Mia's POV
So, where was I? Oh yeah. Me + Beer (Michael knowing I love him) X (Him
walking away from me). Ha... and I have a D in Algebra. I just need to be given more
real life situations.
I sat there on the bed for a couple of seconds. The sober part of me, (let me just
say, a very small percentage), was all, 'Oh my God what did I just do.' The slightly,
(maybe not so slight) was distracted by the poster of the Backstreet Boys peeking out
from under Josh Richter's bed. That part also began laughing, again, and stumbled back
through the door to the main party area.
Before I could reach the punch bowl Lilly cam up to me with her camera. 'Mia?
I'm serious, even though it would be completely interesting, from a psychological point of
view, to see you more drunk than you are now, as your best friend, I can't let you do it'
'Lilly, I can do what I want. No one can stop me, I'm Prince Amelia Margaret... I
mean, Mignoette... Thermopopolis Renaldo the 16th, a.k.a. Queen of the Jungle. Roar!'
Sadly enough, I completely had a hand movement with that roar.
'Alright, you do what you want, but if you take another drink of that punch I will
have Lars up here'
'You wouldn't,' I said in one of those completely dramatic dun-dun-duh voices.
'Try me,' I didn't have to be sober to know that Lilly meant business.
'Fine, be that way.' I straightened my shoulders and turned to walk away. Only I
stopped. Stopping is not good, not for a drunk person, because when your body isn't
moving, that means that your mouth is.
'You look like a pug,' I said over my shoulder. 'And not in a good way'
All I can say is Thank God Lilly is as intelligent as she is. Thank God she is so
confident in herself and so intelligent that she didn't let the words of an idiot drunk hurt
her. Otherwise I would never be able to forgive myself. Never.
Instead of breaking down into tears, like a lesser person would have done if their
best friend of so many years would have said they looked like a pug, she just rolled her
eyes and walked away.
That's when I saw it happen. Lilly had been blocking it while I had been talking
to her. Right behind her, sitting on a love seat of all things, was Michael.
Only Michael wasn't sitting by himself. Nope. There was Judith Gershner, not
only just sitting on the Love Seat with Michael, and not only just sitting closely beside
him. No, she was HALF-WAY ON TOP OF HIM.
And he was taking no action against it. None whatsoever. She probably had her
tongue... I don't even want to think of where her tongue was, and he wasn't stopping it.
Let's just say that from now on I will be much kinder to that old man who sleeps
on the bench next to the penguin house at Central Park from now, because guess what?
Drunks have feelings too.
Which I must have been thinking about at the time, because I shouted, in what
everyone else must have though was complete randomness, 'IF YOU PRICK US DO WE
NOT BLEED?' Then I sat down, right in the middle of the entire room and started
crying.
And Lana walking by and saying to Josh, 'God, geeks just don't know how to
handle their alcohol,' only made me sob harder.
Finally Tina came over and drug me into the bathroom, where I would have been
crying privately in the first place if it hadn't been for the liquor.
'Mia, what's going on'
'I'm drrrruuunnnkkk' I wailed.
'Well, yeah. That's kind of obvious, but what happened'
'Tina, I can't even be a good drunk. I can't have fuuuunnn... I just crrryyy. And
I've messed up all over, I told Lilly she looked like a pug, and I danced to Baby Boy and I
told Michael I lovvveee him'
'What! You told Michael you love him? What did he say?'
'Hello? Tina? Did you hear me, I showed everyone my secret moves to Baby
Boy,' I began to sob again.
'Mia,' Tina shook me a little bit. 'What happened when you told Michael that you
love him'
I stopped crying suddenly and giggled a bit. 'I can't tell and kiss'
'WHAT? YOU KISSED'
'Weeeeelllll... maybe we did,' here I winked, 'and maybe we didn't. What I can tell
you though is,' I dropped my voice to a whisper, 'Josh Richter has a Backstreet Boys
poster. I'm thinking that he might be a Moulen Rouge fan too, if you catch my boat'
'You mean drift'
'No. I mean boat. You can't catch a drift in your hand. But you can catch a boat.
Well not a big boat, but maybe a toy'
'What happened after you kissed Michael'
'He ran away and stttarttedd kissssiing... Juddiittthh.' Yeah, I was crying again.
'Mia, maybe we should get you home, get some food for you'
'Home? I can't go home! Not like this'
'Fine, we will take you to Lilly's, her parents aren't home anyway,' Tina said
waving her hand.
'I can't do that, Michael will be there,' I said, staring at her hand.
'Well, just stay in Lilly's room,' there she went, waving her hand again.
I felt the room begin to spin as I followed her hand. I felt cold but I could tell I
was sweating.
'Tina? I think I'm dying'
And right there, on Josh Richter's nice marble bathroom floor, I puked.
