(A/N: Ok, back again. I am seriously sorry for the two month hiatus, but I went back to school and I'm doing GCSEs, which, if you don't know what those are, are basically the exams that'll affect the rest of my life, what job I'll get, where I'll live etc. So no pressure huh. And we have to do coursework, which means I've been spending the last 2 or so months writing original writing for my English coursework, and trying to learn Italian verbs in the space of ten minutes. Not the easiest thing for me to do seeing as I suck at anything that has to be memorised (For anyone who cares, I got an A for my English and 75 on my Italian test). But I digress. On with the story. And I'll try and get this updated more frequently.

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It was the fifth day of the dare. Only two more, long, long days to go, Mia thought, sighing and resting her head in her hands.

"So let's go over this again. If you put the polynomials … You're not paying any attention to me, are you." Lilly rolled her eyes and snapped the algebra book shut. "Shoot."

"Hmm? What?" Mia sprung up and mentally slapped herself. What was up with her today? She couldn't seem to be able to keep her mind on anything other than Michael Moscovitz lately. This wasn't exactly anything new, but before, at least before, she could pretend to look like she was thinking of something else entirely.

"What's on your mind?" Lilly repeated slowly, shaking her head and snapping her fingers, "Or should I say Who?"

"W-What? Who? What are you talking about? I'm not thinking about anyone or anything. Nope. Nothing on my mind right now. Blank as paper. Yep." She said, keeping her eyes on the open notebook in front of her.

"Well, that's slightly worrying how you're able to clear your mind so easily. And also slightly insulting, since you're supposed to be thinking about Algebra. Which is, after all, why I've been spending the last few hours going over it." She lectured on, tapping the Algebra book which was propped up against a jug of pulpless Orange Juice on the table.

"Oh. Oh, well of course I was listening to what you were saying. You know, uh, Algebra … fun. I love learning it. Yeah." She muttered back to her best friend before picking up a pen and starting to doodle on the notepad she was supposed to be writing everything Lilly was saying in.

"Mia, what have I told you about your nostrils?" At this, Mia clamped a hand over her nose and said "I don't know what you're talking about. There's nothing wrong with my nostrils. They're perfectly normal. Ok, maybe a little big, but that's not a crime is it? No, it's not."

"Mia, you're lying. And take your hand off of your nose. If you want to blow your nose, please use a tissue. You know how gross it is, sneezing into your hand? Plus it's very unhygienic." She leaned against the back of her chair and smirked at Mia, who had turned red.

"I wasn't blowing my nose. And I wasn't lying." She carried on doodling a little pigeon in the corner of the page, "Go on, I'm listening."

"So Michael, huh" Lilly smirked again and stretched out like a cat, before springing back and yawning. They had been working for two hours before Mia's attention wandered, and she thought that was enough. Time for a break.

"M-Michael? Uh, what about him? What do you mean? Is there something wrong with him?" She stopped doodling for a second and looked up at the girl opposite her, who was now filing her nails, yet again.

"Oh, nothing is wrong with him. But your reaction speaks volumes." She grinned back at Mia, looked back down to her broken nail and carried on trying to fix it. How was she supposed to cause maximum pain to Michael with only nine sharp nails?

"What reaction? I didn't have any reaction. I was totally reactionless. Nope, you wouldn't have seen any reaction from me. No, none at all. Nothing–" But she was cut off by a hand over her mouth. The weird thing was that Lilly was sitting opposite her, with both hands occupied. Maybe she had three hands? No, that's just silly. Where would the third hand be, anyway?

Moving away from that thought, she tried to get a look at the hand, and noticed it was masculine. Michael? But wasn't he checking out Columbia today? At least, that's what Lilly had told her. No, it couldn't be Michael. Why would he even try and talk to her after how she had treated him lately? He wouldn't.

But apparently he would, because two seconds later, she heard a voice in her ear. "Why, hello Thermopolis." And then the hand was removed and she heard someone scraping the chair back next to her.

"Go away doofus." Lilly said without even looking up from her nails.

"Now, now, Lilly. Is that any way to treat your dear loveable brother? No. No, it's not. Now be nice and go and make me some toast." He said, grinning at Mia who was watching Lilly with concern – She was turning very red.

"And what makes you think I'm going to give you anything short of a fist in your jaw?" She snapped across the table at Michael, ignoring the fact that his arm was casually slung around the back of Mia's chair. Something she hadn't realised yet, being so caught up in the squabble.

"Because you're my wonderful sister, who loves me so much she'd do anything for me," After he said this, he paused to throw a smile in Mia's direction, who was trying to stifle a giggle at the expression on Lilly's face, "Plus there's that whole conversation we had yesterday … You know, I could really spoil your fun if I wanted to …"

Lilly stopped filing and threw a glare at Michael. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" He replied, raising an eyebrow and smirking at her. Lilly looked shocked for about a second before slumping over and waving her hand, letting him go on. "Toast please. Two slices, lots of jelly. Thanks, Lil. You're such a doll."

Lilly stomped off to the kitchen, muttering curse words under her breath and swearing to gut Michael in his sleep. Michael took no notice of that and instead turned to Mia. "Hey, we need to have a little talk."