Mia POV:

We just kept kissing, floating on cloud nine, until we were rudely interrupted by the coughing of Lily.

"Ok you guys its great that you guys are together now, but could you please GET A ROOM?"

Out of breath Michael came to our defense, "Geez Lily, chillax." And then he turned to me and whispered in a suggestive tone, "My room?", and gave me a wink.

I blushed and held his hand as he dragged me down the corridor and around to his room. We entered, the floor strewn with pieces of paper with music notes all over them, some although were just writing. As he hastily tried to pick all of them up, I spotted one and gently picked it up. He came past me and saw that I was reading something. He slowly stood up and blushed. I read the paper, not believing my eyes.

May 22- 4:15

I just had an intense tutoring lesson with Mia. Man I don't know how I handle those things without kissing her at least once. I try to show in her in all possible ways that I love her, but she just doesn't seem to understand. I gently rub my knees against hers. My hands linger on hers when I take the pencil from her to correct a mistake and I walk around shirtless as often as possible. Does she not recognize me at all? But of course, I forgot. I am seen as the geeky best friend's older brother. Oh well, a guy can always dream, right?

The rest of the page was filled with similar notes, all expressing the same kind of fondness in relation to me at some point in the entry. I lifted my head up to look at Michael, noticing his face was shaded a deep crimson.

I raised one of my eyebrows suggestively, and his blush got darker. I could see how he felt. I mean if he even knew what I wrote in my journals! Whew! Good thing he didn't have access to that kind of information. I confidently sauntered towards him, noticing his head was bowed in shame. I lifted it saying, "I write the exact same things in my journal." And kissing him hard. (A/N-Wow Mia's forward, sorry she's a bit out of character. Oh well, let me have my fun ;) !) He responded with the same force, sliding his arm up my shirt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid them into his deep, brown locks. They felt soft and silky in my hands. I felt literal sparks fly between us, but finally we had to come up for air. Michael was breathing heavily, looking at me with loving eyes.

I put my hands on his bare chests and quietly said "I love you" and burying my face into his shoulder. To my surprise and his also, I started silently crying. He pulled my head up, his eyes questioning the tears of, unknown to him, joy that were flowing down my cheeks. I had waited forever for this moment.

"I just love you so much Michael," And he knowingly pulled me in for another kiss. Knowing exactly how I felt because he felt the same way.

Michael POV:

The next few weeks were bliss. We spent every waking moment together. I couldn't bear to be without Mia for longer than a couple of hours. This love had sparked a new kind of me. I was open to PDA and I didn't hold back with Mia. Maybe it was because I loved her so much, or maybe it was because she was so goddamn beautiful, or maybe it was just because she was a great kisser. I didn't know anymore. All I knew was that I couldn't live without her. She was my heartbeat.

We watched movies together. We enjoyed Star Wars, quoting the different lines with the perfection of a couple that might have been together for a couple of years. I beared chick flicks with surprising ease; maybe it was because I was so close to Mia at all times. We watched Beauty and the beast many times, with me continuously laughing at Mia's love for the classic Disney movie. But she knew I didn't mind. We were too in love.

But one night, we decided to go out to see a movie. She picked a love combined with sports movie called Wimbledon. It actually sounded quite interesting and I was extremely excited to spend a night alone with her. Well I was always excited to spend any time with her. We watched Wimbledon, spellbound by the intertwining story of love and tennis, combined as a single unique art. Well maybe I'm being a bit artsy fartsy. But I thought it was very good, well at least for a date with Mia.

We spent the rest of the night in my room, cuddled up next to each other, just enjoying being so close to each other; something that both of us enjoyed. I kissed her often, but most of all I just enjoyed the feeling of her heart beating against mine. But could this endless happiness last forever?

We Mia and I meant to be together forever?

A/N- I finally updated! Wow you should all be so proud. I decided I wanted to expand on this a little, since my other story, The luck of the draw, should be finished soon, and I don't really have any new ideas at the moment. Please review so I can make sure that I have enough people who want to see more of this story, and then I will continue! Will Mia and Michael's bliss last forever? I guess you'll just have to review to find out! 