Mia's POV
I've been crying for hours now.
It's a good thing Lars didn't ask any questions when he arrived, because I couldn't have gotten a word out. He just put his arm around me in an uncley way and ushered me out to the limo.
Michael can explain everything to his parents. I want nothing more to do with that idiot ever again. Ugh, I should've known that the Michael Wilson in him would never die out. I'm the idiot for not foreseeing this.
But, seriously. One minute we're kissing and cuddling and he's being sweet and adorable, and the next he's breaking it to me that CHEWBACCA means more to him than I do!
I will never in a million years get boys.
How could he do this to me! Oh, yes. He's an actor. This is what he does for a living. This is why he's leaving me!
I just never thought he'd pull one over on me. He even told me he couldn't act around me! Of course, all part of the ruse.
What did he need me for, though? Maybe he thought a relationship with New York's princess would further elevate his career. And when he found out that Grandmere wasn't taking the bait, he bailed.
Grrr! I thought I hated him when he was a jerk, but now he's a conniving weasly sonuva—
Wait, I like Michael's mom.
But that's Michael MOSCOVITZ'S mom. And Michael Moscovitz isn't real. Or he died a long time ago.
Kinda like Anakin Skywalker died and became Darth Vader.
Gah! I will not think about Star Wars. I'm crying again! And I refuse to shed another tear over him.
You shouldn't cry over assholes. They aren't even worth what the box of tissues cost.
Michael's POV
I can't believe that I did it again.
I broke her heart. And this time it's even more serious! This time it wasn't a schoolgirl crush on a movie star. She really, genuinely cared about me.
And you know what else is changed?
I love her now. I've had a crush on her since that day at the movies, but I fell in love when she went all nursemaid on me.
Is this what a broken heart feels like? I'll have to remember that for…
NO! My stupid movies are what got me into this mess in the first place.
That and my man-crush on Han Solo.
Dear God,
How are you? I'm pretty shitty, thanks. Listen, if Mia does the sane thing and refuses to take me back, may I please have a Millennium Falcon instead? Thank you.
Love and kisses,
Michael Moscovitz, Esq.
There, that should do it.
I think I might go barf now.
Mia's POV
I called Tina, and though I didn't actually SAY a word; I think she got the gist by my uncontrollable sobbing.
"I'll be right over."
"What happened?" she was asking a minute later, rubbing my back as I cried into my Tweety Bird pillow.
I lifted my head up slightly, reaching for a fresh tissue. Somehow my resolve not to cry had diminished when I spotted my Princess Leia screensaver.
Needless to say, my computer is now unplugged.
"He…he…" I choked, burying my face into the pillow once more.
"It's all right," said Tina soothingly. "You don't have to tell me right now."
The phone rang, and we both looked at it cautiously. "Your mom will pick up," assured Tina.
"She's at the studio," I sniffled.
"Then the answering machine."
Once again, I contradicted her. "Broken."
"Well, what if it's not him? It could just be your grandmother or something."
I smiled a little. "That's almost worse."
Tina picked up the phone slowly. "Hello?"
She looked over and made a slashing mark across her throat. I'm not quite sure what that was supposed to mean, but I gathered the caller was not welcome.
"She doesn't want to talk to you, and I don't either. Goodbye."
Tina slammed down the phone, grinning in triumph.
"It was him then?"
Hesitantly, she nodded. "He did sound sorry, you know."
"Tina," I admonished, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "Michael's famous for pretending to be something he's not. How am I supposed to believe anything he says?"
"Well, you never even told me what he did. Was there another girl?"
Oh, God. What if there was? What if he found out Paris Hilton wanted him? That would be even better for his stardom than dating me would ever be. "He…he…got an offer to do this movie but only if he broke up with me."
"You!" asked Tina, flabbergasted. "But what do you have to do with anything? Poor Michael, having to give up his love for the screen…"
"You're not listening! He chose a movie over me! And we weren't in love."
So Tina did what best friends are supposed to and got even more upset than me. "Who does he think he is! He's been in plenty of movies. And they're all the same! He even kisses the same every time…"
She drifted off, looking at me strangely. "Um, I was wondering…"
"Yeah?"
"What does it feel like to receive a kiss from Michael Wilson?"
I groaned inwardly. Yeah, I really want to think about his tongue in my mouth when I'm wicked pissed at him. "He's not quite the master that he is on-screen," I said with a giggle.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah," I said, building up steam. "He said I was his first real kiss. And he'd never French-kissed a girl before me."
"Not even on screen?" asked Tina, in a hushed voice. It's tough to have your idol brought down a notch. I know from experience.
I shook my head, grinning wickedly. "He licked my nose by mistake. It was so gross."
"So you're saying Michael's not so wonderful when the cameras are off?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying!" His film persona would NEVER have pulled this stunt with a girl. Then again, I don't think he's ever had a role as a movie star. "He's a virgin too."
He'd told me once when we were cuddling on the couch in his trailer. He was really embarrassed by it too. In fact, he'd only mentioned it because of the rumor circulating that he nailed a hairdresser on the set of his last movie.
Maybe it's not so weird for some people. But MICHAEL WILSON? Hottie extraordinaire? Favorite of the ladies! He's got his own apartment, for crying out loud! You'd think he'd have all sorts of skanks over.
It was kind of sweet, now that I think about it—his explanation, I mean. He said he was waiting for someone special, and then he kissed me.
All an act, of course.
Anything Michael Moscovitz said or did is not to be taken seriously. So I just went ahead and told it all to Tina.
Sure, some of it was a little private, but none of it was real. So what does it matter?
