Thanks again to my reviewers (I got only three for chapter 4… bouhouhou! -- in case you wonder… that's me crying!) But these are three very nice reviews! :) Thank you girls for reviewing almost each time. Oh and I lost Saltytheseashorecrabshell! :( Damn! Hope I won't lose any more of my reviewers! Oh and Review-happy, I am still curious about your change of schedule! Are you completely sure you don't want to rewrite your story? Literary Lover, hurry up and update your fic soon!

Thevoicewithin… you're so plite it is sweet!

Oh and Luindalwen and Jessica (who reviewed my chapter 3) thanks to you too. It made me happy.

Maybe I need a little break with the fanfic though (I guess I will update soon enough anyhow). I feel like a lazy %&!* for not studying more. Oh and I also almost called my boyfriend Michael this morning! I don't think he would have been happy.

DISCLAIMER-  I own nothing, everything belongs to Meg Cabot

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No sooner had we entered the Moscovitzes' apartment than Lilly pulled me to her room. I could see Michael was about to protest or at least comment on something since he opened his mouth, but Lilly cut him right away:

"And no Michael, you can't join us, we just want to be by the two of us for a little while. Why don't you get friends of your own for once?

Of course you're allowed to mope around half naked in the house as much as you want… but Mia is not going to see your love parade as she'll be busy editing an episode of "Lilly Tells It Like It Is" in my very own room.

And let me remind you that my door will be closed. Now, have a good night!"

At that both Michael and I blushed furiously… Love parade, I thought, what love parade? What the hell is Lilly speaking about? Holy crap! Lilly must have seen me squeezing Michael's hand in the movie theatre. She must have some super powers allowing her to see every single thing I do. Michael is so ashamed he is now as red as a tomato. 

Meaning he will never want to be my friend anymore! I hate my life!

But to my surprise, Lilly did not mention anything about the incident anymore. She was all focused on her episode of "Lilly Tells It Like It Is" and we spent the whole evening editing it. Locked in her room. Which sadly meant no Michael at all. But that was a relief too as things have become terribly awkward between us. I am still wondering why he let me hold his hand though…

***

My life S-U-C-K-S. And let me tell you it sucks even more after a long sleepless night spent worrying about my life while listening to Lilly's snoring.  So now I am totally dead and will most certainly pass out during Algebra. (Note to myself: next time I can't sleep, must read Algebra notes. Guaranteed to dose off after 15 minutes or so reading them) and I have gigantic black rings around my eyes. They are like two big pockets. I'm not kidding. They are so huge; one could put a wallet in there.

I couldn't sleep because I was obsessing over a certain person… And this person was not:

- Lilly, though she snored.

- Lana, though she is such a … well… some kind of a chicken (poulette or cocotte as Grandmère would put it)

- Grandmère, though I happen to have Princess lessons in less than 24 hours.

- Mr. G., though he is planning an Algebra test for the end of the week.

- Kenny, though I sometimes have nightmares about him and I still haven't come up with an idea on how not to be too cruel while breaking his heart.

No! That certain person was Michael Moscovitz, Lilly's older brother and the person I have loved since, like, the beginning of MY ENTIRE LIFE.

And the thing is … I think Michael likes me. Which is really a great thing! Knowing that, I should be able to spend the best night ever in my whole life. Only I am not so sure about it. I mean why should he like me?

List of the reasons why Michael CAN'T like me:

- I'm a freshman

- I am his little sister's best friend.

- I have no breasts.

- My feet are so big, I could get sold to a circus as a living attraction.

- I'm a princess. (Definitely not cool. Especially knowing that the whole princess package includes a lunatic grandmère).

- Lana Weinberger is kind of my stepsister.

- I don't know how to clone flies.

- I have no clue what Algebra is about. And  -worse- I hate it!

- I'm totally unassertive.

- He calls me Thermopolis and not Mia.

- He has a girlfriend who is a senior, knows how to clone flies, was good in Algebra, is co-valedictorian, has been accepted to Colombia early decision (just like Michael), is in the computer club, has breasts and small feet, is not related in any way to either Lana or Grandmère, and last but not least is not a princess!!!

- Oh and he is attracted to my car!

Lists of the reasons why I think Michael likes me:

- He never wears a T-shirt when I come over. (Agreed that he very possibly never wears any T-shirt when he is home)

- He helps me with my Algebra.

- He does not look disgusted when our knees brush accidentally (though he certainly looked disgusted when Lana called us Lovebirds)

- He is almost always nice to me. (ok, I know Michael is almost always nice to EVERYBODY)

- He played and sang Tall Glass of Water for me. (still hoping he never played anything to Judith)

- He harassed me sexually once (or so Lilly said but to be honest I didn't notice anything).

- And most importantly he let me hold his hand for 80 minutes while we were at the movies. I mean if he had been so disgusted wouldn't he have pushed it away? Might have not remembered on each side Judith was though. Then again, didn't she try to French him during the movie? If Michael had been my boyfriend, I certainly would have been more interested in Michael's lips than in the movie).

And I did spend the whole night trying (trying very hard indeed) to figure out some other reasons why Michael might like me. Couldn't find any! So I had to reach the following conclusion: Michael didn't like me and I was a sick person always obsessing about him when I, anyhow, had a boyfriend.

It was dawn when I finally fell asleep.

***

Oh my God! I'm so shocked! I saw something I should not have seen… and I don't regret any of it. It was even more exciting than that time when Lilly and I read that Emanuelle magazine. I'm still like shivering all over.

When I got up this morning, there was nobody in the Moscovitzes' apartment. Which was kind of scary. I just felt like Macaulay Culkin in "Home alone" (Half-excited, half terrified!). I searched the house desperately (I mean they could have been kidnapped by aliens.  Or worse, they could have eaten some toxic mushrooms and suffered from collective illusions, leading them to go drown themselves in the sea! Losing at once both my best friend and the love of my life would be a terrible, terrible thing! It's the kind of things I wish would happen to Lana though).

I finally found a note from Lilly saying they were gone to the hospital because their aunt had had a car accident. Apparently they didn't want to wake me up. I guess this comes as part of royalty… like I'm being privileged (for once it's being useful…). The note said they'd be back around 10 or 10.30, which left me at least one hour free. And of course the first idea I got was to go into Michael's room.

Don't take me wrong… I am not a voyeur I just wanted to see if he had kept my secret love poems. I did not, at first, intend to take a look at anything else in his room. But I was kind of forced by the circumstances. Honestly, it was all an accident!

So I went in the room and there were the two love poems, on his desk. Isn't that awesome? It means so much to me to see he hasn't thrown them away. Anyway I went on his bed (I so wanted to lay still where Michael had been sleeping only a few hours before and smell the scent he left on his pillow) and I must have dosed off because I suddenly woke up, as the entrance door was struck opened.

I panicked and ran to hide into Michael's closet. Which was kind of stupid because I couldn't stay in there forever. Lilly would be searching for me. And Lilly was not one to give up. How embarrassing would it be to be found in Michael's closet?

Just when I was having second thoughts I heard someone open the door of Michael's room. "Hopefully it will be Maria, the house cleaner, I though, I know she could keep it a secret if I explained to her how crazy in love I am". With that in mind, I took a look through the closet keyhole.

Oh my god! There was Michael! …And he was getting naked! Now being a very well educated young lady, I would not, by all accounts, have looked at his nudity any longer. Or at least that's what Grandmère would believe. I did genuinely intend NOT to look at the scene. Only I was kind of paralysed… it must have been the fright… cause my hands became all sweaty and my heart started to pound loudly.  I felt some kind of fever overcoming me. And for one crazy moment I wished I had taken Lilly's video camera with me.

And now (two hours later) I'm still blushing like hell whenever I think about what I saw. How will I survive G&T where I most certainly will have to face Michael? I mean I was already terribly embarrassed about the whole holding-hands-with-Michael incident but now… Wow! I can tell my obsessing over Michael is not going to end anytime soon!

Well at least next time we have a girl evening and the girls are all "I see fireworks when I get Frenched" or "I went 2nd base with Boris/Dave/Daryl", I'm not going to feel as retarded and left out as usual. Yep! I will be able to show off saying I have seen a boy naked.

Except that, seeing that I don't seem to be able to hold my mouth when Lilly is around and especially not when it's about something I must absolutely NOT mention… I might end up saying something as stupid as "Well I saw your brother completely naked" or "Michael's body is sure hot and I can assure you I have seen it all".

But back to my closet!

Seeing Michael all naked sure could be considered as the best event of the whole century. But what happened next was even better. So Michael took some other clothes and got dressed again (Good things never last forever!) and left the room. I heard him call my name:

"Thermopolis! Where are you?" "Thermopolis?"

"Mia? …Shit! I can't believe she left already! It would have been the perfect timing for us to have this little chat. Oh well!" After that he left the house.

Apparently the rest of the family was not back yet. I had to hurry and get back to Lilly's room. So I rushed out of the closet and… tripped over a box (Thanks god Grandmère was not here cause I so didn't fall in a princessy way). The box flew opened. I picked it up and tried to put everything back in as quickly as possible. Among various objects, there were:

- my poem which Michael had apparently printed out

- a page of a newspaper where I could be seen modelling for Sebastiano (I'm still angry when I think about that and thinking that Grandmère always gets what she wants! Hum maybe I should ask her advice on how to get rid off Lana),

- numerous pictures of me with Lilly

- including one of me and Michael at the dance (taken on the very evening I dumped Josh. Wow. It is so awesome to be able to say so: I dumped Josh! Hehe!)

- and also a picture of the whole gang at Halloween. And I just noticed it… Michael has drawn horns on Kenny's head and spots all over his face. That was so funny! Oops! Am I not like supposed to take my boyfriend's defence?

This could only mean one thing: Michael did LIKE me!!! I suddenly felt like jumping around and singing. I could have gone out and screamed I loved Michael to the whole world. But my senses came back to me as I remembered that:

- I had a boyfriend

- Michael had a girlfriend (though Lilly claims Judith and Michael are not going out… But duh, I'm not blind!)

- Lilly would kill us if she realised we like each other

- I am not assertive enough to confess my love to Michael while facing him.

I got a pretty good idea though; I grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a love poem to Michael. However I didn't write my name or anything! Every woman should know that it is far too risky to send a signed love letter. You never know where it might end up. Anyway Michael being a genius and all he will certainly understand it's from me.

Duh… I have been the only girl sleeping in his apartment last night! (Lilly excepted but she's his sister so that doesn't count. How gross would it be if your sister wrote you a love poem? Yeesh.) So it won't be that hard to guess who the author is! But what if he thinks Judith wrote it! Nay… she wouldn't write Michael a love poem after discovering he likes me! I don't think she is THAT sick! Plus I'm known for writing poems! Judith is known for torturing flies!

I'm at school now. I'm so stupid, I forgot today was a school day and missed all the morning classes and I have no excuse… meaning I'll have to go to detention this evening. Great! And guess who got the idea: Mr. G! I mean I'm family to him and he sends me to detention. And guess who else will be in detention: Lana! I can't ever have one minute peace without her.

It's ok though. I'm still on cloud nine. I'm so excited! I can't wait for Michael to discover the poem! Though I have had second thoughts about it… Why the hell did I write it in French? I mean as bright as Michael is, he doesn't speak French fluently. Actually the only language I'm sure he knows besides English is the language of mathematics! What if he doesn't understand what it is about? Will I have to sneak back into his room to leave another poem?

But enough stressing for now, I've got to go to; my friends are waiting for me. I set up an emergency meeting on the theme: How to get rid off Lana.