Author's note: Aw, how cute, you guys thought this was over! Come on, would I leave it like that? Naw, I've just been procrastinating. And kicks me off everytime I have tried to load this chapter so I took it as a sign to change it a little.

Michael 'didn't know' Mia was leaving because her grandmother didn't want anyone to know. It was supposed to be a secret that only her family knew about. Cuz who knows what Michael would do if he knew Mia was leaving...he might run off with her and elope, right?

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The weeks before I got my first letter from her were pretty hard, but I started working at that internship again and started a new band to fill in any extra time. "Michael?" my mother called. I was in my bedroom at the apartment.

"Yeah Mom?" I asked.

"You have to go get your photo taken for your passport. Plus, Maya is sick so you have to pick up our dinner."

I hit a final key at my computer. "Sure thing Mom."

"Have you heard from Mia?" she asked. She could tell I was missing her, but who couldn't?

I shook my head. We had to give the impression that we were totally over and done with. That she was blowing me off. "What am I getting for dinner?"

"Mr. Wong's. Here's some money hon," she said handing me a fifty.

"Thanks. Later, Mom."

My internship was a real experience this year. They had me working with a group on a major project, and I made some new friends.

"Michael, want to get some dinner tonight?" Alex asked, hitting me on the back.

I turned to my new co-worker, "Aw no. I have some things back home to do," I replied. Things being writing to Mia.

"Oh come on! All of us are going for some drinks. It won't be the same without you."

Alex put his hand on mine and then pulled me toward the door, "I won't take no for an answer."

So we went to a bar. I had a few drinks and avoided eye contact with women. I didn't want anyone to think I was accessible. I didn't want Mia to hear anything bad about me. I got her to marry me, I didn't want her to divorce me.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked, sipping his Zima.

"Nothing is wrong," I replied.

"You look sad," he replied.

"No...not sad," I said forcing a smile. "Just a bit bored with the bar scene. I'm gonna go home. See you guys tomorrow!" I said waving to my co-workers.

Alex and I became really tight that summer. We'd get dinner after work, see a movie or two. But I kept thinking about how much Mia would hate what Alex was eating (often he had pork or steak), or how much she'd love the action movies we often saw. Alex hated the movies though. He didn't see the point in cars flipping over or the pointless sex scenes.

He was kind of weird like that, but I never thought about it too much. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" he asked, leaning over my cubicle.

I shrugged. I was expecting a letter from Mia any day now. Hopefully I'd spend the night reading a letter and writing back to her. "Busy," I lied.

"What, maybe a date or something?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.

I looked up at him for a second, "Um, what?"
"Do you have a date?"

"No."

"Oh come on, who's the lucky girl?"

"I don't date girls," I replied, realizing that I had practically just said I was gay. "I mean, I'm not dating anyone at the moment."

"I see," he said with a grin. "Well, see you tomorrow Moscovitz."

So I was the dutiful son that summer. Or that was what I was planning on being at least. The only times I'd be a jerk are when I have gotten a letter from Mia and hadn't gotten to read it yet.

Michael-

Grandmere really thinks I am forgetting all about you! I am considering a career in Hollywood for this performance! At first I would talk about you all the time, but as the weeks passed I have slowly stopped bringing up your name. This pains be so much because there are all these things around me and I'm like 'Michael would love this!' or , ' Michael would think this is funny', and I want to call you right up, but I can't.

It gets lonely though. I mean, back in New York I'd get lonely, but you were only a few blocks away and I could sneak off to sleep in your bed with you. In your arms. Michael, when are you getting here for the fall semester? I can't stand being apart...how are we going to do this for three whole years almost?

Love Always, Purple

I had started calling her purple after we got married because her initials, like mine, were now M.M...M&M, and her favorite kind was the purple kind. So her code name was now Purple.

Mia-

I'm pulling the sad puppy act, which isn't that far off course actually. It's kind of pathetic how much I am missing you. Everything makes me think of you, even work now. Because you surprised me outside of it last summer when you got back from Genovia. I eat my lunch on that bench every afternoon, sad huh?

People don't mention your name around me anymore. When Lilly wants me to start being nicer to her she mentions it so I get all uncomfortable, or am actually forced to act so. In all honesty hearing your name is the best part of my day. I love you.

We will make it through the next few years. And imagine what a shock it'll be! And think of it this way, if you are disowned I'll have already started a job here and we can settle down and have our own quiet life in New York, or where ever you want to live. You can have whatever you want.

Love Always, HRH

I imagined she'd be cuddled up in her robe in bed when she read this. She'd have Lifetime playing in the background and a bowl of M&M's on her lap. Her grandmother would have probably thought that Mia had a secret boyfriend that she wasn't ready to reveal quite yet. Mia would be funny trying her best to hide this secret.

The summer went by surprisingly quickly. Alex was really starting to creep me out. He was always asking me to hang out, which is perfectly normal, but he seemed to be constantly flirting with me as well. He continuously complimented my eyes and always asked where I got my 'fab' clothes.

"I'm leaving on August twenty third," Alex explained. "When are you getting out of here?"

I threw my keys into my pocket. "The twenty ninth. I'm meeting my friend there."

Alex's eyebrow raised. "Oh? You have Spanish friends?"

I laughed, "No, she's Genovian."

Again the eyebrow raised. "She? I didn't know you had female friends. I thought you didn't date?

" I don't date. I never said I was dating her, did I?"

He smirked, "Intriguing. You don't hear of too many people from there. How would you know someone like that?"

Clearly Alex hadn't seen my picture in Young Royalty, People or Star Magazine. "My uh...well, you know."

"Princess Amelia?"

No one called her that. "Uh, yeah. I haven't seen her in awhile so....."

"I'd love to meet her," Alex confessed. "She always reminded me of Princess Di."

I burst out laughing. I mean, I didn't know Princess Diana so I can't really say Mia is anything like her. But the Mia I know is a real person. I'm sure the princess was as well, but seeing her in all the magazines makes her seem almost like a character. I'm sure Mia is like that to the rest of the world, but not to me. And she wasn't sad. At least we were able to secure her happiness before she was shipped off to Genovia.

"Yeah, well, she's just Mia to me."

"You love her, don't you?"

That was just a teeny understatement. "Yeah, well, I can't really talk about it. But we'll meet up when we get there, right?"

"Sure. Definitely. I have to go...I have this thing with this guy..."

My turn to raise my eye brows. "Oh, that's...uh, cool. Talk to you later. You have my cell number right?"

He nodded. "See ya. Have a safe trip."

Michael-

Only one month until you are in Europe! I cannot wait to visit Spain...I hear it is beautiful in the fall...hehe! I don't know when I will be able to get there because I have all these new classes to be taking. I'm going to be taking a music theory class, aren't you so proud? This summer I have been taking some piano lessons, I've mastered the scales and am moving onto real songs. Just wait, I'll be better than you someday! No, that's a lie. You taught yourself, ya nerd.

You know what is weird? I look forward to your letters and to writing to you, but once I get a chance to sit down and write I totally forget everything I want to say to you. Throughout my days I think about you and the things that you would like...but then they just seem silly to write about to you. Is it bad that I find very little to write about? I mean, all that I really want is to hold your hand and to tell you about these things...I get so sad knowing that I won't get to have our relationship out in the open like before...at least not for a while. I have to go...Grandmere wants me to meet this man named Evan. That name makes me think of Evian water. Now I am rambling and putting off meeting this man. Get this, he plays water polo and collects Backstreet Boy memorabilia. And she is expecting me to give her heirs with someone like that? She's gone senile. I love you.

Counting the hours!

- Purple