I tried, as hard as I could, to see just him. You'd think that would be easy, seeing as I'm deeply, madly in love with him and I always will be, but it's not. Especially when he's with another girl.
Michael Moscovitz was, quite simply, a dream. He was tall, with a perfect bod and a great smile. His dark hair was always messy, except maybe on school picture day when his mother parted it off to the right. His nose, though somewhat sharp, looked dreamy on his narrow face. His smile was perfect on the face-large, so whenever he grinned his face lit up. But he almost didn't know all of this. He was totally un-conceited. I love him so much. And it's not because of my friends, boyfriend, or reputation that I don't approach him. Michael may be a nerd, but that's fine with me. I like computers; they're fine. But I happen to know that he is deeply in love with someone else, and will never go out with me, Lana Weinburger.
Like I was saying, it's almost no problem to see Michael-he has THAT GLOW around him that you get when you see the man you love-but it's extremely, extremely hard to block out the girl next to him. She isn't even very pretty-rather flat-faced (to match her chest) and with no figure at ALL. Her hair is dark, but limp and rather stringy. She doesn't wear very good clothes at ALL. And this is Michael's girlfriend, the one he loves instead of me.
I hate Mia Thermopolis more than-than-ANYTHING! But when I see them together, all I want to do is cry. Not murder Mia, not steal Michael, but cry. Or something more drastic.
"Lana? Lana? Earth to Lana!" cried a loud yet sexy voice in my ear. I jumped and turned to face the all-too-familiar-face of my boyfriend, Josh Richter. Josh is the most sexy boy around-besides Michael, of course-but his head is as empty as a-a-box. (oh, yeah, real imaginative, Lana) he's tall, though not as tall as Michael and, I hate to say it, an even better bod than the wonderful Moscovitz himself. Myself only being a freshman, Josh TOWERS over me. I often feel horribly overcome when standing next to him.
I care nothing for Josh, though it was expected of me to date him. The school's prettiest girl dates the school's hottest boy. It's expected. The school's prettiest girl is captain of the cheerleading squad. It's expected. The school's prettiest girl hangs out with the other airheads who talk of nothing but clothes. It's expected. And the school's prettiest girl-I hate to say it-is me. I admit-I AM good looking-but I was rather surprised my first day when a Junior girl came up to me by my locker, studied me and said,
"Hey, you're very pretty!" And-well-it just escalated from there. Everything's EXPECTED of me. I honestly feel like a robot half the time. But I would throw that all away for Michael, if he cared for me back, at ALL. But that's hoping too much. All I have now is the life I'm living with.
"Laaaaaaaaana? Are you there, sweetcakes?" cooed Josh's voice in my ear. Without thinking, I cried,
"Damn!" realizing that I had drifted into thoughts of Michael again. Well, everyone around us laughed. Josh raised an eyebrow.
"Watch your language there, eh, sweetheart?" I wanted to kill him. I really did. don't call me sweetheart, dammit! I screamed in my mind, but I gave him a sticky-sweet false smile.
"Sorry. I drifted off." Josh gave a bellowing laugh, and I clenched my fists.
"For a moment there, it looked as though u were staring at that comp nerd, Michael Moscovitz, Lana!" Everyone around us, once again, started laughing. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. (this is taking place in the lunchroom, just so you know) Everyone looked at me expectingly. I let out the fakiest laugh I could, but none of them realized it. Without realizing it, I took a look over my shoulder at Mia and Michael's table. By now, Lilly and Boris had joined them, and they were all talking and laughing. I wanted to cry. No, I wanted friends like that! I hate my life.
But Josh, being Josh, scooted next to me and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer. In horror, I felt his hand moving up the back of my sky-blue blouse. oh, shit, don't feel me! I thought, looking at him in horror.
But Josh misread, and went ahead and-yeah.
Welcome to my life as a Teenage Robot.
Seriously
A/N: I don't know whut the heck I'm doing, it's midnight and I just felt like writing LW/MM for some strange reason. So far I've done an LOTR fanfic, a HP fanfic and now…PD??? Scary. I'm very random. Lol but read, and enjoy! Srry I portrayed Lana so-goodly, but maybe that really is whut she's like on the inside. Maybe.