Author's Note: Um, yeah so it's been way over a month since I posted this. But you all know what hasa been going on in my life. Red Sox (still have yet to fully take it all in), new neice, school (unfortunately). But I started thinking. 'Wow, Faith is almost over. Let's finish the others off"So here ya go. Expect a holiday story soon.

Mia:

"So, what was that with Lucie?" Brock asked as we left the palace gates.

"I dunno, she used to be really cool. At least she seemed really cool when I was a little younger. She was…I dunno, grown up and mature. She knew what she wanted in life and went after it. She didn't take no for an answer. But now I am beginning to realize that she isn't all that grown up. She is kind of…." I said, drifting off.

"Kind of what?" he asked.

"Stuck. I mean, she is almost thirty years old and is still acting like she did when I met her seven years ago."

"How is that?" he asked winking at a girl we passed on the road.

"She's still chasing after men and using all the tacky tactics that she did when she was even younger than me. I mean, did you see what she was wearing?"

"No I did not notice that low cut halter top and low slung pair of jeans."

I rolled my eyes. "And she fooled around with Michael."

He made a face, "The Michael? Why are you with him then?" he asked softly.

"Well, it was before we got together. But she knew I always liked him…loved him."

We walked in silence for a little while. "So tell me about him," Brock asked finally.

My face lightened, "I can't wait for you to meet him. He's so chill, ya know?"

He laughed, "Chill?"

"You know, mellow. And when he talks I get chills…"

"But no foreign accent," he countered.

I laughed. "Yeah, well I have a slight Genovian accent now so technically he is foreign to me."

"As long as he makes you happy then good. Otherwise I'll kick his ass."

"You probably could," I agreed. "He's much smaller than Joshua....um, you know what I mean."

"Everyone is compared to Joshua-"

"No, everyone has been compared to Michael. Even you," I replied thoughtfully. "Joshua…he was as well. But he fought past it."

"So that is why we could never have worked?"

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because I didn't fight past the idea of Michael? I mean, I didn't really know how important he was to you so how could I?"

"Brock, you were too much for me. And even now I think you are too much for me. You are too goofy…Michael is the ying to my yang. He makes me do things I would never have done before. He knew me before I was a princess…before I had all this at my disposal," I said waving back toward the palace. "He loved me when I had Q-Tip hair and big gawky glasses and I always fell down. He loved me even when I was failing out of Algebra. He never did those grand gestures you see in books so I didn't realize he really was in love with me. I had been hurt another time by a real big jerk. Michael…Michael was always there even when he thought I had rejected him."

"Mia, all I know is that the entire time we were together I knew there was someone else on your mind…I just had assumed it was Joshua. Never thought it could be someone else. But I am happy for you. I really am. I won't lie and say I never wanted something to happen with us again, but I enjoy seeing you this happy. I'm happy for you Mia." I could see he was a little hurt that I never carried a torch for him. But he was genuinely happy for me.

I smiled, "Thanks. How are things going with you?" I asked, pointing into a shop I wanted to go into.

"Great. I'm kind of dating this girl Wendy. She's really a sweet girl. Kind of freaked out that I know you and that I'm hanging out with you this weekend. Even more freaked out that I once dated you.
"Why? I'm not anything special," I replied, picking up a beautiful vase. "I mean has she seen me?" I said making a goofy face.
"Of course she has," he said looking at a price tag on a small royal family portrait that was made on my first trip to Genovia. "Four hundred and seven Euros."

"You should have brought her. I would have loved to have met her."

"But it's nothing serious. I don't see it going anywhere. Where is Michael?"

"Rehearsing with his band," I replied picking up a souvenir snow globe. I thought Rocky might like it. "They are going on tour after the wedding."

"When is the wedding?"

"New Year's Eve," I replied, handing the globe to the sales girl.

"Do I get to come?" he asked.

"Of course you do," I replied quickly. "It's in New York though."

"Fancy," he teased as we walked out of the store. "Have you picked out a gown yet?"

"No. God, I haven't even thought about that!" I admitted. "Wanna have a fashion show?" I asked with wide eyes.

Brock was always ready for fun things like that. My cell phone rang, "'ello?" I asked.

"Where the hell are you?"
"Oh my God! Tawny!"

She laughed, "Where are you girl?"

"Out with Brock. We are just about to go have a little fashion show for a wedding gown. Come meet us."

"Okay, well, I have Sophie and Ali here too."

"Sophie? What about-"

"Don't even start about Kip. He's back home with the baby."

"Um, okay. Where are you guys?" Oh good God. I do not need anymore drama.

"Waiting outside your gates."

I sighed. "Okay, I'll call you right back."

I hung up and called the front gate man to let them in and told him to have a driver bring them to Sebastino's boutique.

When they arrived we had wine and cheese waiting for them. "Ready for a show?" I joked. Must make sure Sophie is totally happy and cheered up. She totally looked like she needed it.

MICHAEL:

So I showed up for the video shoot and had blobs of makeup put on. I was so thankful that Mia was not here to see me all dolled up. She'd have a field day teasing me. "Hey Michael," Micca purred as she came into the make up trailer.

"Hey, what am I supposed to be doing exactly?" I asked, getting out of my chair.

"Look be-a-u-tiful," she said with a wink and getting into her chair.

"Um, look, I'm new to this whole scenario, and I'm kind of used to having my band with me. Are we rehearsing or what?" I asked.

"We aren't doing any shots together," she replied staring back at me in the mirror.

"Huh?"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, babe, but I am doing a shoot with another guy. If you do recall, this song is about former lovers who are with new people. You are with another girl. In a bed. I hope you have been working on your chest."

The director found me and took me to a bedroom scene and laid me down on the bed. I had to take my shirt off. He told me I should take my jeans off as well but I refused. We put sheets over my lower half. Then my leading lady walked in.

Oh holy shit.

"Hi Michael," she said into my ear as she sprawled out on the bed.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Thinking about the good old days?" she asked with a giggle. "Kind of looks like my old place, huh?"

"Trust me, if I knew I was working with you I would have sent Nolan or someone who likes easy ass."

She pouted, "Michael, that's no way to treat the girl who took away your virginity."

I got up and walked over to the director, "Look, David, I can't work with her. Is there any way you can get another actress?" Yeah, like she is an actress.

"I wish I could. I really like to keep my talent happy, but this is technically Micca's video, and she is best friends with that girl."

I rolled my eyes, "What do I have to do exactly?"

"Act like you are in love with her."

"That shouldn't be too hard, from what I hear," Micca said walking by. She walked over to the bed and started whispering with Vicky.

"But I'm not kissing her, right?" I asked.

"Do what feels right," David replied.

I took a deep breath as I went back into the bed. "I see you have kept up the washboard abs," Vicky said in that voice that I have grown to hate.

I clicked my tongue ring against my teeth (a habit I have gotten while I am really nervous).

"And a tongue ring? Why don't I remember that from our last meeting? ANd when do I get to benefit from it-

"Because I don't want to talk to you ever so I probably didn't open my mouth much."

She sighed, "Michael, is it true? You are getting married?" she asked, twisting my chest hair around her fingers.

I pushed her hands away. "Yes I am."

"And you are going to be a prince?"

"I guess," I replied looking away.

"That's neat. I slept with a prince. Come on, who's better, me or the princess? Between old friends here."

"That's completely inappropriate. So is this whole damn shoot. You knew you were going to be with me why the hell didn't you at least warn me?"

I somehow made it through the shoot. I know it sounds corny, but I had to literally picture Mia when I was acting with Vicky. I couldn't picture myself smiling and playing with Vicky like I did with Mia. It just wouldn't happen.

First of all, Vicky and I never goofed off and played with each other. As sad as it sounds, it was merely physical. After Mia I never really wanted to connect with anyone. Staying with Vicky was a safety net.

"We're getting some dinner," Micca said after I finished shooting, "Wanna come with?"

"No-"

"It'll be like old times," Vicky said pulling on my arm.

"No thanks. I'm meeting with Tony-"

"Ugh, that loser? You know, Michael, you really shouldn't bother with the band. You have more talent in your little pinky than all of them combined," Vicky said.

I shook my head, "No. I'm with the band. I'll see you guys around."

I decided to call Mia at that time because…well, I know if she found out that I had been with Micca and Vicky all day she'd totally flip out. I looked at my watch. I could leave voice mail for her at least. It was about three in the morning in Genovia.

"Hello?" her voice said with laughter.

"Mia?"

"Michael! Hey guys! It's Michael!"

"Hey Michael!" another girls voice said with a laugh.

"Um, hi."
"We won't be able to give Mia a proper bachelorette party,so we decided to have one now while we were all together for Festival!" she explained.

"Uh, okay. Can I talk to my fiancée?"

"Sure," she said. Then dead air.

I sighed and dialed again. "Hey, sorry," Mia answered the phone.

"What's going on? Who you with?" I asked.

"That was Tawny. Her and Sophie and Brock and I went to a bar tonight."

"Brock?"

"An old college friend," she explained.

"Oh, I see."

"Hey, I got my dress today!"

"That's great babe."

"I'm not drunk," she whispered, "I'm pretending to be so that they will stop trying to give me drinks."

I nodded, "Sure. I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I did the video today."

"Oh how'd that go?" she said excitedly. From the background noise I could tell she had left her friends for the time being.

"Well, it's a love song, right?"

"Right, so you had to act all lovey dovey with Micca."

"No. With an actress."

Silence, then, "Who?"

"Vicky."

Complete silence.

"Mia?"

"I'm here. Did you just say Vicky?"

"Yeah. She's friends with Micca I guess…"

"Is it all okay? How were you? Are you okay?" she asked.

Shit.

She was more concerned with how I was than being pissed about my being in bed with Vicky. See why I think she's absolutely perfect?

"She kept trying to get me to remember when we were together and stuff."

"She's only realizing what she is missing," Mia promised. "Baby, just think about it, a month and a half from now we'll be getting ready for the wedding."

I sighed, "Have you picked out food and stuff?"

"I took care of that in New York. I talked to Lilly and she is going to take you and Tony to a cake tasting thing tomorrow night. I'm leaving the cake up to you."

"Aw man, that's too tough. But hell, I have to do something for the wedding, right?"

She laughed, "Try not to gain too much weight babe. I gotta go before Tawny starts trying on my dress."

"Okay, I love you."

"You too."