Mia's POV:
The next morning at breakfast, we ran into that Carol person again. She actually had the nerve to sit in Michael's LAP, before he shoved her off…YES!
Anyway, she was all, "Michael-poo, are you ready to go to the pool party today?"
He glared at her. "I don't know who this Michael-poo is, but it's not me. Yes, I'm ready for the pool party. I plan on going with my girlfriend, Mia Thermopolis."
He indicated me sitting there. Carol sniffed. I could so tell she was thinking, 'Why go out with her when you could go out with me?' Whatever.
That day I witnessed the scariest thing in my life. Grandmére wore an actual bathing suit to the pool party! EW! This is how the conversation went when I saw her:
Grandmére enters room wearing hideous, and rather revealing, bathing suit
Me (at the time I was drinking some lemonade): spits out lemonade all over poor Boris, who was sitting in front of me GRANDMERE! What are you WEARING?
Grandmére: Amelia, have you never seen a swim suit?
Me: But—but….
Michael: Mia…
Boris: Mia would you mind handing me a napkin?
Me: numbly hands Boris napkin
Boris: Thank you.
Me: But you are my grandmother!
Grandmére: What is your point, Amelia?
Me: Grandmas don't generally walk around in bathing suits!
Michael: Mia…
Grandmére: Well, Amelia, it is a pool party…what do you expect me to wear? A Superman costume?
Me: But…
Michael: Mia…
Michael dragged me away from there after that, while my jaw was still practically dragging on the floor.
"Mia, from what you say, it would not be the best idea to get onto bad terms with your grandmother…"
"But Michael, she was wearing a bathing suit! Was I supposed to just let that go?"
Michael looked uncomfortable. "Well…yes."
I groaned. "Let's just go swimming."
"I think that is a fine idea," Michael said, steering me toward the lake.
About 20 minutes later, I had forgotten the whole Grandmére fiasco. We were horsing around in the water, and I must admit, Michael was kind of grabbing me in inappropriate places. Not that I minded this. But still.
It was so obvious that that slut Carol was trying to get Michael's attention. She kept getting in between us and batting her eyelashes, and sunbathing right near where we were making out.
It was very annoying.
Then again, we didn't get much making out in, because Grandmére was sitting right there. At one point she fell asleep, probably doped up from all that sun, and we started at it. But not for long.
"Oooh, my back aches soooo much…I wish someone would come and massage it for me…"
"What did you do, bend the wrong way while sitting in someone else's lap, or something?" Michael said, taking the opportunity while coming up for air to insult her. I smiled at this.
Carol scowled. Michael shrugged and went right back to kissing me. A half hour later, Grandmére woke up and started scolding Carol for her very…revealing bathing suit.
Life is good.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I went out to the lake. My bathing suit was still hanging up and very wet. So what. I'd go skinny-dipping.
I was having a very good time, swimming in the moonlight. I even harmonized with the croaking of the crickets nearby. I was doing the backstroke when I bumped into something…
I put my feet on the bottom and whirled around.
Michael.
Apparently, he'd had the same idea as me.
And apparently, he was just as freaked out about the fact that we were both standing there, naked, no less, in the middle of the night in a lake when we didn't know the other person was there, as I was.
I let out a small scream of surprise.
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were here, I couldn't sleep, and…"
"It's okay, Mia." He said.
"Well," I said. "I can't get out now!"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because your standing right there! And my clothes are back in the cabin! Oh, Michael, I didn't bring them! I didn't think anyone else was out!"
"Well, I understand some of the guys just got back from a party somewhere…"
My eyes widened. "WHAT!"
"Shh, look, we can go to my cabin, it's closer. You can shower. Borrow some boxers and a tee-shirt. You can stay with me and go back to your cabin later, it doesn't matter to me." Then I realized I wasn't covering up. I blushed. I didn't try to, because a) he was my boyfriend. Why the hell was I so embarrassed? And b) he had already gotten a good look at it, no need to hide it now.
He scooped me up, and ran back to his cabin with me. I showered, dressed in his boxers and tee-shirt, and got into his bunk next to him, snuggled up to him, and slept for the first time that night.
