A/N: WOOHOO!!! I'm so psyched that you guys are enjoying this! That rocks!!

I had some of my non-internet friends of mine (yeah, I have some LOL) read this and one of them was like, "Well how the hell did they even crash on the island in the first place????" So I'll have to reveal that in some point of the story. Probably the end. But this thing is SO far from ending. And I'm just going to keep you guys wanting more. That is why everyone hates stories that come in serials. Oh dear, too bad. THANKS FOR KEEPING UP WITH ME AND KEEP READING! *smiles widely*

The Island Diaries

Chapter 3: Wow. Um, Yeah…

Mia's Diary--

Friday, June 15, 2002 - n/a

Michael tried his best to help us to rescue. It was the birds that did it. It was the birds that wrecked his spirit. When his laptop was pecked and pooped on, something just broke inside of Michael. I've never, ever seen him so sad as now. Even when our plane crashed on the island he wasn't so crushed. It was almost as if he kind of liked the fact of being stranded on some stinky piece of land with me. HA! I make myself laugh with twisted, morbid humor!

Poor Michael… I don't want to see him like this. I care too much about him. I really, really do. I can't tell you how absolutely happy I would be if Michael actually loved me as much as I love him. I would be so incredibly ecstatic I would kiss him again. A thousand times. Oh, and about that… I am still embarrassed. I don't know what came over me… unrequited love? Hmm, Maybe. I should get Lily to psychoanalyze me. Oh wait… no, I can't. Boy, that sucks.

Lars is assuring us all that everything will be fine. God, I hope so. The minifridge in the plane wreckage is getting empty and so is my stomach!!! I can't believe I'm supposed to survive on cheese crunch-oes until we're saved. That is, if we're saved. Lars is sure that Grandmere is sending search parties to look for us "at this very moment," but I just don't know. Knowing Grandmere, she probably just thinks I needed more time to pack. Why must things look so bleak?

All of us are going to look for food soon. Oh, what to wear??… Yeah, right.

More later…

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The four of them stumbled through the island's forest, searching for anything that might sustain life. Michael was pointing out edible plants, but whenever he found one, Lily would respond, "I am not eating that, you Eagle Scout loser!" and so plant by plant, the group grew sadder and more desperate. After a while, Lily even gave up her assertion of appetite with simple "Whatever. I don't care."

"I'm tired," Lily finally complained. "Where the hell is this food that we're supposed to be finding anyway?"

"We don't know," responded an irritated and exhausted Michael. "That's why we're looking for it!" He let out his breath and shrugged. "Dammit, Lily! Stop being such a pain in the ass!"

Even Lars had to chime in. "Maybe Michael's right, Miss Moscovitz," he said, much in the way that exhausted Kindergarten teachers do after being surrounded by annoying little 6 year olds all day. It was the first thing he had said on the whole adventure. Mia was simply silent, suppressing the desperation-derived anger that swelled inside her mind. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mia heard the faint sound of water.

"Hey guys," she said. No one answered; Michael and Lily were at each other's throats and Lars was acting as mediator. "Guys…" she tried once more; still no answer. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WOULD YOU?!?!?!!!" Her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, her arms erecting at her sides, her voice reaching the tops of the trees. Birds scattered from their sheltered branches and a lone mammal, unidentifiable behind it's guise of trees, fled through the brush. The three turned to stare at Mia, a bit frightened.

"What?" asked Lily nonchalantly. She was slightly irriated at being pulled away from her argument.

"I am so tired," started Mia. "Of being the only sane person here…" Her fists clenched in unbridled rage at her sides, her silver eyes shot piercing glares at Michael and Lily. "I'm sick of all of this. I'm sick of this island…" Michael stepped closer to her, ready to try to steady and comfort her, but Mia moved away. "DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME!" she shrieked and went out of Michael's reach. A tear gradually ran down her cheek, hysteria kicking in. Michael felt slightly pained at this moment, she'd pushed away his love. "I'm disgusted at all of you… You fight… and argue… you bitch about every fucking thing!" Mia collapsed now in a heap of her own depression, onto the soft floor of the forest. Her head fell into her hands and tears began to flood her face. "And oh yeah… there's a waterfall somewhere around here. I could hear it," she added flatly and finally.

While Lily quickly flashed away to find the elusive waterfall, screaming and giggling wildly all the way, Lars walking slowly behind her, Michael approached the sobbing mess on the ground that was the Princess of Genovia, and crouched beside her.

"Mia?" Michael said softly into the Mia's ear, masked by messy blonde hair. His hand found itself stroking her shoulder. Mia was silent. "Just answer me," he added. He still heard nothing from her except for the regular sniffle. "Please." Michael looked at the sobbing girl, coincidently the one he loved, and decided what he had to do to prove something, anything… He had no choice.

Mia knew she was being cold to Michael. It sickened her at how much she was turning her shoulder to the one person she wanted most to open up to. She looked up and out of nowhere the most gorgeous set of lips was heading toward hers. They met, but she pulled away suddenly, surprising even herself.

"What are you doing?" Mia heard her words echo in her mind. Even after the sound had reached her ears she didn't understand why she had made it. So instead of letting Michael have a chance to answer her, she just started the kiss again. This time, it was Michael who backed off early.

"What are you doing?" he laughed, his eyes lighting up with delight. "I… you…" He didn't understand her, he didn't want to. Knowing her secrets would make the mystery of the moment just… less.

"Michael," Mia felt she had to break in, give an explanation to her strangeness. "I just need to tell you that I…" Michael stopped her.

"You don't have to say anything, okay? I totally understand." Michael placed a hand on Mia's forehead and she giggled. He tried to look seriously into her now laughing eyes, and for a minute he almost did understand. She likes me, he thought. She might even love me. I… love… Mia. I do. I really, really do. He gently placed a kiss on Mia's cheek and rose in front of her, offering his hand. "M'lady…" he said as Mia grabbed his hand he pulled her to his side. They turned to face each other, confusion still lying in the Princess's quizzical, yet curious, gray eyes.

"So… us?" was all that came from Mia's mouth.

"Always." responded Michael as the two intertwined fingers and he bent down to complete the passionate kiss that he had first intended.

A/N: OhMyGod!!! Did that just happen? *looks back over chapter that she's just written* YEAH! IT DID! It's not the end; don't worry. I still have a whole lot more up my sleeve, so stay tuned. This will hopefully not be one of my usual fics that goes down the proverbial toilet after the kiss. (Yeah… I'm not much of an action writer. *shrugs* Oh well. Sappy romance novels, here I come!)