Sorry about the Moscovitz thing! Schwartzibrow makes mistakes once in a blue moon, and that was one of those moments.Schwartzibrow's back on track now, and the 'date' will span over the next two chapters. Schwartzibrow is pleased with the reviews but hopes you will offer Schwartzibrow money, not constructive criticism. Schwartzibrow would love that so much more.

Michael's POV

A whole day with an annoying fan. Seriously, the things I do for my career. Is it really worth it? I know just how this afternoon is going to go: She'll hang off my every word, and probably my arm; she'll ask me about That Movie (no doubt a princess would have been able to track down a copy); and she'll just annoy the hell out of me, basically.

Looking. Forward. To. It.

Not.

I swear, after I'm finished with this movie, I'm moving on. I've had enough of playing the teenage heartthrob. Bring on the bad-ass. And I don't mean Josh Bryant, bad-ass. Please, he's nothing.

Mia's POV

Tina's over to 'help' me prepare for my afternoon with Michael Wilson.

But really, she's been more of a hinder than a help. She started off my knocking on my door at 8am. My 'play-date' with Michael (or whatever he's calling it) doesn't start till two, and she's here at 8. I don't need THAT much time to get ready. I mean, it's not as if I'm going to go out of my way to dress up or anything.

"But you have to dress up, Mia!" Tina cried when I explained my stance

on the situation. "How's it going to look when they put you guys on the front cover of Seventeen and you're wearing last years sweats? Or even this year's sweats!"

"I don't care, Tina. I'm not going to go to any trouble."

"Ah," she said, picking up her giant Maybelline make up kit. "But with

me here, it's no trouble at all."

"Tina," I said, eyeing the make up case as she edged towards me. "Don't. I'm telling you, I don't want it. I don't need it."

She won in the end of course. By noon I was caked in three layers of makeup, "For the cameras!" Tina insisted.

"But I look like a whore," I told her. "And although I'm sure Michael

Wilson goes for the whole hooker–look, it's not really something I'm aiming for."

"Mia, trust me. You'll be fine. Now, what's happening with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she sighed, sitting down on my bed as if she'd just run a marathon. "Are you going to do my make up, or am I doing it myself?"

"Oh, where are you going?"

"With you and Michael Wilson, silly! But don't worry, as soon as you give the signal, I'll be out of there in a second."

"Tina," I said slowly. "You're not coming."

"What? Why not?"

"Because this is just me and Miss Wilson. Seriously, I'd love nothing more than to have you tag along, but for the cameras, it's just gotta be me and Michael." Yeah right I'd love nothing more than for her to come. If she came she'd make it ten times worse!

"All right, fine. I'll just stay ten feet behind with Lars and the video camera."

Oh my.

Michael's POV

Lock and load. I'm waiting for the princess to come downstairs. I buzzed the intercom and told her I was waiting. Her mother called me up, but I refused. This isn't a date. I'm not playing the boyfriend, here to meet the parents.

Finally, after what seems like forever, she appears.

I burst out laughing, I just can't help it. "What---what have you done to your face?" She looks like the hooker who tried to crack onto my character in Sunset Streaming. She's gone waaaaay over board on the makeup.

"Um, my friend Tina seemed to think it was necessary for the cameras later. And I couldn't really say no."

If her face has gone red, no one can tell. Her face is covered in about six layers of foundation.

Somehow, I managed to turn my laughing-at-you smile into an I'm-so-glad-to-see-you-smile. Those acting lessons were worth every penny. "You ready to go?"

"I guess." She walked towards the exit of the building, not looking directly at me. She didn't even try to make a grab for my hand.

"Okay…Let's go then," I said.

Mia's POV

Awkward, much? I hate Tina for piling the amount of makeup on me that she did. It's a good thing we're going to the movies, where it'll be dark inside. Then again, what if the makeup glows in the dark? I'd look like a headless ghost. Oh so attractive. Not.

Michael asked for two tickets and handed over money. As soon as we got

the tickets I told him he didn't have to pay for me.

"It's okay," he said, faking a smile. "My treat."

"No, really, I'd rather you didn't. I mean, this isn't a date or anything. Please?"

I can totally tell when someone clenches their teeth; I do it myself around Grandmere enough times. So when Michael smiled at me then, I knew he was clenching his teeth.

Victorious, since I didn't want him paying my way, I reached into my pocket to find I didn't have any money. My purse was sitting on the couch at the Loft.

"Lars," I hissed between closed lips. "Can I borrow some money?"

Michael raised his eyebrows as Lars reached for his wallet. "Amelia, let's just forget about it okay?"

He walked towards the doors to our theatre and Lars shrugged at me. I shrugged back and followed Michael, who was ducking his head through the crowd so people wouldn't recognize him.

"Okay," I said, running up to him and walking beside him. "Thanks. But please, call me Mia."

"Oh, right. Like in the movie."

Damn that movie. If it wasn't for that movie I'd be sitting at home right now, studying for my Algebra test on Monday…Ah, who am I kidding, I'd be out with Tina or Kenny.

But one thing's for sure, I wouldn't be out on a nightmare play-date with Michael Wilson.

I just want this to be over with, so I can go home and wallow about the whole situation.