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Michael is ONLY MARRIED TO MIA. He does not like the name Hymen (duh, who would?) so he goes by Michael. It's explained later why his parents named him that. Again, he is only married once and that is to MIA.

That is an actual name, I looked it up (I think one of you were helping me pick out a terrible name and all we could come up with were normal sounding ones until I stumbled on this one). It was a name that NO man would want, ya know?

JenJen- There is no more cake. Sad huh? It was good too, strawberry filling and everything (yummm, okay, must stop thinking about white cake with strawberry filling.)

AHHH- Good job updating, now go update 'What If'. Aren't I bossy?

We returned to New York with my sister and Shameeka, and acted no differently than before (well, there were massive amounts of PDA on the plane, but who can blame us?). It was incredibly difficult though, considering we were newlyweds. We couldn't show that there was a change in our relationship. We had to act like we were just boyfriend and girlfriend. Only hoping that we would one day get married.

Mia acted all mad at her grandmother the night before her graduation. She knew that it would be the last night she'd have in America, so she was fighting it. I was over the loft for a graduation dinner for her. Her mother covered it up saying that Mia was going to be busy with her friends parties so they were having the party for her the night before. Only a few knew the truth.

"Think we can get out of here?" I whispered to her after we finished our meal.

She looked up at me, "Let me just have some time with Lilly and the others first, okay?"

I nodded. I watched as she put on an act for everyone. Acting like she was excited for tomorrow. Never letting on that she would be leaving New York for good. I was going to miss the little things about her. How she threw back her head when she really thought something was funny. How she twirled her hair when she was focusing on something. The little face she made when she thought someone was an idiot (this appeared when she was talking to some guy her grandmother brought along). The face she made when she was confused.

Around ten o'clock she finally came back to me. "Where to, husband?" she whispered into my ear.

I turned to face her. "Where do you want to go, wife?" I said just as quietly. We are such dorks.

She glanced around the room. "Everyone seems preoccupied now...Let's go to my room."

Her dad would kill me if he walked in and saw us in her room...doing things that I wanted to do to her. Mr. G would kill me. Or at the very least, castrate me. Which is like killing a man.

We made sure no one was looking. I saw Lilly drag Miss Thermopolis toward one of her paintings, complimenting her. I love my little sister.

We got into her darkened room and she bolted the door. "When'd you the dead bolt?" I asked.

"Around my birthday," she replied wrapping her arms around my neck.

"A lot of good things happened around then," I said, leaning down and kissing her neck.

"Oh? Why don't you remind me?"

I stared at the door. "With everyone out there? You are sick babe."

She bit her lip and rolled her eyes.. "Wait here, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Like I had a choice?

She came back with Lilly, Tina and Shameeka. "Yeah, we're just going to listen to some music!" she yelled back to her mom.

"Hey," I said to the girls. Yeah, that is just what I am going to want. My sister and her two best friends watching all this?

"Thanks guys, for covering for us," Mia said as the girls went to the fire escape. "You have no idea how much we appreciate it."
I liked how she said we. Like we were a real couple. Okay, we were a real couple so I should be used to it. But think about how your parents say 'we'. Like they are one person. "What's going on?" I asked.

"See you tomorrow," Lilly said, pulling Mia into a big hug.

"No, come back in about three hours...up the fire escape," Mia instructed. "That way it won't look suspicious."

"This is soo romantic," Tina said with a sigh.

I walked away and let them say their good byes. I didn't want to get involved in their mushiness. "Byyyye Michael," Shameeka said with a wink. "Have fun kids."

"What do I look like, your bitch?" Lilly snapped as she stepped onto the fire escape. "We'll be back." She was still disgusted the very idea of me and Mia being intimate, but she accepted it. Not whole heartedly, but still accepted it.

We were alone. Mia put on her stereo really loudly, and then shut off her light. I really couldn't see her in the darkness. "Mia?" I asked softly.

She came up behind me, "Right here babe."

She put her hands on my waist and lifted my shirt off of me. She kissed my chest fervently. "I love you," she whispered.

No other words were spoken. We laid in bed after, kissing and making plans for the next three years. I had arranged for a semester abroad for the fall, in Spain. Which isn't far from Genovia at all. We would get to share secret weekends together possibly. And then there was writing.

I had gotten a P.O. Box at the post office so her grandmother wouldn't notice a great number of letters coming to my house. We had originally thought she could possibly pretend they were for Lilly, but that wouldn't make sense. Her grandmother wasn't stupid.

I would sign all my letters Henry Richmond Heathcliff ( HRH= His Royal Highness...so what if I wasn't really? I would be eventually). I would mail them from different places so that no one would notice her receiving too many letters from one area. I know, confusing right? Well, we figure the more confusing we make it the less likely it will be for her grandmother to figure it out.

"Everything is air tight then?" she whispered, kissing my chest.

I ran my fingers through her hair. "I think so...are you...." I started. I couldn't get myself to finish the sentence.

"Am I what?" she asked with her chin on my chest. I loved how she looked right there. Her hair still messy from love making. Her cheeks a little red.

"Won't your grandmother try to set you up?" I asked reluctantly.

She rolled her eyes. "We'll figure a way around it. Maybe I could befriend someone and hire them to pretend to be my husband. "

"Don't let them fall in love with you," I said with a pathetic pout.

"You are the only one I'll allow to do that," she said with a goofy grin. "You don't know how perfect you are, do you?"

I kissed her forehead, "I'm going to miss this so much."

"I like how your skin feels," she said putting her cheek on my chest. "It's so soft and warm. And you smell so nice...."

"I try," I replied.

"We better start organizing ourselves here before the girls come back," she whispered. "It's getting quiet out there."

As we got dressed again I started to stare at her. "What?" she asked nervously.

"No...don't cover up," I practically begged. "I don't know when I'll get to see you again. I just want to remember every detail."

She came over and put her hands on my cheeks. "I love you Hymen Renaldo," she said with a grin.

"I prefer Michael."

"But Hymen is my husband," she said with teasing eyes. "But Michael will do."

The next morning I went to the graduation ceremony with my family. An alumni spoke about the rigors of the next four years in college. I looked in the back of the class and saw Mia whispering to Shameeka who was sitting next to her. They were writing something down and giggling. I bet they were playing tic tac toe.

"Lillian Samantha Moscovitz, with honors!" Principal Gupta announced. Lilly walked up and accepted her diploma. She had received some awards during the ceremony as well. My parents had taken about a thousand pictures of Lilly and then of Mia when she got her diploma.

After the ceremony I took a picture with Lilly and then took pictures of my parents with my sister. Mia came up behind me, "Hey stranger!" she said with a grin.

"Hey babe..." I said kissing her cheek. "Congratulations."

"Can I get a picture with you?"

"No, never," I teased. We, along with our families went out to a secluded area of the campus to get pictures taken. Unfortunately the paparazzi figured out where we would be.

Mia and I got our picture taken by a tree where we used to sneak off for lunch during my senior spring semester, and where we'd sometimes meet up even when I was in college. After our picture was taken a bunch of times she turned to me and whispered, "Well, I guess that'll have to be our wedding pictures for now. We'll have to wait for the real thing for three years from now."
I nodded and kissed her forehead. "I'm gonna miss you babe," I whispered. It suddenly hit me that she was leaving in only a few hours.

She looked past me. "I'm leaving now, Michael. I'll talk to you soon?" she said, squeezing her arms around me tightly.

I had to act like I didn't know she was leaving me forever. "Sure babe. Call me tonight?" I sadly was holding back tears. I'm not a crier. I don't cry. I am a man. I am a Moscovitz. We don't cry.

She winked and squeezed my hand. I wasn't going to be getting a phone call, not for a long time. She hugged me tightly before going with her grandmother, "Just don't forget that I love you, okay? No matter what you see in the papers and magazines."

"I know," I managed, "Now, go be a princess."