MIA:
He kissed me. Against the Green Monster. He just kissed me against the Green Monster. This very thought continuously ran through my mind as returned to our tour bus without words.
We entered the bus to the horrible aroma of weed. I looked around and saw that Kevin was hosting a little groupie party in the front of the bus. "Want one?" he asked, lifting a joint towards me.
"Kevin….you should know better," I said in a motherly tone.
He blew me off and offered a hit to Michael, who waved him away. "I'll be really quick," I promised him.
My hands were shaking as I sifted through CD's. I need…something.
"Where you goin' hot stuff?" Manny asked, clearly off his ass drunk. And maybe high. And maybe on something else. The boys liked to celebrate a bit too much at the end of a tour.
"I have to stay in town for a few days," I replied, covering my face so I wasn't being hit by his breath.
"Why?"
"I have a charity thing to do."
"Oh….Michael is going with you?" he asked, looking back at Michael who was organizing his knapsack.
"Yeah, I need a date for this charity thing. I just remembered it when we were by Fenway."
"What about Felix?" he asked, leaning against his bunk.
"He's in New York. He's busy," I lied. I'm sure he'd have come right to the party.
"Oh. We have rehearsals coming up next week. Will you be back?"
"Of course," I said laughing nervously. I was so...confused about what was possibly going to happen tonight.
"Good. Can you believe we're going to be on the season finale of Saturday Night Live?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, distracted. "Have you seen my paddle brush?"
He handed it to me. " Orlando borrowed it. He had a girl in here earlier."
I smirked. "How's Lilly?"
He looked away, "She's fine. I dunno…things are still weird with us."
"Huh?"
"Well, you know…we've been on and off forever, right?"
God. I don't have time for this. "Uh huh."
"And a few months ago she got together with some guy."
"No offense Manny, but you get with girls all the time too."
"Well, we have an agreement. As long as we don't know the other person, we're okay."
I made a face, "Who-"
"Princess, are you ready?" Lar's voice asked softly.
I turned, "Yeah, lemme just get Michael."
"I will wait outside."
I turned to Manny, "Everything will be fine, I promise. She loves you. If she doesn't by now she would have dumped you for good," I said with a wink. "See you on Saturday."
MICHAEL:
We started walking towards the hotel Most girls would have demanded a ride there, but Mia refused to let Lars hail a cab. And the subway system here doesn't run all night.
Lars carried our bags up to the room for the night. Somehow the idea of getting a separate room never occurred to me. "Ordering movies from the hotel?" she asked as I came out of the bathroom. She was already in her night shirt. A shirt that once belonged to me before she stole it. She's such a klepto.
I nodded and yawned.
She shook her head and shut off the TV. "No, we'll go to bed," she decided. "Lemme put on some music though."
I climbed into the bed and huddled up under the covers. She looked….amazing just going through her CD's before finally choosing one of her ghastly boy band CD's. The fact that I had kissed her was racing through my mind. Had she felt anything in that? "Their voices make me sleepy," she assured me.
"Felix makes me sleepy. Remember we went to listen to him play and I fell asleep?" I asked, trying not to be distracted by her cool minty breath hitting my chest.
She cuddled up closer next to me. "You didn't sound so happy when I mentioned Felix," I said to cut through the silence.
I could see her shoulders tense up. "Well, I dunno. He wants me to come over to his place to discuss the future."
"You sound enthused."
She gave me a look. "Like you've said, he and I have been together almost a decade-"
"No. Only six," I replied. This was the conversation we'd had only the night before.
You know that feeling you get when you know something major is going to happen? You feel like you are going to throw up, but you don't care? That's what was suddenly hitting me out of no where.
She rolled my eyes, "Like the two years make a big difference?"
I nodded, "Yes."
"Well, anyways…maybe he has a point."
"You noticed the pointed head too?" I teased. She jabbed her thumb into my side.
"It's time to settle in maybe. Stop all this…grow up. Work in an office…"
I gave her a look.
"Don't do that," she replied (to the expression on my face).
"What?"
"Give me the 'you are going to make a mistake' look."
"I'm not making any face," I replied. "You can interpret my expression however you may want to."
She smirked at me. I was about to say something but there was a knock on the door.
"I ordered room service when you went into the bathroomand totally forgot. Sorry."
"Its fine," I assured her, rubbing my eyes.
She thanked the server and gave him a nice tip so that maybe he'd 'forget' that he'd seen me in the lone bed of the room. She went into the dining area of the suite and began moving the food around.
I cannot pretend that we can still be friends
Don't wanna be alone tonight
For a bunch of Dolce and Gabbana wearing freaks they actually have a song that makes me want to jump up out of this bed and take Mia in my arms and kiss her until she falls down.
I tossed back the covers and slowly made my way into the dining area of the suite. She looked so adorable eating whatever it was she'd ordered at the counter. I took a deep breath. This was probably the biggest decision of my life. Bigger than signing with Reffin Records. Bigger than leaving Columbia.
"Mia," I said softly, standing directly behind her.
She turned quickly and the next thing I knew I had ice cream all over my shirt. "Oh….God….Michael, I'm so sorry!" she said, trying not to laugh.
I smirked, and then I took the rest of the dish and smushed it up against her. "Now we're even," I replied.
"I guess so," she said, licking the whipped cream off her finger.
I took off my shirt and tossed it back into the bedroom area. She stepped back. "Hey," she said softly. "What-"
Before she could finish her sentence I was kissing her. She surprisingly wrapped her arms around me and kissed back, forgetting about the ice cream all over her shirt. But then she pulled away and touched her lips with her fingers, probably wondering if that had really just happened. "What was that for?" she whispered. "You aren't drunk, are you?"
I shook my head. "No."
"No…no, course he's not…you were with him all night…Did you get high when you were with them on the bus? When I was in the back talking to Manny? Cuz if you did, that's fine…really. I won't be mad."
"No," I said, nearly laughing. She honestly couldn't believe that I would want to kiss her like crazy for no reason.
"T-Then why'd you just do that?"
"Cuz I wanted to," I replied, getting a sinking feeling.
She smacked me. God. Hurt a guy for liking you, huh? Does she realize just how many girls had probably been waiting outside of our bus so that they'd maybe have a chance at doing this with me? Kissing me? I know, I sound like a jerk saying that, but every freakin message on our message board on our website is about how flippin' hot I am. It's a tad bit embarrassing, but a nice ego boost.
"Mi-"
But before I could even finish saying her name she was back kissing me. Not in a hot passionate way, but in a sweet, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on kind of way. Her fingers tentatively wove through my hair as I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me.
She leaned her forehead against mine and her breath was totally un even. "You okay with this?" I asked. I love that I have this effect on her. She looked totally off her game. Something she's not used to anymore.
She was making me nervous. Only she makes me nervous these days (okay, her and Rivers Cuomo but I digress). This is my dream. Just kissing her when we're all alone and not having any excuse other than I wanted to.
She kissed me softly on the lips, and our bodies started swaying to the tunes of the Backstreet Boys. I now have a great love for those men. Yes, men.
We kept kissing one another, small sweet, unspoken for kisses. It was the kind that you wait your entire life for, know what I mean? "Is this okay?" I asked softly.
She smiled, "Probably not," she said, her fingers playing with the back of my hair, "But I wish we hadn't waited so long for that."
Isn't it amazing how just one woman makes a man change? Well, not really change….but I mean, with other women I'd be calculating how easily I could take their clothes of, have sex with them, and get rid of them. Not Mia though….no, not Mia.
"What?" she asked with smiling eyes.
"You are Mia Thermopolis," I said softly. "The girl I've wanted to kiss for pretty much ever."
She looked away shyly. "You've always been my favorite kisser."
"You've always been mine," I assured her. "I liked that your lips always tasted like strawberries."
She blushed and leaned up to kiss me. Somehow our dancing led us back into the bedroom area and back onto the bed. But she didn't seem to mind very much.
We went on for another few minutes with our 'just kisses' (which made my hand somehow land on her bottomand our sweet nothings. She started kissing my neck and my hands rose from her butt, to up the backside of her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra. She had no idea how much the little things she did made me go crazy. I stuffed my face into her hair.
I did that a lot when I was with other women, but usually I stepped off because there were so many hair products and scents permeating from it. Mia's was soft and smelt like strawberries. I had used that shampoo that day since mine had run out. The whole day I'd been going crazy, smelling like her. No, she really had no idea.
I stared at her tank top. She stared at my bare chest. Then into my eyes. Wordlessly she raised her arms and I lifted her shirt off. Now, I'm not much of a boob man, I'm more of a personality man (haha), but she really does have a beautiful set of breasts. Which she immediately covered up with her hands.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, moving her hands so I could put my hands there.
"Michael…you've been with so many girls…."
"So?" Of course. That will always bite me in the ass, won't it?
"I'm not like them," she admitted.
"Good," I replied, rubbing my thumbs against her. "I don't want them. I want you."
