(A/N: And I'm back yet again. You must all be so sick of me now. But Juju has FINALLY come back from her trip, so i'm putting this up in celebration. Now you should all go thank Juju. Ok? Anyway, thanks for the lovely reviews. I don't exactly know when this'll end, but we're on the third day, out of seven, and I'm planning on skimming over a couple days or it'll get too long and drag. You know? So anything from 4 – 6 chapters after this one.
Please Read, Review and Enjoy!)
Coughing, Michael opened the door and stumbled out, clutching his throat and muttering about how Lilly was a witch in girls clothing.
"Thanks, Thermopolis. She's out for my blood. Only god knows why. It's not like I did anything bad. Well … that bad, anyway." Michael said, brushing off all the dust which had settled in his hair.
Mia didn't say anything, but blushed a bright red and twiddled a bit of what hair she had around her fingers.
"Mia? Mia please. What have I done? Why won't you talk to me?" He asked her, turning around and standing in front of the flushed girl. All she did, however, was turn away from him and walk over to one of the beaten and very old computers lying on a table, and start fiddling with the mouse.
"Mia, come on. What have I done? Have I upset you or something?" He was becoming worried now. At this point, she was beginning to feel so bad. Here was Michael, trying to talk to her, and she just had to ignore him.
She really, really hated Lilly.
But she had warned Michael that Lilly was coming by pointing up the corridor and then to the cupboard, so maybe she could communicate with him by nodding and pointing? Lilly never said anything about not being allowed to point, nod or write? Bingo. Mia shook her head and Michael frowned.
"So you're not mad at me?" He asked. Another shake of the head was his answer.
"So why won't you talk to me?" Now this one was tricky. Looking around for a way to explain, she spotted the ancient blackboard, and a piece of chalk. Perfect. Walking up to the board and picking up the chalk, she began to write. Michael read what she wrote.
"'Sorry, I can't talk …'. You can't talk? Is there something wrong with your voice? But you have a really nice voice." Mia turned around and looked at Michael with a shocked expression on her face. "Er, what I meant is … um, you have a lovely voice, you know, it's really nice in the sense of uh … go on, you were explaining why you can't talk?"
She raised one eyebrow and made a mental note to ask him what exactly he meant by that before picking up the chalk and finishing off what she had started writing.
"'Sorry, I can't talk to you because of a bunch of reasons I can't explain right now. I'll tell you in 4 days, I promise.' What's happening in 4 days? Why can't you tell me now?" Michael was confused. All Mia did, though, was walk back over to him and plonk herself down onto a desk.
"Mia? Please, just talk to me? I have something I need to tell you and I can't exactly say it when you won't reply, you know? Please?" … Nothing.
He went over to her and sat down on the floor beside her. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours before one of them finally moved. Michael stood up and stretched, working the kinks out of his back. As he did this, however, Mia got a good look at his stomach and her mouth fell open. Unluckily for her, Michael looked over right at that moment.
"Like what ya see, Thermopolis?" He grinned at her and she blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that lunchtime. "Ah it's Ok. What girl wouldn't want to look at this piece of hot stuff?" He struck a pose. She couldn't take it anymore, and burst out laughing.
"Ahh Thermopolis! That's much better. That face always needs to have a smile on it, you hear? Good girl." He smiled and sat down next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Ah what do I have to do to make you talk, missy?"
She shrugged and that would be when she realised his hand was on her shoulder. Michael's hand was on her shoulder. And he didn't seem inclined to move it any time soon. What was up with him? Maybe he hit his head on something when he was in that cupboard? Well she wasn't complaining right now.
"C'mon Mia! One word won't hurt, will it? You couldn't possibly get into any trouble with one word?" Mia looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Ok, guess you could." Michael sighed and stood up, taking his hand off of Mia's shoulder and grabbing one of her hands.
"Look, we're late for G&T so why don't I try and make you speak there? Yes? Ooh, I forgot, you can't say no! Thank the lord. Come on Mia." He grinned cheekily at her and dragged her out of the room, unaware of the thoughts going through Mia's mind. Wow he was hot when he was bossy.
Five minutes later, they arrived at the G&T classroom, and walked in. Mrs Hill was in the teachers lounge as always, so they didn't get told off for being 15 minutes late to a lesson. Just as well Tina was in that class. Who else would have told her that Michael was taking a note to Mademoiselle Klein and Mia was in the bathroom? From the way Lilly was eyeing the pair of them, they could rule her out for sure.
All too soon, they saw Lilly rise up out of her seat, and start to make her way towards them.
Boy she was scary.
