AN: Srry srry, you know why.
I can't believe it. Michael is going to dump me, I just know it. He wants to go home. He didn't even tell me first. He told Grandmere. This is humiliating, my grandma knows something about MY boyfriend that I don't. I wonder why Michael wants to go. I mean I've been nice to him, haven't I? I think I have, but one is never best to find out. In other words I should ask someone else, like my Dad. ARRRR! My Dad is away, for a week. I didn't even know until I asked Grandmere where he was. This is crazy! No one is telling ME anything! I think I'll go talk to Michael. I think Tina would approve, at least I hope she would approve.
Here's how is went down, exactly or almost exactly.
Me: Michael, can I ask you something?
Michael: Sure! (As he motions for me to sit down on his bed with him)
I blurt out, "Why do you want to go?"
"Mia, Mia, Mia. Let me guess, you think I'm going to dump you, again?" Michael guessed.
I nodded my head slowly.
Michael burst out laughing. "Mia! Haven't you learned? I love you! Come here." He said letting me sit on his lap. "Now, you listen and you listen good. I will never ever dump you. N-e-v-e-r. Never. OK." He asked.
I nodded knowingly.
"Now do something for me, stand up. Take my hand," Michael never got to finish, I knew what to do. I kissed him, kissed him like we were both going to die and that would be our last moment together. But it wasn't. Of course it wasn't, it was just one more kiss on our road to heaven.
AN: Last Chappie. I know this story is short and that it's not my best work, but I think this is a fitting end, eh?
