Author's Note: Here is a short piece to keep you a bit satisfied. I'm leaving for Disney WORLD (viva la east coast) tomorrow morning and thus won't be updating. I'll be gone until late next Friday night. I'll give my dear cohorts some more to update at their leisure.
CandC: Micca is NOT Mischa Barton. If you read my other stories you'd know. It's a celebrity that I made up. And please never use the phrase 'pull out' when referring to anything in my story. I don't do cliché endings.
Sylver: Why are you apologizing for liking my story?
Dancing: She gets it from Australia.
Madam: For one reason and one reason only. I'm sure you'll be able to figure that out easily enough.
MICHAEL:
I am going to do it. I am breaking it off with Elle. And then I'll convince Mia to dump Felix and to run away with me. Well, it'll take awhile but I will get the job done. I always do.
"Hey, you look nice," I said as Elle joined me for dinner at Per Se. Maybe being somewhere that was sointimately Mia would give me the nerve to do this. This was where I had taken after her cat, Fat Louie, died. It cheered her up. And she brought me here on my first year of sobriety.
She kissed my cheek and looked around to see who was watching us. "I hear Ashton brings Demi here all the time," she whispered.
I sighed, "Yeah, I guess. I dunno…"
"Have you met them yet? I read an interview where he said he was a huge fan…"
"Apparently every young celebrity is these days," I replied. We were the new fashionable group. Like Maroon 5 was back in 2004.
And that was how the night went. She never let me get a word in. She kept dropping names and waving to people she didn't actually know. "Can you stop that?" I hissed as we left.
"Stop what?" she asked.
"Using that plastic smile," I replied. "I gotta go to bed. I'll see you later."
"Michael," she said stomping her foot. "At least take me home."
I shrugged, "I gotta go."
The next day was spent rehearsing and sneaking in kisses with Mia. During our final rehearsal for SNL before we went live Mia and I were goofing around on the piano. Laughing and joking around, like we always had. Elle came up to us, "So Mia, when did you get over your crush on Michael?"
Mia's cheeks turned bright red, "What?"
"If I remember correctly, it was 'an undying passion that cannot be restrained by a false love'. Have you ever told Felix?"
Mia smiled awkwardly, "What, that I had a crush on Michael when I was fifteen? Sure."
"I had a crush on her too back then," I replied, looking at a magazine. Both women stared at me.
"You did?" they said in unison.
I looked at Mia. She knew this already. "Sure. I was eighteen. Foolish," I said elbowing her.
"You never said anything to me," Orlando said, sounding betrayed.
"Oh please, like it wasn't obvious?" Kevin replied, flipping through a magazine, hoping to see a picture of himself. He was known to frequent the VIP rooms in the clubs of the cities we played in. Just to get a picture of himself in a magazine.
"I happen to know that he would-"
"Okay guys, we get the picture. I liked Mia," I replied. I knew what Manny had been about to say. He was going to say that…well, Mia had inspired a few alone sessions if you catch my drift.
Mia and I looked at one another sheepishly. "Well, who were you in l- lust with when you were eighteen?" she asked Orlando.
"Vanessa Vasquex," he said wistfully. "A beautiful Spaniard." He had the funniest look on his face.
We all laughed and Elle wrapped her arms around me. "Baby, wanna go for a walk? We only have a few days left before you go back on tour…"
Everyone busied themselves, including Mia. She hated being around Elle. I mean, she always had avoided my girlfriend but now had even more of a reason to do so. "Just a walk?" I asked. Maybe I could drop it on her now.
Her phone started ringing. "Hold that thought."
She went to meet her friend Jennie. "I'll see you at the after party?" she asked before she left.
I shook my head and kissed her cheek, "We're leaving right after the show. We have to be in Dallas by Wednesday. Driving straight out."
She looked genuinely upset. "But I'll see you when you guys go to California, right?"
I nodded, "Yeah. Sure." It'll wait til then.
"Did you know you look really hot," I whispered into Mia's ear while we got ready to go for dinner.
She smirked, "Why thank you. Not so bad yourself."
"I know this great place for dinner…."
"I have to meet Lix for dinner," she replied with a scrunched up nose.
"Are you ending it with him?" I asked hopefully.
"I….yeah," she replied, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
"Good. 'Cuz as right as this feels," I said hooking my finger through her belt loop, "I still feel wrong about hurting them."
She kissed my cheek and looked really strange. She gave me a questionable smile. She started to open her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Lilly.
"Michael, Ned is on the phone. Some drama with Dad or something. He knows better than to talk to me about it."
I rolled my eyes, "Parents and their husbands. Uhm, were you going to say something?"
She looked at Lilly, who was still standing nearby, watching us. "Nah, I'll…I'll just tell you later, okay?"
"Okay, try not to have too much fun with Felix."
She rolled her eyes, "I'll try not to."
She acted so mad about seeing Lix, which made me surprised to see that they were engaged on the ten o'clock news that night.
"Mia Grimaldi, or Mia Thermopolis, or Mia Renaldo. Call her what you want, including Mrs. Shortridge. The princess and musician from the band Glass of Water was seen with her long time love Felix Shortridge, an aspiring actor and musician, at Per Se, where word is that he proposed earlier this evening. Our congratulations go out to the happy couple," the Barbie look alike news woman announced.
"Wow, I thought she was going to end it. I heard you guys talking about it earlier," Orlando said stoically.
I slammed the TV off and stormed out of the room. I went into my dressing room and started slamming my head against the door. How could she do this to me?
