It was a ten minute drive from Lilly's apartment to the one Michael had found. Michael helped Mia out of the car, then took her hand and they went inside. It was a nice place, with two bedrooms and two bathrooms, a huge kitchen and a nice living room. It was even furnished, although Michael decided he would use his own furniture from his bedroom, and he was going to buy a new sofa and chair.
"What do you think?" He asked her after the grand tour.
"Michael, it's wonderful! But what do you need two bedrooms for?" Mia asked, poking her head into the second bedroom.
"Oh, you know-- those late night rendevous with women I hardly know." He said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He pushed her hair out of the way and started to kiss her neck. She smiled and turned around.
"Michael..." She warned. "Not now..."
"Yes, now." Michael said as he kissed her lips. Mia pushed her arms out from under his chest and put them around his neck. He pushed her hair out of her eyes and opened the door to the bedroom. They stumbled into and fell onto the bed. Michael pulled off his t-shirt and threw it onto the bed. He kissed his way down her face and had his hand on the bottom of her sweater when his cell phone rang.
"Damn!" He cursed, rolling off of her and snatching the phone off his belt.
"Hello!!" He yelled into it.
"Michael? This is Helen Gianini, Mia's mother. Is she with you? She left this morning and we've called everywhere and can't seem to find her." She sounded very worried.
"No, she's not here." Michael said, watching Mia as she sat up and pulled her sweater down. She brushed her hair out of her face, then leaned her chin on Michael's shoulder.
"Oh, okay. Thanks again. If you see her, could you tell her to come home soon? Or at least call us?"
"Sure Ms. G. Bye."
"Bye." Michael turned off the phone and sighed. He ran a hand through his sloppy, curly hair and looked at Mia.
"Mom?" She asked. Michael nodded. Mia rolled her eyes sadly. "I'm sorry Michael."
"It's okay. C'mon, I'll drive you—wait a minute....wait just a---it might work, I'll have to ask first but...Mia, I think I know a way you can stay in New York."
"Huh?" Mia asked with her hand on the bedroom door knob.
"C'mon!" Michael pulled on his shirt and grabbed her hand. He dragged her out of the bedroom and out to the car. He sped all the way back to her apartment.