AN: Liss has been really busy recently, so she apologises for not updating in a while.

And I'm not back for good, but I'm just updating the second chapter of the musical to start it off for Liss, and then leaving it with her. But I thought I may as well update this for ya'll at the same time.

A big hello to all my homies, who I haven't spoken to in months. You know who you are.

BN: haha, i hijacked the story! woooot! ok, so won't work for me half the time. so i've been having to update at my friend brandon's house. and it's a big pain in the butt. mucho apoligies. but i've found it does work at 2 in the morning. so i'll try and be better. in other news, PD6 rocks my world. can't remember if i've updated since i got it or not. but it rocks. and FELIX is in it. you don't GET much cooler than that. ok, i'll stop now. you may now return to your regularly scheduled fanfic. (i think i've said that before, but i like it, so whatever)


Mia's POV...

Their baby is going to be gorgeous; I just know it. I've only seen the ultra sound picture, but how can it not be? Michael is good looking, and Holly is a Lana-look-alike, so how can any of their offspring be anything but beautiful?

And he keeps the ultrasound picture behind the clear plastic bit in his wallet, the part where most people keep pictures of their girlfriends or boyfriends. That's so cute. And it wasn't accompanied by a picture of his skanky wife-to-be.

He's still sitting opposite me, a book in hand, but it's not as uncomfortable as it was five minutes ago. Five minutes ago I was flicking through my text books, racking my brain trying to think of something to say to make the silence more comfortable. And I'm pretty sure he wasn't concentrating on his book either. I kept catching him glancing at me. Although that's only because I was glancing at him too.

So now I can study comfortably in the silence. I'm not studying very well, and I'm still not understanding what I'm reading, but it's better than stressing over Michael sitting opposite me.

"Damnit," I involuntarily muttered. I looked around embarrassed. Everyone probably thinks I'm one of those crazy library types who talk to themselves, the ones to come here to 'be with their friends'. So not the image I want to portray.

"What's wrong?" Michael whispered over the table, placing his book down.

"Oh." I'm sure I blushed. "I just can't get my head around all this. I feel like it's all contradicting each other." I indicated to the textbooks in front of me.

"Do you want some help?" he asked.

"No, that's ok. You're busy. I'll get through it ok."

"No you won't. And I'm not busy, I'm procrastinating. Let me see." He reached over and turned my notes around to face him.

"Well if you're sure..."

"I'm sure." He smiled at me and I relaxed a little, sitting back in my chair.

After a minute of looking over my notes, he laughed to himself and shook his head.

"What?"

"Well it's no wonder you're confused. How can you make sense of these notes? I can't make sense of them either."

Now I know I'm blushing. "Well it made sense when I was writing it in class."

"Of course it did. It always does. But as soon as you walk out of class you forget what all of these scribbles relate to, and then they don't make sense. I think you need a new lecture-note-taking system. So let's just discard this..." I watched in horror as he ripped out pages and pages of notes. "And start rewriting them, from the text books."

"Michael," I gasped. "I don't have time to rewrite two weeks worth of lecture notes!"

"Mia, you don't have time to try to make sense of this jumble. Trust me, it's better just to start over. And don't worry, I'll help you. You'll catch up in no time."

Something about his tone made me feel sure. It was calm; reassuring. And it was just like he used to speak to me in my first semester of my High School Freshman year.

He even came around the table and sat next to me, so we could both see the same book at the same time. But we were both very careful not to let our knees accidentally bump, and we had our own pens so we didn't have to keep swapping. And I most definitely did not keep smelling his fresh, clean, soapy scent whenever he leaned across me.

Or maybe I did, but just a little.

It was late by the time I walked into my dorm room, but I was surprised to see Hayley was already home; she was talking to Felix.

"Hey, there you are," she stopped laughing and turned to me when I walked in.

"Hey," I replied. "What are you doing back so early?" It may have been late to have been out at the library but I didn't expect Hayley to be home for a few hours.

"Well, dinner sucked; we left as soon as we could. And it's a good thing we did because Felix was outside waiting for you."

"Yeah," Felix said. "I just wanted to talk. Hayley said you were at the library studying but we didn't expect you to be there until this late. Did they have to kick you guys out or something?"

"Uh, yeah. Something like that." Suddenly I feel guilty. Not that I have any reason to be. Felix and I are just friends, for the moment anyway. And I was studying. It's not like I've done anything wrong.

"Um, I'm just going out for a while," Hayley said, standing up.

"You don't have to leave," Felix told her.

"That's ok. I'll go see if Gemma is home yet, she should be. I'll be back soon."

"Ok," I replied, sitting down on my bed, opposite Felix who was still sitting on Hayley's.

"So, um, I spoke to Michael..."

"And?"

"And he gave us his blessing to go ahead with getting to know each other. You know, to see how it goes from there."

"Good."

"Yeah, so I was wondering, are you free tomorrow night?"

Tomorrow night? Michael said he'd meet me in the library to continue redoing my notes tomorrow night. Do I really want to blow off Michael for Felix?

Then again, I do NEED to study. It's not as if I'm choosing Michael over Felix, I'd be choosing my education over Felix. And catching up is important; I can't afford to fall behind.

"Tomorrow night? I really need to do more study; I'm really behind. But next week, if I'm caught up, I'd love to do something."

"Ok, next weekend it is. I'll have to think of something fun we can do, to give you a break from study."

"Ok, great."

Felix stood up and left. Once he was gone I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling until Hayley walked back in.

"Ok," she said, causing me to sit up. "Spill. Where were you?"

"What? I was at the library."

"Nobody stays at the library until it closes...well, they do, but normal people like you don't. So what's the deal?"

"I was studying." I stood up and walked over to my dresser to get some pyjamas.

Big mistake. I may as well have just come out and said, "I'm hiding something. Bug me until I tell you."

"Come on! Just tell me! Were you having a secret rendezvous with one of the male librarians? Did you break into the school records office and burn Holly's file?"

"No, no and no. I really was at the library...but I was with Michael."

"Whoa! Back up! What happened?"

"Nothing ok! It's not what you think. He was helping me study. That's all."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"Ok, I believe you. But be careful, Mia. You don't want to ruin everything by not moving on from Michael. You know you have to. And that's why I think it's a really good idea if you pursue things with Felix. He seems like a really great guy. We had fun while waiting for you."

"Fun? Sounds like you should be the one dating him, not me."

"Mia," she droned on my name as if it had more that one syllable.

I know I have to move on, I know that. But what's the harm in staying friends with Michael and passing my classes at the same time?