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DISCLAIMER: Story of the Year owns the first song Razorblades and the second song, Jude Law and a Semester Abroad, belongs to the genius band, Brand New.MICHAEL'S POV
(Michael-regular Felix-bold. Both-Italicized.)
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"DAMN! I LOVE THAT SONG!" Felix said banging hard on the base. He had eventually forgiven me after I told him about my excuse for being the biggest ass ever. "LET'S ROCK THAT ONE OUT AGAIN!"
"Easy, tiger." Shane said shaking hair out of his face. "We've still got to perfect Michael's song." He nodded towards me. Felix and Jake, our drummer, exchanged glances.
"Ok, seriously what is with the smirks, dude? Every time Shane talks about my song, you both go into super secret mode." I said resting my guitar down and running to my case for the next song's music.
"Nothing, dude. We just love your song." Jake said defensively. Felix and Jake started swaying singing my song.
Felix perked up singing rather loudly, "TELL ALL THE ENGLISH LADS YOU MEET!"
Shane and I laughed while Jake pretended to smash hard on the drums "DUN DUN DUN!"
"TELL THEM ABOUT ME CAUSE I'M JUST TOO HOT AND I'VE GOT FAN GIRRRRRRRRLS!" Felix yelped at the top of his lungs. It was really funny to watch this guys at practice. They get so hyped. The bands a real laugh-a-minute. It's easy to tell Shane will be with us a while.
I love the band before shows and when we schedule different band events. That's why we have to make it with this band. I've got dreams and ambitions to fall back on. They don't.
Jake entered my mind pretending to be me singing really high notes, "LA LA LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Come on now, kids. Let's do the next song before my ass falls asleep." Shane said.
Felix frowned like a little puppy. "Yes mom" he joked.
Jude Law and a Semester Abroad
(Michael-regular Felix-bold. Both-Italicized.)
Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at.
He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.
I got a plan. (I got a plan)
Drink for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me..."
I'm without you.
About the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
Yes, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you.
And all this empty space that you create does
Nothing for my flawless sense of style.
It's 8:45.The weather is getting better by the hour.
I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
I'm without you.
So tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
Who would do anything you say.
You're never gonna get it right.
You're never gunna get it.
You're never gonna get it right.
You're never gunna get it.
You're never gonna get it right.
You're never gunna get it.
You're never gonna get it right.
You're never gunna get it.
You're never gonna get it right.
You're never gunna get it.
Okay, no more songs about you.
After this one I'm done.
You're gone.
So tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
"IT'S A FREAKIN MIRACLE!" James bounced off the drums and started waltzing around the room with Felix. We had done it.
My little Loose Ties accomplished the most difficult song we've ever had to perform. And to think, in two days, this would all pay off. Like Spongebob, I'm totally ready… not that I watch Spongebob or anything.
I've just got one more song to sing.
MIA'S POV
I arrived at Lilly's apartment in ten minutes and I still had fury bubbling inside me. Rage was not a term normally used to describe me, but today was different. I can't trust my own family. Who am I supposed to trust? Honestly, royalty is totally stressing me out.
That was a dumb comment.
"LILLY?!" Tina yelled as soon as we walked into the apartment. No one answered. We invited ourselves in, of course, and now questioned if anyone was even occupying the house. It looked so empty. The clock on Lilly's kitchen counter read 5:46.
"Maybe we should sit down…?" I suggested.
"Um, Mia. As fun as that sounds, this is sort of breaking-and-entering. Don't get me wrong, I just LOVE contravention. My favorite part about it is when we sit in their kitchen and wait for them to get home, bu-" Tina was cut off my her own cell phone ringing. I noticed Michael's jacket hanging on the coat rack.
Well, someone was home.
"Mia, I'll be right back." Tina said as she stepped outside Lilly's apartment. We don't normally get good reception.
I sat in silence in the Moscovitz's kitchen just mildly twiddling my thumbs. I knew Michael was home, but where was he? I know this doesn't sound like me, but I needed to sort out what happened. I'm really not being myself today, but I guess in some ways, it's better like this.
Two beeps and a long tone interrupted my concentration. I shoveled through my bag to find my cell phone. Kenny had left me a text message.
Mia- Cant wait 2 c u 2 days. Call me l8r
Luv
-Kenny
This kind of attention from Kenny made me feel bad as a girlfriend, and a person. I remember watching Lifetime movies with Tina and Shameeka where women would cheat on their boyfriends of husbands and we used to always hate them.
I haven't told Tina about what happened with Michael and I, but I honestly need to tell someone. If I told Lilly I know she'd freak on me. I could tell Tina, but I feel as if it needs to stay private until I figure it out.
This had to end.
"Actually, Tina. I'm thinking I'll stay here. I-I don't like blood… or guts…and I want to see if Lilly comes home cause, ya know, she's good at stuff like what I'm going through and I might need a lawyer for my own family which would suck but I really need to identify if lawsuits are necessary because Grandmere might be invading a right from the Constitution and… I'm rambling aren't I?" I said stopping myself abruptly and taking in oxygen.
Tina walked to the door. "Yeah. I understand what you mean, though."
"Oh, good. I'm just going to make my Veggie burger anyway." I said relieved she didn't figure out why I was really staying.
"Hey Mia," she said opening the door.
"Yeah?"
"Have fun with Michael." She said closing the door behind her boot heel. Tina winked at me.
Never underestimate the power of Tina.
MICHAEL'S POV
I got home from practice to a silent house. Lilly had left me a note that she'd be back around nine. Boris had an allergic reaction… blah blah blah… hospital room 143… blah blah blah…keep peanuts out of cookies… blah blah blah
I tossed my jacket on the rack and my house keys in the bowl. 5:23. I've got a few hours before Lilly returns.
I walked up the stairs to my room to find everything scattered across the floor. The window was open, they're were old food wrappers on the floor and a few stains here and there.
Ahh, just how I left you.
I walked over to my desk and plopped on the little headphones to my IpoD. I've gotta say, they can be an utter annoyance. Call me old fashioned, but I like the huge clunky ones you have to put on your ears. Not in them.
My IpoD kind of reminds me of when you were a little kid and your parents took you for a check-up. You'd sit there, humming your merry tune, when this bald guy would come and ask you questions followed up by him sticking large amounts of black plastic in your little ears.
Yeah, I'm a random kid.
The first song that came into my eardrums was the Postal Service-Such Great Heights. Cara had recommended them to me and I didn't like them very much at the beginning. She explained how it wasn't really 'a guy song'. But as of recently, they've become more of my guilty pleasure.
I sank onto my bed thinking about the up-coming concert… how well planned I was about, yet at the same time so unprepared. There were so many things I wanted to be done at this concert… sort of stressing, yet sort of exciting.
Fatigue… suckage. I jumped off of my bed and took off my Qtips, and tossed them in a drawer sticking out of my desk.
I opened the door to my room, I'm sure looking my best, and who do I see sitting in my kitchen indulging herself in a Veggie Burger?
That's right, audience. Feast your eyes on Mia Thermopolis.
MIA'S POV
"Uh… Mia?" Michael asked peering down at me in the doorway of his room.
"Holy shit!" I said jumping and I'm sure spewing out hamburger. I put my hand over my heart. Beating twice as fast. That's normal, because I'm around Michael Moscovitz.
"Thermopolis, not to be rude, but… uh… why are you in my kitchen?" Michael asked coming down the stairs into the kitchen.
Dodge. Run now, Mia. He'll never know… he'll think he was hallucinating.
See, my brain is always so nice to me. I'm almost 100 percent sure it tries to make me achieve higher then I can. Like now, it's telling me to get out of the Moscovitz's apartment, but my other half of my brain is laughing at it going, 'Hahahahaha. Are you kidding!? She can't even MOVE! You obviously know nothing and should keep your silly, silly opinions yourself'
"Thermopolis…? You, uh, in there?" Michael said. Oh great. He's sitting next to me now. Way to be smooth, Mia.
"Sorry, Michael. I just got here, and, um, IwantedtoseeLillybutshewasn'thereso… um. I'd thought I'd wait. I saw you sleeping and I didn't want to wake you, but I wanted to stay incase… uh… Lilly came home? Yeah. In case she came home." I said panicky.
Michael makes my hands sweat… I mean, more then usual. I kept wiping them on my jeans so incase our fingers touched, it wasn't like I just greased my hands.
So really that statement went, 'Sorry wipe Michael. I just got wipe here and, um, wipe…'
You get the idea.
"Why'd you stay here? Did you know I was home?" Michael questioned.
"Well, yeah. I just thought I'd wait for Lilly that's all." I said looking at my combat boots. I just got new, pink shoelaces and they make the boots, like, ten times hotter.
Michael gave me a sly smile. "Here for Lilly, eh?" I blushed profusely.
"Yepp." I am totally sticking to my plan, Michael Moscovitz. Right now one part of my brain is nagging the other one 'UGH! I TOLD YOU SHE SHOULDA RAN! YOU NEVER LISTEN!'
"One might wonder," Michael said leaning on the table between us, "Why you didn't call Lilly's cell?"
"Didn't want to make her… rush or anything." I said.
"Really?" He said, still smiling. "Interesting…" Michael said. He was looking into my eyes now.
"Michael! Are you suggesting that I'm here for… something other then to see my good friend Milly?! That's ridiculous!" I said in defense of myself.
Michael leaned in closer to me. I smelt him… weird I know, but I did it anyway.
"Lilly." He said grinning wider then I've ever seen. He cupped my face in his hands and gently fondled my cheek with his thumb. This was abuse!
Slowly, he pulled his face closer to mine and started to kiss me. I reached my arm behind his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Oh, it felt so good.
Michael pulled away grinning. He dropped my hand gently on my lap. "Well, see you later, Mia." He said still smiling.
Wait, what?
I guess he could tell by the look of complete bewilderment spread across my face, that I was a little shocked, and even a little hurt by this.
"You're with Showalter, remember?" he said grinning… still!
I had completely forgotten about Kenny. How terrible was I? Sitting here making-out with Michael Moscovitz when I had a boyfriend!
"Hey," Michael said touching my arm. "Remember, you'll always have me as a friend." Those words killed me. Michael saw in my eyes he hurt me.
"But if you ever change your mind… you've got my number." He winked… what is it with the constant winking?!
"Later, princess." He said kissing me on the cheek.
Which was Michael's way of saying, 'Make your decision soon.'
…Or maybe he was really saying, 'See ya later, Mia.'
I need to stop thinking now.
Yeah, this was a long one. It's like 4:00am, so I gotta crash. But quick note first:
Karen, this is totally you ;)
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