Disclaimer : I own nothing. Except the packet of veggie burgers, I bought them earlier!

Author's Note : Just a quick chapter before I go to my second to last exam. Hurrah, they're nearly over! Last one is tomorrow, so after that I'll be able to write more. The next chapter is going to be the eventful one! Well, one of them.

I hope this isn't too boring.

Friday December 11th 10:28pm Moscovitz's apartment building elevator.

Help.

Seriously, I'm going nuts. Michael hasn't said anything to me in exactly 14 minutes and 29 seconds. He looks a total mixture of angry, terrified and nervous, three traits that don't often appear in him. I haven't got a clue how to handle it.

Grandmere spent months telling me how to sit properly, what fork to use, and how to answer someone when they tell you they love you. But did she ever teach me something useful, like how to deal with the guy you love with all your heart when he's rocking backwards and forwards in the corner with his hands over his eyes?

That'd be a no.

"This is getting pretty old, pretty fast, isn't it?"

"You could say that," Michael replied, taking his hands away long enough to answer her.

"Candy?"

"Sure."

She fished out a candy bar from the bag which had been discarded on the floor and handed it to him. As he reached out a hand to take it from her, she noticed a deep purple bruise running along his knuckles. She gasped. "What happened to you hand?!"

"Oh, it bruised when I, er – when I hit the wall." He looked sheepish, and in any other situation she would have been floored by the cuteness of the expression in his eyes, but she was too busy worrying about him to notice it.

"It looks painful...hang on." She reached back into the bag and pulled out the frozen packet of veggie burgers. "Still cold," she said triumphantly, and placed it over his hand. She had hers underneath, supporting his hand, and almost swooned at the gentle pressure of his firm hand, and the touch of his soft skin. "Better?" she asked.

"Much." He smiled at her, then quickly looked down. "You know, if you ever give up on saving the whales, you could be a nurse."

"Me? Yeah right," she laughed. "Anyway, I'll NEVER give up on saving the whales."

"That's what I love about you Mia, you're so passionate about what you care about, and go on believing it no matter what."

Alarm bells started ringing in her head. 'Whoa,' Mia thought. 'Did Michael Moscovitz just use the "L" word about me? He did! He really did!' The alarm bells changed to the sweet song of birds and heavenly music as she practically melted to the floor. Michael suddenly went bright red, realising what he'd just said.

"I mean, you wont even let being a princess get in the way of Greenpeace!" he joked, trying to ease the situation. She managed a smile, then realised she was still holding his hand and quickly let go, leaning back against the wall.

They sat in silence for a few more moment, then Michael took the burgers off his hand, drew his knees back up to his chest, and tipped his head back to rest against the wall.

Friday December 11th 10:44pm Moscovitz's apartment building elevator.

I am so fully going to go crazy in here.

A/N : Thanks to PunkHottie87, MelancholicPolarBear, Katie, Laynie and Pinklebabe for reviewing!

PunkHottie87 – I just kinda figured he would be. I thought it was a cute little idea!

Katie – Hehe, me too! This is totally Robert Carmine (with slightly better hair!) I'm on your favourites? Aw, gee! Wow, thank you!

Laynie – I'm doing my best! Thanks for the compliments!

Pinklebabe – Ditto! Thank you!