Mia's POV
I'm going to kill her. Seriously, I am going to kill her.
Oh, she is so dead when I get my hands on her.
"What…what are you doing here, Lana?" I managed to cough out, somehow keeping my temper in check since Lilly's still in the room with me.
"I came to see you, of course! Didn't I tell you at lunch time? Silly me."
I stood up, Lilly did too. "Who's this?" she asked. "I thought your best friend was a brunette?"
Lana beat me to answering. "Who, Tina? No, she's just a girl who hangs off Mia's every word. I'm her real best friend. I'm Lana. It's so nice to meet you." She flashed her million dollar smile at her and extended her perfectly manicured hand.
"Uh, actually…" I started.
"Lana?" Lilly said, shaking her hand. "Why does that name sound familiar?"
"Because she's in my movie!" I cried, hoping Lilly would now see through Lana's charade.
"Oh, right, I remember now…" Lilly looked puzzled for a minute.
"Oh, I guess I play Mia's best friend in the movie. Since, you know, we're best friends in real life and all. Isn't that right, Mia?" She dug her stiletto heel into my Converse. I swear she almost put a hole through it.
"Ow!" I cried, clutching my foot just as soon as Lana removed hers.
"Well, actually," Lilly said, ignoring my pain. "I haven't read the script yet. I just have to make sure Michael has everything he needs. I don't like to bother reading little things like scripts. I'll just see the movie when it's done."
Oh, my God. She has no idea Lana is my evil arch nemesis. The Kryptonite to my Superman. It's like she's Count Olaf and no one will believe it!
"Speaking of Michael," Lana said, as if we speak of Michael all the time. "Where is he? This is he trailer, right? This is his bed?"
She sat her scrawny butt down on Michael's bed and started patting the spread gently.
"Yeah," I said sourly, disgusted at her display of stalkerism. Even I wasn't that bad when I first met him…Or maybe I just didn't think to touch the bed. Why didn't I think to touch the bed!?! "But Michael's not here now, so you'll have to go. Maybe you can meet him next time I invite you."
Except that I won't invite her. I'll even give her photo (the yucky one in the yearbook where she has lipstick on her teeth and what looks like a bald patch, from too much hair dye) to the security guards at the entrance and have her banned from the premises!
"Where is he?" Lana said urgently as I ushered her out the door.
"None of your business," I muttered. "Just get out of here."
She didn't hear the last bit though, because she screamed in my ear so loud I think she may have deafened me. Then she ran towards someone walking up the street.
Michael's POV
Sarah's not right. She can't be. I mean, it's totally absurd. How could I be in love with Mia? I like hanging out with her, I think she's a cool person (now that she's stopped acting like a fan and has started acting like a real person) and…and…
Oh, I just don't know. Maybe I need to find myself someone else. To take my mind off Mia. Not Jessica Winter though, because she hasn't returned any of my calls in the last few days.
But maybe someone like…
"Omigod! You're Michael Wilson!"
My thoughts were distracted by Barbie, who practically dove into my arms.
"Er, hi. Nice to meet you," I said. I'm really trying to make an effort with my fans since of the whole Princess in the foyer incident. Who knows, this girl could be the daughter of someone important. "But sorry, I've got to get back to my trailer."
"Oh, that's okay," Barbie said, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, trying with all her might to control herself. I've seen it before. They freak out, then try to act all cool about it. "I'm going that way any way.
I'm here to see my best friend, Mia. It's just a bonus to run into someone like you!"
She's best friends with Mia? What happened to Deena? Or was it Tina?
Hanging onto my arm, like I'm her date to the Prom or something, we walked up to my trailer. Sure enough, Mia was standing outside it.
"Hey," I said to her, as casually as I could muster. She looks like she's about to burst.
"Look who I just happened to run into, Mia?" Barbie pointed emphatically at me and I raised my eyebrows at Mia. "And you said he wasn't here!"
"Well, obviously I'm here," I attempted to chuckle. "So, um, are you going to introduce me?" I asked Mia.
Barbie beat her to it, shooting at Mia what looked like anything other that the look one would give their best friend. It was more like a death glare.
"I'm Lana. Amelia and I are just the best of friends. We go shopping together, we get our hair done together. We even finish each others sentences. It's very cool."
I pulled my arm away from hers and stood opposite her next to Mia. "You're Lana?"
"Uh huh," she nodded and smiled as if I'd said it in a good way.
"And you're best friends with Mia here?"
"Yep. We've been best friends for what seems like forever."
"Oh, okay. So then you'd know what flavor ice cream Mia likes best, wouldn't you? I mean, as her best friend and all."
"Uh, sure," she stammered. "Chocolate?"
I grabbed Mia's hand and turned around to the door of my trailer. "Wrong," I called over my shoulder. "It's Peppermint. And any friend of Mia's would know never to call her Amelia. Security will be escorting you off the property in, oh, say two and a half minutes."
"But…but…" She was still sputtering when I closed the door behind us, leaving her outside.
