Michael's POV
How long have I been doing these lame-ass movies? Years!
But when I make a move on a girl I ACTUALLY LIKE she goes and freaks out on me!
What happened to her idolizing me? This may come off as arrogant, but all girls have a thing for me! Don't ask why—Lilly says it's my dazzling wit and inherent need to please.
I get the feeling she was being sarcastic.
Don't think I caught a wink of sleep after that incident with Mia. I just turned to the wall, laying there as Mia did her homework.
After a while, I felt a slender hand on my shoulder. God, I still want her. I know it's not even the fever talking. That kiss cemented it—I'm warm for her form.
"Michael?" she said carefully.
"Mmm?" Keep it cool. You're the movie star. She's younger. She's not as quick. She can't act.
But damn, she can kiss.
Ha! Lilly was wrong. I do have a brain—and it HATES ME.
"Um, I need to go. I've got princess lessons, which suck—but Grandmere won't let me get out of them because she thinks this movie thing is going to my head. Even though it was all her idea, but Dad says she's senile so I can't yell at her. Plus, she scares me, so I don't think I could yell at her anyway."
She took a deep breath. Good. I was worried about her for a second.
"So I'll be going then. Hope you feel better."
Like I'll ever, ever recover from being rejected like that.
But then I felt warm lips against my cheek. A few seconds later, the trailer door slammed. I rolled over onto my side, thoughts swirling around in my head.
What had just happened? Did she…? Even after I…? But what about…?
By George, I think I've got it.
And by it, I mean a girlfriend. I've got a girlfriend.
Holy shit.
Mia's POV
God, I'm so giddy!
All through princess lessons, I could hardly concentrate.
"Amelia!" said Grandmere sharply.
"Huh?"
He kissed me.
"Sit up straight and tell me the name of Prince William's favorite horse. I won't repeat myself again."
I kissed him.
"Uh…what?"
If he kissed me…does that mean he enjoyed it when I kissed him?
"I mean, beg pardon, Grandmere," I said after receiving the Death Glare.
"I don't like you going to that movie set all the time," said Grandmere. At least I'd gotten off the hook from the Royals I Should Marry quiz.
"It's fine, Grandmere. I'm not bothering anyone."
Just kissing.
"But what exactly has you all in a daze? It's not that Breslin boy, is it?"
The guy playing Kenny? Uh, no. I don't THINK so.
"It's nothing, Grandmere. I'm worried about…Algebra homework. Mr. G's giving us SO much lately!"
"Well," she said, smoothing down her Armani suit. "I'll just have to have a talk with him about that. We can't have your mind wandering all the time—especially not to something as banal as that."
"You're absolutely right. And I do believe Prince William's favorite horse is named Lissy."
"Very good!" proclaimed Grandmere, clapping her hands. To think, all I have to do to get on her good side is find her a way to yell at Mr. G.
I made a mental note and smiled complacently at Grandmere, trying to keep my daydreaming to a minimum.
I'll do anything to get away from quadratic equations.
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Better things awaited me at home.
MICHAEL CALLED!
I wasn't quite sure who it was when I picked up my cell.
Me: Hello?
Michael: Uh, Mia?
MT: This is she.
MW: (laughing) Those princess lessons do help, I see.
This is about the time I realized it was Him.
MT: Oh, haha. Unfortunately. It seeps into my blood.
MW: That's kinda gross, but cool. So…how are you?
MT: Pretty good. What about you? Feeling any better?
My tone may have been cool, but I was shaking uncontrollably.
MW: Ya know, it's funny. Just before you left, I started feeling miraculously better.
I can't breathe.
MT: Oh, really? That's…nice.
MW: (softly) Yeah, it is.
There was a thirty-second comfortable silence. Michael Moscovitz likes me!
MT: So I'll be there tomorrow. After my princess lessons.
MW: You can't skip school again? My stomach still feels awful. You could bring me Saltines and Sprite and call me Hot Pants…
MT: (giggling like an idiot) I can't skip again! But maybe I can get off princess lessons.
MW: I can settle for that. And, ya know that thing that made me feel better?
MT: (blushing so much he could probably hear it) I think so.
MW: More of that would be…therapeutic.
Right about then, my mom started yelling at me to get started on my Algebra—damn her boyfriend.
MT: I gotta go.
MW: Okay, then. See ya tomorrow.
MT: Tomorrow.
Ahhhh, I'm so in love.
Michael's POV
Well. I'm happy.
I managed not to screw up my first romantic, mushy-gushy call!
That's not to say my heart wasn't just about to pound out of my chest the whole time.
We haven't officially established that we're dating—but I can't help but envision future kisses and first dates and holding her hand some more. That would rule.
Even though I was feeling up to it, there weren't any scenes for me to film that day. So I just lazed around until Mia got there. I even watched a bit of my movie—which she left behind.
The sad thing is that thing's less cheesy than any of my recent films.
Anyway, I was taking a short nap when I heard a rap on my trailer door. I hopped up and went to open the door for her. "Hey," I said, my cheeks redder than they've ever been with movie-makeup. "Come on in."
As soon as she stepped inside, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, just to make sure yesterday hadn't been a dream.
I pulled back and searched her face for a reaction. And it was most definitely pleasing—her smile broadened and she kissed me—on the lips—until I thought my head was going to explode.
"Your lips have healing powers, I think," I murmured, kissing her gently. I got her teeth instead, since she was grinning so widely.
Mind you, this was the first girl I had kissed and meant it. Sure I had been out with a few girls—but any kisses I gave them were purely to get them to shut up.
I helped Mia with her Algebra homework. I somewhat-coyly suggested we play Strip Equations, but Mia declined. I settled for kissing her for every answer she got.
I'm taking her out this weekend. No bodyguards, no limos, no friends.
Just us. And I can't wait.
