Author's Note:
You guys make me smile. A lot. And only one of you got the answer correct for who the reporter was named after. Cookies to you.
Dontaskme: I have never seen an episode of Charmed, so no, not him. But honorable mention for creativity
Madam: Thanks
Living: Ditto
Handsoff: YOu just want to be in Boston because I'm here. It's okay, other's feel the same way.
Ema: Thanks for letting me know about those dogs...Jason isn't a main character. So no to Giambi. But you were close, so you get cookie dough instead of a cookie.
Hgill: Patience is a virtue
Melissa: Finals are 2/5 done. I have three next week and then DONE! Woot.
Sparklingt: Nope. I even said it was not Him.
Erasde: We have a winnah! You got it right.
Bla: I'm going to see Weezer at the Avalon (mentioned in this story) a week from this Sunday.
Emmy: Hahaha, with all the "Weezer" going around. Like it's a virus or something. You made me laugh.
VIP: I'm not sure what you are talking about but thanks. I try to add little bits of my life in here (even if I give good names to bad people)
And enjoy people. Oh, and just so you know, a week from tomorrow I begin my summer break. Don't hate.
Mia:
The show that night went off without a hitch.
"Water?" I asked, quickly going off stage
"What?"
"H two O?" I asked.
"There's a guy I out there that I went to school with. I think I hooked up with him, but I forget his name."
I rolled my eyes. "Lillian…"
"Amelia…." She teased.
"You and Manny sneaking away later?"
"Will you cover? I don't want Michael to know."
I gave her a look. I thought about telling her he already knew, and had known from the beginning, but I held back. "Fine. Who am I to stop make up sex?"
"You are the bestest," she teased. "Go out there. They are calling you," elbowing me as the opening notes for Tall Glass of Water came on.
"What's with the elbow?" I demanded. They could wait a second.
"I just like this song."
"It was way over played," I replied. I kind of started to hate the song. The radio stations had played it like, every five minutes.
"It got us a lot of money," Lilly pointed out.
"I do like that aspect," I teased. I wove as Michael glanced over at me. He mouthed, "MOOOOVE".
He half laughed and then turned back to the audience as I rushed back. I put up one finger to signal I needed a minute
"Why did he look over, I wonder," Lilly said in a voice that I knew she knew why.
"What is it?" I snapped. "Because I need to go play?"
"Nothing. I'm gonna go get changed. See ya later."
"Sorry," I said waving to the crowd as I returned to the stage. The now familiar feeling of butterflies invaded my belly. Michael winked to me and then I joined in on the song.
"C'mon Mia, it's Brad Pitt," Katie, my brother's new fiancée and my new assistant.
"I have plans," I replied, putting an earring in my second ear hole. I now had four holes in each ear.
"Like what? Sitting around your bus while Felix whines on and on about how much he mi-"
"No, nothing to do with Felix," I snapped.
She looked a bit surprised. "Then-"
"Weezer is doing a secret show," I hissed, making sure no one else was around.
"Lemme guess, Dude called you right up and invited you?"
I sighed heavily. My one time crush on the man has turned me into his obsession. "Yeah."
"Aww," she teased. "I thought he was of the Asian persuasion?"
I rolled my eyes. "Katie, can I finish getting ready?"
"Okay then. I see how it is. You'll get your Boston hook up and I'll go to the movies all alone."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't be so dramatic."
She left and I scooted into Michael's bed. "Hey you."
"What are you all dressed up for?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Hot date?"
"Get dressed. I have a surprise for you."
"I'm too tired."
"Of Sex?" I asked.
He gave me a weird look. "'Scuse me?"
"Tired of Sex?"
"I'm always game for sex. But I have no idea what you are talking about."
"C'mon. We have to go over to the Axis Club."
"Why? Isn't some no name band playing there?"
"Donkey Muncher's is wicked good," I promised. "Get dressed!"
I tossed him a t-shirt and jeans. "No. Tell me why I have to go see this-"
"Brian called and said they were a good band."
"What does he know? He uses spirit fingers to excite teeny boppers," Michael grumbled, getting dressed.
The guy at the door let us right in since my name was on the list. Not too far behind was Lars looking utterly in style and like a bouncer. I lurve my bodyguard. "C'mon," I hissed, pulling Michael close to the stage.
"What?" he snapped. "It's not like there's a huge line or anything. Lemme get an Oragina."
"No. Sit. Here."
He did so, and was very happy to see that Rivers Cuomo stepped onto the stage to place a pedal and then yell at Pat for goofing around. Michael looked at me. "How did you…"
I beamed, "Hey, you don't make out with a lead singer and not get perks."
He shook his head, "I wouldn't mind trying that."
I squinted at him. "Making out with Rivers?"
"That was one night and we were drunk," he joked with a wink. He was as giddy as a school girl. He's actually met the band before, but was so quiet you'd have thought he was a mute. He gets so nervous around people he actually respects.
They did a lot of newer songs that were possibly going to be on their new album that was due next spring. Michael squeezed my hand, and I leaned into him. Word got out about them playing. "You okay?" Michael asked, his arm suddenly around me.
I stared at his hands. He'd touched me millions if not billions of times before. We'd even kissed in the music videos. Several takes had been made for it of course. "Uh, yeah," I said shakily. What is wrong with me? Breathe in Mia. You can do it. It's just Michael. You are over it. Over him. Been over him for ages.
"Mia? You sure?" he asked, concerned.
But before I could answer he was looking up at the stage. The opening notes to the song Falling For You began playing. Then he looked at me and smiled.
MICHAEL:
She really is the ideal girl. My perfect girl. She looked….perfect. She sang along with the words, but did a great job of ignoring that loser Rivers who kept thrusting his loins (okay, his guitar whatever) in her direction.
I pulled her even closer to me during the song Prettiest Girl in the World
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Her body almost fit right into mine as I sang along with Rivers. Our faces were so close that I could have easily leaned just a smidgen and kissed her lips. But something held me back. Guilt? No…
Maturity? No….
I looked over my shoulder and realized some people were staring at us. At how 'familiar' we were acting. I couldn't help it though. The song was …exactly how I felt at that moment. I had the prettiest girl in that entire venue. She was with me and didn't mind that I was holding onto her.
And it was a bit…metaphorical. She and I had kind of sort of agreed all those years ago that we'd someday be together. Sort of…right? I mean, she must have got that I totally meant I'd settle down with her, right?
So, when he's saying And if even when she goes out walking alone I waited home patiently, it was like me waiting for her to just stop dating that jackass. I tend to over analyze.
"Ready to go?" I asked after the song; feeling uncomfortable with the staring and whispering
"Hmm? Why?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm tired. And people are staring at me."
She looked around and realized I was telling the truth. "Kay then. Let's go," she said taking my hand and leading me out. I turned and saw Rivers looking mildly pissed off. I waved and d gave the one finger salute.
"You know," she started as we began walking outside of the club.
"What?" I asked, searching for a cab. She leaned against what I believe is called the Green Monster of Fenway Park.
"I'm staying here tonight…I uh, had to get a hotel room."
Now, if this was a movie, I'd stare into the camera and cock my eyebrow. "Oh?"
"And I…uh….I have this charity thing, for the Jimmy Fund."
"Jimmy Fund?"
"This cancer thing. Ted Williams was big with it back in the day. A little boy had leukemia and the Red Sox helped raise money for his care… We aren't due back in New York for another few days for rehearsal and…"she drifted off, not taking the chance at looking at me directly.
I smiled, " Boston….with you?"
She looked away, "I'm just….I dunno. It might be fun. I bet I could call up the Sox box office and snag some seats for tomorrow or something you know…before the benefit… and we could stay up and watch-"
I started laughing. "You are babbling you know," I said leaning into her.
She half smiled. "Well, I'm going to stay. Maybe go catch batting practice tomorrow or something-"
I stopped her by placing my finger to her lips.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but settled on just staring at me.
"I'll stay," I replied. Nothing too pressing at home. "But what about Felix? Won't he spaz out?"
She shrugged. "So what if he does? He knows I love this city almost as much as I love New York."
We fell silent, and watched the other concert goer's leaving the venue. A million thoughts were going through my head. I turned my back to them and leaned in closer to her, hoping no one would spot us.
"Michael," she whispered, looking up at me with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"
I stared at her. I don't know what was coming over me. I leaned down a bit and to her surprise I had my lips press against hers.
She started reacting positively until we heard screams coming from the venue.
"Hey Mia," The Dude said, looking all nervous and possibly on some sort of drug.
She let go of her grasp of me. "Hi Rivers. Thanks so much for everything. Really. We appreciate it."
He looked at me blankly. You know the look. The one he has on at all times. He was trying to convince me to leave so he could have her all to himself to ravish.
Sorry dude. Keep celibate.
I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back twice. "I'd really love to stick around but I have to get back and get my stuff….erm, yeah. So I'll see you later. Maybe when we hit L.A. again we can get lunch or something?"
He nodded slowly in that robotic way.
"Okay then. Bye Man," I said pulling her away from him.
She burst out laughing. "He's so…creepy, isn't he?"
"I told you that you should have hooked up with Brian instead," I teased as we rounded a corner and stopped to catch our breath from laughing. We were in the same position we were in before Rivers interrupted us. Should I go for it again?
Or pretend last time was just being caught in the moment?
