Hi, guys! Here goes Chap. 2:

I woke up to someone standing over me. I could have sworn someone kissed my forehead. But I guess not, because that someone was Michael.

"Get up, sleepyhead. They will be out here in a few hours."

"A few hours?"

"Well, I figured you might want to, you know, get dressed, and have breakfast, and get comfortable before everyone rejoined us in the car."

"Oh."

"Hey, do you want me to get out so you can get dressed?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. "You nearly caught me peeing on the ground. Do you think I really care if you see my bra or my underwear again?" I was surprised at my own assertiveness. Then again, it was only like, 5 in the morning, so maybe that was why.

He blushed, all the way up to his ears. "Well, I guess that's true…"

"Besides, I lo—" Oh my God, I almost said it!

"What's that, Thermopolis?"

"Um, nothing."

"No, really, you can tell me."

"Uhm…" I took a deep breath. I knew—or thought I knew—he was going to be really appalled at what I was about to say. I mean, he was going to go to college in the fall! What did he want with a high school sophomore? "Ikinofhavacrushonyou."

"What was that?"

"I—I have a crush on you. I—" I hesitated when Michael raised his eyebrows. "I've been like, in love with you since…since I first met you." Whoa! Talk about 5 o'clock assertiveness. He started to say something, and I winced, waiting for the kill. I don't want to have anything to do with you, freak!

"Well, Mia. I 'kind of' have a crush on you, too." I looked up. I was really surprised.

"Bu—" I never got to finish, though, because at this point Michael had his mouth glued to mine. This was perfectly okay with me. I deepened the kiss, and before long, we were Frenching, and steaming up all the windows. I could tell he totally wanted to start taking off my clothes for me, but he restrained himself. "Mia, maybe you should start getting dressed. You wouldn't mind some Pop Tarts, would you?" And with that, he pulled some Cookies n' Cream Poptarts from his backpack. "Sure," I squeaked. He squeezed my hand, and then turned his attention to "preparing" breakfast for us.

When I was completely dressed, and had my hair brushed and everything, we just kind of sat there, enjoying the peacefulness. Then, Michael went, "So, you've like, always liked me?"

"Pretty much."

"But you never told me."

"Well. No. I thought you thought I was just your little sister's best friend."

He laughed. "Well, I thought you thought that I was just your best friend's older brother."

"I guess we both thought wrong then, huh?"

"Yeah," he said. And suddenly, as if he had been holding himself back all the time I was getting dressed and eating breakfast and stuff, he grabbed me and started kissing me again…

…right at the moment that Lilly was opening the van door.

She took one look at us, and then heavenward. "Finally," she said, like she was ticked off we hadn't pronounced our undying love for each other sooner.

I regretfully pulled away from Michael to look at her. "You're not mad?"

"Mad? You two have been obsessing over each other for years now. You," she said, pointing at Michael. "Making up millions of songs about her. And you," the finger moved accusingly at me. "Writing about him all the time in your journal. And both of you always get this dreamy look on your faces whenever you're talking to one another, or about one another, or just looking at one another. You are so perfect for each other," she further accused, pointing at both of us now. "That it is sickening."

I smiled. "I'm happy to hear that, Lilly." And I went right back to making out with Michael.

She rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease. That is so sick. Exactly what I need to see in the morning, my sick brother playing tonsil hockey with my best friend." But she said it in a nice way.