Author's Note:
Liss: I lied to you and I'm sorry. I changed the next part (this one that is). I thought you said your parents took you to a John Tesh concert at Red SOCKs when you were little. I was terribly concerned. That may have been what turned you to the dark side. And as you know, I do do that thing with the chapters. Cuz I hate breaking them down as I write. It hinders my writing process.
Handsoff: You amaze me with your keen intellect. No one else caught that little fact.
Erikanator: Now that I look at that line it is like that song. But I was just making him stumble on his words because he was nervous. And lying.
Lyra: Michael doesn't do the girlfriend thing. He's holding out for something else. Or he just likes the variety he gets by sleeping around.
Hgill: you have no idea
8sPerson: I like that my nickname is like your stuffed monkey, but I was referring to the e you used in my first name. My name is Kristin. Sorry, I'm terribly nitpicky about that cuz everyone always spells it wrong.
I read Gossip Girl in November. I wrote this in October. It is a coincidence. Merely a coincidence. But it kind of does sound like a witchy name (no offense to anyone named Serena). I do have a theory on who Gossip Girl is.
Erasde: The entire Eagles team was out partying on Saturday night and had no curfew. The Patriots were on curfew starting on the Thursday before the game I think , and weren't allowed out on Saturday night. That's why the Eagles were getting severe cases of the cramps.
The Patriot's parade was amazing. Tom Brady, there are just not enough words to describe. My only beef is that Adam was in Hawaii because his wife is pregnant and didn't want to do all that traveling. Pshaw, she is slowly becoming one of my least liked people. For Real.
Oh, and I figured out who I imagined Michael to be in this story, look wise that is. It's this RA named Damien from my old dorm last year who was the biggest man whore and slept with all this residents (on like, the tenth floor, I was sadly on the fifth). He's quite good looking, even though he shaved his head.
Go read the story. You know you wanna.
Red Sox Countdown: Six Days, 18 hours, and 13 minutes and 6 seconds
The hottest best named character makes his real debut here (he appeared last chapter but actually has real dialog here).
"Asshole!" Shameeka's voice screamed
"Why are you getting a hummer in here?" Lilly's voice squeaked. "At least have the decency to lock your door!"
I pushed Aimee away (causing her to hit her head) and zipped my pants up. "I said no," I hissed. "Get the hell out of here."
She looked a tad bit embarrassed. "But Manny said…"
"What the hell did he say?" I snapped.
"That you guys are always out. That you are always picking up girls. So clearly you cheat on-"
"Manny doesn't know what he's talking about," I semi lied. I mean, I always felt like I was cheating on her when I hooked up with the women from the bars. So I guess…I need to stop thinking so damn much. "I said get out already."
She grabbed her purse and ran out of the room. So I was left with three teenage girls who were all pissed at me for the same reason. Well, maybe Lilly was hiding her reasoning behind the whole bringing a girl over when Mom doesn't know her thing. I knew she was pissed for doing this to Mia. Maybe Mia had told her the truth about...well, about how she felt about me. Maybe it was a good truth, ya know? That she actually liked me. Maybe that's why Lilly is pissed.
"Hey girls. What's up?' I asked, looking casually for where Mia ran off to.
"Asshole!" Shameeka repeated.
"Chill out Sham," Lilly replied. "Look manwhore, if you demand on having sex with random people it's fine. The girl was just a little below you I think though. Not your usual style is she? Or are you going for the preppy look these days?"
I sighed heavily. "Lilly-"
"Just don't bring them here. After all you never know who is going to be around the house."
I looked down the hall at Mia. Her arms were crossed and she was staring at pictures on the wall. "I know Tina would be crushed if she had seen that," Lilly continued. "After all, she doesn't know the real you like the three of us do. She still sees you like a sainted man."
I stared at her pointedly. She'd never let Mia go out with me. Even if I had the chance, Lilly would tell her that she couldn't date me simply on principle. And Mia would listen to her. "If the skank stole anything Mom will flip out."
I looked back down to Mia who was now talking to Shameeka. She actually looked reasonably upset now. Who could blame her? I not only called her Serena the Whore Bitch (not the whore bitch part, but it is implied), but now she walked in on someone trying to molest me (although it did appear I was going along with it) "Great," Lilly continued again. "Now Mia's upset. Michael, keep it in the pants from now on or go somewhere else. I think that seeing her male best friend's penis is a little harsh, don't you?"
I hated how she played dumb with me. She knowsthat Miaand I have fooled around, played doctor, if you will. But yet she was still playing stupid. Waiting for me to do something about it. But she knew I wasn't going to.
"Mia, what's wrong?" Lilly asked going over to her. "I know seeing Michael's penis is difficult but we all know it exists and is in rare form now."
"I never thought it would be that small," I heard Shameeka joke. Mia actually laughed.
The girls went into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the hallway. I went back into my room and pulled down my pants. I'm not that small. Not insanely huge, but not small. Mia...well, maybe she just thought it was because she had nothing to compare it to. That's all.
I showered up and pounded my fist into my bed a few times before I ventured into the kitchen where the girls were eating ice cream again. How do I do this? Do I act casual? Do I make a joke of it? Do I act angry about Aimee, making Mia realize that I was not a willing participant?
"You keep this up you'll all be so fat," I teased, squeezing Mia's belly. What the hell is wrong with me? I just keep saying word vomit.
She slapped my hand away, "The American male has severely damaged views about women," she snapped. "I'm proud to be a size nine and don't care if you don't like it. YOU aren't the one I'm out to impress."
I didn't want her to think she had to impress me. I mean, she did impress me without even trying. Just being around me and putting up with my verbal feces was impressive. Not many girls would stick by a guy that is as big of an ass as me. Maybe she did love me, even just a little bit. Why else would she stick around?
I need to stop thinking so damn much. Especially when it comes to her.
"You should eat more, Michael," Shameeka replied. "Girls don't like guys too skinny."
Mia snorted, "Clearly some girls have no standards."
I stared at her, realizing how royally fucked up I had made the situation. Not only had I said I love you Serena, but now I let her see my man whore side. She was never supposed to see that. I was supposed to be the sweet and caring guy that she could come to whenever she wanted. Basically I am saying that I'd be her bitch if I were her boyfriend. But she wasn't the type to make a guy do that. She was too independent.
"What are you staring at?" Mia snapped. "Do I have something in my hair or something?"
Shit, I stared too long. I tend to do that when I zone out. I don't even realize that I'm staring.
"Oh, uh, I…"
"Aren't you going to apologize?" Shameeka snapped. Here's my chance. She was giving me the opportunity to show that I felt Mia deserved an apology. That I owed her one. Because we actually had something and I was constantly mucking it up.
I looked at Shameeka appreciatively.
"Girls, who the hell cares? It's Michael. Leave him alone."
Great. Defend me now, Little Sister. "What are you girls doing here still? Don't you have homework or something?" I asked, looking at Shameeka and Lilly.
Shameeka started to stand up and say something, but Mia interrupted.
"Actually, I have princess lessons," Mia said getting up and wiping her lips. "I'll see you girls tomorrow in school. And you at practice," she said, staring coldly at me. I couldn't look at her. I was totally disgusted with myself.
"Yeah," I said hoarsely, realizing that Shameeka was staring at me. Studying my expression. I nodded to her and she smirked. The smile of someone in the know. She can help me out. I bet she will.
Mia's phone started ringing. "Hello?" she asked, confused. She didn't recognize the number. Her mother keeps telling her not to answer the phone if she doesn't know the number. Weirdo's have found out her number and call all the time asking how she's doing her hair that day. So they can put it in the latest teen magazine. What Young Royals are Wearing.
I reached for it to yell at the person but she swatted me away. "Oh, hi Schilling," she said with excited eyes, looking at my sister and Shameeka. They started flipping out.
"Who is that?" I asked Shameeka.
"A guy she met last night."
"She met a guy?"
"Yeah, remember? The one that came early on her shirt?"
"But-"
"It's none of your business anyways," Lilly snapped. "Why don't you go return the favor to that girl?"
I glared at her.
She looked at Shameeka, "Mia has all the luck with guys. Schilling was sooo cute."
Well, I guess any chance I had is officially over now. If I ever even had one.
MIA:
I really did have to go to Princess lessons. Grandmere and I were going to discuss the design for some dress for the Black and White Ball in December. My cousin was bringing different fabrics and colors over to her condo to see what would be best for me. It makes no sense since it's a black and white ball.
But Grandmere explained that the Princess is to stand out. The princess wears color. BLAH.
I wanted to throw up when Michael dared to touch me after he'd been with that other girl. But he looked…almost sad when we found them. I said this to Lilly and she explained that he would be sad. He'd missed out on getting a blow job.
"What on earth is wrong?" Grandmere asked as I slouched over my journal.
I quickly snapped it shut, "Nothing."
"Stop lying. The sooner you tell me the truth, the sooner we can rectify it."
"Well…."
"Moscovitz?" she guessed. "That silly boy you have been pining over?"
I nodded pitifully. "Yeah. But he's not a silly boy. And I do not pine. I…I love him," I said softly. "At least..I think I do."
"Pfuit," she started, sipping her sidecar. "And he does not share your ardor?"
"Oh, I dunno…I thought he did," I started. "But then he…I…well, he called me by his ex girlfriend's name."
"I do not recall Rupart, God rest his soul, ever getting my name right."
"Huh?"
"Don't be vulgar. He called me Dearie. Never Clarisse. It helped him with his mistresses. So he wouldn't get us confused."
"Grandpere had mistresses!" I exclaimed. I peeked at the housekeeper who was kind of spying on us.
"Of course he did. All rulers do. I'm sure one day you will do the same. Anyways, have you done anything about this problem?"
"Well, that's not it. Today I went over with Lilly and we saw him…uh…in a compromising position with a girl. Then he acted all casual when he saw me again a few minutes later."
"He's a man," she replied, as if that would explain everything. "He does not understand how much you are worth. That he does not even deserve your ardor."
"But-"
"So you must make him realize that he doesn't deserve you. Make him do something to fix this. It is the man's problem. The men should chase the women."
I sighed. Okay, what is this? The 1950's? "Grandmere….who do I…"
"Ignore the boy. Find another to take his place. Let him suffer. He'll come around eventually."
"When! When I'm forty?" I wanted to scream. "Of course, Grandmere."
I had my first date with Schilling the following weekend. "How are you not amazed by this?" he asked, looking through the tourist shop. "I mean, where else can you buy a street sign that says Derek Jeter Way?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a Yankee fan," I replied. This earned me a dirty look from the shop keeper.
"You no a Yankee fan? Where you from? Everyone is Yankee fan!" he said in broken English.
"Especially those David Ortiz," Schilling replied. "Didn't he hit a few homers off of them?"
The man squinted his eyes. "No no..."
"Or was it that drunken Mark Bellhorn?" Schill continued. "Sir, with all due respect, you cannot expect this beautiful girl to care in the very least about those chokers."
"You two out! Out of here I say!"
I started laughing after we ran out of the store,"Are you aRed Soxfan?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. I like the Tigers. They aren't much but who is compared to the East coast baseball teams?"
I shrugged. "I don't follow baseball. Who were those guys were saying? A drunk playing baseball?"
He started to explain, but gave up.
"Oh, nevermind then. Uhm, I don't wanna freak you out, but there is a wicked huge guy behind us. Has been near us all after-"
"That's just Lars," I replied. "My bodyguard."
"You have a body guard?"
"I'm a princess," I replied. I had thought he knew.
"Yeah right," he said laughing. "Who is he, really?"
"I'm seriously a princess. Of Genovia."
He looked a little puzzled, "Of a whole country?" he said in shock.
"Yeah."
"I knew I knew you from somewhere. Weren't you on the cover of US a few months ago?"
"Yeah," I replied, shuddering at the memory. They had a big picture of me trying yoga out at the Y. "Anyways, I hope it isn't-"
"Are you kidding? Back when my dad was governor I had like, three guys with me all the time. You are lucky."
I smiled. He knew where I was coming from. It was nice for once to have a boy just understand. Michael was always trying to dodge Lars. To make us lose him in a crowd. One would think this would annoy a bodyguard, but not Lars. Maybe he trusted Michael. But well...I dunno, it's just nice to have a boy be amazed by you. Who doesn't tease you all the time. Who doesn't treat you like one of the guys in public. Who finds every little thing fresh and new about me.
I had gone on the date expecting to simply use him to get Michael jealous, but it worked against me; he was perfect.
"I'd love to hear your band play," he said after our fourth date. We were standing in front of my building at the end of it.
"Oh," I started fumbling with the pins on my messenger bag. "I dunno."
"You dunno what?"
"I mean," I said, laughing, "When we can have someone. Maybe…yeah, why don't you come with me to practice tomorrow night?"
"Really? That's great. It's kind of hot seeing a girl playing a guitar," he said with a shy smile. He was utterly perfect and unassuming. We hadn't kissed yet, but spent loads of time together. I was beginning to question his sexuality. I mean, I don't mean to brag, but I wasn't lookign too shabby when we went out. I even broke out a few skirts for the dinner we shared the previous night. Maybe he just looked at me as a friend. A person to see his new city with.
"Good to know," I replied with a coy smile. That's when he did it. He took my hands in his own and kissed me gently until I gave him the go-ahead to kiss me a little more than gently.
"Good night Miss Mia," he said, pulling away. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"You too," I replied.
"I can't wait to meet all of your friends."
What had I gotten myself into?
