Chapter Two

"Hey Lilly?" I ask, uncrossing my legs and standing. "I need to check my email before I get going. Our internet is down."

"That's fine. You can use Michael's computer." she says nonchalantly, standing to log onto her own.

"You think that's alright?" I ask nervously.

She scoffs, clicking the 'sign on' icon on her screen. "Yeah... and if it isn't, he can just get over it, the big social retard!" she adds, rolling her eyes.

"Okay." I say, standing up and walking somewhat reluctantly out of her room. I take a peak into the living room where Michael is still loafing around watching Buffy. He looks so cute when he's just relaxing in front of the televison... Oh gaw! Stop! "Hey Michael?" I ask nervously.

"Hmm?" he asks, jumping up a little startled. I didn't realize he had his eyes closed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, fine! What do you need?"

"Oh, Are you going to be going up to the school tonight?" I ask, deciding against checking my email. As much as I would love to be in the room of the love of my life... the place where he dreams up his profound thoughts and sleeps IN HIS BOXERS!!... I decide it might not be the best idea ever. You can only expect me to control myself so much! Why push it?

"Yeah. You?" he asks, sitting up. Was that a spark of interest I just saw? I need to get my head examined, I swear!

"Yes! I've got to go up there for this meeting... thing." I say, trying to hide the small little fact of what the meeting is for. Like I need to brag to Michael. He'll probably just think I'm such a dork of a freshman for entering my works in a unworthy contest. Like it even matters. He's a freaking genius! Like he would be impressed by such a silly little girl's poem.

"Oh, well I've got computer club. You want to walk up there together?" he asks, flashing me one of his heart-stopping smiles. I could melt. Someone, slap me... splash me with cold water... anything will be fine!

"Yeah!" I squeal. "I mean, that would be fine."

"What is this meeting thing you're going to for?" he asks.

Quick woman! Think, think, think... "Woah, we better get going! It starts in half an hour!" I lie, standing up from the couch I had somehow found my way to. So... my meeting is really in about forty-five minutes. He doesn't need to know that.

"You think so?" he asks, looking a little reluctant to tear himself away from the couch just yet.

"Well, yeah. Maybe ten minutes." I smile, sitting down on the couch next to him. I am totally enthralled in Buffy already. I mean c'mon... face the freezing rain outside or stay in a warm apartment snuggled up on the couch (in my mind we're snuggled, of course) with the love of my life? Duh!

I notice how close I am sitting to him. The proximity is definitely making me a little more than slightly nervous. I can smell the soapy scent of his hair. It is nice... hell, it magnificent. The choirs of angels are singing. The pigs are flying. It is heaven, so to speak. I think he notices my sudden mood change.

"Confused?" he chuckles, scooting over and leaning his head forward ever so slightly.

I nod my head, deciding to go along with the whole 'my mood has changed because of my lack of understanding for Buffy idea' even though I already totally picked up why she was beating the vampires butt into the ground.

"You see... the vampire is trying to steal the..." he begins to explain the details. I get lost in what he is saying. He could be telling me about tractor maintenance and I would still find it incredibly hot! I love it when he get's passionate about informing of something. I feel like I somehow matter if he takes the time to try and explain something to me. I'm beyond a dork, but oh well. It's all in the name of love.

As he continues talking, his hand runs over my knee. We are so close. Our faces are only about ten inches apart. I don't know whether he notices this. He goes right on talking about how the vampire is really a ware wolf or whatever. I feel my cheeks flaming. My heart is pounding. I wonder if he can hear that... His hand brushes over my knee again. This time I know it isn't an accident. His fingers lazily run over it, tracing small circles. I feel like I'll bust! I'm going to lose it in 5...4...

"Michael? Mia? What are you guys still doing here? You're going to be late." Lilly screeches, stomping through the room and straight into the kitchen. If Michael didn't know where his hands had been resting (on my knee which was perched right by his leg) well... he does now. He pulls his hand back like he had just touched a box of micro-waved noodles. He coughs nervously. I stand, exhaling loudly. That was close!

Too close!

"We should probably get going." I squeak.

"Good plan!" he smiles, standing and walking over to the coat rack by the door.

I pull on my coat and wait while he does the same.

"After you." he says, opening the door.

I walk through the door and out into the hall, calling a quick goodbye to Lilly. God help me! I just need to get to the school in one piece... brain fully intact.

... or even partially.