Author's Note: I'm sure many of you will appreciate this: I actually met Rooney the other day. And of course went to their concert. Robert came out after the show and was talking to us, called my friend Grace a role model (heh, because she screamed when it was deathly silent in the club! Then he rubbed her cordoroy hat...). Oh, and Lucie, I do believe that the boys are reading your story on the Rooney boards...this guy Tim from Geffen and Robert were joking about a picture of Louie looking at Taylor so lovingly...I almost asked but I didn't want to look like a moron if they had no idea what I was talking about. Anyways, This should be coming in quickly. And those of you who want a sequel to All My Life are gonna hafta wait until the prequel is sent out because I actually have that finished. The sequel is still in my head and not on my computer at all. I actually have ANOTHER story to put up before the sequel. Then I think that might be it for awhile. I think all of this will take me until the fall to put up on the boards..and then I'll be starting my sophomore year and who knows how much time I'll have...ugh, can't think about that now. Okay, enough of this. Read the chapter and review

MIA:
We cuddled that night. No more making out for that evening. I didn't think I could control myself if we did. I can't even believe the discussion we had! I mean, this time last year I hadn't even frenched a guy before! And now I'm talking about losing my virginity!
Michael was moving in on Saturday morning so me and Lilly helped him out. He had a gig that night as usual. But they cut it short so Michael and I (and Lilly and Denis) could go out. I LOVE this guy!
On Sunday we started painting Michael's new room. He had decided to be a little different than his old room (plain white), and went with a really intense red color. I loved it, but I wasn't going to be living here so it didn't really matter.
"But you'll be spending a lot of time here," Michael said after I told him it didn't matter what color the room was.
"Oh really?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You shouldn't make faces like that, it'll freeze like that," he teased.
We started painting with music in the background. It was a mixed CD I made before I left for Genovia. Filled with bands he hated. Pop music to be exact. He did one wall while I did the other. We had those big roller things so we could reach the very top to the ceiling.
I was singing along to a Justin Timberlake track near the end of the day. We had gotten two coats on two of the walls. I was finishing up my second wall when I felt a cold sticky substance go from my shoulders down to my ankles. I jumped in surprise and turned to Michael who had his roller directed to me. My eyes widened in surprise. "Michael James Moscovitz! You understand that this is now war, correct?"
He smiled mischievously, my personal favorite way. "Oh really? What are you going to do about it then?" he asked.
I realized that I had just finished my wall. He was done with his. We didn't really need much more paint. I took my little pan of paint, dipped my roller in it, and walked seductively over to Michael. He knew what was coming. I put the paint down his face, all the way to the top of his jeans. Might I add he had no shirt on. Once again, my favorite way for him to be dressed.
He, in turn, painted a line straight down from the middle of my forehead, down my nose, and to my chin. I started laughing. It would take FOREVER to get all this paint off of us. I didn't care though. Grandmere wasn't around to scold me for being childish.
That was what I loved about being with Michael. We were total goofballs with one another and never ever embarrassed, well, when I started talking about sex I was a little embarrassed, but he soothed my nervousness. Not that I wouldn't be nervous when we actually did it, but still. I loved this man.

He spent one last night at the Moscovitz home while his room dried. I could tell he was a little upset about leaving home, even if he had known it was happening for months. "Hey, at least I'll be able to sneak into your apartment now when I need to escape-"
"Mia, I'm giving you a key," he interrupted. He seemed surprised that I didn't know this fact already.
"Really? Why?"
"Because you are my girlfriend. Denis doesn't mind if you have a key."
I suddenly felt very grown up. It was a big step to have a key to your boyfriend's apartment. Okay, sure he had given me a promise ring and everything, but still. This was a major step.
"Michael, have I told you lately just how much I adore you?"
"Nope," he replied with a smile. "I do not believe you have."
I started giggling. We both still were covered in paint. The water wasn't on in his new apartment yet so we couldn't shower. "You have so much paint on your face!"
"You have a little yourself dearie."
"I'm gonna take a shower-"
"You know.."
"What?"
"No one is awake..."
I raised an eyebrow, "What are you proposing Moscovitz?"
"What do you think I am proposing?" he asked with a sly smile.
I gave him a look.
"Mia, don't look at me like that. I was simply suggesting that we could both sing while we bathed cuz no one will hear."
I shook my head and laughed, "Yeah right. You need to behave, Michael. Remember that."
We stayed up all night and watched eighties movies in the living room. It was our last date in the Moscovitz household, at least for awhile.

MICHAEL:
I liked how she smiled in surprise when I told her she was getting a key to the apartment. Her cheeks got red and her smile nearly exploded. I loved having that impression on her.
I spend my first night at the apartment with just Denis. We were settling our stuff. Sure, he had lived there already, but we had gotten some new furniture and he was moving into a bigger room. We planned on leaving my stuff in my room and then playing video games. But why would that happen?
Life can never be simple. Never. A knock comes to the door.
"Mia?" Denis asks, not taking his eyes off the big screen TV his dad left for him.
"I don't think so."
"You might as well break in that new bed," Denis joked.
I rolled my eyes. He didn't get me and Mia at all.
I got up and answered the door. But it wasn't Mia. I really wished it was Mia. I wouldn't mind if she crashed my guys night in. Really, I wouldn't. I loved when she randomly stopped by. But no. It was not that wonderful woman. It was Prince Phillippe, his bodyguard, and the dowager princess herself. Dear God, if you exist, why? Why are you doing this to me?
"Hello," I said awkwardly. I still didn't know what to call them so I just didn't call them anything. Kind of the policy Mia has taken up with Mr. G.
"Michael," Phillippe says.
"Boy," the Princess says.
"Mia isn't here..."
"We know," Phillip says as he pushes past me. He sees Denis sitting in the living room in just his boxers. Transfixed with the television. "We are here to inspect the new location Mia will be spending much time in."
Why couldn't they just send Lars? "Um, I'm not really moved in entirely. I haven't unpacked. Could we arrange for another time possibly?" I asked.
The dowager princess looked somewhat impressed, "This building is acceptable, but the apartment needs to be cleaned."
"Well, mother, not everyone can have movers set everything up the day they move in. Not everyone is royal," Philippe defended. "I think it is acceptable."
"Then I am going back to the limousine. I cannot possibly stay in such a....a quaint apartment for so long."
"You deal with Helen's apartment..."
"I HAVE to do that darling. I will meet you downstairs."
Okay, so why the hell wasn't he leaving?
"Will there be anything else?" I asked.
"Can we have a talk?" he asked.
Uh oh.

I brought him to Denis's room, which was pretty much clean. "Yes?" I asked, sitting on a trunk at the end of the bed.
He looked for a seat to sit in. The desk chair was covered with clothes. I got up and threw them on the bed. He sat down. "Michael."
I nodded. Yup, that would be my name. I looked past him and saw Denis's porn magazines on the desk. I stared at them, hoping he wouldn't notice them right behind him.
"I know you are now a young college man..."
"Not yet, sir. Three more weeks."
"But you are living away from home and thus have a different mentality than a high school boy."
I shrugged. I didn't feel any different.
"And you are dating my daughter."
I didn't like where this was going.
"Who is still very young. Mature, but too young for certain activities."
"Like?" I questioned. He looked just as uncomfortable as I felt.
"Michael, I don't want to become a grandfather," he said bluntly.
My mouth dropped. Hadn't expected him to be that honest. "Um, that's good because I don't want to be a father."
"And I don't want my daughter partaking in any activities that would make that a possibility."
"Well, we aren't. So I highly doubt she will be partaking in those activities," I said. Wow, I was really growing some balls around him.
"I noticed a ring on her finger," he continued. "She explained that it was a promise ring you gave her for her birthday."
"Yes sir."
"Mind explaining that to me?"
Okay, not those balls were slowly shrinking as a result of his icy attitude. "I love your daughter. I don't want anyone else, ever. And I don't want to be engaged just yet, but we are kind of pre-engaged. We promised ourselves to one another."
"I'd like a part of that promise," he started a few minutes later, thinking, "to be of chasity. I know college is a very...difficult time in a young mans life and he has certain...urges..."
Oh God. Wait til Mia hears this one. Her father was talking about my urges. Doesn't he realize that she had some of her own?
"Okay..." I said. He was waiting for a response.
"I suggest you find some other outlet for that energy."
"Sir, with all do respect, I am not going to cheat on her."
He laughed, "Nor did I expect you to."
"So what..." I said realizing. "Um, I see."
"I don't want my daughter hurt, Moscovitz. I told you before that I liked you, and I really do, but she comes first. If you do anything to hurt her while you are in college, or beyond that, I will-"
"Sir, I really am not going to do anything to hurt her, I promise you that. If you want a ring to represent that then fine I'll give you one. But she's all I want and I'd never do something to screw that up. And I know that she's young and I wouldn't do anything," I interrupted. So what if he was a prince? He's my girlfriend's dad for crying out loud!
I also added to that last sentence, unless she asked me to, silently of course. "Good man then. Good talk. What was that your friend was playing?"
I brought him to the living room and we started playing Halo. Two hours later the dowager princess sent her man up to see what the hold up was. Philippe sheepishly got up and left, thanking us for teaching him how to play.
After he left, "Dude?" Denis asked.
"Yeah?"
"Did I just hang out and play video games with a prince?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, just making sure."