Authors Note:
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And with that said, I'll begin the chapter!
MIA'S POV
"Hey, it's Mia. Leave your beep after the message… I mean... wait!"
-BEEP-
"Mia? Mia, it's Kenny. Please pick up. We haven't talked in ages! I-I miss you, Mia. What happened? Is everything ok? The shows tomorrow, Mia! I want to see you again. I just want to…-gulp- seeyourface." Kenny heaved a heavy sigh. "Well, I bet your running out of tape, so I'm going to go now. But please Mia, call me, ok? I love you."
At this point my answering machine started talking gibberish about the end of message one. I played with the string at the end of my pillowcase. My blue nail polish was chipped. I gnawed against my cuticles until it bled.
I felt like a cinder block had been dropped at the bottom of my stomach. How was I going to tell him?
Yesterday after Michael and I kissed, I left Lilly's. I couldn't take it. Michael is such a confusing person. I left her a note that I was there and that we needed to talk. Still haven't heard from her… wonder what's wrong?
A deep sigh came shooting out of my chest. Why am I doing this? It's easy. I break up with Kenny, I get Michael… right? But that doesn't seem right. How much of a terrible person would I be if I just left Kenny like that to be with someone else?
I heard the buzzer to the apartment go off. I of course paid no attention to it and threw myself under a pillow. How to tell Kenny… there had to be a way that wouldn't hurt him. And that's my main priority… don't hurt Kenny.
And get Michael.
I pushed the pillow harder against my scalp. Why am I being such a… bitch?
"Cooking cooking cooking. Michael loves the cooking! Michael is hurting his hands while cooking! Lala, OH COOOOOO-"
"CAN IT, MICHAEL! I'LL BE DOWN THERE TO KICK YOUR ASS IN SEVEN SECONDS IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" Lilly cackled down the steps to my happy haven of baking.
"Party pooper!" I yelled back to her. I had been a cooking spree the entire evening. I made stupid stuff, omelets with faces of ham, pancakes with an attempt to look like Mickey Mouse (but really looking like a dump truck), a little bacon mountain I like to call, CONQUERING THE EVILS OF LILLY.
Really, it was fascinating.
When I was little my parents and I always did this fun thing called Breakfast for Dinner. I was just trying to re-invent my youth before Lilly decided to morph in to 'Rosemary's baby' mode.
I sat down with all my lovely creations and began to eat. Oh, Michael. You're such a fabulous cook.
I cooked on my words… and my pancake. "Or not..." I said aloud standing from my chair to get a drink. I felt something sticking on the hem of my pant pocket and turned to see a magazine hanging from my pants.
I pulled it off and was stunned to see Mia modeling in an extremely classy evening gown. I slowly sank back into my seat and read things about Mia I've never known. My foot tapped to a single beat that popped into my head.
I stood up slowly and pushed away my food. This really was no time for childhood. MICHAEL'S POV
Mia's buzzer had my fingertips shaking. I'm glad I hit the right button. I leaned my head against the wall outside her apartment building. The sky looked so clear. But you couldn't see a star. Hell, you can never see a star in this city.
"Yeah?" was the speaker box's response. It was Mrs. Thermopolis. I took in a deep breath and reached out to press the button for the Thermopolis's apartment. Now or never.
Single droplets drip slowly onto my skull. What the…?
MIA'S POV
A couple of months ago I was in Genovia. Out on the castle's Grand Courtyard there was a small white bench. I slept there two nights in a row until Grandmere caught me and told me that I was a disgusting animal who needed to be trained like her dog. Those two nights were the best of my time in Genovia. Know why?
I could see stars.
Billions of them! Just floating overhead. If you focused on one star, you'd realize that there were millions more in the same exact spot. Stars are truly astonishing.
I hauled a sleeping bag along with a jumble of paper, a pen, my cell phone, and a flashlight and staggered onto my fire escape. No stars… never are.
I notice a leaking pipe on the side of my house. Hmm… inspiration is coming in short circuits tonight.
Dripping Pipe
A dribble and a drip.
The facets won't tip.
Will melodies make you with of me?
Specks of tile and a signal harmony.
Shower Singer… oh shower singers.
What the hell is this garbage!? I ripped up the piece of paper and threw it over the railing. Why am I struggling so much?
"Hey, princess!" someone yelled beneath me. I looked through the grid of iron to see Michael Moscovitz standing under my fire escape with shreds of paper in his hair and on his jacket. "Drop something?" he asked smiling.
I shook my head.
"No? Well then I guess we'll have a problem. Littering isn't what nice girls do." He said with his usual goofy grin… his gorgeous, wonderful, goofy grin.
I inhaled and tried my best not to squeak. "If you promise not to tell the cops, I promise I won't litter." I said trying not to stammer. He laughed and even from a story above I knew his eyes were twinkling. I smiled weekly at him. What can I do? I know I want to be with him, he just doesn't know that.
"Let me up?" he asked pointing to the intercom. I shook my head silently. The twinkle on his facial expression faded. He looked at me somberly and shrugged his shoulders as he started to walk away.
I jumped to the ladder and asked leaning on the side railing. "Where you going?"
He turned around looking confused. He saw the ladder and right away the glimmer in his expression popped back into my head.
He gracefully walked up the ladder to my little slumber party. "Hmm…" Michael said. "Nice crib, Thermopolis."
"Yeah. I cleaned up." I said kicking the flashlight to the side. Michael laughed and we both just sort of stood there for a second until he reached out and took a pillow from under my sleeping bag.
MICHAEL'S POV
I guess by stealing her pillow I sort of threw Mia a little. Once we sat down things seemed a lot calmer between us and the tension was gone… sort of.
"Thermopolis," I began taking her out of her daze. "I was, um, cooking before and I sat on you… well not you, per say. But I sat on my kitchen chair and I… found this." I said handing her the magazine draped in her pictures. She flushed a bit taking the magazine from me.
"…Thanks." She mumbled. I couldn't stand it any more. I had come with so much to say, so many things to be accomplished. And with the sight of Mia gazing away at the star-less Manhattan sky I had lost them all. I felt paper in my sweatshirt pocket. The song I had written for Mia was still gently folded in my grasp.
"Michael," Mia asked flipping through pages of photos of herself. "Michael, why are… you here?" she inquired, her voice shaking.
"To give you your magazine." I said nodding towards her hands.
"Please," she said holding up her hand. "Michael the past few days have been the most confusing days of my life. Why are you here? Do you honestly have feelings for me? I can't do this to Kenny, Michael." Mia confessed holding her blonde hair in her fingertips. I saw two silent tears run down the side of her face.
"Mia," I said gently touching her arm. "Look, I'm really sorry. I'll leave you alone." I stood up from her pillow and brushed off my pants. I felt a slight tug on the hem of my pants.
"Please," Mia said. "I haven't been able to write at all. If you're going to leave, give me an explanation."
"Ok, princess." I took her hand in mine. "Just give me one thing."
A/N: I'm sorry this was so short. I just REALLY want to get onto the next chapter. I have a few ideas many of you will like… hopefully ;) I think this was a bad follow-up to the other chapter. Sorry. It will get better.
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