AN: I LOVE you guys!!!! I am not even joking, all of you that reviewed
are the GREATEST! And those of you that didn't can also be the greatest, I
think you know how! This will be about Mia and what happens at the party.
all right... on with the story...
MIA's POV
So, we finally showed up outside Josh Richter's apartment building. You could totally tell which one was his apartment because you could see the shadows of thin, dancing people behind the curtains.
Lilly had already gotten out her camera by this time and was doing some pre-party interviews. I would tell you that this went great, but then I would be completely lying.
First, she shoved the camera in front of Lar's face and was like, 'This is my friend, Princess Amelia of Genovia's, faithful bodyguard Lar's. Lar's will you be present at the party?'
Faithful Bodyguard??? She is completely making me sound like some sort of stuck up princess. The kind that Grandmere wants me to be. But I was kind of glad that she had asked him because I was kind of wondering myself.
'Uh, no. I will be staying outside in the limo during the party,' Lars answered.
I was pretty shocked about this. I couldn't believe that Lars was going to leave me alone with a bunch of hormonal teenagers! But maybe it was because he figured that I could hold my own after the whole Kenny fiasco.
Then Lilly turns to Michael who was sitting beside.. yes, Judith.
'This would be my dear brother Michael Moscovitz and his fellow computer club member, the president, Judith Gershner. Would it be safe to say that this will be your first date together?'
My stomach completely flipped in my stomach, and instead of being cool about the whole situation and looking out the window like I was completely bored, my eyes got wide and I searched Michael's face for some sort of response.
His eyes got pretty wide as well and he glanced at me as well, but didn't respond. Judith did for him...
She giggled....
I could have jumped across the limo and strangled her with my bare hands, but then I think I would have had to explain my slightly phsycodic reaction, meaning everyone including Michael would have learned that I was in love with him with every fiber of being. So I couldn't exactly do that, could I?
So I did the next best thing. I rolled my eyes. And gave a look that I completely wished could kill. But alas, it didn't, so I was forced to listen to the next words that came out of Judith's genius (could have fooled me) mouth.
'Well, I don't know if it is a real date. I mean, I was kind of hoping that it was. What about you Michael?'
My face drained of any color that was left after this already horrible night. And then Lilly had to turn the camera on me before I got to hear Michael's response.
Which could have been a good thing. Because he totally could have been all 'Yes Judith, I love you and your beautiful mind, (ok, so I can't really see Michael saying something these cheesy... but..).
Or he could have been about to reject Judith and yell at her and tell her to get out of the limo or she will get Lars to beat her up, kind of like I did with Kenny. That would have put a much better spin on the night.
But, like I said before, Lilly turned the camera on me.
'This is the Princess of Genovia herself, my best friend, Mia. Mia, could you please tell us what your motives for going to this party would be?'
'Um, to support you and help you with your show??'
'Are you sure? Could it be that you are going here to drown your sorrows of being boyfriendless in alcohol.'
'I don't drink, and besides, I broke up with Kenny.'
'Could it be that you are going here to confess your undying love to someone that will be there?'
I got pretty angry.
'How many times do I have to tell you?!! I DON'T like Josh Richter!'
She muttered something into the camera that I completely planned on editing out when we got back to her house, because it was undoubtedly about me liking Josh Richter.
The limo then stopped and Lilly ran out to get a shot of the apartment building.
The next thing that happened was actually one of the brighter points of the evening.
Michael got out of the limo and then it was my turn to get out. Just as I was about to get out though he held his hand out to help me. I could have melted right there on the sidewalk!
Then Judith was getting out of the limo, and Michael kind of just turned around and started talking to me about how obsessed Lilly was becoming with her show now that it was about to be picked up by NBC, and how she had to get psychoanalyzed by their parents because she was wanting to tape them psychoanalyzing her for the show.
Maybe the fact that he was talking to me instead of Judith, who he was on the date with and he helped me out of the limo instead of her didn't really mean anything. But it did to me.
We finally made it up the apartment.
Maybe I am being really snotty, but it really wasn't that impressive. It was about like Michael and Lilly's apartment, which is nice and everything, but Tina's is definitely better. I mean, come on, she has a fountain in her foyer.
Which is crazy, because you would think that rich people would automatically be the popular people of a school, right? Not so. If it worked that way, Tina would be the Lana of school. I guess it's actually more of an attitude thing. Lana has got plenty more attitude than Tina.
Anyway...
Everyone in the whole room just kind of stopped for a second, looked at us like 'who invited those losers?' , and then went back to dancing and everything.
I was just about to dip myself out some punch when an arm blocked the bowl.
I looked up and saw Michael staring at me.
'What's wrong Michael?'
For a stupid, completely stupid moment, I thought that maybe he was going to confess to me that he was completely in love with me too, and that he really didn't like Judith.
Instead he reached over grabbed a Coke and handed it to me.
'Mia, the punch is probably spiked,' he responded.
'Oh,' I said, my cheeks turning completely red from feeling so stupid and naive.
Why would Michael ever want to go out with someone as mature as me? Why do I even keep up with this false hope?
The punch was looking really good by this time.
And then someone came through the door that made the punch look even better.
AN: hmmmm... I wonder who it might be? Well I don't, because I know who it is. But I don't think you do. Well Ok, so it's slightly obvious... but at least let me act like I am the all-knowing Lorna!
MIA's POV
So, we finally showed up outside Josh Richter's apartment building. You could totally tell which one was his apartment because you could see the shadows of thin, dancing people behind the curtains.
Lilly had already gotten out her camera by this time and was doing some pre-party interviews. I would tell you that this went great, but then I would be completely lying.
First, she shoved the camera in front of Lar's face and was like, 'This is my friend, Princess Amelia of Genovia's, faithful bodyguard Lar's. Lar's will you be present at the party?'
Faithful Bodyguard??? She is completely making me sound like some sort of stuck up princess. The kind that Grandmere wants me to be. But I was kind of glad that she had asked him because I was kind of wondering myself.
'Uh, no. I will be staying outside in the limo during the party,' Lars answered.
I was pretty shocked about this. I couldn't believe that Lars was going to leave me alone with a bunch of hormonal teenagers! But maybe it was because he figured that I could hold my own after the whole Kenny fiasco.
Then Lilly turns to Michael who was sitting beside.. yes, Judith.
'This would be my dear brother Michael Moscovitz and his fellow computer club member, the president, Judith Gershner. Would it be safe to say that this will be your first date together?'
My stomach completely flipped in my stomach, and instead of being cool about the whole situation and looking out the window like I was completely bored, my eyes got wide and I searched Michael's face for some sort of response.
His eyes got pretty wide as well and he glanced at me as well, but didn't respond. Judith did for him...
She giggled....
I could have jumped across the limo and strangled her with my bare hands, but then I think I would have had to explain my slightly phsycodic reaction, meaning everyone including Michael would have learned that I was in love with him with every fiber of being. So I couldn't exactly do that, could I?
So I did the next best thing. I rolled my eyes. And gave a look that I completely wished could kill. But alas, it didn't, so I was forced to listen to the next words that came out of Judith's genius (could have fooled me) mouth.
'Well, I don't know if it is a real date. I mean, I was kind of hoping that it was. What about you Michael?'
My face drained of any color that was left after this already horrible night. And then Lilly had to turn the camera on me before I got to hear Michael's response.
Which could have been a good thing. Because he totally could have been all 'Yes Judith, I love you and your beautiful mind, (ok, so I can't really see Michael saying something these cheesy... but..).
Or he could have been about to reject Judith and yell at her and tell her to get out of the limo or she will get Lars to beat her up, kind of like I did with Kenny. That would have put a much better spin on the night.
But, like I said before, Lilly turned the camera on me.
'This is the Princess of Genovia herself, my best friend, Mia. Mia, could you please tell us what your motives for going to this party would be?'
'Um, to support you and help you with your show??'
'Are you sure? Could it be that you are going here to drown your sorrows of being boyfriendless in alcohol.'
'I don't drink, and besides, I broke up with Kenny.'
'Could it be that you are going here to confess your undying love to someone that will be there?'
I got pretty angry.
'How many times do I have to tell you?!! I DON'T like Josh Richter!'
She muttered something into the camera that I completely planned on editing out when we got back to her house, because it was undoubtedly about me liking Josh Richter.
The limo then stopped and Lilly ran out to get a shot of the apartment building.
The next thing that happened was actually one of the brighter points of the evening.
Michael got out of the limo and then it was my turn to get out. Just as I was about to get out though he held his hand out to help me. I could have melted right there on the sidewalk!
Then Judith was getting out of the limo, and Michael kind of just turned around and started talking to me about how obsessed Lilly was becoming with her show now that it was about to be picked up by NBC, and how she had to get psychoanalyzed by their parents because she was wanting to tape them psychoanalyzing her for the show.
Maybe the fact that he was talking to me instead of Judith, who he was on the date with and he helped me out of the limo instead of her didn't really mean anything. But it did to me.
We finally made it up the apartment.
Maybe I am being really snotty, but it really wasn't that impressive. It was about like Michael and Lilly's apartment, which is nice and everything, but Tina's is definitely better. I mean, come on, she has a fountain in her foyer.
Which is crazy, because you would think that rich people would automatically be the popular people of a school, right? Not so. If it worked that way, Tina would be the Lana of school. I guess it's actually more of an attitude thing. Lana has got plenty more attitude than Tina.
Anyway...
Everyone in the whole room just kind of stopped for a second, looked at us like 'who invited those losers?' , and then went back to dancing and everything.
I was just about to dip myself out some punch when an arm blocked the bowl.
I looked up and saw Michael staring at me.
'What's wrong Michael?'
For a stupid, completely stupid moment, I thought that maybe he was going to confess to me that he was completely in love with me too, and that he really didn't like Judith.
Instead he reached over grabbed a Coke and handed it to me.
'Mia, the punch is probably spiked,' he responded.
'Oh,' I said, my cheeks turning completely red from feeling so stupid and naive.
Why would Michael ever want to go out with someone as mature as me? Why do I even keep up with this false hope?
The punch was looking really good by this time.
And then someone came through the door that made the punch look even better.
AN: hmmmm... I wonder who it might be? Well I don't, because I know who it is. But I don't think you do. Well Ok, so it's slightly obvious... but at least let me act like I am the all-knowing Lorna!
