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Damn it. How was she supposed to avoid talking to Michael when they were sitting in the same room alone together? Wait a minute. She was alone with Michael.

Oh god, oh god.

And what was that on the back of her chair? An arm? Whoa. Michael's arm was on the back of her chair. Oh, god. Why did Lilly have to make that stupid dare? Everything would be so much simpler if she hadn't. Or even if she'd just refused it. Why oh why didn't she just refuse it? Stupid, Mia. Very, very stupid.

Why was the world against her possibly getting together with Michael? No. That wouldn't happen though. She was getting ahead of herself.

'Just see what he wants to talk to you about first.' She thought to herself and closed the notebook she'd been doodling in for the last fifteen minutes. Turning to Michael, she folded her hands in her lap and set her gaze to a point just over his left shoulder.

"Mia …" Michael paused to reach out and re-position her face so he had eye contact with her, for a change. "I'm getting the feeling the feeling that you don't like me. At all."

She opened her mouth to argue, but a mental vision of her dressed as a giant egg promptly shut her up once more. Michael sighed.

"Come on, Mia. Please talk to me!" He begged, taking her hand loosely in his without thinking. She looked down, shocked, but still didn't talk. Although it was a lot of effort to remain seated and calm when he was holding her hand and unthinkingly stroking her palm with his thumb. God, did that feel right.

"Mia, I need to tell you something very, very important but I can't tell you if you won't talk to me. It's taken me a long time to bring myself to the point where I'm brave enough to tell you, and if you don't say anything then I'm just going to be … well, you know." He said this in a rush, searching her eyes for any sign of surrender, but saw nothing apart from something he couldn't seem to name.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, with Michael looking at her, eyes widening hopefully.

"I … I …" She stuttered, trying to get the egg picture out of her head, and failing miserably.

"Mia, come on. Please? For me? I just need to know you're not mad at me. If you are, then what have I done?" He questioned, a puzzled look on his face as he tried to recall any bad thing me may have done to her, or said about her. But really, anything he thought about Mia was nice. Probably too nice, come to think of it.

Not that he'd ever admit that to her, of course. Well, he might. If she felt the same way. And that wasn't going to happen in a million years because really, what would a gorgeous girl like her see in a dork like him? Nothing. That's what.

She looked at him and smiled a lopsided smile. He really was adorable when he was confused. And he was confused often. But having Lilly for a sister would pretty much confuse anyone. How he was able to live with her for the last fourteen or so years and not go completely mad was anyone's guess.

But then again, he did spend nearly all the time he spent at home holed up in his room with all those 'No Entry' signs on the door so she supposed that would be how. Poor boy. Poor, lovely, handsome Michael. But Lilly was a nice enough person once you got to know her. And a pretty good friend most of the time. Just not this past week.

Putting all those thoughts out of her head for the moment, she looked away from him and shook her head. But it lacked major enthusiasm, and Michael noticed that. If he carried on badgering her maybe she'd talk to him and possibly tell him what he'd done wrong? Well, it was worth a shot. But he'd have to go about this very, very carefully. And quickly, before Lilly came back.

"Go on, Mia. Go on." He grinned at her and gave her hand a little squeeze, signalling her to go on. But she couldn't, could she?

Well, Lilly wasn't around. And it's not like she'd be back any time soon, right? She always was bad at any type of cooking, so, knowing her, she'd probably burn the first six slices of bread and put peanut butter on instead of jelly. So she gave in, at long last.

"Michael, I can't– " She started, but was cut off by the one person she really didn't want to see or hear at that moment.

"I knew you'd cave! I knew it I knew it I knew it I knew it!" Lilly squealed, jumping up and down on the spot and doing something which appeared to be a cross between the chicken dance and the backstroke, the toast sitting forgotten on a table by the kitchen.

'Aw crap', she thought.