Author's Note: Remember the good old days when I updated a few times a week? Let's pause for a moment and remember those times….Anyways, I have a killer schedule this semester. But I have spring break coming up and I'll most likely spend a great deal of it writing. Both the last part of this story and five lovely lit reviews for my Media History class. Isn't is strange that this time next year I'll be taking my last undergrad classes EVAH?
Anyways, here is another little bit of my story. I hope you enjoy it. I almost ended it midway, but luckily enough for you, my guilt outweighed my need to torture people. Enjoy.
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Last time in Someday Soon...
"We had to do tests on different continents so there would be no tampering," he replied.
I looked down at Michael who had a little bit of drool going down his chin. If only EXTRA! Knew! Maybe it was going to be a good thing. Us having some time apart right now. He can get whatever it is out of his system and I can wrap up family things. "Fine Dad. I'll meet Louie at the hotel in the morning."
MIA:
I started packing that night. Michael strolled into our bedroom while I was trying to decide between my yellow and light green dress. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I have to go to Genovia in the morning," I replied. "Which dress?"
"You only just got back," he replied sharply.
"Yeah. Thanks for reminding me. I have to go back. They are going to be announcing the findings from the lab."
"Fine. I'll go-"
"No," I said quickly. "I think this should just be us. Me, Louie and Dad. Family."
He looked genuinely hurt. "What, I'm just the fiancé? Not family though?"
"I don't mean it like that. You know that. It's just…" I started, trying to find the proper wording, "the less people involved the better."
"What in case they say he's not your brother?"
I glared at him. "Why would you say that?"
He rolled his eyes and rubbed my arms, "C'mon Mia. Think about the evidence."
"I need to go," I snapped, shrugging off his touch. "I need to be alone. I can't be with you right now."
Michael:
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling the chunks coming up.
She shook her head at me. "I need to be alone. I think we both do."
"What are you talking about?" I asked as she zipped up her suitcase.
"We both have a lot going on," she replied. "Let's just finish what we have to do on our own."
"You are breaking up with me?" I asked in a voice I didn't recognize as my own.
She sighed. "That would be the easy thing to do, wouldn't it?"
I stared in disbelief. "What is going on?"
"Michael, let's just take a breather."
"Is there someone else?" I snapped, dreading the answer.
She gave me the dirtiest look. "Why would I ask for a breather if I wanted someone else?"
"Mia I don't get it."
"I need to do things for myself for a little while. Let's just give this a few days and then talk. I need to have a clear head for this thing in Genovia."
I shook my head. "Yeah, I guess Genovia needs you more than I do anyways. I'm perfectly fine while you are gone."
With that I stormed out, grabbing my keys as I left the apartment. I crashed at my mother's place and left before she even knew I was there. I walked around the next morning, trying to avoid being seen. I was sure the second someone would ask me about Mia I would start bawling my eyes out.
I got back to the apartment that evening to find that she had made dinner for me that morning before she left and put it in Tupperware. I took the lasagna and threw it across the room. I picked up my phone and dialed Jesse's number.
Two hours later I was in the process of being properly handled in Vicente's; an upscale strip club. I was drinking one drink after another until I completely forgot what I was so upset about.
"Come on, we'll meet Sadie and one of her friends at a party," Jesse said walking me out of the side door so the cameras wouldn't have pictures of me leaving the place.
I sat back on a leather couch at some studio apartment that was about ten times bigger than my and Mia's place. Or my place. I dunno. I don't get it. I dunno if I have a fiancée still. Am I allowed to ogle other women? Even if I don't want to?
"Hey handsome," a leggy brunette said through her red painted lips. She started rubbing my thigh. "Why are you all alone over here?"
I looked at her in my drunken haze. She's gorgeous. "No point in getting up."
"Let all the girls come to you?" she asked with a wink.
Sadie came up to me "Hey sexy."
I looked up at her, "Where's Jesse?"
"He had to go home early. Something about a shoot in the morning. You'll have to take care of me," she replied, sitting on my lap. "You've met Lucie I see?"
I nodded, "Yeah."
Before I knew it I had Lucie sucking on my ear and whispering all the things she wanted to do to me. Sadie was kissing my lips with such abandon; something I hadn't experienced with Mia since the early days. "Let's go back to your place," she suggested.
I nodded enthusiastically as a school boy. We went back to my apartment and I went into the bathroom to supposedly use it. But really I was weighing my options. Do I sleep with Sadie? Do I sleep with Lucie? Do I sleep with both? Have I ever even wanted to be with two women at once? Am I still with Mia? Am I a single guy again?
I returned to find both women on the bed whispering to one another and then turn to me and both gave seductive looks. Fuck it. Mia wants to be broken up. We're broken up.
MIA:
Louie and I returned in time for the announcement. He and I held Dad's hands as we stood up to hear the determination of the court.
"After many tests and conferring with experts and interviewing witnesses the National Court of Genovia has determined that the allegations against our Prince Louis Phillippe Antoine Renaldo are false."
My stomach had been in my throat. "What did he just say?" I whispered to Dad.
"Louie is your brother."
"I know, but what did the judge say?"
He sighed, "The allegations were false."
"And the accuser, Mr. Thomas Flick, will be brought up on charges of extortion."
I looked at Dad again. "He tried to get money out of us to keep his allegations a secret."
I looked at Louie, who had turned and was holding Katie and Damon tightly, crying a little bit. I felt as if a huge weight had finally been lifted. But somehow I know that another was still waiting to be placed on me.
I tried calling Michael that night , to tell him how things went. But I did not get an answer. I hated how we'd left things. I had not released my thoughts very clearly. I have never been good at explaining my thoughts. I hope he wasn't thinking I was ending things. God, what if he did?
I called in the middle of the next afternoon.
"'Ello?" his tired voice asked.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Who's this?"
I sighed. He never was good at recognizing voices when he was sleepy. "It's me, Mia."
"Mia? What…where are you?" he asked in a panicked voice.
"At home—er, the Palace."
"Oh, oh…..um…."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"What's going on?"
"I…I don't think I really made myself clear the other day I felt bad about it."
"Huh?"
"I wasn't breaking up with you….I just thought we needed a few days apart, ya know? We're always together and I thought maybe being on our own every once and a while was a good thing. But not broken up," I clarified.
Silence. "We aren't broken up."
"No."
"Okay," he said slowly. "Okay. When are you coming home?"
"I'm not sure. We are having a party tonight for Louie. And then Damon's birthday party in a few days. Then my dad's party….two weeks tops."
I heard him sigh. "Okay. Two weeks."
"Are you okay?"
"Fine. I'm fine," he said in a way that made me believe otherwise. He was probably just hung over.
"Okay. I'll call you in a few days when everything is less hectic, okay?"
"Okay baby."
"Love you."
"I love you too Mia. I really, really do."
I smiled. "I know. I'll talk to you soon."
