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Chapter 4 : Kiss

"Hasn't it been over an hour?" Mia asked.

"Yeah, I don't know what they're playing at," Michael growled. He hit the alarm button but nothing happened, it didn't even flash. "Oh no. Please, no."

"What's wrong?"

"Looks like the power is out. Man, this sucks!"

"Hey, Michael, calm down. We're going to be fine."

"I should be the one telling you that," he replied with a sigh. "I'm meant to be the strong one."

Mia was shocked. Normally it would have been at the self-disbelief he was displaying, but her tiredness, boredom and nervousness all campaigned to force her to react to the implication that lay behind his words. "Are you saying I'm weak?"

"Not at all, I just –"

"Sounded that way to me."

"I'm just saying, if my life isn't bad enough already, I'm now stuck in a tiny enclosed space. Basically, I'm living my worst nightmare."

"You think YOUR life is bad?!" she exclaimed.

"Well – yeah." He shrugged.

"There is no way your life is worse than mine." She didn't even stop to think about how childish that sounded, but it didn't matter – Michael was in no mood to realise the immaturity of the discussion which was quickly escalating to an argument.

"And what's so bad about yours? I mean you're a princess, what the hell could be wrong that you can't throw money at?"

Mia jumped to her feet, eyes blazing with anger. She hadn't felt this incensed since – well, since she was told she was a princess.

"You want a list? OK. Well, for starters, being a princess isn't just prancing around in pretty dresses shaking hands with people. The future of an entire country rests on my shoulders, and the person responsible for making sure I can fulfil my duties has made torturing me her personal hobby. I'm failing algebra – despite the fact that my mother is married to my algebra teacher! - my best friend is a genius whilst I have no talent to speak of, my breasts haven't grown in three years, I'm practically the height of a pro basketball player, and to top it all off the guy I've loved for approximately half my life is already dating someone who can clone things, whilst I can't even multiply fractions." She paused for breath at last, and heaved a sigh, whilst Michael got to his feet opposite her, his eyes locked on hers.

"You may put my problems to shame, but don't think you're the ONLY one that has trouble in their life."

"So what's so bad about yours? Far as I can see you're a rich kid with a regular 2.4 children family. You even have a dog! Not to mention you're a certified genius – oh, and I don't see the fate of a 50,00 people strong population laid at your door."

Michael rolled his eyes. "I may be rich, but you're the spoiled one. Try taking a look at problems away from yourself for once!"

"Excuse me?"

"You want MY list? Well, it's not so much a list as the simple fact that I'm under so much pressure from everyone I'm totally freaking out. Everyone expects the best from me, but what if I can't deliver? Add to that the fact that my love life is completely messed up due to me loving someone unattainable, and you've got your regular screwed up teen. But oh no, Princess Amelia doesn't see this, as she's so wrapped up in herself."

The two were standing opposite each other, breathing heavily, glaring at each other. Suddenly, before Mia even had time to register what was happening he had taken a long stride towards her, placed his hands on either side of her head, and pressed his lips against hers.

Automatically, Mia pushed him away. "What are you doing?" she shrieked. "You can't shout at me like that, then – then kiss me!"

"I'm sorry, I –" Before he could finish the phone rang again. Michael tore his intense gaze away from her and snatched up the receiver. When he put it down again his face was stony.

"What did they say?"

"Powers out in the whole block. They can't do anything until it's back, another hour at least."

Mia let out a groan and sank back to the floor. Michael watched her for a few moments, before turning away and mentally cursing himself.

Friday December 11th 11:13pm Moscovitz's apartment building elevator.

What on god's green earth just happened?

Michael Moscovitz just kissed me. He KISSED me. ME! And I pushed him away.

Good move Mia; make him think that you hated it, when it's what you've wanted for the past eight years. So much for Gifted and Talented, you should be in Stupid and Dense class.

Then again, maybe it was the right thing to do. Where the hell does he get off telling me I'm selfish and don't care about others? I want to save the whales, don't I?

Oh no.

Did I really just mention my lack of chest to Michael Moscovitz? Oh god.

I mean it's not like he hasn't noticed already, but did I really have to spell it out and draw attention to my freakish lack of breasts?

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

I just realised – not only did I scream at him that I have nothing to speak of in the upper region of my body, I mentioned that I'm in love with a guy who's dating a girl that can CLONE THINGS.

How many girls are there in Manhattan that can clone things?

I'd hazard a guess at not many. And it's not like he's dumb, he's a registered genius for crying out loud! He is SO go to work out who I meant.

I am such a doofus!

Mia yawned and stretched, before laying her coat on the floor and curling up on it to try and sleep. Michael watched her for a while, studying the gentle curve of her nose, and the way her dark eyelashes lay against her fair skin.

As soon as he thought she was asleep he carefully folded up his hoody and crawled across the elevator, then lifted her head gently and tucked it underneath.She opened her eyes and blinked at him.

"Shhh," he murmured, stroking her hair back from her face. She smiled sleepily and closed her eyes once more, the soft touch of his hand lulling her to sleep.

Author's Note : Sorry this took so long. I hope it was worth the wait!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed. 14 reviews for one chapter?! Wow, I was so happy!

Sweetalycia, Maggie, Laynie, Liliana Moon, Kira, SiriusSweetie7, LadyMadFire, Meg, MelancholicPolarBear – Thanks for all the compliments!

Multicolouredsaz – Hehe, I thought it was kinda cute on him! I'm not sure about feeding him cheese though...!

Daylight Dancer – It doesn't sound stupid! Thanks so much! And I've started reading your Crackhead Chronicles and – wow! They're so good!

Robtaymattlouned – Hope you had a good time wherever you went! I'm guessing from your name you like Rooney – me too! There was a BBQ at one of my friend's house last week, and one of my other friends had brought a CD he made. We were listening to it, and "I'm Shaking" came one (which is one of my favourites) and I jumped up going "yay! YAY!" and my friend was like "Oh my god, you like Rooney too?!" and we were both jumping up and down screaming, with everyone else thinking we were crazy! Mwahaha.

Smert – I'm trying to explore a different side to Michael, which I think he could well have. I've seen calm, confident guys turn into complete nervous wrecks thanks to claustrophobia, so it is realistic! I'm trying to make the chapters longer, but it isn't meant to be an epic, it's just a cute little fic, so shorter chapters work. For me, anyway!

Mia – I think it's a cool name! And again about Michael, he is acting that way because of the claustrophobia, which I can imagine him having!

WhiteEyedAngel – they got action! Wahoo! Lol. Well, kinda anyway...!

Shilly – don't we all! Wish we were Mia that is!

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