Author's Note: Woot. Talk about reviews. Thanks ladies.

Jess (gatorchick): I have no clue who you are talking about. But I do have a Michael-esque person around now. But I'd never tell him I describe him like that.

VIP: Both were mentioned in Without Words. Mia bought the skull ring for him near the end of the story, remember? The t-shirt was just briefly mentioned in it.

Michael and I both turned and saw Felix sitting on the bench, holding a cup of soup. "Oh, hi," I said, totally pushing Michael away. "I thought you were going out with uh...Lissa and uh..."

He looked at Michael, "I did. Then I felt bad about you not feeling well so I came here and buzzed up to your place looking for you. Lilly said…well, she said you had gone out for a walk to get fresh air."

I looked at Michael, "I went for a walk. Fresh air. Yeah. That's what I did."

"With him? Didn't look like you had much air there."

"Hey Felix," Michael said, leaning against my vestibule; looking quite full of himself. I gave him a look. He always was way too cocky when it came to me and other guys. He always had known that he was more important. But he had no right to let FELIX know that.

Felix merely nodded in Michael's direction. "Mia, can we go for a walk?"

I turned towards Michael. "Yeah, sure," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow, at the performance."

"Yeah, okay. See ya Felix."

"So," Felix started.

"So…"

"That dress looks amazing on you," he said, cutting through the silence.

"Thanks. It's Seb's."

"Very cool. Um…."

"What is it?" I asked, sitting on a bench. "You have something on your mind."

He sighed and rubbed his hands together. "Yeah, I do."

I nodded, a gesture for him to continue.

"What was that back there?"

"What?" I asked, playing dumb.

"What was going on with Michael? You looked…"

"We're just friends," I denied. "Just friends." Why was I lying? Here's the opportunity Thermopolis. Take it. Do it.

"Mia…I saw how you were acting. I saw how he was playing with your hair. And…you are in love with him, aren't you?"

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't expecting him to say anything. "Felix-"

"Just tell me. How long has it been going on?"

I shook my head, "There isn't anything. N-"

"Mia, I'm not a stupid man."

I sighed, and then stared at him. He wasn't going to back down easily. Not like other times he'd caught Michael and I harmlessly flirting."A few days."

"Lie."

"No, really. We kissed on that last night of the tour. I swear to you."

He stared up at the night sky. "You know…I knew you hooked up with other people on the road…but I never thought…I didn't think you'd do anything with him."

"Felix…"

"I should have seen it, huh?" he asked, half laughing. "I mean, it was a matter of time, right?"

"Felix, I- I don't know what to say to-"

"You don't have to say anything. It's okay."

"No, it isn't," I said almost crying. "I haven't been fair to you."

"Mia, I haven't been fair to you either. I should have broken it off a long time ago."

"But-"

"I knew you didn't love me. And I know that I loved you. And you hate hurting those who love you. You would never have broken it off, would you?"

"Felix….. you are right, about everything."

"I told you, I'm not a stupid man. And I do love you," he went on. "But not like I used to. I guess this proved it to me."

I gave him a confused look.

"Mia, I should have ripped his head off. But instead I looked at him like Louie would have if he saw someone kissing you. I wanted to protect you. Not kiss you like crazy."

We held hands. "Is there anyone else?" I asked. "I mean-"

"I realized, just tonight that there is."

I looked at him with interest, "Oh?"

"Liss."

"Melissa?"

"Yeah. She- She kissed me. And instead of actually facing the truth I came running to find you. To confess like a deep dark secret. But…I dunno. It doesn't seem so bad really. She really would make me happy."

"That's good to hear," I said with a smile. "I'm happy for you."

"It's strange," he started, "But I'm happy for you too. I- I think I gave up trying to get you with me completely a long time ago. Go for Michael."

We stayed there a little longer that night and talked about the past and returning of things. We would meet up the following evening, before the dress rehearsal for SNL. I gave him a hug as he left me in front of my building. "Love you Mia."

"You too Lexie."


"So how'd it-" Michael started as I entered my bedroom. I stopped him by jumping on him and kissing him, shutting the door behind us with my foot.

"Go?" he asked, breathless. He was laughing as he swung me onto the bed.

"We're okay," I replied, feverishly trying to get his shirt off of him. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to feel again.

He unhooked the tie around my neck and then unzipped the zipper that started at the small of my back. He let his fingers linger a bit before letting our eyes connect. "You have no idea what I'm thinking right now," he said with a slight laugh.

I noticed how his eyes bulged as I un did his pants. "I think I might have a clue," I teased.

I felt almost…vulnerable there with him. But he didn't push me. "Do you have anything?" he asked after we had already begun foreplay.

Then it hit me. I didn't. Not here anyways. There was a box in the hall closet that Lilly kept for me. Just in case I ever decided to dump Felix and get some action (little does she know it would be with her brother!) she kept a stash in there. "Uh…well…."

This was a very in the heat of the moment kind of thing, and I knew if one of us went out there we'd be chancing Lilly or Louie seeing us and losing our momentum.

He was breathing heavy, waiting for my response. I shook my head. "Not in here."

He glared at my door. "I'm not going out there and chancing losing this," he said bluntly.

"Who cares?" I asked softly, "Just…let's just do it. Who really cares?"

He gave me his big half smile and dove in for another kiss.

I haven't really actually had sex with anyone in a few years. Felix didn't really like doing it anymore (since it was sooo immoral and we were already going to hell), and I refused to sleep with the guys I met on the road. I almost felt like a virgin again; giving myself to him once again.

"You okay?" he asked softly before we started making love.

He looked so concerned for my well being. I wrapping my arms around his neck, "Better than okay."

He looked so worried as he moved against me. Like he was that first night we'd been together all those years ago. Like he was worried he'd hurt me. Or that he was going too fast. He'd always wanted me to enjoy myself and didn't want to make that impossible by allowing himself to finish first.

"It's not a race," I whispered.

He stared at me, beads of sweat sprinkling onto me. "I never thought it was."


He collapsed on top of me a little while later (well, not a little while, a long while). "That…" he started, unable to finish his thought.

"Was nice?" I guessed.

He smirked at me. We were facing one another on a single pillow, his torso was still on top of mine. "I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"I think it's something we need to work on."

I rolled my eyes at his juvenile jokes. "If I didn't like you so much I'd hit you."

"I'm into that," he teased, pushing my hair behind my ears. "How come your so beautiful? And how'd I get so lucky to have a torrid affair with you?"

Normally I'd be offended by the affair comment, but I wasn't. I knew he was teasing. "Because you are the lead singer. You get what you want."

He fell asleep a little while later and I laid down in the dark trying to replay the past two hours in my mind. I broke up with my long term boyfriend and slept with my best friend. My heart was still beating from our second round of love making. The very thought of how we had acted still made me blush (and you would be blushing too if you knew the details).

He had some marks on his shoulder blades from me. I only hope they don't stick.

I liked waking up with his arms wrapped protectively around me. With his ever so cool breath down my neck. How does that boy do it? He never has bad breath. I turned to look at him and saw that he was already awake. "Why didn't you get up?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Because I didn't want to wake you up. I tried to lift my left arm up and you grabbed it and put it back."
I smiled shyly. "I better get moving. What time are we due at the shoot?"

"We have to be there at noon."

"Okay. We should get ready then," I said kissing his cheek.

He pulled me in for a deeper kiss, "Let's not start something we won't finish," I whispered.

"We will….eventually," he promised.

I smiled. The very idea of being with Michael was kind of sweet. Made me feel like I was in on a secret that no one else knew about. Which, I guess, I am.


"So, what is it like to be the only woman in this group?" the interviewer asked me. No, I haven't been asked this a million times.

"It doesn't matter. It's just like having four big brothers. Michael is the one that taught me about the guitar…we were in music class together when he was a senior-"

"And you had to sing Catch a Falling…" he said, remembering.

"Do you guys have a musical icon? Someone you style yourselves after?"

I smiled, "Totally. The Temptations."

"Personally, it's the Jackson Five for me," Michael replied with a straight face. But his serious look was breaking. He'd start laughing once we walked away from the interviewer.

See, we are always asked the same questions. So to keep the readers of the magazines we switch up our answers. For Blender I said my favorite singer was Vanilla Ice. Michael's was George Michael. Orlando was the only one who answered honestly.

They tried making me put on a frilly skirt but I rejected that outright. That was the princess of me. The Princess wore girly skirts and dressed really girly in public. I was more of a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl.

"So have any of you guys dated Miss Mia?" the interviewer asked while we posed. The guys were standing in a line and holding me across their chests.

They all turned remarkably quiet. I heard Manny snicker, "N-"

"Nah, she's been with the same guy for years," Orlando said, sounding almost bitter.

I glanced at Michael and half smiled. He wouldn't answer. He pretended to be on his phone instead.

"What's the guy's name?" the man asked me.

"I like to keep those things kind of private," I replied. No point in saying that we had broken up. Then the guys would be asking all sorts of questions.

"I can respect that," he replied with a smirk that made me believe he was going to get it out of the guys.

I went to a corner and started reading a magazine while they shot the guys in suits. It was kind of like the cover they were supposed to do for Nirvana before Cobain died. They were all wearing suits and looking rather dapper. It was supposed to be funny because they were not fans of fashion, and everyone knew it.

Meanwhile I got to wear a fake tiara and stand with my Gibson les Paul strapped around me. I was wearing a shirt that said, "Rock Stars Do It Better" with a thermal long sleeve underneath. My grandmother is going to kill me. It's great.

We finished up around three and were due at NBC for another rehearsal. I listened to my headphones as we walked the four blocks. I am such a dork. I get way too into music now. I started dancing as I walked down the street.

Michael grabbed my wrist and swung me around and danced with me. People were staring but we didn't care. Who cares about people staring when Weezer is playing?

The other guys kind of just stared at us. They didn't understand the hidden meaning behind Weezer. And to this day anytime I hear a Weezer song I get a bit…well antsy. Yes, antsy is the word. But eventually they joined in. I put my headphones on full blast so they could hear it too and we eventually had a big crowd of people staring at us.

"We should get going," Michael said ushering me past the crowd.

I laughed, "That was so much fun!"

Kevin shook his head, "I did that once back home and they arrested me."

"Well, people don't do that sort of thing in Wichita do they?" I teased.

Later, after rehearsal, I met up with Lilly for a spa treatment. We always treated ourselves when we were home to this.

"Hey POG!" Lilly called, waving her arms for me to see her.

"I hate that name!" I said hugging her.

"Tea?" the receptionist asked with wide eyes.

I nodded, "Herbal please. With honey."

"Coffee," Lilly replied.

We took our seats for our pedicures. "So…what's going on?" Lilly asked with a smirk.

I shrugged. "Nothing here. You?"

"Your brother got hot all of a sudden," she said, sipping her drink.

"Oh please."

"And now you tell me about my brother getting hot."

I gave her a look.

"Your highness?" a receptionist asked as I was getting my pedicure.

"Yes?" I said with a smile. I had just gotten a text message from Michael telling me how he couldn't wait to see me.

"There is a woman here by the name Elle. She says you are close personal friends and you invited her for a hair appointment and nails?"

I sighed. This girl was stalking me. But I didn't want to look like a bitch. "Fine. Is it possible to squeeze her in?"

The receptionist looked nervous, "I suppose…Britney is scheduled to come in at three…then Micca at two….I suppose…."

"Thank you very much," I said handing her a fifty dollar bill. "Consider it a favor to me."

"You shouldn't let her use you like that," Lilly said with a groan as she came into the room.

"I'm not that concerned about her using me," I said with a wink. Oh the irony. Is that even the right word? WHO CARES! I'm in lo- no. I'm not in love necessarily. Just finally getting the shot at seeing if I were in love. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Elle came in and acted all high and mighty, barely acknowledging me. She was too busy ordering champagne to drink while she got her nails done. "Oh, Mia. Hello," she said with a regal wave.

I smiled weakly and went back to responding to Michael's text message.

CAN'T WAIT TIL 2NITE. MT. ME? CALL.


"So when do I get to see your brother?" Elle asked before she went for her facial.

"Probably won't," I mumbled. "I have to go. I have to take him to the airport. Later."

"Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" she said nervously; looking around at the nail people who were eyeing her suspiciously.

Lilly and I looked at her like she had three heads, "No, what?" Lilly asked slowly.

"My bill?"

I nearly choked on the iced tea I had bought at the convenience store. "Um, excuse me? No. You chose to come here, not me."

She looked like a deer in headlights. "Oh…please Mia….just this once. Consider it a favor to Michael. He can't be dating someone that looks like she's going to a prom or something. I have to look really special."

I shook my head. "I'll pay for your hair but that's it. You can be responsible for everything else." Where is my backbone? Maybe it was just the guilt of stealing her boyfriend. Yeah, that must be it.

She half smiled, "Gee thanks."