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characters, they belong to the fabulous Meg Cabot. So don't sue me!
January 3, 9:30 am, The Loft
I just finished my shower, of course 3 minutes into it my mom ran in to puke. Thank god Mr. G didn't run in after her!
I think I'm going to call Tina, or Lilly. I need to talk to someone. I think Tina would understand more. That's it, I'm calling her. This is how our conversation went:
Me: Hi, is Tina there? Mrs. Hakim Baba: Sure, hold on just a moment please. Tina: Hello? Me: Hi Tina! It's Mia. Tina: Oh my god! Mia! You're back! Me: Yeah! How was your Christmas and New years? Tina: Pretty good! Have you seen Michael? Me: No, I'm scared to call him. Tina: Why?! I'm sure he's waiting by the phone to hear from you. Me: Well I don't know. He probably just thinks of me as his little sister's best friend Tina: Well he kissed you-FRENCH kissed you. I think that counts for something. He wouldn't French kiss you if he didn't think of you as more than that. Me: Well maybe he just got caught up in the moment Tina: I don't think so. What exactly did he say to you at the dance when he came in?? Me: Well he said he meant what he wrote-but I still think that he was just caught up in the moment. Tina: Why would he tell you he meant that he LOVES you if he was just caught up in the moment? Nobody would do that Me: Well I don't know. Maybe he did. But I need to go, I think I'll call Lilly. Tina: Okay. Talk to Michael, I'm sure he's thinking the same thing about you. Me: Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow. Tina: Bye Mia!
I don't know what to do. I guess I'll call Lilly, but what if Michael picks up? Then I'll have to talk to him. Mr. G's calling me, he wants me to eat breakfast. Poor mom is throwing up at the smell of pancakes.
January 3, 9:30 am, The Loft
I just finished my shower, of course 3 minutes into it my mom ran in to puke. Thank god Mr. G didn't run in after her!
I think I'm going to call Tina, or Lilly. I need to talk to someone. I think Tina would understand more. That's it, I'm calling her. This is how our conversation went:
Me: Hi, is Tina there? Mrs. Hakim Baba: Sure, hold on just a moment please. Tina: Hello? Me: Hi Tina! It's Mia. Tina: Oh my god! Mia! You're back! Me: Yeah! How was your Christmas and New years? Tina: Pretty good! Have you seen Michael? Me: No, I'm scared to call him. Tina: Why?! I'm sure he's waiting by the phone to hear from you. Me: Well I don't know. He probably just thinks of me as his little sister's best friend Tina: Well he kissed you-FRENCH kissed you. I think that counts for something. He wouldn't French kiss you if he didn't think of you as more than that. Me: Well maybe he just got caught up in the moment Tina: I don't think so. What exactly did he say to you at the dance when he came in?? Me: Well he said he meant what he wrote-but I still think that he was just caught up in the moment. Tina: Why would he tell you he meant that he LOVES you if he was just caught up in the moment? Nobody would do that Me: Well I don't know. Maybe he did. But I need to go, I think I'll call Lilly. Tina: Okay. Talk to Michael, I'm sure he's thinking the same thing about you. Me: Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow. Tina: Bye Mia!
I don't know what to do. I guess I'll call Lilly, but what if Michael picks up? Then I'll have to talk to him. Mr. G's calling me, he wants me to eat breakfast. Poor mom is throwing up at the smell of pancakes.