Lilly and Mia were in Lilly's room when the doorbell rang. "That's probably just Lars with my stuff," Mia said. "I'm gonna go get it. Be back in a second!" Lilly answered with an incoherent mumble, barely looking up from her Seventeen magazine article on how to kiss. The doorbell rang once more and Mia ran to get it, calling out "Hold on!" as she ran. She obviously wasn't fast enough, however; when she got there Lars was handing a large duffel bag and Queen Amidala pillow to Michael. The sight of him shirtless brought her to a screeching halt. "Ahh!" she screamed as her socks slid on the hall's hardwood floor. She crashed right into Michael, the force causing him to fall into the front door, which had luckily been closed a split second earlier. Mia's stuff dropped from his arms as he threw them out to catch himself. Mia landed right on top of him, her arms encircling his bare waist. She pulled away quickly and began apologizing profusely.
"Don't worry about it, Thermopolis," Michael said with that goofy grin of his, picking himself up and dusting himself off. Mia wished she could be touching his stomach again, which she noticed was very defined. "I'm always glad to save a life. Maybe I should join the Royal Guard or something!" He picked up her bags and made his way down the hall, Mia trailing behind. But instead of turning into Lilly's room, he kept going, finally opening the door to his own room and dumping her luggage on his unmade bed.
"Um, Michael," Mia nervously began.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Michael interrupted with another of those heart-melting smiles. "But don't think ill be schlepping your stuff around everywhere from now on, ya hear?"
Mia laughed and said, "No its not that, its just that I think you might have gone to the wrong room." As much as she wanted to stay in this room with its weight set, 'Technology is not for wimps' poster and full-sized Han Solo cutout, she figured the new sleeping arrangements wouldn't improve Lilly's mood.
"Oh yeah. Right. Wrong room." Unable to look her in the eye, Michael picked up her bags once more and carried them to Lilly's room, finally depositing Mia's stuff on the right bed. He needed to get a hold of himself. Talk about Freudian slips! If he weren't careful, Mia would guess how he felt about her.
The noise of the bag hitting the bed alerted Lilly to their presence. She looked up. "What took so long?" she demanded.
"Long story," Michael said, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. Mia giggled.
Lilly just stared at Michael and Mia for a second before finally realizing all the possibilities of what could have just happened between her best friend and her older brother. "Get out of my room, stop hitting on my friends, and for heaven's sake, put on a damned shirt!"
At the sight of his angered sister's face, he bowed comically and dashed out of the room, calling out "C'ya around, Thermopolis!"
"I can not stand that kid sometimes," Lilly muttered angrily. "He needs to learn his place and stop showing off!"
Mia sat down on the bed and began tossing her Queen Amidala pillow in the air and catching it. "It really doesn't bother me," she said, careful to avoid Lilly's eye.
At that remark, Lilly stopped filing her nails and gave Mia an odd look. "Do you have a crush on my brother!" She sounded utterly revolted at the thought.
Mia threw the pillow at her. "Of course not! Don't be stupid!" She wished that she could just fess up to Lilly about the whole thing, but figured that Lilly would only be in a worse mood. Like disown her, or make her sleep on the balcony or something. But at least if she was forced to sleep on the balcony, she would be right by Michael's balcony next door. She shook thoughts of him changing out of her mind. "Hey Lil," she said. "Pass me that Seventeen you just finished." It was thrown at her and the two passed back into their silence.
Michael ran over the bit of conversation he had just heard in his mind: His sister asking if Mia had a crush on him, and her reply of "Of course not! Don't be stupid." Mia didn't like him. She thought it was stupid to like him. He couldn't believe it. She had acted so "into him" today! At least he thought so anyways. Where had he gone wrong? She had laughed at his jokes, smiled back at him, seemed happy about the whole garter and boquet thing. Then again, whenever they touched, she quickly pulled away. And there was that whole kiss thing earlier. He just didn't know what to believe about her anymore! Why did girls have to be so complicated? Michael sighed and leaned back on his bed, picking up his acoustic guitar as he did so. Whenever something was bothering him, he wrote songs about Mia, but what if Mia was the thing that was bothering him? Strumming softly, he began to sing about her once more.
A single lock of hair
Falls across your face,
And it needs to be moved,
Because it blocks the space.
For allthat I can see
Is beautiful to me.
Princess of my heart,
Did you know that you
Tear me apart?
When things get bad I smile
And I think all the while
Of you, Princess of my heart.
The ocean in your eyes
Is deep and serene
It captures my mind
A deep bluish green
Why can't you see?
You're beautiful to me.
Princess of my heart,
Did you know that you
Tear me apart?
When things get bad I smile
And I think all the while
Of you, Princess of my heart.
Those two pinkish lips
Always so inviting
Iwant them to meet mine
It would be so exciting
Because then she would see
She's beautiful to me.
Princess of my heart,
Did you know that you
Tear me apart?
When things get bad I smile
And I think all the while
Of you, Princess of my heart.
Michael sighed once more, lost in his thoughts and daydreams. He wanted her so badly, he could almost feel the warmth of her touch, almost feel her lips on his, almost touch her skin and almost feel her eyes looking deep into his. He was in love. But, she did not love him and that made him want to do something drastic. So he did. Michael Moscovitz promised himself that he would not embarrass Mia or himself this week by making a move. He would flirt no more, hold his feelings inside from this time forward. As long as she was happy...