Here it is. I am definitely posting before I planned to, but I really
really do not care. I hope you guys enjoy this.
MIA:
So nothing is really all that different now that Michael and I are together. I had always thought that when you get a boyfriend, everything is dramatically different, but it isn't. Not one bit. It is just natural. The MOST natural thing.
And remember how I used to stare at his lips and imagine how soft and kissable they were? Well, as Michael Moscovitz's girlfriend for three, count 'em, three months, I can offer my professional opinion. They are soft and sweet and just utterly amazing.
"So, Miss Mia, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" Michael asked me during G&T. My birthday was a week away. Usually I get really excited and remind everyone for a month about the big day, but not this year. I already had the best thing possible.
Lilly rolled her eyes. "Michael, stop being lovey dovey. I need to talk to Mia about my next episode and you are fogging up her mind with lovey thoughts."
"What is the episode about?" he asked.
"Well, since she is going to Genovia this summer to continue her Princess training, I am going to go with her and follow her around. She is going to prove to me that all monarchies are not decorated dictatorships."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe that'll change your closed mind a little bit. But Mia, let me know what you wanna do for your birthday, okay?"
I nodded. This was a special birthday. I was turning sixteen (a/n, I know, different from the books but go along with it, okay?). If I was in Genovia I would be having a big ball to celebrate the entrance to womanhood. Silly me, I always thought entering womanhood happened when you were like twelve and got your period for the first time. But I don't ask questions.
"Mia. Focus. Stop thinking about my brother for about five minutes okay?" Lilly said.
"Oh, sorry Lil." MICHAEL:
Most guys have major issues getting their girlfriends birthday gifts. But my girlfriend wasn't like most girlfriends. She was a friggin princess, literally. I know a lot of guys will say that their girls are 'princesses', but c'mon, I really have a princess on my hands here. Her mom told me that she was giving her a necklace that was an old family heirloom. Her dad was buying her a new computer (which I had to help pick out). Her grandmother was 'adopting' an orphan that you see Sally Struthers pitching. NO pressure here, right?
I started doodling in my notebook. I didn't really need to do school anymore. Seniors had their last day next week , Mia's birthday in fact. We were having finals the week after that, and after that we have the prom. Mia wants to go to that, I know she does, but I think it's stupid. I really do. The only bonus to it would be that I could see her in a gorgeous dress, and it'd make her happy. But to me, she's always gorgeous, even when she's wearing my boxer shorts and a tank top.
That has now become her uniform when she sleeps over with Lilly. Lilly hates it of course and points out to Mia that my penis has touched the inner part of the shorts. Mia just shrugs her comments off. I hadn't thought of her wearing my shorts that way before, and I had to admit, she looked hot in that, it kind of turned me on.
So I am sitting in G&T, for one of the last times ever, and thinking about my girlfriend wearing my boxer shorts. Getting turned on. Damn, I hated how these thoughts intruded my mind. I always have prided myself on not being a hornball, but now it was getting harder and- um, more and more difficult.
I looked at Mia and thought of a great idea. It would totally wipe out any money from my bank account but I didn't care. What else would I use the money on?
She came over that night, but not for me. For Lilly. I was going to meet my band to work on some new material. "Oh, so you see me, your girlfriend and you bolt?" she teased.
"Oh come on Mia, don't be like that. Are you sleeping over?" I said, noticing her outfit. I like when warm weather comes around. I really do. I like the tank tops and skirts. I mean, sure, Mia wears a skirt everyday to school, but it's pleated. This skirt she was wearing was well above her knee, and definitely not pleated.
"Of course I am silly. When are you going to be back?" she asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Not too late. What are you and Lilly doing?" I asked. I was totally going to be late for practice but I really didn't care anymore.
"Throwing melons out of high rise apartment buildings," she said seriously.
"Mia..."
"I'm joking. Goodness, what do you take me for? A murderer? We are watching Drew Barrymore movies that you out and out refuse to watch."
"Like?"
"Wedding Singer, Ever After and Never Been Kissed."
"Well, save Wedding Singer for last. I haven't seen that in awhile."
"I'll see what I can do," she replied. She opened the fridge like she lived here.
I laughed a little. "What are you looking for?"
"Lilly said that your parents had some microwaveable pizza in here."
"I ate it earlier for a snack," I said, wrapping my hands around her waist.
"Michael!" she said turning around. She put her arms around my neck.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Aww, you know I can't resist that expression on your face! You aren't playing fair!"
I laughed. "I'll pick up a pizza for you on my way home, is that better?" I asked, kissing her forehead.
"I guess. Only if you give me a real kiss..."
We must have been there for a while because Lilly appeared and cleared her throat. "If you guys are done playing tonsil hockey I'd like to start the movies."
Mia turned red.
"I'll see you girls around ten thirty," I said, pulling away from Mia. Which, might I add, is incredibly hard thing to do. stuff
"I'll let you guys have your dramatic farewell. Separation for three hours MUST be difficult."
Mia giggled. "I love you Michael."
"That's awesome because I kind of love you too."
"I'll see you later."
MIA:
So nothing is really all that different now that Michael and I are together. I had always thought that when you get a boyfriend, everything is dramatically different, but it isn't. Not one bit. It is just natural. The MOST natural thing.
And remember how I used to stare at his lips and imagine how soft and kissable they were? Well, as Michael Moscovitz's girlfriend for three, count 'em, three months, I can offer my professional opinion. They are soft and sweet and just utterly amazing.
"So, Miss Mia, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" Michael asked me during G&T. My birthday was a week away. Usually I get really excited and remind everyone for a month about the big day, but not this year. I already had the best thing possible.
Lilly rolled her eyes. "Michael, stop being lovey dovey. I need to talk to Mia about my next episode and you are fogging up her mind with lovey thoughts."
"What is the episode about?" he asked.
"Well, since she is going to Genovia this summer to continue her Princess training, I am going to go with her and follow her around. She is going to prove to me that all monarchies are not decorated dictatorships."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe that'll change your closed mind a little bit. But Mia, let me know what you wanna do for your birthday, okay?"
I nodded. This was a special birthday. I was turning sixteen (a/n, I know, different from the books but go along with it, okay?). If I was in Genovia I would be having a big ball to celebrate the entrance to womanhood. Silly me, I always thought entering womanhood happened when you were like twelve and got your period for the first time. But I don't ask questions.
"Mia. Focus. Stop thinking about my brother for about five minutes okay?" Lilly said.
"Oh, sorry Lil." MICHAEL:
Most guys have major issues getting their girlfriends birthday gifts. But my girlfriend wasn't like most girlfriends. She was a friggin princess, literally. I know a lot of guys will say that their girls are 'princesses', but c'mon, I really have a princess on my hands here. Her mom told me that she was giving her a necklace that was an old family heirloom. Her dad was buying her a new computer (which I had to help pick out). Her grandmother was 'adopting' an orphan that you see Sally Struthers pitching. NO pressure here, right?
I started doodling in my notebook. I didn't really need to do school anymore. Seniors had their last day next week , Mia's birthday in fact. We were having finals the week after that, and after that we have the prom. Mia wants to go to that, I know she does, but I think it's stupid. I really do. The only bonus to it would be that I could see her in a gorgeous dress, and it'd make her happy. But to me, she's always gorgeous, even when she's wearing my boxer shorts and a tank top.
That has now become her uniform when she sleeps over with Lilly. Lilly hates it of course and points out to Mia that my penis has touched the inner part of the shorts. Mia just shrugs her comments off. I hadn't thought of her wearing my shorts that way before, and I had to admit, she looked hot in that, it kind of turned me on.
So I am sitting in G&T, for one of the last times ever, and thinking about my girlfriend wearing my boxer shorts. Getting turned on. Damn, I hated how these thoughts intruded my mind. I always have prided myself on not being a hornball, but now it was getting harder and- um, more and more difficult.
I looked at Mia and thought of a great idea. It would totally wipe out any money from my bank account but I didn't care. What else would I use the money on?
She came over that night, but not for me. For Lilly. I was going to meet my band to work on some new material. "Oh, so you see me, your girlfriend and you bolt?" she teased.
"Oh come on Mia, don't be like that. Are you sleeping over?" I said, noticing her outfit. I like when warm weather comes around. I really do. I like the tank tops and skirts. I mean, sure, Mia wears a skirt everyday to school, but it's pleated. This skirt she was wearing was well above her knee, and definitely not pleated.
"Of course I am silly. When are you going to be back?" she asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Not too late. What are you and Lilly doing?" I asked. I was totally going to be late for practice but I really didn't care anymore.
"Throwing melons out of high rise apartment buildings," she said seriously.
"Mia..."
"I'm joking. Goodness, what do you take me for? A murderer? We are watching Drew Barrymore movies that you out and out refuse to watch."
"Like?"
"Wedding Singer, Ever After and Never Been Kissed."
"Well, save Wedding Singer for last. I haven't seen that in awhile."
"I'll see what I can do," she replied. She opened the fridge like she lived here.
I laughed a little. "What are you looking for?"
"Lilly said that your parents had some microwaveable pizza in here."
"I ate it earlier for a snack," I said, wrapping my hands around her waist.
"Michael!" she said turning around. She put her arms around my neck.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Aww, you know I can't resist that expression on your face! You aren't playing fair!"
I laughed. "I'll pick up a pizza for you on my way home, is that better?" I asked, kissing her forehead.
"I guess. Only if you give me a real kiss..."
We must have been there for a while because Lilly appeared and cleared her throat. "If you guys are done playing tonsil hockey I'd like to start the movies."
Mia turned red.
"I'll see you girls around ten thirty," I said, pulling away from Mia. Which, might I add, is incredibly hard thing to do. stuff
"I'll let you guys have your dramatic farewell. Separation for three hours MUST be difficult."
Mia giggled. "I love you Michael."
"That's awesome because I kind of love you too."
"I'll see you later."