I can't believe I've made it this far with this story. I'm extremely thankful to all reviewers you're all the most complimentary people I've ever met. Thank you.
But my e-mail still sucks so when I thank you next time, I'll try really hard to actually remember all of you. –Embarrassed look-
I was going in a different direction with this chapter, but my good friend had a difficult scenario in her life so I decided to make this more appropriate for her.
Disclaimer- I don't any of the original ideas, which belong to Meg Cabot. If I did, I'd be rich and my computer wouldn't bite the big one.MICHAEL'S POV
I sat with Mia's hand in mine and explained myself. The song, Judith's intentions of dating Adam, my injudicious behavior, everything. Relief washed over her moon-struck face with every passing sentence. But every time Kenny's name came up, the look of joy would wash itself away.
Mia talked with me and explained how she couldn't just dump Kenny like that. It was too harsh. I mean, the guy did proclaim love to her… yet so did I. But Mia seemed too confused by the whole situation that I didn't want to make it more stressful to her. I should be happy for her, when secretly I'd like to hang Kenny's intestines outside my window…
Yeah, ok. I'm totally not crazy.
I told Mia that I promise to leave her and Kenny alone. She just gave me a silent nod as two tears ran down the sides of her cheeks. I kissed her on the cheek wiping away one of her tears with my lip.
This is when all hell broke loose.
MIA'S POV
"MIA!" he screamed as he burst through my door staring at Michael and I sitting on my fire escape with my hand in his. Fury ran through Kenny's eyes. If there was one way I was going to break up with Kenny this wouldn't be it.
I jumped to my feet and scurried towards him as he stood in the center of my room with shock all over his face. I tried to calm him as best I could, though my words did nothing.
"Kenny. Oh God, Kenny I'm sorry. Listen I've been trying to figure this out and-" I gently reached for his hand.
"Shut up, Mia." He interrupted slapping his hand away from mine. The shock was replaced by anger. I took in a vague sent of Kenny as he spit at me. Alcohol. He really doesn't know what "Four months. Four months, Mia and this is what I get from you? I should've known as soon as you got your little make over you'd become this clingy, immature teenager." He said pushing me away from him.
"Hey, Kenny." Michael said defensively. "Let's not get out of control. It's not Mia's fault so don't be angry with her. If you're going to be angry with anyone let it be me." Michael said stepping closer to Kenny. "I don't think you know what you're doing."
Kenny laughed loudly. "Judith wasn't enough for you? God, Moscovitz you always need more. Or was Mia just a little toy for you until you got out of your little rut? You were always selfish, but I didn't know it could come so far as to taking other people's girlfriends." Kenny said spitting at Michael.
"Kenny…" I said gently trying to take him out of this mode. "Please, listen."
"Don't 'Kenny' me you rancid groupie."
"Hey!" Michael said growing angry he stood closer to Kenny and I knew it was my cue to back away. But why was I being such a coward? Lilly always tells me to fight for myself, so why wasn't I? Suddenly I heard a large slam and Kenny was on the floor with Michael standing over him. I let out a shriek and Lars ran into the room. He tossed Michael aside and demanded an explanation.
Michael ran a few fingers through his hair and looked embarrassed. "Sorry, Lars. I took it out of control. It won't happen again." I stood there in the back of the room like a diminutive child.
"NOW HE'S FIGHTING FOR YOU?" Kenny screamed as Lars pulled him up, his lip bleeding. "YOU NEVER COULD DEFEND YOURSELF, COULD YOU PRINCESS?" Lars hassled to keep Kenny under his left arm. I'd never seen him this angry. It was so out of character.
"Michael, I think it would be best if you left." Lars said to Michael. This is enough. "IT'S FUNNY, THOUGH. I'M SURE YOU HAVE NO TROUBLE KISSING MICHAEL, EH? GOD, MIA YOU ALWAYS WERE A TERRIBLE LIAR." Kenny screamed as Michael headed towards the fire escape.
I wish he would just shut up. I want to punch him so badly. I've never really hit anyone before.
Kicking has always been my thing.
I stood back and balanced my weight on the balls of my feet. I took my aim at Kenny as his mouth was still on full ramble of mean things towards me. I couldn't take it! Lars was still struggling to maintain Kenny as I swung my leg back and took on full force right at his…'nether region'. Two seconds later, Kenny's eyes were bulging out of his head, filled with tears.
Lars turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow. My hands quickly covered my mouth as I had forgotten what exactly I just did. Oh my goodness. I just kicked Kenny's… thingy! I let out a small gasp and tried my best not to over obsess.
"Well," Lars said in as cool of a voice as he always had. "That's what happeneds when you bad mouth a lady."
MIA'S POV
I picked my purple phone off the cradle and started dialing. Once the ringing came I flopped myself onto my bed with my green fuzzy slippers in the air. Sunshine filled most of my room like a soft mist. 10:30am. It's going to be a good day.
I called Kenny before and apologized for last night. He did also, but was still angry with me. He explained that he didn't mean the hurtful things and that it was the Budweiser that got the best of him.
"Hello?" I heard from the other side of the earpiece. A voice I've longed to hear for so long. Someone who needs to be apart of my life right now.
You're thinking Michael, right?
Girls are the pearls, love.
"Hey, Tina. It's Mia. Boy do I have a story for you…"
MICHAEL'S POV
Not too sure what's happening with Mia right now. I remember last night and how she totally took a nice swift kick at Kenny. It really didn't seem like Mia, but Kenny was pretty aggravating so I could see where she was coming from. As Mia had her mini panic attack, I ducked out gracefully tripping down the fire escape. The band and I have been warming up all day. I haven't sung much, as to not wear out my voice. Warming up is key. We do have a new line-up, though.
Breathing
Shiver
Razorblades
Calm Before the Storm
The Tension and the Terror
Jude Law and a Semester Abroad
Magazines
Shane had us add a new song we've only recently started working on. He said it'd be exclusive for our small crowd, something for them to tell their friends. I'm thinking we put it in after The Tension and the Terror. Anyway, the name of the song is Wonder wall. Shane wrote it last minute and we've been practicing it all week.
I honestly think we're ready for this.
MIA'S POV
I talked to Tina for about an hour and after a desperately needed shower, I asked Lars to drive me over to her place.
We talked about everything.
I really missed her. Comforting was never anything I was good at, but Tina. She could do it professionally. With Kenny we decided it would be best if we didn't see each other for a while. Which would mean that I would have an extra ticket to tnights show so…
"OH MY GOSH!" Cara screamed once I told her the news. "I WOULD LOVE TO COME! THANK YOU SO MUCH, MIA! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" was the reaction I got from Cara. I'm guessing she's a yes.
Cara questioned how I had an extra ticket when she couldn't find them anywhere. It wasn't that the band was sold out… you just couldn't find them. With a deep sigh I told her a friend backed out.
Hey, she doesn't need to know. I'm not an open book anymore. Besides, the whole world doesn't need to know my story.
Not from me at least. It'll be all over the papers tomorrow.
I talked to Grandmere this morning and she explained about the Parliament meeting that was scheduled in three days. As soon as the concerts over, I'm heading to Genovia for a while. Maybe there I can figure some things out.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
NEW TWIST! I know some of you might be thinking it was a little out of character for Mia to kick Kenny like she did, but I think it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. And besides, afterwards she did have a panic attack.
I have a new little dilemma. See, I hate it when people write,
'Ooh this sucks, I hate my story, blah blah blah, have pity on me. BUT READ IT ANYWAY.' Newsflash, if you're story sucks and you say that it does, people don't want to read it.
I've rarely seen it here, but honestly. Try and have a little more confidence, eh? Until next time,
Maureen