A/N: OK, I invented the watermelon part. xD Tell me what you think!

Saturday, October 25

Mia's coming over.

I wanted to go home as quickly as possible because – well, let's just say I was worried about what'll happen to Mia.

OK, I know that it's highly unlikely, considering that she has a bodyguard and all – and I know that it sounds COMPLETELY stupid – but it's possible. Once you're in my sister's clutches, you'll know what I mean. Believe me. I've known her for years.

Anyway, after that lesson about quasars (which are, by the way, similar to stars and NOT galaxies) I took the subway train back to Manhattan. I arrived just in time because, guess what?

As I passed Lilly's room, I knew that she and her friends were up to something so I decided to watch them – well, OK, just Mia – from the open door. Just as I was about to ask Mia what the hell was she going to do with the eggplant, she threw it from the window.

And we were several stories high…

In a high-rise apartment,

Oh, but it doesn't matter anyway because it's just a typical garden vegetable, according to my INSANELY STUPID sister, Lilly.

She's underestimating the eggplant. Doesn't she know that a typical garden vegetable can knock someone on the head which will soon lead to an inevitable police investigation?

Oh, no, no. because, apparently, my sister thinks that she's some high-ranking immortal freak in this mortal world who never gets into trouble because, apparently, immortal freaks like her know absolutely everything.

And, besides, how can Mia be such a pushover? All she has to do is kick some freaking immortal Lilly butt and send her flying across the room.

That's all, nothing much.

I mean, I do that all the time…

Well, not the "immortal-butt" thing but the "standing-up-to-my-own-sister" thing.

ANYWAY, when I saw Mia throw an eggplant out the room's window, I instinctively ran over to her and pulled her down to the floor. "Get down!" I hissed, and they all did as I commanded.

They were all pretty shocked to see me there – well, Mia was shocked. She thought I was still back in Columbia. Everyone was paying more attention to me and my sudden appearance, not the damn eggplant and the serious damage it could've made. HOW CAN THEY NOT FREAK OUT OVER THE DAMN EGGPLANT?

"Are you guys stupid or what?" I exclaimed, with a really angry tone to go along with it. "Don't you know, besides the fact that it's a good way to kill someone, it's also against the law to drop things out a window in New York City?"

"Oh, Michael," Lilly said, looking completely annoyed by my sudden interruption of their risky experiment. "Grow up. It was just a common garden vegetable,"

A common garden vegetable? Well, believe it or not, Lilly, but a common garden vegetable can actually hit someone on the head – hard, and send that person to the EMERGENCY ROOM.

"I'm serious." I said, even more annoyed this time. "If anyone saw Mia do that just now, she could be arrested."

"No she couldn't. She's a minor."

"She could still go to juvenile court. You'd better not be planning on airing that footage on your show,"

"I most certainly am."

See? I told you. She never listens.

"Lilly," I said, trying to make her see the 'bigger picture' of the whole incident, "Everybody knows who Mia is. If you air that segment, it will be all over the news that the princess of Genovia was caught on tape dropping projectiles out the window of her friend's high-rise apartment. Get a clue, will you?"

As I was saying that, I noticed that I was still holding Mia's waist. I let her go, completely embarrassed on the inside.

"Lilly, Michael's right," said one of Lilly's friends, Tina. "We better edit that part out. Mia doesn't need any more publicity than she already has."

THANK GOD. At least someone else besides me was SANE enough to take my side. Mia, I noticed, wasn't saying anything. She just stared at us, her face looking completely blank.

Lilly got up and went towards the window, but I held her back. God, how can she be so freaking stubborn? Didn't she just hear what I said? "Rule Number One," I said. "If you insist on dropping something out the window, never, ever check to see if anybody is standing down there, looking up. They will see you look out and figure what apartment you are in. Then you will be blamed for dropping whatever it was. Because no one but the guilty party would be looking out the window in such circumstances."

"Wow, Michael," Shameeka, another friend of Lilly's, said. "You sound like you've done this before."

OK, I'll admit: I've been doing the same kind of stuff back when Lilly was still 6. Only, I threw a watermelon out the window, not an eggplant. I'll tell you no more than that because I don't want to talk about it. Believe me, I learned my lesson.

"Let's just say I used to have a very keen interest in experimenting with the earth's gravitational pull." I said, instead of telling them about my childhood experience.

Anyway, after that, I decided to go back to my room. I was so exhausted from what had happened. This kind of thing always happens whenever I have to explain something to Lilly and she's too stubborn to hear me out.

So, there you go,

What a day.