A/N: Hey all. Um, review and I'll give you a … cookie? Yeah, a cookie. I'm going to my very first Rooney show on May 7th so … WOOOO! Ok, I'll contain my excitement long enough to say this: Read and Review. If you do, I'll give you  blow by blow account of the Rooney show. Ok? Good. If you've never head of Rooney … Where have you been these last few years? Hiding under a rock? Jeez! Ok, off topic. Read and Review Please. Enjoy!

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The next morning, Mia came over before her Princess Lessons, telling Lars she had forgotten something important when she last slept over. Being a bodyguard, he had, of course, seen right through this, but went along with it for the time being. Arriving at the Moscovitz' apartment, Mia opened the limo door, hopped out and told Lars to stay there.

Lilly flung open the door and stepped back to let her best friend in.

"Hey Mia, what brings you this way at," she checked her watch "eight-thirty in the morning?"

"I don't know. You're the one who called me last night and said it was urgent." Mia replied, looking around.

"Oh yes." She stated simply.

"Well?" Mia asked again, remembering that Lars was waiting downstairs with the engine running.

"Hey Mia … can I ask you a question?"

"Well you didn't really leave me any choice there, but sure. Go ahead."

"You've been spending way too much time around my brother." Lilly muttered

"Uh, that isn't really a question, Lils." Mia giggled, watching as Lilly turned an interesting shade of red.

"I know it isn't!" She snapped "I was getting to that."

"Right. Well, whenever you're ready."

"Again with the brother thing!" She groaned, pointing a finger accusingly in Mia's face.

"Whatever. Just tell me already!" Mia moaned, stamping her foot onto the parquet floor.

"God, I'm getting there. Ok, how would you feel about a little dare?" Lilly asked, quite nicely for her.

"Um, Lilly I don't do dares." Mia told her firmly.

"Yet."

"No, ever." She shot back.

"Not if it includes Michael?" Lilly knew she had won when she saw Mia's eyes soften at his name.

"Ok, tell me more." She finally said, walking over to a chair and plopping herself down, Lars forgotten for the moment.

"Not until you agree." She countered, knowing Mia would never agree if she knew the whole deal.

"Ok fine, it's a deal. Now tell me more."

"Well, my dear best friend, you have to avoid Michael for a week." Lilly told her smugly.

"What? Oh no, no, no, no. No I'm not doing that- I can't do that!" She panicked, instantly regretting that hasty deal.

"And why not?" Lilly asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Uh … because he …. Tutors me in Algebra! Yeah, that's why. If I avoid him, he'll think I don't want his help anymore, when I really do. It's finals next week, Lilly!" She practically screamed at her best friend.

"I'll tutor you. I'm just as good as him. Or was there some other reason you want to spend time with the doofus?" She shot back, knowing perfectly well why Mia spent so much time with her brother. It's not that hard understanding how a person's mind works when you've known them since they were 6.

"Uh … ok, fine. How long did you say I had to do this for?" She gulped and looked up.

"One week. 7 days, 154 hours, 10080 minutes –" She rambled on, showing her intelligence off to the highest extent. Mia didn't know there were 154 hours in a week, let alone 10080 minutes! Jeez, way to make a girl feel stupid.

Ok, OK I got it, Lilly." She yelled, trying to stop Lilly's incessant rambling.

"Oh, and there's one other thing."

"Which is?" Mia asked, a feeling of dread, similar to the one Michael had gotten before, attacking her guts with what felt like long, pointy knives.

"If you don't avoid him for a week, you have to wear this lovely outfit." She replied, smirking and pointing to a large egg costume hanging on the back of her bedroom door.

"Oh, now the Michael thing, I was willing to do. But that? Nuh uh."

"Oh yes you will."

"Lilly, do I have to remind you of the small fact that I am a Princess and cannot be seen dead in an overly large EGG COSTUME?!" She screamed at her, stretching up to her full height and trying to seem tough.

"You can't, but you will. We have a deal, end of." The supposed best friend said simply, before turning on her heel and walking off into her bedroom, shutting the door with a little slam

"Touchy." Mia muttered to herself, unaware of the young man standing behind her – without a shirt on.

"Yeah … you could say that. At least she didn't do the whole head-grip thing with you." A voice said from somewhere close to her ear. Whirling around, she came face to face with a certain Michael Moscovitz. The very same person she was meant to be avoiding.

"Uh … Um …" She stuttered, before remembering the dare. 'Shit!' She thought, eyeing Michael's bare chest and blushing.

"Cat got your tongue there, Thermopolis?" He asked, smiling that brilliant smile of hers. Too bad she couldn't say anything back. Well, she could, but she didn't think walking about dressed as a giant egg would do much good for her public persona. With that thought in mind, she waved at him numbly, and turned around.

Out of sight, out of mind … right? Wrong.

"Ok, what have I done now? Oh don't tell me. Lilly." He said, moving up behind her once again. "What's she said now?"

"Gotta go. Bye!" She mumbled quickly, and shot for the door. If he wasn't there, she couldn't talk to him. Right? Right. Dashing though the front door, she ran down the stairs and dived into the waiting limo, shushing Lars, who was staring at Mia's flushed face, and saying

"Where have you been Princess? You look a little unwell. Shall we call your grandmother and cancel?"

"No, no, just drive please." She managed to get out. Before closing her eyes and leaning back into the cool leather upholstery of the car seats.

Meanwhile, up in the Moscovitz apartment, Michael was staring at the door through which his lovely little princess had ran through, with a puzzled look on his face. Shrugging his shoulders, he told himself that he would tell her later. With that thought nestled firmly in his mind, he set off to the kitchen for some Orange Juice.

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