Ouch. Two reviews? Is there anyone else out there reading?
Mia's POV
After Michael and I devoured the (cold) Ramen noodles last night, as well as each other, he left. But not before arranging to meet at the movies at one o'clock on Saturday. He's spending the entire day with me!
It'll be Christmas Eve-Eve, so we're going to see a Christmas movie special, then walk around holding hands for a while (this is our first 'outing' as a couple. He knows the Press is gonna be all over us, so he said that since we can't dodge them Roadrunner-style, we shouldn't hide it. Apparently we'll give them plenty of 'juicy' stuff for photos. Who am I to say no?), and finally have dinner at this neat little vegetarian restaurant downtown.
It'll be perfect.
Because he's perfect. He's already told me that nothing can stop us from being together. Not Jacques, not Grandmere, not the Press. No one.
And I believe him.
Michael's POV
Jacques has been on my ass all day. He keeps yelling 'Cut!' even when everything is going perfectly. He's just doing it so I'll get so annoyed and stop seeing Mia. But I won't. After all, it's his movie. If my acting is bad because he keeps yelling Cut then it's his fault…And that's what I'll tell the critics.
He also keeps whispering threats in my ear. 'I'll take away your Playstation privileges,' or 'No lunch truck for the rest of the movie,' or 'I'll give you the dingy trailer we gave to Norman.'
Big whoops. None of those things bother me. The Playstation is always being used by the kids of members of the crew, who are hanging around while on Christmas break, and I have enough money to not only provide my own lunch, but buy my own trailer if he takes mine away.
So there's nothing he can say to get me to reconsider. Nothing. And we're making our relationship official to the world on Saturday.
Mia's POV
I figured that if Michael and I are 'coming out' on Saturday, I should tell Kenny about us first, so he's not surprised. I owe him that much at least. And it's the last day of school before Christmas break, so I've got to do it now.
"Kenny," I whispered during Biology. He ignored me. Just like he has since he confronted me about that voice mail I left on his phone. That was an awkward conversation. And it's made Biology awkward since.
"Kenny!" I tried again.
"What, Mia?" he snapped, still not looking at me.
"Um, you know I'm really sorry about how I broke up with you, right?"
He finally turned to me, smiling broadly. "So you want to give it another go?"
Um, no. So no.
"Uh, no, Kenny. I just thought that I owed you the truth."
"And what is the truth, Mia?" He's shooting daggers at me. His smile is gone.
"Well, you know Michael Wilson? He's playing Josh in the movie."
"Of course I know who Michael Wilson is. Who doesn't? What about him?"
"Well, he and I are…we're sort of together now. I just wanted you to know."
"Oh. I thought you weren't much of a romantic person. You said you were more of a platonic person. At least that's what you said in your voicemail. Do you want me to play it for you?"
"No, that's okay. Um, I guess me and Michael are just more compatible than you and me. I'm sorry. I just thought you'd like to know."
"Yeah," he said sarcastically. I didn't think Kenny was capable of sarcasm. "Thanks."
Then he returned to his work.
Michael's POV
Ha! Jacques has called me into his office. Most likely to beg and plead with me. Good luck, buddy.
"Michael, sit down," he said when I walked into the room. He's sitting opposite someone who I recognised instantly. George Lucas.
Holy crap. This guy is like, my idol. I got into acting because of the Star Wars movies. I always wanted to be Luke Skywalker when I was a kid. I still have my first Light Saber.
Shaking slightly, I sat down next to The God and attempted a smile, but it probably came out making me look creepy. Great.
"Michael," Jacques said again, smiling as if he knew something I didn't. "I'm sure you know George. He and I are about to go out for lunch, but I thought you might like to meet him first."
"Uh…" That's all I'm able to say to the man sitting next to me. No, wait, the God sitting next to me. Let's try again. "Hi, I'm Michael."
Duh. And I've won awards for my acting! If only they could see me now.
"It's nice to meet you, Michael. I've heard a lot about you. And my daughters love your movies."
Compliments from George Lucas? What could be better? Working with him, hands down.
"Thanks. I'm a big fan of yours actually. Star Wars was what made me want to be an actor."
Jeez, suck up, much? At least I'm not babbling.
George smiled at me. "Good to hear. Well, we'd better get going. I'll see you round, Michael."
See you round, Michael. So casual. So unbelievably cool.
"Actually, George," Jacques said as we were standing up. "I'll meet you at the car in a few minutes, I just need to talk to Michael for a minute. Okay?"
"Sure," the God said, before walking out the door.
"Jacques!" I practically squealed once the door closed. "You rock! Thank you so much!"
He smiled. "No worries, Michael. I knew you'd skin me alive if you found out he'd been on the set and I didn't introduce you. But…"
There has to be a 'but', doesn't there? A price to pay. I knew it.
"What, Jacques?" I said, with a little more bite than usual.
"Well, George is doing a new movie. He's looking for a young male to play the lead role. Someone with experience and a household name. I thought…"
ME? In a George Lucas film?
"You'd put in a good word for me? Jacques, I don't…I don't know how to thank you. I've been wanting to get into movies with a little more substance, not that I don't love your movies, and all," I added quickly, seeing his raised eyebrows. "But doing a George Lucas film would be the best opportunity for me. Thank you so much."
Jacques smiled again. "I thought you'd be appreciative of it, Michael. And I'm sure there's something we can find for you to do to make it up to me. Don't worry about that."
Wait a minute…
With a victorious smile, he waltzed out the door.
WHAT did I just agree to?
