Author's Note: If you don't like the length then I suggest you stop reading. This is my story and I know exactly what is going to happen. It's already written and therefore I don't need to be told that it needs to end already. I'm already well aware of the fact tis is twenty four chapters already. But thank you for your honesty.

And it will most likely be about thirty four (estimation). Plus, it IS a prologue. So you can stop reading and just pick up where it leaves off when I publish the next one.

LadyCoco: Who knows. But remember there is a sequel to this so keep that in mind.

The Trouble: His namesake always makes a comeback.

Eras: Not enough Carmine in that movie.

Dyers: Oh c'mon. Sarah Jane hasn't done anything bad except have the audacity to date Michael. No death threats!

Okay, you guys read this. Next chapter is more important but who knows when I'll get to post it. I have a paper due on Tuesday, mid term on Wed. Work tomorrow. So review and I may get inspired.


Life was getting better. The band was as well. We got a gig every weekend playing at some bar near NYU. I moved into an off campus apartment (remember, I am starting up classes again there) with Manny.

But Sarah Jane made me feel so guilty for hooking up with Mia. I was a huge shit. She was so sweet to me. She brought back some rice crispy treats her mother made for me. "She wants you to maybe come back during spring break," she explained as I inhaled the treats.

"Oh," I replied, not offering my opinion. "We'll see."

"Hey, wanna see a movie?" Mia asked as we got off stage from our set in late January. "There's some really great ones out. I was thinking-"

"No. I have plans. Thanks anyways," I said, regretting making plans with Sarah Jane.

"Oh," she said with a face that made me want to cancel my plans and tell Sarah Jane to screw off.

"I'll come," Orlando offered. "I love American films."

Mia shot me a dirty look. "Okay. Let's go."

"So, Mia…."Sarah started slowly as I started figuring out the tip at the diner.

"Yeah?" I asked with my arm around her.

"Isn't she…a bit young to be hanging out with you boys?"

"No. She's mature for her age. Plus, I've known her my entire life."

"So she's like a sister, right?"

"Sure." If you highly enjoy making love to a sister.

"No, she's like a sister, right?"

"Yeah."

I didn't like where this was going. I mean, normally, yeah. Any guy would be pumped that this girl wanted him. But I knew that Mia was out with that stupid Dominican kid. He was probably trying to get his hairy hands on her. We got up to leave.

"Michael," she started.

"What?" I asked.

"You love me, right?"

Luckily, we were interrupted before I could offer an answer.

We walked out of the diner and literally ran into Mia and Orlando. "Hey," I said, taking my arm from around Lindsey's shoulder.

"Oh, hi. I um…forgot my scarf in the club up the street. Grandmere will flip out if-"

"Stay here. I'll go get it," Orlando offered. What a gent.

The three of us stood there awkwardly. Mia tried to look around at the New York characters out on a Friday night. "What's it like being a princess?" Sarah Jane asked.

Mia nodded. "Nice," she mumbled.

She was staring off at something. I don't know what though. But it was something that would make her actually say she liked being a princess. And didn't make her make a face at the fact that this girl knew about it.

"That must be really weird."

"Not really."

"Do you like being in the band?" Sarah Jane asked. "It must be weird, being the only girl."

"Not really," Mia replied, glancing at me. "They are all like my brothers. All of them."

I fucked up again. Just as we were going to get together (I think). I have to dump this girl and ask Mia out tonight. I'm sure she'll come by to sleep in my bed.


MIA:

I did not like her. She had long blonde hair. Looked like a total bimbo. Okay. Not really. I'm sure she's a totally nice girl. But I hated seeing her holding Michael's hand. But he didn't seem to mind.

Why should he? If he didn't like her then he'd have dumped her by now. And if he had liked me he'd have told me when Schilling and I broke up.

My phone rang as the girl started holding his hand. I could tell he was feeling weird. Hell, I would too if the girl I'd been hooking up with interrupted my date.

"Hello?" I asked, walking away from the love birds.

"Hey, it's me. Is that you in front of Gruff's Diner?" Schilling's voice asked.

I looked over, "Yeah. So that is you over there?"

"Yeah. I miss you," he said softly.

"I miss you too," I replied.

"I'm coming over," he said. I saw him getting up and crossing the street without looking for cars.

"Okay," I said with a smile.

He marched right over and just kissed me. Not a single word. Just kissed me silly. Right there on the street. I kissed him back. It was nice to have a guy kiss you when he's sober. Especially a guy like Schilling.


"So you guys are back together?" Shameeka asked me at lunch the next week.

"Yeah."

"What about-"

"About what?" Lilly asked, cutting her off.

"Nothing. Just you know his jealousy and stuff."

"Oh, right. What about that? What about Schilling's jealousy?" Lilly asked.

"I'll deal with it if it becomes an issue," I replied, staring at Shameeka. I knew what she was going to say. "But I highly doubt it will be."

Schilling really became the perfect boyfriend. He really was. He came to all of our shows, sent me flowers on Valentine's day and bought me a Tiffany's bracelet with my initials on it.

"You sound great up there, guys," he said putting his arm around me after a show.

Michael shot him daggers. It's funny that he doesn't think I notice. "Yeah. I know."

"Waiting for SJ?" I asked, referring to his new girlfriend.

"Yeah. You two are coming to the party later, right?" he asked, referring to a party Kevin was throwing.

"Okay, we're gonna go back to the dorms for now," Schilling said, helping me get my jacket on. "But we may make an appearance."

We went back to his dorm and hung out with some of his friends. I ran into Sarah Jane. "Hey," I greeted, hugging her. God. Having alcohol in my system makes me really touchy feely. "How've you been? You must be so happy since you are with Michael!"

She made a weird face. "Uh, yeah. Are you okay?"

"Never been better," I replied laughing. "You should be out with Michael right now! Making the love with him! He's fan-frickin-tastic….from what I hear at least."

"Where is Schilling?" she asked.

"Over there," I replied, gesturing to the general area of my boyfriend.

"Oh-"

"Michael isn't with you?" I asked, looking around curiously. I was drunk. I wanted him. Badly.

"Oh no. He's having that party over at the guy's place…Not really my thing, ya know?"

"Uh-huh."

"Plus, I needed a girl's night, ya know?" she asked, sitting on the floor. I sat next to her.

"I'm horrible with girls," I replied, taking a sip of my drink. "Boys are easier to talk to. They understand better."

"That's why you and Michael make such good friends," she replied. It wasn't bitchy, just honest. Since she thought that was all we had ever been. "Sometimes I just don't get him. But I know you can get him better sometimes. He said that once."

"Oh? That's only since I've known him since he had a girly voice and not the manly man one he has," I assured her. "I bet you'll get him so much better than I will. That's how things work."

"No. He says you are like a little sister to him," she replied.

Yeah, sure. But if you've had your tongue down your sister's throat and on other parts of her then you have severe issues. Seriously. "Best girl friend gets dumped when the girlfriend shows up."

"I don't want him to dump you," she said quickly. "Just like I wouldn't dump my best guy friend.

I looked at her skeptically. "Oh?"

"Yeah. Will. We've been best friends forever. Our mothers were pregnant together and everything."

"Where does he go to school?" I asked.

"Hoftra," she replied. "He and I fly home together. Well, we'll drive home for spring break but whatever."

"That's cuuuute."

She laughed. "You know, you remind me of myself when I was in high school. At least from what Michael's told me."

"What did he tell you?" I asked soberly.

"You like writing. But sometimes you feel a little self conscious. You get nervous easily. He says you are a really great writer."

"Not really," I replied modestly.

"Oh please. He showed me a poem you wrote for some guy back when you were a freshman. That you ran it by him first."

What. The. Hell. How had he known? Why hadn't he said anything?

"Oh. Yeah, well, those were kind of dorky. Kind of a joke actually. Lilly and I decided to play a practical joke on this guy and totally freak him out."

"Well, I thought they were sweet. I wrote letters to Will once. I liked him once upon a time."

"Oh yeah?"

"It would never work out. At least not right now."

"Cuz you have Michael," I replied. "And he's absolutely amazing. The perfect boyfriend!" What the hell? Why was she even thinking of a stupid guy when she has Michael?

She half smiled, "Michael and I have only been dating for like, three months, Mia. I highly doubt he cares that much for me. I'm almost positive he's still thinking about someone else."

"Then why the hell are you with him?" I snapped, almost in tears. How dare this bitch act so casual about Michael!

"Mia, it takes time," she said, acting as if she's talking to a five year old and not an almost eighteen year old. "I'm sure through time I'll get his full attention."

"Maybe you don't even deserve it," I snapped jumping up and tossing the remainder of my drink on her. Okay, a little dramatic, I admit, even in my drunkeness. So I pretended it was a mistake. "Oh, sorry about that. But I still say you don't deserve him."

"Of course you wouldn't," she said in that condescending voice. "Since you are the one he still thinks about-"

"Not true!" I yelled. "Not true! We're friends! Just friends!"

She ignored the mark on her shirt. "Mia, fine. But sometimes people need to get over that kind of a relationship as well. Its natural progression-"

"You don't deserve him. You…you stupid Kentuckian!"

"What?" she asked, smirking.

"Oh you heard me," I said turning my heel. "Oh, and I totally meant to dump that drink on you."