Do not blame me if this sucks. I did this before and after MCAS and I am now a jiggling mess of gerunds and context clues, and therefore incapable of coming up with a good chapter.

---Michaels's POV---

Lacie.

Lacie had to be the biggest mistake I had ever made, besides breaking up with Mia. Sure, she was gorgeous on the outside, but there wasn't much going on the inside. She and I went out for a while, and broke up only a few months ago. At first, she seemed smart and fun. I liked talking to her—we would talk about Star Wars, how Yellowstone might blow someday and end the world, and our thoughts on being a vegetarian. I finally asked her out, and she said yes. But as soon as we became "boyfriend and girlfriend" she changed. Whenever I talked about our usual topics of conversation, she changed the subject to someone named Paris Hilton and how hot her outfit was. She tried to make out with me whenever she could and even tried to go to third base on our second date.

She sucked.

She was all peppy and flirty, and the other guys told me how hot she was, and how lucky I was to be dating her. I couldn't wait to break up with her. But every time I tried, I felt bad, or she would remember she had somewhere to go…anything like that. But when I woke up in the middle of the night and found that she had come into my room, taken off everything north, and was laying on top of me, I just kind of lost it. And broke up with her on the spot.

So what was she doing back? And why was she kissing me like that? Oh no, Mia looks really mad. I pulled Lacie off me.

"Um, Mia, meet my…friend, Lacie" I said, trying to get away with the "friend"

"Oh silly!" Lacie squealed, in my ear, might I add. "We went out for forever. We were like this." She held up one hand, her middle and index finger twisted around each other. "But sometimes, when Mikey was horny, we were like this!" Her two fingers were rubbing each other and mashing together. Mia looked sickened. I couldn't say I blamed her.

"Um, Michael, can…will you come over here? I need to talk to you." Mia said. I had a feeling she was purposely leaving Lacie out, which was fine with me. But Lacie didn't take the hint. She was never able to.

"Oooh! Let's go for a walk! It's so nice and sunny out here!" She skipped up to us, and wedged herself in between us.

"Look, Lacie, me and Mia need to discuss some stuff. Could you…?" Although I wanted to tell her to get her stupid fake boobs out of my face, I couldn't be that mean. Yet.

"Oh, I don't mind!" Lacie said happily. "You two just talk. I won't tell anyone." She winked at me. Mia rolled her eyes.

"Lacie! Mia and me need to talk ALONE. In private."

"Well, I don't think anyone will hear you. It's pretty private over here. Speaking of "private", you and I should find someplace private later on. It's been so long since me and you have—"

"LACIE. NOT NOW."

"Later, I know. Somewhere dark and secret." She giggled and winked.

"NOT NOW. NOT EVER." I was practically screaming now. Lacie actually looked hurt.

"Fine. Besides, I'm here with…with someone else." She walked over to a tall, blonde, muscular man. I turned to Mia.

"Sorry. She's a bitch."

"Geez, I'd hate to get in a fight with Sergeant Michael. Where did that come from?" Mia asked, amused.

"Look, let's go over there. It's too…public here." I actually just wanted to get her away from everyone else. I wanted it to just be us.

"Michael, we're just talking. Believe it or not, but most people aren't offended by two people talking."

"I know that." But I wanted to do MORE than talk with her. We walked along the water that surrounded the island.

"Look." She turned to face me. "Can't we…I don't know. Start over?" I looked at her in surprise

"I—I mean…I know we can't completely forget everything." She said, seeing my startled expression.

"Well, I don't know. I'll have to think about that. Do you really deserve it?" I teased her. She laughed, running ahead along the sand.

"Come on, let's pretend that we've never met before, and we just ran into each other at…Staples." She said, grinning me. I laughed—only Mia would come up with a place as random as Staples. She walked over to a palm tree, pretending to look for something.

"Excuse me, Miss. Can I…help you?"

"Yeah, thanks. You see, I'm looking for Post-Its."

"Uh, ma'am, you happen to be looking at what is, in fact, the Post-It display."

"Yes, but none of these are the right COLOR."

"Color? What color are you looking for in particular?"

" Actually, I wanted a color that would match the tiles in my bathroom."

"I see…and what color would that be?"

"None of these!" Mia started to shake the palm tree.

"Excuse me! Please do not mess with the merchandise!"

"Stupid…Post…Its!"

"MISS! YOU'RE GOING TO RUIN THE DISPLAY! STOP! STOP! SECURITY! CODE 57! IN AISLE 29, BY THE POST-IT DISPLAY!" I was laughing hard now; she was too. She twirled around, dizzy, falling down, bringing me with her. I was in heaven.

I landed on top of her. She giggled, and brushed some hair off of her face.

"Hey…" she whispered. Damn, I looked into her eyes. Big mistake. I found myself lost in her blue eyes. She had flecks of gold around the edges, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to bring myself to her, I wanted…

I brought my face down towards hers; she looked at me, pleading. We were so close…here it was, I was back with the girl I was in love with, on a gorgeous beach, all alone—

"MICHAEL! MICHAEL!" Someone one was frantically calling my name. I groaned, and buried my head deep in Mia's soft hair. She smelt amazing, like strawberries and chocolate.

"MICHAEL!" My name came louder this time. And it was coming from Lacie. Damn it. I had to get off Mia.

---Mia's POV---

He took his warm body off me. I wanted to cry. But I knew he had wanted it, at least. But, oh my god, he was so soft and hott, and that SLUT had to come along and ruin everything. I made a mental note to put her bra in the freezer, if I ever got the chance. If they even fit. Her boobs were so huge; it looked like she had shoved two baby whales down there. It was childish, I know, but it sounded like fun, and it at least momentarily distracted me from Michael.

"Shhh…" He said, putting his finger to my lips. "Maybe she won't hear us if we're quiet."

"MIKEY! QUICK! THE PLANE IS LEAVING! YOU NEED TO COME BACK!"

"OH SHI—" Michael swore loudly. "Come on, let's go" He grabbed my hand, and pulled me up. We began to run, our feet and our hearts pounding. Lacie saw us running.

"Oh my good god I thought I'd never see you again! They better not leave without us! Do you think they'll leave without us? If they leave without us, I'll sue. My daddy's a big time lawyer." She said that last part to me, as though she was trying to outdo me. HA!

"My dad's the prince of Genovia." I said smugly. She just blinked at me.

"God bless you."

"No, Lacie, Genovia's a country over in—never mind, I'll explain it later." Michael said, exasperated. I grinned; liking the way he looked when he was all flustered.

"Uh, if all (crackle) the passengers, uh, have boarded (crackle) the plane, then uh, please get ready for, uh, (crackle) lift off." We could faintly hear the pilot as he got ready to leave the island. Without us.

"Like, oh my gawd! No you so cannot leave without me! Stop! Big flying-thing! Uh, get back here!" Lacie was running after the plane. Michael looked at me, shrugged, and ran after the plane. Could they really not see us here? It wasn't that far now. But I had never noticed how hard it is to run in the sand. Every step sucks you down, and every now and then your very expensive turquoise blue flip-flops that you bought at some tiny little boutique in California starts twisting around, threatening to fall off your feet. Now I know why the people in Baywatch do that long, slow run. Not only do they look ultra-sexy; they aren't falling all over themselves trying to lodge a particular flip-flop out of the wet sand.

"Oh, SHIT!"

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