(A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers. You all rock, and please keep doin' that wonderful thing you do (I'm talking about reviewing here, but if it applies to writing, then I mean that too). Ok, as it's now summer (Bloody hell, it's about time. only 2 months longer than the US. Jeez.) I'm going to be a bit busier, so I might not be able to update as often. Taylor seems insistent on keeping me busy, and he's pretty hard to shake off, so I'll write whenever I can, and update when I find time to. Ok? Ok. And I would just like to say now that I still have no idea how long this thing'll be, as i'm in the middle of writers block (Which SUCKS, I might add) so can't finish it off. Now, this website screwed up, and I only got like, 5 reviews total for both of the fics I have up, so I'm sorry for not updating this sooner. I thought you'd all gone off me or something. Well, until I checked this website and saw I had more than I thought, of course.
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Lilly was sitting in her room when she heard a bang from outside. Rolling her eyes, she stood up and made her way to the door. Peaking out through the crack, she saw nothing out of order, so, shaking her head, she dipped back into her room and went to close the door again.
Suddenly, a foot wedged its way between the door and the doorframe, holding it open, and she saw Michael looming out of the shadows. Lilly screamed and put a hand on her forehead.
"Michael, you idiot! Don't do that!" She growled, hitting Michael on the arm with about as much force as she could muster.
"Oh I am terribly sorry, dear Lillikins. Didn't mean to frighten you there." He smirked and pushed his way into her room discreetly.
"What do you want? I haven't got any friend 'round so you can't embarrass me, and I haven't touched any of your stuff for a day so you can't get me on that one either." She covered all the bases quickly and shut the door behind him.
If mom and dad found out Michael was in her room, they'd psychoanalyze her. It wasn't every day that she let her brother into her room and stay there.
"When have you ever touched my stuff?" He questioned. He couldn't remember anything going missing, or mysteriously turning up damaged, which was the usual sign of Lilly's meddling in his business. "Ok, nevermind. That's not what I wanted to talk about."
"Oh? Go on then. What did you want to talk about? Or should I say who." Lilly said snidely, picking up a nail file and shaping her nails nonchalantly.
"Technically, it's whom." Michael muttered under his breath, leaning against her bedside table and examining his nails too.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, putting down the file and making her way over to the shelf of video tapes she had. Tilting her head sideways, she started reading the titles, mumbling various words under her breath.
"Not who. That's not grammatically correct. It's whom." He said, clearly mocking Lilly behind her back, by tilting his head sideways and bobbing his head in a pigeon like imitation.
"Michael, does it look like I care about grammatical correctness? No. No it does not. Now get to the point before I throw you out." She hissed at him, whirling around, crossing her arms and tapping her foot in an agitated manner.
"Fine, Darth Vader." He paused to revel in the joy of Lilly's facial expression, "What's the deal with Mia?"
"What do you mean? There'd nothing wrong with her. I mean, sure, she's a bit less assertive than she should be, and yeah, maybe her family life is a little too hectic, but that's nothing to be worri–" Michael cut her off, mid ramble.
"Mia's perfect as she is. There's nothing wrong with the way she's acting to anyone else. It just seems to be me she's not speaking to. Now, I know you're my sister, and I know we haven't exactly seen eye to eye on a few things …" He stopped talking for a second and shook his head, before carrying on, "But you're still my sister, and I'm still your brother. Now is there anything you want to tell your lovely sibling?"
"Um … no. Can't say there is. Nothing springs to mind, no." She smirked again and leaned against the table, which was weighted down with schoolwork and video camera equipment.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes dramatically, "Let's cut with the crap. What did you tell Mia that made her stop talking to me? Don't deny it – I know it was you."
"I said nothing to her. Nothing at all. Nope." She turned back to her videos and finally settled on 'A Walk To Remember'. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and get ready. Mia's coming over in about half an hour and we're going to have a girlie night in. So if you wouldn't mind …" She pointed to the door and coughed loudly.
"No. Not until you tell me what you said to her." Michael sat down on her bed and crossed his legs. He'd follow her around all night if he needed to. Which wouldn't be much of a hardship as, by the sounds of it, she'd be with Mia for the rest of the night.
"Well, let's just say she's experiencing roughly the same situation as you are." She muttered. "Now Get OUT."
"So you've done the same thing to her as you have with me? But that doesn't make sense. Mia doesn't like me like that. Does she? Nah. So what would stop her from talking to me? Wait … unless you've told her she can' talk to me. Which would of course make my job even harder …" He mumbled to himself, finally working it out. "Oh you little witch. Why the hell did you do that?!?!" He screeched.
Just then, The Drs Moscovitz burst into Lilly's room and looked around. "What's the problem? We thought we heard fighting? Do either of you want to talk about it?" Mrs Moscovitz said hurriedly.
"No mom." They chorused, standing next to eachother and smiling innocently."
"Ok then. See, darling? No problem here. Michael, will you come and help me find my keys? I seem to have misplaced them. We're going to that charity event your mother has been harping on about al week tonight, so could you look after the girls? Good boy."
Michael nodded and, shooting a look at Lilly, followed his dad out of the room, with their mom not far behind. Breathing a sigh of relief, Lilly made a mental note to always keep that door shut, and her nose out of anything that happens outside of her room.
