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Later, Saturday, September 11th, the loft.

Okay, but anyway, the first thing I HAD to do, was check my email. Maybe Michael would reply back, although he probably hates me and wants nothing to do with me, like almost ALL of the Moscovitzs, I might as well, right? Maybe Tina or someone was on. So, I got out of bed and logged on.

MIA?

Was the first Instant Message that I got. I didn't recognize the screen name, but I might as well.

FTLouie: Ummm…yes?

FTLouie: Who is this, anyway?

JenuinePaul4: Guess.

FTLouie: I don't know….

Then it clicked. Well, the computer didn't, but my brain did, I mean, not literally, but you know. Obviously, it was JP. But JenuinePaul4? Doesn't exactly sound like JP, he could've at least put CornChilliHater or something. But whatever. I hope he's still not mad at me, but technically, it was at least partly his fault, too.

FTLouie: Oh my gosh, JP! You got Instant Messenger?

Which I really didn't want him to have, I mean, I like JP, not that way, but I don't want him to have it NOW. I mean, I ditched him, which isn't exactly the nicest thing to do, as Grandmere has noted before, especially before the royals. I wonder if that still applies when you're being abducted by evil aliens and are trying to escape, but it still refers to ditching them, I guess. I should ask Grandmere Monday. No, she would probably be all like "Pfuit!" and ask for another sidecar.

JenuinePaul4: Um, yeah…listen, about last night…

Ugh, how did I know he was going to start talking about that? Aren't there more important issues to talk about? I mean, poverty, world issues, heck even Britney Spears! Who shaved her head, and sort of went loony, but I mean, anything would be better!

FTLouie: Yeah?

JenuinePaul4: Why did you run out on me like that?

Oh, crap, now I have to state a reason. What am I going to say? Because I don't love you JP? Because I love Michael, a lot, and don't want to have anything to do with you at the time because of all of it, even though I feel really, really, bad about it. But I have been lying lately, so I should just tell the truth, I guess. Oh my god, what am I even thinking? That's so mean of me, that's meaner than something Grandmere would do. Or well, say. Well, she would. But probably not to anyone's face. I don't think. Apparently, thinking took me quite a while, because the next IM I got was:

JenuinePaul4: Mia? You there?

Which only made me reply, I mean, I had to, that's even ruder. Jeez, this Princess thing is going to my head. Thanks, a bunch, Grandmere. Or well, Mom and Dad, but I guess I'm over that now, it's been long enough, right? Exactly. I guess.

FTLouie: Yes, sorry.

JenuinePaul4: Well, are you going to answer me?

Talk about being pushy and impatient JP?! Was what I wanted to scream in his face. Or well, type, but you know, jeez, can he give me a break?

FTLouie: Yes, JP.

JenuinePaul4: Well?

Okay, I had to do it. What was I going to do? Lie? Like I did to Kenny? And you saw what happened then, didn't you, journal? Yeah, so I couldn't do the same thing could I? I mean, I want to be his friend, but nothing else.

FTLouie: Because, JP. I don't love you.

Oh, jeez. That was sort of harsh. Why, oh WHY, did I press Enter? Oh my god, what if JP tells his Dad or someone and they tell Grandmere? Grandmere would be so pissed. Well, she wouldn't like it that I said that but yeah, she would have been "I'm WHAT? Is that the equivalent of a toilet?" Or something like that. And I felt really bad because all JP said was:

JenuinePaul4: Oh.

FTLouie: I'm sorry, JP, I didn't mean it that way.

JenuinePaul4: That's okay, Mia. I know exactly what you meant, and I'm sorry you feel that way.

TERMINATED.

Great, this is great, just great. First, BOTH of the Moscovitz hate me, and now JP. That's just dandy. My life is just like Beaver's. Perfect. Not. So, I decided to put my away message (ugh, another person hates me. Email-check.) While I went to go check my email, but before I could, Tina Instant Messaged me.

Iluvromance: Hey, Mia.

Auto Response from FTLouie: Ugh, another person hates me. Email-Check.

FTLouie: Hey, Tina. What's up?

I had to talk to Tina, I mean, Michael could wait. He's probably in Japan, anyway, busy.

Iluvromance: Awww, what happened, Mia? Who hates you?

FTLouie: Long story, Tina. I'll tell you at school.

Iluvromance: Oh, okay, Mia. I have a bit of a problem, too. But I guess I'll tell you at school, too.

Just know that not everyone hates you. (:

Awww, Tina is SO nice. I mean, she almost NEVER flips out on me, like Lilly. She's a great friend. Yet, I wonder what she wants to tell me, hmm….I guess I'll find out Monday. But 'till then….

FTLouie: Thanks, Tina.

TERMINATED.

But anyways, I should go. To do Mission Mia and Michael. Or just try, basically.

Noon, Saturday, September 11th, The Ritz Penthouse Table.

And that's how I ended up at the Ritz. I had forgotten to give the Hotel my keycard to the Suite. I just had to see the room again. To see if it really had happened. Of course it had. But a part of me is living in doubt about the entire situation. Why me? This is worse than 3 days straight with Grandmere. I think. I don't think I've been with Grandmere three days straight. As in, full 24 hours. Oh my, 72 hours with Grandmere? Yuck. EW. But I'd rather spend 72 hours with Grandmere, than without Michael. Honestly.

Plus, it's not like Grandmere would mind if they charged her an extra day. Hopefully. I mean, she gave it to me as a SEX ROOM. Right? Geez. What kind of grandmother does that for her granddaughter? I mean, I've never heard of that before. And I thought Grandmere was delusional BEFORE that, but this completely proves my point. I'm quite sure. Positive, actually. I quickly opened the door, carefully, too. I mean, what if someone was actually in there? Doing something Grandmere wanted me to do? EW. I got into the room and closed the door quietly. I looked around, but there was no sign of anyone there, so I decided to walk over to the bed. THE BED. Where it was supposed to happen with Michael. I sat down on the bed, and shed a couple of tears.

Strangely, my butt was feeling a little uncomfortable. Yeah, I know, Mia, go complain about your butt in a five star hotel. Nice. But really, it was hard, and it was a weird shape. I mean what could it be? What if…it's a squirrel? Actually, I heard about a girl who tripped over a squirrel. 3 times. How exactly do you do that? Wouldn't you notice the squirrel? Well, I'd rather people tripping over the squirrel than it being eaten or hit by a car, but that's strange, you never hear about stuff like that. Haha, what if you were abducted by squirrels? Imagine Grandmere being abducted by squirrels. I had to know what was under my butt. As strange as that sounds, so I got up and looked at the bed, and examined it carefully. There was a white card on top with something in it. Hmm, I wondered. I carefully took the card in my hand. For Mia, it read.

Umm…who would have known that I was staying there? Almost no one. I opened it. A snowflake necklace fell out. It couldn't be. It was probably one of the staff who knew I was staying there and say that I left my, err...Michael's necklace. I let the necklace drop to the floor and started to read the letter.

It had started with Dear Mia, and ended with - Michael…..

OH MY GOD! MICHAEL!