Mistakes

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Chapter 3:

Mia's POV:

I got up and walked out of my bedroom, almost tripping over Fat Louie as I did so. Michael pulled on his Rooney hoodie and followed me into the kitchen. "So, what do you want for breakfast?" I asked him. "Uh, I don't know. I don't really eat breakfast." he answered, looking awkward. Well, looks like I'm not going to eat breakfast now either. I'm not one of those stupid girls that won't eat in front of her boyfriend, but really, breakfast is now the last thing on my mind. "You know what," I said. "I'm not going to eat breakfast either, because we need to talk." "I agree." said Michael, and we both sat down in our chairs real fast, like we were planning a FBI mission, or whatever.

So then, we had the following conversation.

Me: OK, so we slept together.

Michael: I know, or rather, I don't know.

Me (on verge of tears): Oh, Michael, can you remember anything that happened last night?

Michael looked concerned and came over, pulled me up and hugged me.

Michael: I honestly can't. My God, I'm so sorry, Mia.

Me: It's not your fault, it's mine too.

Michael: We both were so drunk.

Me: I wanted our first time to be special, you know. And I can't even remember anything.

Michael: I know, Mia, I know. I wanted it to be special too.

Michael's POV:

This might not be a very manly thing to say, but I swear my heart was breaking. Because when Mia cries, I feel so bad that I feel like crying too. Not that I would. Cry in front of Mia, that is. Because my role is to hold her and tell her everything will be OK. Kind of like Captain Picard.

But I sincerely doubt everything will be OK. I mean, we don't even know what we did last night. We obviously slept in the same bed, but we don't know if we actually, you know, Did It.

The conversation continued.

Mia: Michael, I could be pregnant. We obviously, you know—

Me: I know, it was the stupidest thing ever.

Mia: What are we going to do? I mean, I'm a princess. Princess don't become teenage mothers.

Me: I'm sure we will find a way. I'll stop college, get a job, we'll find a place and we'll get married—

I trailed off because I was rambling and I knew it would make Mia nervous when she discovered the truth: I had no idea what we would do!

Me: Look, you mightn't even be pregnant. We may not have even Done It. But we are going to have to find out what happened last night. That means asking everyone what happened.

"Hey guys!" said Tina, entering the kitchen.

Mia's POV:

"Tina?" I shrieked. "What are you doing here?"

Tina looked at me funny, maybe because Michael and I were hugging and I was crying my eyes out.

"Don't you remember?" asked Tina.

"No." Michael and I said quickly.

"Gee, you two really were drunk!"

Boris Pelkowski walked into the kitchen too.

I was sooooooo glad that I had the shower and got changed into my overalls and everything.

"BORIS?"

"I knew you and Michael had drunk way too much alcohol. You really don't remember?" Boris asked, frowning.

"No." said Michael, looking sheepish and shocked at the same time. "We don't."

FLASHBACK:

The taxi:

Mia and Michael sat in the back, with Boris wedged up against the window seat. Mia was wearing a baseball cap, pulled low. Lars had gone home, and Mia had promised her parents that she would catch a cab home with her friends in disguise. Her father had suggested that in case, in the off chance she had drank alcohol, that the cabbie recognised her and sold his story to the tabloids.

"Hehe." Mia giggled at nothing in particular.

"Meeeeeee---aahhhhhh." Michael whined drunkenly. "Can we crash at your place tonight?"

"Why not? My Mom and Mr. G-eee-eee-eee aren't home because they're at that funny place?"

"Ver-sales?" Tina put in. She and Boris too were slightly tipsy.

"Yeah."

"My Dad said that it would be OK if I crashed at your place. He trusts you." said Tina.

"I can ring my mother at your house?" Boris asked.

"Ye-ah." said Mia, eyelids drooping.

The cabbie turned around.

"4111?" he asked.

"Yep." slurred Mia.

They got out of the car and Mia let them into the building.

END OF FLASHBACK

Mia's POV:

I stood there in shock, not because of what Tina said though.

I think it had something to do with my possible pregnancy, drunken stupor last night or how much trouble I would be in if I really was pregnant, but I ran to the toilet and threw up. Michael rushed into the bathroom after me.

I cleaned my teeth quickly afterwards before my tears started up.

"Please." I told him. "Tell me this isn't morning sickness and just a hangover."

I sobbed into his shoulder for a while as Tina and Boris had breakfast.

Author's Notes: I know that was short but hopefully it's good.

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