YAY! Someone got my Guitar Girl reference! I named Dean after this hot guy at work, but then I was trying to name his girlfriend and I thought of Molly from the book. That was my little subliminal message to get you all to read that book, then hound this site into making a section for it so I can post my story. I was wondering if anyone would pick it up.
And what's with the no reviews for HTGT? Are you all just slacking in that department or have you really stopped reading it? You have to have a little faith, people. Go back and read the lastest chapter if you skipped over it. I didn't spend all that time writing it for no one to read it.
Couple more reviewer question answers: Dean isn't a Prince cos he has a different, non royal father. Lilly won't appear in this story at all, the whole point of it was that I took her role and removed it, replacing it with someone else. And OOC means Out Of Character.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters you recognise.
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Mia sat at the back of the room in G&T, at one of the room's computers.
She'd just loaded the 'You And Your Pregnancy' site when she realised someone had sat next to her.
"Michael! Hi," she said when she saw it was him. Then it registered in her head that she was looking at a pregnancy site in front of him.
"Whatcha doing, Little Thermopolis?" Michael asked her, eyeing the computer suspiciously.
"Oh, um… Paper for Biology," Mia thought quickly, closing the screen. "But I can do that later."
"So you want help with your Algebra then?"
"Sure. Let's go sit up there." Mia pointed to her usual seat.
"I don't remember doing a paper on pregnancy in my freshman year," Michael said, suddenly fearing the worst.
"Oh, um… I refused to dissect a frog last week so I got this instead. It's no biggie."
"Ok, whatever."
Mia pulled out her new Algebra notebook. Much to Michael's amusement, she'd pasted all of her old notes in there.
"Nice job, Little Thermopolis. You're half way there."
Mia beamed. "Thanks. And look, in class this morning I was extra careful to write in neat columns."
Michael jokingly patted his hand to his chest. "I'm so proud."
Mia blushed, embarrassed by his joke.
"No, really, good job. Even the smallest improvements will help you in the long run."
Mia nodded, unsure if he truly was being sincere.
Towards the end of the lesson Mia turned to him. "So I guess you'll be coming over after school? To hang out with Dean."
"Probably. Although I need to work on CrackHead, so I might cut today's video game fest a little short."
"Oh." Mia figured that meant he'd be gone by the time she got home from the Plaza.
The bell rang and Mia gathered her books up. "Well, thanks for your help. I'll see you later."
"Yeah. Later." Michael watched her leave before he picked up his own books and left.
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As usual, Michael and Dean were devouring junk food in front of the Nintendo in the Loft.
"Molly says she can set you up with one of her friends, Moscovitz. You interested?"
Michael gulped. Dean was always on his back about not having a girlfriend. He usually declined his offers to set him up, but he feared Dean would start questioning his sexuality soon.
"Um, maybe," Michael replied half heartedly, shoving more chips in his mouth.
"Maybe? What does that mean? Either you want some action, or you don't."
"Does Molly know you talk like that?"
"Don't change the subject, dude. What's the deal? You never let me set you up with anyone. And contrary to what you think, there are some prime choices at Albert Einstein."
"I know," Michael admitted, thinking of Mia.
"So you're interested in someone then? Who? I can help you out, man. You just have to let me."
Michael doubted his best friend would want to help set him up with his little sister. And there was no way he would admit to it being Mia anyway. That secret was going to his grave.
"It's no one. Forget I said anything."
Dean opened his mouth to respond but stopped when he saw the door opening.
Mia walked into Dean's room, she was surprised to see Michael was still there.
"Oh, hi, Michael. I didn't realise you were still here."
Michael greeted her back and Dean watched on.
"Dean, mom says dinner will be ready in about five minutes. Michael are you staying?"
"Sure. I might as well."
"Yeah," Dean said, eyeing Michael. "We can talk more about your love life after dinner."
"What love life?" Mia asked, her heart racing.
"That's exactly what I'd like to know," Dean replied, not moving his eyes from Michael.
"What are you all looking at me for? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Michael replied.
"Sure you don't, Moscovitz. Sure you don't."
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Michael returned to his apartment about an hour later. After dinner Dean had grilled him about his supposed crush, but Michael had refused to give in.
He even refused to admit he liked anyone, but Dean said it didn't matter what he said. He was adamant that he knew the truth, and that he knew who it was.
Michael turned on his computer, all set to work on his webzine, but was distracted by a name that appeared on his buddylist: FtLouie.
He couldn't resist.
CracKing: Hey, Little Thermopolis.
FtLouie: Hello. Long time no talk.
CracKing: Ha ha, yeah.
FtLouie: So what was up with you and Dean at dinner?
CracKing: What do you mean?
FtLouie: You guys were practically playing footsies under the table. Don't think I didn't notice!
CracKing: Ha ha, we were not.
FtLouie: Were too. Can I ask you a question?
CracKing: Sure. Shoot.
FtLouie: Are you and my brother having a… thing?
Michael burst out laughing. "Where did she get that from?" he wondered. "Oh God, I hope she doesn't seriously think I like guys, does she?"
CracKing: Hell no. Your brother's not my type. I like the ladies.
FtLouie: Good to hear.
CracKing: Why would you think that in the first place?
Michael prayed it wasn't because he had 'gay like' qualities.
FtLouie: Well… He said something about your love life before dinner, and then you guys were playing footsies under the table. And besides, you guys are always together.
CracKing: Firstly, we were NOT playing footsies under the table. Secondly, he was just being an idiot when he was talking about my non-existent love life. And thirdly, I'M NOT GAY!
FtLouie: Ok, ok. I believe you.
Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
FtLouie: BUT… if you're not gay then why won't you let Dean set you up with someone? He's always complaining about you being single.
CracKing: Because it's none of Dean's business. It's my life and I don't just want to go out with anyone. I want to find someone I actually like. You know?
FtLouie: Ok. Maybe I'll tell him to back off then.
CracKing: Thanks.
FtLouie: I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow?
CracKing: Sure. See you.
FtLouie has signed off.
Michael silently cursed his best friend's incessant foot prodding during dinner. And his incessant setting him up with girls.
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And what's with the no reviews for HTGT? Are you all just slacking in that department or have you really stopped reading it? You have to have a little faith, people. Go back and read the lastest chapter if you skipped over it. I didn't spend all that time writing it for no one to read it.
Couple more reviewer question answers: Dean isn't a Prince cos he has a different, non royal father. Lilly won't appear in this story at all, the whole point of it was that I took her role and removed it, replacing it with someone else. And OOC means Out Of Character.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters you recognise.
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Mia sat at the back of the room in G&T, at one of the room's computers.
She'd just loaded the 'You And Your Pregnancy' site when she realised someone had sat next to her.
"Michael! Hi," she said when she saw it was him. Then it registered in her head that she was looking at a pregnancy site in front of him.
"Whatcha doing, Little Thermopolis?" Michael asked her, eyeing the computer suspiciously.
"Oh, um… Paper for Biology," Mia thought quickly, closing the screen. "But I can do that later."
"So you want help with your Algebra then?"
"Sure. Let's go sit up there." Mia pointed to her usual seat.
"I don't remember doing a paper on pregnancy in my freshman year," Michael said, suddenly fearing the worst.
"Oh, um… I refused to dissect a frog last week so I got this instead. It's no biggie."
"Ok, whatever."
Mia pulled out her new Algebra notebook. Much to Michael's amusement, she'd pasted all of her old notes in there.
"Nice job, Little Thermopolis. You're half way there."
Mia beamed. "Thanks. And look, in class this morning I was extra careful to write in neat columns."
Michael jokingly patted his hand to his chest. "I'm so proud."
Mia blushed, embarrassed by his joke.
"No, really, good job. Even the smallest improvements will help you in the long run."
Mia nodded, unsure if he truly was being sincere.
Towards the end of the lesson Mia turned to him. "So I guess you'll be coming over after school? To hang out with Dean."
"Probably. Although I need to work on CrackHead, so I might cut today's video game fest a little short."
"Oh." Mia figured that meant he'd be gone by the time she got home from the Plaza.
The bell rang and Mia gathered her books up. "Well, thanks for your help. I'll see you later."
"Yeah. Later." Michael watched her leave before he picked up his own books and left.
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As usual, Michael and Dean were devouring junk food in front of the Nintendo in the Loft.
"Molly says she can set you up with one of her friends, Moscovitz. You interested?"
Michael gulped. Dean was always on his back about not having a girlfriend. He usually declined his offers to set him up, but he feared Dean would start questioning his sexuality soon.
"Um, maybe," Michael replied half heartedly, shoving more chips in his mouth.
"Maybe? What does that mean? Either you want some action, or you don't."
"Does Molly know you talk like that?"
"Don't change the subject, dude. What's the deal? You never let me set you up with anyone. And contrary to what you think, there are some prime choices at Albert Einstein."
"I know," Michael admitted, thinking of Mia.
"So you're interested in someone then? Who? I can help you out, man. You just have to let me."
Michael doubted his best friend would want to help set him up with his little sister. And there was no way he would admit to it being Mia anyway. That secret was going to his grave.
"It's no one. Forget I said anything."
Dean opened his mouth to respond but stopped when he saw the door opening.
Mia walked into Dean's room, she was surprised to see Michael was still there.
"Oh, hi, Michael. I didn't realise you were still here."
Michael greeted her back and Dean watched on.
"Dean, mom says dinner will be ready in about five minutes. Michael are you staying?"
"Sure. I might as well."
"Yeah," Dean said, eyeing Michael. "We can talk more about your love life after dinner."
"What love life?" Mia asked, her heart racing.
"That's exactly what I'd like to know," Dean replied, not moving his eyes from Michael.
"What are you all looking at me for? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Michael replied.
"Sure you don't, Moscovitz. Sure you don't."
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Michael returned to his apartment about an hour later. After dinner Dean had grilled him about his supposed crush, but Michael had refused to give in.
He even refused to admit he liked anyone, but Dean said it didn't matter what he said. He was adamant that he knew the truth, and that he knew who it was.
Michael turned on his computer, all set to work on his webzine, but was distracted by a name that appeared on his buddylist: FtLouie.
He couldn't resist.
CracKing: Hey, Little Thermopolis.
FtLouie: Hello. Long time no talk.
CracKing: Ha ha, yeah.
FtLouie: So what was up with you and Dean at dinner?
CracKing: What do you mean?
FtLouie: You guys were practically playing footsies under the table. Don't think I didn't notice!
CracKing: Ha ha, we were not.
FtLouie: Were too. Can I ask you a question?
CracKing: Sure. Shoot.
FtLouie: Are you and my brother having a… thing?
Michael burst out laughing. "Where did she get that from?" he wondered. "Oh God, I hope she doesn't seriously think I like guys, does she?"
CracKing: Hell no. Your brother's not my type. I like the ladies.
FtLouie: Good to hear.
CracKing: Why would you think that in the first place?
Michael prayed it wasn't because he had 'gay like' qualities.
FtLouie: Well… He said something about your love life before dinner, and then you guys were playing footsies under the table. And besides, you guys are always together.
CracKing: Firstly, we were NOT playing footsies under the table. Secondly, he was just being an idiot when he was talking about my non-existent love life. And thirdly, I'M NOT GAY!
FtLouie: Ok, ok. I believe you.
Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
FtLouie: BUT… if you're not gay then why won't you let Dean set you up with someone? He's always complaining about you being single.
CracKing: Because it's none of Dean's business. It's my life and I don't just want to go out with anyone. I want to find someone I actually like. You know?
FtLouie: Ok. Maybe I'll tell him to back off then.
CracKing: Thanks.
FtLouie: I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow?
CracKing: Sure. See you.
FtLouie has signed off.
Michael silently cursed his best friend's incessant foot prodding during dinner. And his incessant setting him up with girls.
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