Um, okay. I'm not sure what happened with the reviews last chapter. A friend of Schwartzibrow swore she reviewed, but it never showed up. The only review that DID show up was from the lovely Kat.Thanks, Kat! So maybe this site will be a bit kinder next time and not detract from Schwartzibrow's ego.
I avoided Lilly like the plague after the 'Am Scray' incident. She knows I hate Pig Latin...ever since she used it on me for three months and I couldn't figure it out for the life of me.
But lucky for me though, she's been pretty busy with Boris anyway, so she hasn't had much time for me and my issues.
Speaking of my issues, I found a pamphlet stuck on a bulletin board outside a music shop downtown this afternoon. It read:
Hippity Hop, an all male, all fun place to be!
Like a gay bar!
Now I KNOW I'm not ready for that (and not only because the best resembling fake ID I've managed to score has a picture of a rather portly Asian gentleman on it), but I just thought it might be cool to hang around outside, pretending to be interested in the pavement or something, and just see what it's like.
There's no harm in that, is there?
And my interest in seeing a place like this in no way solidifies what I said aloud to myself earlier. I was merely seeing how it sounded to myself.
And I'm not at all sure how I feel about how it sounded…
So I'll check out that bar later.
"Hey, Michael," Lilly said, coming into my room where I'm playing with new layouts for CracKing on my computer. And no, there will be no nude male backgrounds, thank you very much.
"Yeah?"
"Have you got a minute? I thought we could talk…We hardly ever talk anymore."
Uh oh, here it comes. The 'Talk'. Questions like, "Why have you been acting weird lately?" and "Can I have my strawberry moisturiser back?"
"Uh," I stood up quickly. I am in no way ready to discuss this with Lilly, of all people. "Actually, Lilly, I'm just heading out. I've got somewhere to be."
No time like the present to check out that bar, huh?
"Oh, okay, well maybe later," she said, backing out of my room. "Maybe I'll hang out with Boris today then."
"Yeah, you do that. I'll see ya round."
I grabbed my keys and wallet and skedaddled for the exit.
I got no further than the lobby before running into Thermopolis, who announced some excellent news. Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with that rumour I heard about Chris Klein and Katie Holmes breaking up (purely because I used to watch Dawson's religiously and don't want anyone hurting cute little Joey, of course), but she dumped Josh!
Finally! She is free of that perfect-looking, straight A-scoring athlete…Why was he bad news again?
Oh right, because he's Josh Richter, that's why. And that loser is no where near perfect enough for Mia. She deserves so much more.
To celebrate, we snuggled down in the couch and watched Moulin Rouge. There's nothing quite like Ewan Mc Greggor prancing around and singing, even if you do like the ladies.
Ya know, Nicole Kidman is a fine piece of real estate. Or however the lingo goes.
And the costumes in this movie really bring out her best features. She's got great calves and…Wait a second, am I sounding like a guy? I mean, like a girl-liking guy?
Halleluiah! Praise the Lord! Clearly, I am not a Jude Law worshipper. And all it took was Nicole and her diamante studded dresses.
…Is diamante a word I should know?
No matter! Obviously I am just a well versed, girl-liking guy!
"Michael?" Mia whispered.
Lost in thought about my new found information, I ignored her, choosing to rub my foot against hers instead.
"Michael!" she said again, louder.
"Mia, I'm trying to watch---"
To my great surprise, she didn't let me finish my sentence.
She must have cottoned onto my girl-loving vibes, because she kissed me. Completely out of the blue, just kissed me.
I guess it's good to know that maybe I really am the only one noticing things different about myself lately. Obviously Thermopolis has no idea what runs through my mind.
Surprised by the kiss, I did what any normal guy would do, I pulled back.
Okay, so maybe normal guys iwouldn't /ipull back, but Mia's my friend, and the kiss was unexpected, how can I not pull back? It doesn't mean anything! That I pulled back, I mean.
She looked horrified. More scared than she was when Lilly made her watch Pet Semetary when they were ten. And I felt bad for her.
My eyed fleeted quickly back towards the TV screen where Nicole and Ewan were dancing.
I am not gay, I am not gay.
Closing my eyes, I moved in to kiss her again. There's no harm in exploring all possibilities, right?
A few minutes later and I didn't feel so optimistic about the kiss. If she actually likes me like that, then there IS harm in kissing her just to explore the possibilities from my point of view. That's wrong. And besides, I just wasn't 'feeling it', ya know? I had to end it.
Telling her I needed to think, I broke the kiss off and escaped into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
