Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or, for the most part, the plot. This all belongs to Meg Cabot, who is my author/hero (along with J.K. Rowling)

Saturday, December 6

Now that I read back on my last (well, technically my first) entry into my laptop-journal, I suppose that I should fill in some random facts about myself. No one will probably ever read it (hopefully—unless Lilly sneaks in here with her little friends and—oh god, her friends. Note to Self: MUST HIDE DOCUMENT IN FOLDER LILLY WOULD NEVER FIND SO SHE CAN'T SHOW IT TO HER FRIENDS, INCLUDING MIA.

I hope they never find this.

Back to my random facts:

Name: Michael Moscovitz

Age: Sixteen (Seventeen on January 5)

Siblings: One, Lilly Moscovitz, aged 15

Parents: Dr. And Dr. Moscovitz. Both psychoanalysts who share a "don't ask, don't tell" policy with me. This is working out just fine.

School: Albert Einstein High School and Columbia University next year.

Likes: Star Wars, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, playing my guitar, science, computers/technology, math, physics, etc. etc.

Girlfriend: Yeah, sure. The only girl I like has a boyfriend, who I can't bring myself to hate. And on top of it all, she's a goddamn princess. No, seriously.

I suppose I should explain myself, huh? Well, in my first entry, I kept saying "never mind" when I was talking about someone (I couldn't finish the sentence! Like I want my English teacher to know whom I like)? Someone (and I quote myself) who is: gorgeous, caring, and sweet.

This is Kenny's (you know "issues" Kenny my protest-just-to-protest sister was talking about to her boyfriend Boris?) girlfriend, Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo. Or, you know, just Mia.

Yeah, Mia, who left me that message on my website Crackhead? Yeah, that Mia.

And besides being a princess, and girlfriend to one of my friends, she just happens to be my psychotic sister Lilly's best friend.

Now I suppose, laptop, you can see why I can never say that I like Mia. All hell would break loose.

But, of course, this doesn't mean that I should avoid her or anything.

So when I hear that Lilly is meeting her (Mia), Kenny, Boris, and their friend Tina and her boyfriend (now, what was his name? For the life of me I can't remember) to go ice-skating, I figure, why not? I have nothing better to do, and maybe I can impress Mia by ice-skating. I was on a pee-week hockey team after all.

But then I realize that everyone will be paired off but me… and how incredibly lame would that look? So while a friend from the computer club is over, a girl named Judith, I have it so we conveniently hear Lilly talking about going ice skating in the next room (finalizing with Mia and Tina, no doubt,) that Judith will (hopefully) speak up and ask to come too.

And what do you know? Judith did.

So Judith and I went, and although I'm usually opposed to going anywhere filled with tourists—or just anywhere—I figure it's completely worth it if I can see Mia (even if she is there with Kenny).

The first time I see her is when she's lacing up her skates, with Kenny on her right and Lilly on her left. She looks up and I see a look of surprise (and perhaps a flicker of pleasure?) on her face while I'm talking to Judith about my Pee Wee days. Quickly, Mia looked back at my sister to nudge and whisper something to her. Lilly looks up and she throws me this look—Lord knows what the look means—and says something back to Mia. I know it's about me, but what are they saying?

So I have my plan to impress Mia with my ice skating skills, right? Well, of course, Lilly had to blow it for me. Why can't she just ever shut up?

Mia: (To Judith and me as we walk up to them) Oh, hi, you guys. Michael, I didn't know you knew how to ice-skate.

Me: (Shrugging to make it seem like it's no big deal) I used to be on a hockey team.

See? Doesn't this sound more impressive than a pee-wee hockey team? But, of course, Lilly just went and ruined that disillusion.

Lilly: (snorting) Yeah, Pee Wee Hockey. That was before he decided that team sports were a waste of time because the success of the team was dictated by the performance of all the players as a whole, as opposed to the sports determined by individual performance such as tennis and golf.

Me: Lilly, don't you ever shut up?

So I despise team sports. So what? Obviously, Mia's into stuff like that. Hence, her date with Josh Richter, the definition of a team sportsman.

Judith: (attempting to break some tension) I love ice-skating! Although I'm not very good at it.

You'd think that a girl that can clown a fruit fly and be valedictorian could ice skate. But not Judith.

Perhaps I'm being too harsh, but I mean, the least Judith could do is remain upright and in place.

But, oh well; at least I got to show off my ice skating skills to Mia by towing Judith around by ice-skating backwards.

Although now that I think about it, that's not the most impressive skill a potential boyfriend could have. I can see it now.

Random Person: So, what can your boyfriend do? Mine just won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Mia: Uh… well, my boyfriend can skate backwards.

Impressive, no?

The upside to this, though, was that Kenny was trying to copy me. While that is the sincerest form of flattery, it can also be the most annoying.

And, I note this with a smile, that Mia completely didn't want to be towed by Kenny, when it was obvious that she could skate and remain upright while doing so.

She even said so.

Mia: Duh, Kenny, I know how to skate.

Kenny: That's not the point, Mia.

Honestly, Kenny doesn't know how hot it is when girls do stuff on their own. (I remember once when Lilly and Mia asked me if I preferred damsels-in-distresses or girls who could use a gun… I replied the girls with the guns, of course!) But Mia, being the good girlfriend that she is, finally gave in and let Kenny tow her around like a sack of potatoes.

This, however, led to Mia and Kenny's downfall.

Kenny suddenly fell backwards, and the abruptness of it left Mia falling and when her chin hit her knees, I suppose that she was biting her tongue. It was a disaster zone, and Mia was spitting blood all over the place.

Even though it may be annoying, it is a good thing to have a bodyguard after all. Lars, Mia's bodyguard, rushed out onto the ice and handed her a handkerchief. Luckily, it seems like Mia's going to be fine.

But then I remember Judith's there.

Judith, like me, is going to Columbia next year. And Judith, like me, got accepted early. She will be a pre-med, so of course she was offering advice and stuff to Mia. Although, Judith needs to work on her people skills (kind of like Lilly).

Judith: You really should go to the hospital and get your tongue checked out, Mia.

Mia: (with handkerchief in mouth) A thould?

Judith: You should. You might need stitches on your tongue.

Mia: (paling) Ah ongue? Itthes?

Poor Mia. She looked like she wanted to cry. Lilly, Tina, Lars, and myself shot Judith death glares, but she was too busy examining Mia; Judith was in doctor-mode.

Judith: Oh yes. You're actually very lucky that you didn't bite the tip of your tongue off.

Oh, yes, Judith definitely needs to work on her people skills.

On the bright side, at least Kenny can't stick his tongue down Mia's throat anytime soon.

(Pause)

Very gross, gross, bad mental images ensuing. I need to go watch some Buffy and take my mind off of things.

'Til later.

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Translations for:

A thould? really means...I should?

Ah ongue? Itthes? really means... My tongue? Stitches?

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A/N: First off, I would like to say how pleasantly surprised I was that I got nine reviews in the first chapter! I am soooo happy that people actually like my story, and that Michael actually sounds like a guy. (Just like he's supposed to be…)

I'm a Republican and not closed minded: This is a journal, but Michael copy and pasted his English assignment into his journal. I don't know about you, but I would prefer it if my English teacher didn't know who I was secretly in love with. And thanks for sharing your political reviews without biting my head off, I really appreciate it. I always thought Michael would be a democrat and that's why I put what I did. Thanks.

Luisa L: Wow. I love your review. It has good grammar and spelling, things are capitalized and have periods in the correct spots… I am amazed, thrilled, and ecstatic. Anyway, I hoped to maintain the same relationship Lilly and Michael have in the books; they tolerate each other, and even if they're super geniuses, act like regular brothers and sisters. And concerning Kenny, I want Michael to be jealous, but not "I wanna kill you because you're her boyfriend" jealous. I doubt Meg Cabot would portray Michael like that as well. He's just too mature (well… for the most part). DHr is awesome: if you want, I'll recommend some authors to you next chapter.

Cassi: I know! Isn't he hot? That's the only reason why I saw Episode II. He's super hot, but I had to do it from Michael's POV, so I had to diss poor HC (hey, his birthday was 4/19, did you know that?)

Democrats are just as bad as republicans: Um… ok. And same message I gave to I'm a Republican and not closed minded: Thanks for sharing your political views without biting my head off. I was worried when I posted this that there would be some controversy. I always thought Michael would be a democrat so that's why I said what I did. And you're right; democrats are just as bad as republicans—that's what makes them all politicians.

And thanks to….: twilight-la-fae, sparklingt87, knowitallshirley, SecretlyBeautiful (love your grammatically/spelling/punctuation correct reviews too), and niteowl-gal

As for Abogado: Hey "sweetie". I don't know if that "review" was just revenge becauseI spokeout against youregarding the controversy surrounding P.S. Beautiful's story, but if not, I won't consider this a true "review" unless you actually tell me how and why my story sucks (making your "review" constructive criticism, like it should be). I suggest you don't say something to people without backing it up.