Author's Note: It's been awhile. I know. I admit that I suck majorly. I'm leaving you to search through the crap C&J stories. For that I apologize. But would you rather wait during this part of the story, or wait MONTHS for part three to emerge from my head? Cuz it's there, I just haven't had time to write for fun at all. It's all for school these days.

BUt I can be convinced to write more if I get more reviews than I've been getting.

FYI: I'm going to both the Rooney COncert in November, and to the Weezer/Foo next Saturday. AND yANKEES STILL SUCK AT LIFE. The End.

Also, keep in mind I wrote this Summer 04. When a couple that is mentioned was still 'happily married'. I left it in for a reason.


Michael:

"Good news," Mia said warmly a few weeks later.

"Yes?" I asked, biting into a peanut butter bar. I had mentioned I liked peanut butter once and everyone started giving me stuff after shows.

"I'm coming back."

I threw the candy out toward the front of the bus, hitting someone. "That's awesome baby, when? Where can I meet you?" I asked, forgetting my plans that night; a party at Josh's mansion.

" New York. The apartment," she replied.

"Perfect. When?"

"Where are you guys now?"

I looked out the window. "Um, four miles from the Hilldale Exit?" I replied.

" Memphis," she said with a laugh.

"You are sick."

"Or I'm looking it up right now on my laptop," she said with a laugh.

"They don't have you busy today?" I asked, practically jumping with joy. I'm such a tool.

"No. It'd be hard to do that when I'm sitting at our desk in our apartment."

I stopped moving, "Say what?"
"I'm home," she said laughing. "About to go to bed actually."

"Really? When?"

"I got in earlier. Lou is staying at the Ritz. Trying to get away from the mess back home."

"It hasn't been settled yet?" Oh who cares? She's back! She's in my time zone!

"No. It won't be for another few months. Court and stuff. I dunno. I don't want to think about it right now. When is the break?"

"The tour is wrapping up in a few days. Can't you fly here?"

"What, to a moving bus?" she teased.

"Well, no. you know what I mean. To me. I can't wait."

"I'll see you when you come back," she replied.

Didn't she care about seeing me? "What did your family say about the engagement?"

Silence.

"Mia?"

"Yeah. It's just, I couldn't really get a good time to tell Dad. Or Grandmere."

Oh. Just the people who are going to freak the most. "I see. I understand."

"But I'm calling her once I get off of the phone with you. With a whole ocean between us she can't kill me," she said laughing.

"Right…Thursday we are supposed to drive back. I'm gonna fly though. I wanna see you."

I could almost hear the smile in her voice, "Good. I was hoping you'd say that. I'll see you in a few days then?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling completely for the first time in almost a month. "I love you."

"I love you too."


I was becoming two people since she left. I was Michael Moscovitz the rock star in public. I put on an act, hung out with the right people. Made good contacts. But When I went to bed I was Michael Moscovitz: the moron who fell in love with a princess.

I missed her more than I would let on. You know when you look at magazines, at couples who are both celebrities? Take….Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt, for example. She's in America filming, while he's out in Greece making a movie. You wonder if they even mind being apart. If they even think of one another when they are mingling among the social elite. I'll tell you right now, they do.

I saw her favorite actors or musicians in my travels and make plans to meet up with them once Mia gets home. So she can meet them. And then my new friends from this other band, Jester, try to get me to hook up with women when we went out.

The old Michael would do that without even thinking twice. But I have Mia Thermopolis here. The image of perfection in my eyes. Why would I do anything to ruin that?


MIA:
Genovia was terrible. Reporters were asking me what I was going to do now that I was poised to take the throne instead of Louie. "I don't plan on doing anything. Louie will be the crowned prince. And then his son Damon will. I am going to continue my music career."

A lot of Louie's so called friends stopped answering his phone calls. I was his only true friend left. So I kidnapped him. Kind of. Grandmere told me to bring him to New York. I invited him to stay in the apartment but he said no. He just wanted to be alone in the hotel room. He didn't want to impose on me and Michael.

"Besides, you two have a lot of time to make up for."

"Only a few weeks," I argued with a wink.

"From what I hear you guys are going at it like rabbits."

"Louie!" I said slapping his arm. "That's disgusting. But I do want to see him…discuss a wedding and stuff."

He laughed, "I'm happy for you little sister."

I looked at my ring, "I better go back to my place and call Grandmere. Tell her about the wedding."

"I cannot believe you were there for more than a month and never told them," he said with a laugh.

"No time. Being a princess is a very busy job you know. Wearing my tiara and everything," I teased.

I fully intended on calling her right away. But no. I called Michael. I couldn't resist. Hearing his voice would calm me down. But then I'll call Grandmere.

She was very calm actually. She said she was happy for me and was looking forward to planning a wedding. That this could help clear up any messiness left over from the Louie situation. "Grandmere, we will probably want something small. Over here. And not in a church," I replied holding my breath.

She was blown by that. "I do not think so Amelia."

"I do. He's not Catholic."

"We can fix that."

"No. He's not changing that," I snapped. I don't think he'd care, but I digress. "We are having this our way. I just thought you should know."

Louie and I went to Fashion Week since Seb was having a show. We were sat in the front, near Mandy Moore. That is, I was given those seats. It was expected I'd be bringing Michael. Not the disgraced maybe prince from Genovia.

We got tired of listening to the chatter and left. Celebrities need lives. Seriously.

I bought some fresh flowers. Daisies were Michael's favorite so I spread them throughout the apartment. And I got air fresheners. I totally forgot to call a cleaning service and spent the first night cleaning out the kitchen.

I set up his favorite dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs (tofu balls for me). He was due any minute now. Making sure everything was perfect for him was my main goal.

I heard the door crack open. "Mia?" his voice called out. "You home?"

I walked barefoot to the front door and his jaw dropped. "Why don't you have any clothes on?"

I smirked. "I'm home. Why bother?"

He laughed. "I like that philosophy. I totally support it."

"But actually I just got out of the shower and was air drying," I replied. "Lemme go get some clothes."

I heard him sigh and drop his bags and follow me. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. "Let me get a good look at ya first," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine.

I smiled as we parted and he kissed my nose, "You're shivering. Go get your robe on," he said with a laugh.

I came back out in my robe. "I made dinner."

We ate and he told me about the tour. "People were looking for you. They were upset."

"I'm sure." Then it hit me. This was the first time he'd been out there without me. Without me watching over him. Not that he needed a babysitter….

"It was lonely," he said staring into his bowl of pasta. "But I got a lot of work done for the next album I think…"

I sat cross legged on the chair. I had no idea if I could be on that album. "I see. Well, that's good to hear. Did the boys behave themselves?"

He knew what I was asking, "No. Girls hit on me, I deflected them to the guys. It was nice. You have no idea how cool it was to be all 'No, I got my girl'," he said in a gangsta voice. "And what a relief it is to know that all that shit is over."

I laughed. He was right. The whole time I was with Felix I knew there was something missing. Something I had to search for.

"Mind if I take a shower?" he asked after we washed the dishes (and had a soap bubble fight, I won).

"Go for it. I'm gonna catch the news."

"Don't get dressed," he said pulling the rope on my robe. I smacked him playfully and went into our living room and put on the Entertainment Tonight.

"Another celebrity, another sex tape," the anchor said smugly. "After this break."

"Hey Michael, celebrity sex tape!" I called into him. We always loved hearing these stories. It was sick.

"Who?" he asked, half interested.

"They haven't said yet," I called back.

"New on the market today is a sex tape that involves singer Michael Moscovitz from the popular rock group, Glass of Water. The tape stars him and ex-girlfriend Elle Kingston. The two were linked for over a year.

'I honestly don't know how this got taken,' Miss Kingston says in a written statement made public today, 'My apartment was ripped apart a few weeks ago, while I was on location for a shoot. I don't think he'll care too much. He even told me to go ahead and try to sell it to see how much we'd make off of it. But I guess not much since it's on the internet now.'

Mr. Moscovitz has not been available for comment. In other news…."

My jaw dropped. A sex tape? I robotically got up and took my laptop to the couch. I looked it up and found it. I was totally disgusted.

"What's going on? Who was it? Paris Hilton again? An Olsen twin?"

I turned my computer toward him. "No."