Greetings, fans of Schwartzibrow. I am the other half of Schwartzibrow, the half that doesn't usually update. I just wanted to say howdy, and tell you that I feel really bad for having written Flamin', cos it totally happened to me, and Mia shouldn't have gone through that. It sucks. Nonetheless, for those of you who actually liked Flamin' and didn't hate it for it being different (different is good!), you will be happy to know that a kick ass sequel is being written right now.

Schwartzibrow thanks you for your support and hopes you have a great day.

Mia's POV

I didn't go to the set that afternoon, since Mr. G had completely drowned us in inequalities and linear graphs.

When I walked on the next day, though, I saw Michael talking to Jacques. Neither looked too pleased.

I have to admit. My heart stopped just a tiny bit when he looked up at me and smiled. It's weird, though. I don't think "Michael Wilson!!!!!!" any more.

He's just…well, a guy. Don't get me wrong. Michael opening up didn't make me like him any less. I just like him for…different reasons.

"Hey," I said, smoothing down my skirt.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Where were you yesterday?"

"Homework," I said grimacing. He doesn't understand the perils of algebra. Michael's done with high school. He's only seventeen, but he totally tested out of his senior year. Freaking genius.

"Oh, well, I've got some work to do. But we'll hang out later, okay?"

"Oh," I said, looking around. "Um, all right then."

Why were we so stiff and formal all of the sudden? I guess it was the whole 'back in the real world' thing, but it didn't make it any less annoying or awkward.

"You can just chill in my trailer if you want. Unless you want to come and watch or something."

I shook my head. They were doing the scene where Josh broke my heart, and I don't really care to live through that again.

"We can play Mario Kart when I'm done," he said, smiling again.

I nodded, feeling the least bit dizzy. "All right," I choked out.

Michael's POV

How do you act when you can't ACT in front of a girl?

It was easier just pretending to be nice to Mia, even if she did get on my nerves. But now that I actually do want to hang out with her and watch movies and hold her hand…scratch that last bit.

Anyway, my point is—I really don't have that much real experience with girls. At least none as Michael Moscovitz. The last time I was Michael Moscovitz, I was twelve years old and twenty pounds overweight. That guy didn't have any problems with the ladies—because there were no ladies for him to have problems with.

Not that Mia is the romantic interest sort. Just…I'm more used to either pretending to be nice or just being plain hateful.

I've got more problems than just Mia at the moment. After I sent her off to my trailer (where I'm sure she'll enjoy my huge collection of snacks and Seinfeld DVDs), I went over to the little beach they'd built right on the set. We'd actually go out to a beach for some of the scenes, but right now, we were filming this scene where Josh (me) tries to come on to Mia (Sarah) in this little shed.

I swear to God, if I ever met this little jerk, I would have a word or two with him. Even I wouldn't pull this stunt.

Seriously, it's complete déjà vu. I was reading over the scene again and realized it's practically my life…with breasts.

The normal guy invites the new celebrity out on a date and then kisses and embarrasses said celebrity just for media attention.

9th grade. I had my first sitcom and the teen magazines were swarming all over me. And suddenly, out of the blue, Katie Welsh wanted to go get a burger with me. Granted, I've been on a diet since I hit puberty, so I don't eat burgers—but I was still pretty damn excited.

Until she went and stuck her tongue down my throat—scaring the bejeezus out of me—right outside of the deli.

That's when I kind of stopped paying attention to all the attention girls were paying me. Not that I don't find girls attractive—I just don't like to bother with them too much if all they want is a date with THE Michael Wilson.

The cameras started rolling, and I found myself taking some of Mia's Josh advice. Hamming it up. Being the charming, goofy ass. The one you can't hate because he's such an idiot.

But I hate this guy. More than I usually hate my characters. I looked at Sarah, who was bumbling around adorably and choking out all her lines—like she was supposed to.

"Cut!" yelled Jacques. I looked over at him. Everything had been going perfectly! "Michael," he said sternly. "Stop looking so lovesick. The character's self-absorbed! Play it arrogant."

Sarah cut her eyes at me. I was playing lovesick? "Sorry," I muttered. "I didn't mean to."

She raised her eyebrows. "Action!" yelled Jacques.

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Finally…FINALLY…we got through it. It took me ages to get out of what Jacques called my "googly-eyed" phase.

"Look, Michael," he said, taking me aside after one take. "You're letting personal feelings get in the way. Now snap out of it!"

Personal feelings? For Sarah?

After we finished filming, she met up with me as I was pouring myself some orange juice. "What was with you today?"

I shrugged. "Jacques said…to not let my personal feelings get in the way." I avoided her eyes. Obviously, I had deeper feelings for her than I thought. I waited for her reaction anxiously.

She burst into laughter—not exactly what I expected. "You're in love with the princess!"

"What?!" I cried, dropping my cool façade. "You're crazy."

"Michael," she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. She was still giggling, which didn't exactly make me feel any better. "You have never looked at me like that, except when I was tripping all over the place or rambling or whatever. In other words, when I'm acting like Amelia."

"Mia," I corrected automatically. "And that's just stupid. I—I was acting too."

"Liar," she said, poking me in the shoulder. "Don't worry, I think it's cute. Widdle Mikey has a crush."

"Shut up!" I said, really getting pissed now. "Just leave me alone, all right? And don't spout off your crackhead theories to anyone else!"

And I stormed off to my trailer.

Mia's POV

He's gonna kill me.

So I was just sitting in here, minding my own business and watching West Went Wally with Lilly, who seemed to think that I should get to know all sides of Michael. But seriously, what does some cheesy kids' Western movie with a scarily strong-jawed little girl have to do with Michael?

"Princess," said one of the techs, poking her head in the door. "Your best friend's here to see you."

Tina? Christ. Not that I don't like her or anything, but she'd totally freak out over just being in Michael Wilson's trailer.

But her familiar black braid wasn't what I saw next. Oh, no. Instead, a shiny blond head bounced in, grinning malevolently.

Since when is LANA WEINBERGER my best friend?????