(A/N: And I'm back once more. I am SO sorry for the wait. Only my cat of nearly 2 years went missing and I didn't feel like writing because of it. But he's back now after 2 weeks, and he seems in perfect health (And the size of a dog, nearly double the size he was before he went missing so god only knows what he's been eating) so I'm happy once more. This chapter is dedicated to Stephanie, who you all should be thanking over and over, for without her, I probably never would have gottten around to updating, until a few months down the line. And Stephy, if you're reading this, Gimme my duck, damnit!

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Mia shot a sideward glance over to Lilly, but realising that she was far to engrossed with the TV and food, she shrugged and walked through into the hall where she expected Michael would be. Looking around, however, she couldn't see him.

"Mia, in here!" She heard his voice wafting out from somewhere in the hallway, but she couldn't see for the life of her where he was.

"Where?" She called, her brow knotting into a look of confusion as she twirled around.

"Bathroom." came the reply. Bathroom? Why would Michael want to tell her something important in the bathroom? He really was an odd little boy. Nevertheless, she turned and walked down the hall to the first door on the left and knocked. Going by the fact that he was in fact a boy, she thought he wouldn't appreciate her doing what Lilly no doubt did, and barge into the room without giving him some kind of warning.

"Come in." He called through the painted white door of the bathroom, "It's not locked, Mia. Assuming it is Mia, of course. If it's Lilly, bog off."

She opened the door and walked in to find Michael splashing his face with water; it didn't appear to be the first time he'd done this. His t-shirt was wet and sticking to his chest and Mia couldn't help but admire it. He had to do some sort of workout to get a chest like that. Either that or he was just incredibly lucky and was born with the body of a God.

"It's me. Lilly's busy with food and TV, as per usual. You wanted to talk to me?" She smiled nervously. But why she was nervous, she had no idea. I mean it wasn't like he was going to profess his love for her on the bathroom floor. In fact, it wasn't like he was going to profess his love for her, period. But that didn't bother her. And that was a lie.

"Mia, hey." He turned around and unknowingly gave Mia a better view of his chest. It really was a near perfect chest, from what she could see through the wet shirt. She thanked her lucky stars Lilly wasn't here to see this. She'd tell him to go away and leave them alone, or to go and put on a dry shirt if he was so insistent of joining them. He usually was, for some reason. "Yeah, I did want to talk to you about something important."

"Ok. So … what is it?" She shut the door behind her and leaned on it, putting one foot on the door and balancing on the other one. Cocking her head to the side, she smiled once again at him, prompting him to go on.

"Well, Mia, you see it's like this … uh …" He looked at the floor and Mia thought the worst. 'He hates me, he's trying to tell me he doesn't want me to come over. But wait, I'm friends with Lilly and have been for years, so he can't hate me. Or he's hated me for all those years and never brought up the courage to say anything? Or maybe I'm just reading too much into this. No, no …'

The look of sadness and deep upset must have been displayed on her face however, as the next thing she knew, Michael's arm was around her. "Hey, what's wrong?" He turned her face so she was looking at him and saw that her eyes were wide and watery.

Oh great, she was going to cry and he hadn't even told her that he loved her yet. Great. She despised him so much that the mere thought of him loving her sent her into tears. This whole scenario went through so much better in his head. In his head, she said she loved him too and they grew old together, gracefully ruling over Genovia. Well, that last bit was a bit of a stretch, but if she really had to do it, he'd stand by her side, of course. But now it looked like that wasn't even going to be a problem.

"Nothing's wrong. Sorry, hormones I guess." She blushed a bright red at the mention of the dreaded 'H' word. Never in her life did she think she'd be in a bathroom with Michael Moscovitz, alone, talking about her hormones. So surreal.

"Are you sure? It's just that … no, nevermind." He leaned against the door next to her and blew away a bit of hair that had been poking him in the eye for some time.

"What?" She looked up at him and shifted to her other foot, accidentally bumping shoulders with him which triggered something in his mind.

"Mia, I have to tell you something. It's really, really important and I don't know how you're going to react but I hope it's not a bad thing, although it no doubt is as you're Lilly's best friend and mine too, and I've known you for so long and-" He cut off and looked down, taking a deep breath.

"Go on …" her voice quivered and she braced herself for the rejection she was about to receive from him. 'I won't cry', she told herself, over and over.

"Mia, I love you."