OK, here you go, second-chapter-of-all-time! If it takes a couple days for me to update this story between chapters, that's because I'm REALLY busy and hardly have time to get on the computer at the moment. So bear with me here.

DISCLAIMER. I think you all KNOW what that means. And if you don't, then know this: I own nothing, all credit goes to Meg Cabot, best realistic fiction writer of all time ;)

December 6, Entry 2, 8 AM

You know what sucks?

Staying up until four o'clock in the morning when you have school the next day.

I don't know if you're aware of that, but it does. It really, really sucks. Especially when the school you have to go to is AEHS. Because then you are constantly thrown into the face of the girl that you like but you know that you can't do anything about it, because she already has a six foot gawky biology-freak boyfriend, who's life apparently rotates around her since he acts as though they are attached at the hip.

Totally not implying that it's Mia who the girl is, by the way. I'm just saying that some people have to put up with this kind of thing, and it's not fair.

And it also sucks that I can't come up with a better word than suck at the moment, due to my brain not functioning properly on only four hours of sleep.

I actually don't even know why I am sitting at this computer still in my boxers writing this when I am supposed to be dressed and waiting for the limo to come and pick up Lilly and I. I haven't even brushed my teeth yet. But you probably didn't need to know that.

Ok. I guess I learned my lesson. No more staying up until four o'clock in the morning working on my website.

I'll only stay up until three next time.

And now Lilly is calling to me that I'd better get dressed and eat because Mia is supposed to be here in ten minutes. Actually, she didn't say it. She screamed it. In fact, her exact words were "MICHAEL! THE LIMO IS GOING TO BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES SO GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED!"

You know, if I really WAS asleep, then I would have barely made it to school. Lilly didn't even bother to see if I was awake or not. This has indeed happened a few times during my school career, where Lilly decides to scream five minutes before we are supposed to leave and then I end up going to school looking like I had a hang over and forgot to shave, brush my teeth and comb my hair.

Well. Next time HER alarm clock doesn't go off or she forgets to set it (in my case, it was the latter) I'll just let her sleep in. See how she likes it.

I should probably get dressed now. I guess it might be kind of embarrassing if Mia came to the door when I was still in my boxers.

December 6, Entry 3, 3 PM

This completely rules out all my firmly set down laws, you know. I've already written in this thing three times and it's only been two days. Actually, less if you add all the hours up. And the fact that I as soon as I got home from school and came in my room, then sat down in my computer chair and turned this thing on, is really kind of sad. I'm a GUY. Are guys supposed to keep journals?

Whatever. No one will see this, anyway. My parents kept trying to get me and Lilly to write down our feelings when we were younger, but neither of us was into it. Actually, Maya (our housekeeper) fished Lilly's out of the garbage quite a few times (my parents insisted she not let us throw them away) before just letting her throw it away. And me? Well... I really didn't enjoy it for those few weeks, and then the notebook got lost, so I had an excuse. I'm surprised my parents didn't just get me a new one.

But I wasn't about to tell them this, of course. Because it's not like I wanted one.

Anyway, today was slightly more eventful than usual. Lilly and I piled into the limo (Me, still putting my tie and that stupid green AEHS blazer on) and greeted Lars (her bodyguard) and Mia, who was, as usual, looking really great. I was guessing that she didn't hug Fat Louie that much this morning, because her skirt and blazer had less noticeable amounts of orange cat hair all over them. Her hair wasn't even that much triangular-shaped (though I think this was because of her Grandmother's outbreak a few weeks ago, where Mia was forced, according to her (Mia, I mean) to endure a haircut by some guy named Pat or Paul or something).

So then Mia said "hi" back, and I smiled down at her when I slid into the seat since I'm sort of incapable to come up with intelligent speech in the mornings and I was afraid of making a fool of myself. She blushed and smiled back, and then turned her head really quickly to her lap.

When I was in seventh and eighth and ninth grade, I probably would have been excited by this blush. Because it seemed, when she blushed at me, like maybe she liked me, or something, and that was why she blushed. Like she was shy around me.

But over the past couple years I have come to the realization that Mia really does just blush around everyone. Actually, she blushes A LOT. Well, when she's embarrassed or something. Which apparently happens very often.

In my opinion, she never seems to embarrass herself too badly.

But I would of course say that, since I... love... her, so really, I shouldn't be saying anything.

So then Lilly made me switch places with her so she could talk to Mia, and I sat and looked out the window while Mia and Lilly talked about Lilly Tells it like it is and how they were going to do another tribute to Norman (although I know for a fact that my parents told her not to), and Lars drank his coffee and Hans drove the limo.

And it was as we got out of the limo in front of Albert Einstein High School that I remembered the internet conversation Mia and I had a few nights ago. I will post it here (good thing I saved it on my computer) so you have an actual idea of what I'm talking about.

CracKing: How's it going, Thermopolis?

Yeah, I know. I still call her by her last name. But I have since I was ten, and if I stopped now she might start thinking I like her. Which I do, but that would be really embarrassing if she doesn't like me back and then thinks I'm a huge freak who's like stalking her or something and then Lilly would never let me live it down.

FTLouie: Hi Michael. I'm just doing my algebra homework.

CracKing: On your computer? That's interesting.

It took her a couple of minutes to reply. I could tell she was trying to think of something really quick that would sound believable.

FTLouie: Well, yeah. I mean no, I had to look up something really quick, that's all.

CracKing: Sure... I see. So, what were you looking up?

A couple more minutes passed by. I don't even know why I egg her on somuch anymore... its just always been like that, I guess. I mean, me being the best friend's big brother, and all. It's kind of like my role.

FTLouie: Actually, Michael, I kind of have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow.

Pretty much what was going through my head was CRAP, CRAP, CRAP NOW SHE'S LEAVING! And then I got an idea.

CracKing: Wait, Thermopolis, one more thing. If you need help in algebra, I could tutor you during G&T or something.

FTLouie: Wow, that would be awesome! Thanks, Michael!

SCORE!

CracKing: Anytime, Thermopolis

Anyway, so there's how it all started, with the tutoring thing. So when I got out of the limo and Lilly, Mia and I walked up the steps outside of the school, I said to Mia, "Need help with Algebra today?"

Mia blinked up at me for a minute, like she didn't know what I was talking about. And then her cheeks turned pink (I think she realized she was staring at me, or something. Or maybe that's wish full thinking) and she said, "Yeah, sure."

And I couldn't help but smile a little when I replied with, "Okay." So the day was already getting better, after the whole getting up late thing and the fact that I hadn't eaten any breakfast.

And then I walked into school.

It's only December 6th, for Heaven's sake! But already, there were Christmas decorations everywhere, with tinsel hanging on lockers and in doorways, wall ornaments on... well... walls, and mistletoe (MISTLETOE!) Hanging from the ceiling. I'm guessing that some of the teachers didn't really want to OK the mistletoe but let it slip by, because there were only three pieces in the whole school (from what I had seen) and they were in odd spots, like corners of rooms. Maybe I'm being quick to blame (yeah right) but I'm betting this was the work of cheerleaders for excuses to make out with their huge foot ball boyfriends without getting into trouble during school hours.

Did I mention that I really, really hate mistletoe? Because I do. It's a stupid idea to trick people into kissing, and I have avoided it at all costs in the past. And I plan to now. I haven't gotten stuck under one in my life, and I don't want to.

NOT EVER.

Unless... well, never mind. I'd never get up the guts to kiss HER, anyway.

I was kind of annoyed with AEHS at that point. Because all the idiots were acting like complete idiots. Even the people who usually aren't idiots were acting like idiots! Everyone was in Winter spirit, all happy and frolic-y and just plain... IDIOTIC. Maybe it's just me. I have to admit, I'm kind of anti-spirit. Not that that particularly bothers me.

But then in G&T, things started to look up. Because when I was helping Mia with her algebra homework, we somehow got on the subject of Star Wars (big surprise there- that's one of our favorite conversation topics), and then we forgot about algebra. I swear, when Mia and I start to talk, there's almost no stopping us. Really. I don't think I talk to anyone else as easily. Not that I'd ever tell anyone that.

And then I sort of inched my knee over towards hers beneath our desks. Don't ask me why, I'm still trying to ponder how I worked myself up to do it.

And then after what seemed like forever, my knee came in contact with hers. She was laughing at something I had said, but when that happened her laughter died down a little.

But she didn't move her knee away. That was a good sign. She just kind of gulped and the apples of her cheeks went a little pink and then she started talking again. Her voice was noticeably more squeaky.

"Um... could you explain number five again?"

Okay. So not what I had hoped for. But her knee was still there, and when she went to take the pencil out of my hand, her fingers brushed mine, sending shivers up my arm. Yeah, that is a total cliche, but I swear that's what happened. And she kept her hand there for an extra couple of seconds.

I looked at her, and she pulled the pencil away and mumbled, "sorry," then tried to work out the problem.

I tried to help her, I really did. But she still didn't get the problem after many, MANY tries (actually, she didn't get any of them) and so she got all frustrated and put her book away. I told her we could try again tomorrow.

Until tomorrow, I guess.

WOW. Sorry that took so long to update, and the chapter was like really short again. I am SUPER busy these days, but I will try and get the third chapter out there as fast as I can, and it will be longer.

anyways, thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are incredibly awesome, seriously. I'll mention you next chapter, but my computer is like really slow right now so I can't do it here. Anyway, hope everyone is enjoying this story so far. And I swear, the plot will come up soon. Sorry its so... er... plotless. But NOT FOR LONG!