanks go to A Sorta Fairytale, Frankie, and PantherKat13. You guys rock! Disclaimer: I own neither TPG or N&TV

Chapter 21

A very sleepy Michael opened the door. Upon seeing a much humbled Mia, he seemed considerably awakened. He mumbled. What are you doing here at this time of night?

Please, can I stay with you family for awhile? I promise I won't be too much of a hassle. Finally taking in her suitcases with his sleepy gaze, Michael hurried to put Mia's suitcases in the guestroom, and gestured for her to settle in. I don't want any explanations now, go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning. Mia did as she was told, and did not awake til late morning the next day.
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Mia awoke to pleasant greetings of good morning, Mia. That's what Mia liked about the Moscovitzes, they were always so nice to her, and made her feel like a family member. Uh, like I said, everyone, Mia'll be staying with us for the rest of the holidays. I know her grandmere arranged for her to stay with the Richters, but I called her dad and he said it was fine. Breakfast had been normal toast with milk, but Mia felt as though it was the best meal she'd ever had... three times as enjoyable as all those expensive breakfasts she'd had at the Richters'.

When she was finished, Queen Moscovitz (A/NI ought to listen to you advice, PantherKat13, I forgot her name) urged Mia to relax, and, upon her insistence, Mia attempted to do so. After ages of fidgeting and thinking about Josh, Mia finally got up and sought Michael.

He was in his room, typing something into his computer. As Mia entered, he blushed slightly, then quickly saved whatever he was doing, ans shut down the computer. Michael, Mia noted, was not wearing a shirt. Good she thought. Uh, Michael? Mia looked down at her feet. Well, I found out what they were planning to do... Michael tried to speak, but Mia continued, No, don't interrupt. I found out that Josh was abusing my love and trust, for some monetary scheme... thank you for warning me. Tears flowed freely from Mia's eyes, she had eyed Josh for so long, and he'd come up to her, taken her heart, and flushed it down the toilet.

She turned to leave, meekly attempting to wipe the tears off as they flowed, but before she could take more than a step, she felt strong arms circle her waist. Turning to face Michael, she sobbed into his shirt, seeking some form of support and solace among his clean scent. She clutched him as if she would never let go, her vice-like grip causing marks to form on his skin. she mumbled into his shirt, Why did he do this to me?

And Michael, for all his love of Mia, could not come up with a suitable response.