Author's Note: Whoa, I'm really spewing out the notes huh? Well, I wanna make sure everyone has read All My Life because otherwise you'll be totally confused about how Mia got to this point. This is the third and FINAL installment of the AML series (can I call it a series without sounding stuck up?) And I know if you read Before there was Michael first you'll be really mad at me for what happens to Joshua eventually.

AHHH- Of course I am going to continue on this this storyline, you have got to have some faith in me ;) There is still some major things that are going to happen to the couple in the next few months.

Moonstone209- My Best Friend...well, it is a song title actually. You can look it up if you want, but it's part of the story, so you might wanna see where it goes from that. I'd rather you not look it up yet because it might ruin how I want it to sound in the story. So I take that back, You CANNOT look it up! (just kidding, do what you want but keep an open mind that I'm not crazy)

Fizzie-Lizzie: I liked that line as well. When I'm in an awkward position I just say, "So, how 'bout those Sox/Pats/Celts?" I don't care much for the Celtics but they are around between the Red Sox and Patriots seasons.

Lia, WakeRobin, Ikinder, TheTrouble...., and Prongs: Thanks for readin. I hope I can live up to the expectations.

See, that's the problem with sequels, there are all sorts of expectations. Like I had for PD2. I expected it to be really good, not AS good because of the lacking of Michael/Robert. But I digress. Love this story as it's own. Love the others as their own. Use them as background to this.

Am I making any sense? Please, lemme know.

Michael:

"Mia?" I asked, tip toeing into her suite.

"Can you believe the nerve?" she demanded. "I mean, honestly!" She was pacing.

She was going to burn a hole in the floor if she continued with the pacing so I decided to take her mind off of him.

"Hey, why don't we call your mom? She'll be happy about this..."

She grabbed her phone with a smile, "Hey, Mom? Hold on, let me put you on speaker."

We sat on her bed together and held hands. "Michael? Are you there too?"

"Yes, Miss Thermopolis, I am."

"Nice touch...taking her away to Iceland! When are you coming back to New York for the band? I was reading how you guys are doing a promotional tour on college campuses?"

I looked at Mia nervously. "Well, Mom...he's not exactly doing that," Mia explained. I had some explaining to do to her later. "Mom...we're engaged."

Silence stung the other end.

"Miss Thermopolis?" I asked meekly.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit surprised. But that is great news! Congratulations! When is the big day?"

"Well, we are waiting a little while. To let people get used to seeing us together," Mia explained. "But maybe by Christmas?" she added, looking at me.

I nodded, "Yeah, totally."

"But...what about your band?" she asked.

Mia looked at me. We hadn't really discussed this. "Um, I don't know. We'll see how things go I guess." I didn't want to discuss it right now.

"What did your father say?" she asked, obviously asking Mia.

"Mom, he's being totally unreasonable! He's making me feel awful. Like, he's acting like I haven't thought twice about Joshua!"

Miss T. sighed. "I'll have a word with him. But you two enjoy yourselves. Will you be coming to New York anytime?"

"Probably."

"Okay, I have to go make sure that Rocky isn't sneaking out of bed for a piece of cake. He's been eating his birthday cake. We decided to have his friend party now instead of of in May...there are so many parties around then-"

"Oh no! I totally forgot! Is he mad?"

"No, he understands. He knows princess things come first."

"Yeah, but I wasn't being a princess-"

"Mia. Just go enjoy yourself with Michael. And Michael-"

"Yes?"

"Take care of my little girl."

"I'll try my best."

"Bye now."

"Mia, there's something about the band," I started after we hung up the phone.

"What?" she asked worriedly. "They didn't kick you out, did they?"

I laughed, "No, why would they?"

"I dunno..."

"No, we are shooting a video. Kind of."

"Oh...when?"

"Well, I need you to come back to New York for a little while with me so we can shoot some of it."

"Why do you need me?" she asked, picking a piece of lint off my shirt. "My days as your official groupie are over. I am going to be the wife of the band leader.

"Because you are going to be the girl in the video. And we need your permission to use your likeness from other videos we filmed throughout the last tour. Oh, and we're talking about putting some tour videos on our website."

"The girl? I thought you guys were all about the performance-"

"But the record company thought it would be good if we had a girl. And since it's about you I thought it'd be cool for us to-"

"It's about me?" she asked with glowing eyes.

"Yeah...all the songs are-"

"Rock Throwing Youths?" she asked with a glint.

"Well...no, but you and I did throw eggs at your grandmother's wax model once."

She laughed at the memory. "Well, okay, I guess."

"It's number three on the album. We didn't play it in the concert. It's a bit different." I told her.

She shrugged, "I haven't listened in quite some time. Sorry."

"You suck as a girlfriend," I teased.

"But you are stuck with me my friend," she said wiggling her ring finger. "Hey, something is missing here..."

MIA:

I really don't care if Dad doesn't like my marrying Michael. I like the idea, and that is all that matters. My mom supports me. I went through the same thing when I got engaged to Joshua, only the roles were reversed. That is, Dad wanted me to marry him and Mom didn't. He was the son my dad never had. Michael was the...um, the older son my mother never had.

Mom liked Joshua fine. She really loved him because he treated me so well. He protected me from the 'ogres of Europe'. He was polite to her, and really sweet to Rocky. But she always said I wasn't really myself with him. I was the person Grandmere made me. But that was what she thought. She never saw us when we were alone.

But she also thought I was too young to get married. She hadn't thought I experienced life enough before I settled down. She hadn't gotten a chance to explore the world because she had me to take care of. Not that she blamed me, but she didn't want me to have any regrets.

But I guess I've finally done this right in her eyes. I experienced heartache. I've found new love, traveled. I've done more in the past year than most do in their entire lives.

"So, my dear, what are we to do about the 'something missing' now?" Michael asked, jumping off my bed.

I gave him a look. "I do believe we had a deal, Mr. Moscovitz..."I said, pulling him to me at his knees with my feet.

He raised an eyebrow, "In the middle of the afternoon? You aren't jet lagged?" he teased as he put my hair behind my ears.

"I'm feeling fine," I said leaning back on my elbows. "How about you?"

I started tickling the back of his knees with my toes. "A little light headed," he said falling on top of me.

I laughed, "Get off of me fatty," I teased as he rolled to my side.

"You call me fat?" he demanded.

I pretended to think, "Possibly."

"They do say," he started as his hand started inching it's way up my blouse, "That when one is in love they are so happy that they over eat," he said kissing my collarbone.

"Who is 'they'?" I asked, forking my fingers through his non existent hair. It better grow back soon.

He looked up at me, "Well, uh, I'd rather not say while I'm in this position and trying to seduce you."

"Your mom and dad?" I guessed.

"Mia, please, don't ruin this for me," he pleaded.

"Ruin what?" I asked in a sweet voice, making him lose any thought of his parents while we were in this position. How the hell had I become a seductress?

"There's my girl," he said, continuing on with his kissing.

We got re-dressed for dinner. "Michael, you should wear your soft blue tie with that shirt," I said, glancing at him from my mirror.

"I didn't bring it," he replied, stubbornly putting on his Burberry tie (left over from his days in a 9-5 job).

"Burberry is totally out of style," I said, fastening my earrings into my ear. "I could get one from my dad's-"I stopped myself. I had said the very same words to Joshua. "No, you look fine."

"Okay fashion guru," he teased, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, "Those earrings really bring out your eyes."

I widened my eyes for effect. "Oh really," I said in a mock British accent.

He ruffled my hair, "Come on now babe, we can't keep your father waiting."

We walked down to the dining room hand in hand. We bumped into Cammie along the way. "Well, if it isn't the happy couple!" she greeted warmly.

"Hi Cammie," I replied.

Michael nodded his greeting and looked around at the centuries old artwork around us. I glanced over at the artwork I had always simply walked past. I had never noticed how much I looked like my great grandmother, Eunice.

"Mia, I just want you to know...I support this. I know it might not mean much coming from me, but I'm truly happy for the two of you."

I looked over at her and smiled, "Thanks Cam. But what about Dad? Is he still ticked off?"

She rolled her eyes, "From what I understand you were able to convince your Grandmere that you former fiancé was right for you. I think you can handle your father."

Michael looked at me. "Why did you have to convince her about Joshua?"

I glared at Cammie. Michael didn't know about what Joshua had done when he was a teenager. "Oh, he had some stupid youthful indiscretions, nothing major. But you know Grandmere...she blows everything out of proportion."

"Well, in any case, my suggestion?" Cammie said taking both our hands. "Is that you should just wait a little while-"

"Of course we will," Michael interrupted. "I mean, I still have some loose ends to deal with in New York...I have to do some touring with them to promote the album and stuff...then we can get married."

I looked at him in surprise. This was the first I had heard of TOURING with Bueller. "Um, honey?"

"What?"

"Touring?"

"Well, yeah. You knew that babe," he replied, looking nervously at Cammie.

Cammie took this as her cue to leave.

"No I didn't. We hadn't discussed it yet."

"Mia, let's be logical here for a second, okay?"

"What, now I'm illogical?" I snapped. Whoa, what the hell is the mood swings?

"Not saying that," he started. "But honestly, what am I going to do around here while you are working? As much as I like having a sugar momma, I need to do something or I'll go crazy with boredom. Being with the band would be fun. You knew we were going back for the video-"

"Falling asleep with me every night wouldn't be fun?" I demanded.

"I wouldn't be able to anyways," he argued. "I mean, your dad hates the idea that we are engaged. Think he'd really want me to be sleeping in the same bed as you?"

He had a point. I hated when he did this. I hated that he was smarter than I was. I KNEW I should have taken Mr. O'Connell's debate class in tenth grade. "Fine," I gave in. "But what about when we are married? What then?"

He shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Can we eat now? I'm starving."