Beta Note: I bet most of you have already read this, from El Scorcho, but I'm gonna put it up anyway. Yes, beta note. This is Liss, Michelle's beta, which means that I get to read everything first and I edit everything so there's not a gazillion typos and a bunch of Aussie slang that no one but the Aussies get. Anyway, I'm here because Michelle is rather sick at the moment, and is unable to update. But because she didn't want ya'll to go without her lubberly stories, she's having for me update for awhile. I'm not sure when she'll be back, but I'll make sure ya'll get your lovely fan fiction. If you have any questions, you can email me at , and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

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Liss again. I just thought I'd add that this is one of my favorite chapters of the whole story. (And yes, I've read the whole thing. haha, Lucie!) So ya'll'd better like it, and review. Plus, this chapter is great cause Felix is in it again. And we all love Felix.

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Chapter Eleven

Mia's POV...

Felix and I have been talking for a few hours now. I spotted Hayley and Maggie chatting up some guys by the pool table, so if they're happy there, I'm happy here.

But it's getting pretty late, I think I'll be going soon anyway.

"So what do you want to do after College?" I asked him.

"Well, I inherit a country when my father dies, so until I guess I'll just muck around until he croaks."

"Ha ha," I said jokingly. "But you know, there's actually a lot I have to learn before I can take over from him. So I won't just be sitting around procrastinating, thankyou very much."

"Yeah, I know. I was only kidding. Um, I think I want to be a computer programmer or something."

"You think?"

"Well, I mean, my dream job is to be in a rock band as a career. But as a back up, I guess I'll be a computer programmer. That's what my courses are heading towards anyway."

I nodded and took another sip of my Cherry Coke.

Suddenly the song playing changed and my heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, I love you, Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, I love you, I do, I do.

Felix noticed my expression, but he took it that I liked the song and actually wanted to hear it. "You like this song? It's a cover of an old Ramone's song. Michael wants us to consider playing it... Sorry, I'll just shut up," he said, realising he'd spoken about Michael.

"No, it's ok," I assured him, but I choked on the words.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He put his hand on my shoulder.

"It's just... this song..." I sputtered out, on the brink of tears.

Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, I love you, Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, I love you, I do, I do.

"Do you want to go outside? Get some fresh air? You won't be able to hear it from out there so well."

"No, um, actually, it's pretty late. I think I'll just get going. Can you tell my friends I've left? Thanks. I'll see you around."

I grabbed Lars and rushed out of there as fast as I could. Once we were outside, where I could hardly hear what was happening inside the club, I stopped to pull myself together.

"Princess, are you ok?" Lars asked, looking worried.

"No. I just want to go back to my room."

"Ok," he waited until I was ready, then guided me down the street where the limo was waiting in a carpark.

A minute later a puffed out Felix reached my side.

"Hey," he said. "I thought I'd catch a lift back to school with you, do you mind?"

"Sure, hop in," I indicated to the limo.

"Ooh, nice. Riding in style."

"Did you see Hayley?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's no problem. They said they won't be back for a few hours, but they said they'd get a cab."

Once we started driving, Felix said, "So... That song. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. Not really."

"Ok."

The rest of the ride back to Columbia was in an uncomfortable silence. I wasn't in the mood to talk, and he must have sensed that.

Eventually we arrived at the school and got out. Felix went to go in one direction and I in the other.

"I had fun tonight, Mia. I hope you did too," he said, backing away slowly in the direction of his building.

"Yeah, for the most part I did. Thanks."

"No problem. So I'll see you around?"

"Ok. Night."

Lars and I walked up to out rooms in silence. And when I was safely in mine and locked down for the night, I pulled out the cd of Michael's and slipped it into my discman.

I'm determined to be able to listen to this entire cd without crying. It might take a while, but I'm going to do it. I'm going to move on.

I don't want to cry every time I hear one of these songs. I don't want to forget what they mean to me but I don't want to be controlled by them.

I programmed it to repeat a couple of times and fell asleep to the sound of Michael's voice.

I slept in late the next morning, almost as late as Hayley and I have no idea what time she came in.

"Morning," she said groggily when she finally rolled over and cracked open an eye.

"Hi," I replied, putting my book down and rolling over to face her. "So how did you guys go last night? Any keepers?"

Nope. They were all right, but nothing special. What about you? You and Felix seemed to hit it off."

"Yeah, I guess. But I dunno..."

"What's that supposed to mean? Does that mean that he's interested but you're not?"

"No. Maybe... I have no idea. He didn't try anything if that's what you mean. But I kind of got the impression that if I wanted something to happen, he'd want it to. But I don't know. I mean, he's a nice guy and all, but I just don't think I know him well enough."

"Do you want to get to know him?" she asked, stifling a yawn.

"I really don't know. After all, he's friends with Michael. What would he say?"

"What would Michael say? Who cares! What does Michael GET to say? Nothing. If you and Felix wanted to go off and have a million kids and live happily ever after in your palace, Michael can't stop you. He doesn't have the right to, not as your ex, and not even as Felix's friend. So don't even consider Michael in this."

I nodded, but I'm not so sure. I definitely don't want to hurt Michael and I don't want to cause problems for him and the band, but Hayley has some valid points.

"But I don't even know if Felix and I even have a connection. Right now, I know nothing. I don't even know if we like each other enough to want to get to know each other better. So don't expect us to run off and have a million kids any time soon."

"Ok," she replied, sitting up on her bed. "I guess we'd better get up."

A few hours later the phone rang. Putting down my books I answered it.

"Hello, Amelia!" Grandmere sang down the phone, in a rather un-Grandmere- like voice.

"Hi, Grandmere."

"Guess what, Amelia? I have some exciting news! Your father and I will be coming back to see you!"

How thrilling. Not. More likely something else to stress me out.

"Cool, Grandmere. When?"

"Well, we're not sure. But it's been a few years since we have been in your city, so we thought we might come just before Summer, and then you can just come back with us to Genovia once school is finished. And, Amelia, I do not want you talking about that boy the whole time either. Ok?"

"There's no problem there, Grandmere," I told her bitterly.

"Why? He hasn't dumped you has he?"

"No. Kind of. It's confusing, but we aren't together anymore, and we won't be then."

Good. When you get here I can set you up with some suitable consorts."

"No, Grandmere, I'd really rather not..."

"Amelia, we'll talk about this later. I just wanted to let you know we'll be coming sometime before the end of the school year. But when we know the exact date, we'll let you know."

"Ok, I can't wait, Grandmere. Bye."

I hung up dreading the end of the school year.