Monday, May 8, 7:00 p.m., the loft

I know, I KNOW! I wrote I wouldn't go into too much detail about what happened between Michael and me the other night. I mean, what if my journal falls into the wrong hands? Even though it's never happened before, what if it did now? I can't take a chance like that; some things are WAY too private to carry around. So, I've decided to start a new journal for my more sensitive topics that will NEVER leave the comforts of my room. I mean, how else am I going to write about THE BEST NIGHT EVER!

Yes, I said that right. Even though I dreaded going to prom. Especially with my boyfriend at the time. Dad practically forced me to go, per his lecture of having to go with the boy I've been seeing for the past two years, and if I didn't, I'd gain a reputation as a tease. Whatever. I'm SO not a tease! But the thing is, I'm SO glad dad had that talk with me because if I hadn't gone to prom, then Michael wouldn't have shown up at the end of the night, and I wouldn't have broken up with J.P., and I wouldn't have gone home with my ex-ex-boyfriend, whom I was subconsciously still MADLY in love with and turns out, HE'S still MADLY in love with me! Then we wouldn't have gotten back together, and we wouldn't have shared THE BEST NIGHT EVER!

Top five most meaningful moments in my life so far (IN ORDER):

PROM NIGHT!

The Nondenominational Winter Carnival/Dance

My 16th birthday

Rocky's birth

Michael's prom

I've journaled four of the five events, and honestly, I never want to forget a single second of this night!

The thing is, I am bursting at the seams to tell Tina Hakim Baba. She's going to freak at how romantic it all was! Except, I'm still keeping it under wraps, just between Michael and me, for a little bit longer, even if Tina is messaging me about it right now as I'm writing this. Well, I am not going to say a thing. My lips are sealed!

ILUVROMANCE: Mia, I'm so excited for both of you!

FTLOUIE: Thank you, Tina! I'm excited as well!

ILUVROMANCE: Oh, Mia, how was prom night? I cannot wait to hear all about your night with Michael!
ILUVROMANCE: Can you give me just a little hint if the two of you, you know…. did IT?!

FTLOUIE: Tina, I promise you'll hear all about it very soon!

ILUVROMANCE: EEEEEEEEEEEEE! Okay, I guess I'll wait, but when do you think?!

FTLOUIE: Tomorrow?

ILUVROMANCE: OMG, okay! TTYT!

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Why am I such a liar? I'm not actually intending on telling Tina tomorrow. I just said that to get her off my case. It's not that I don't want to tell Tina everything because, as I already wrote, I REALLY, REALLY do! But to be honest, it's been somewhat thrilling, having this hidden secret of ours. Everyone wants to know what happened to Michael and me on prom night, and I'm not ready to give that up just yet.

I know it's probably all the excitement, and it will eventually wear off. I'm hoping I'll get a new sense of joy retelling the night to Tina, but talking about what happened between Michael and me to someone else feels like I'll be unfaithful if I tell. I mean, I know I'm not, and it's not that big of a deal. It's not like if Michael ever found out that Tina knew everything we did, he'd break up over it or anything, and to tell you the truth, I'm not entirely sure if he'd even be upset about it either.

Anyway, even though for the past two years we weren't together...oh my God, this is too crazy to write, but this is my journal, I'm going to confess...Time is funny. Michael's departure felt like the most challenging thing I've ever had to experience, feeling as if he were gone for an eternity. But now, looking back, where did the years go? It's as if nothing has changed between Michael and me, and it's as if we are right back where we left off. Aside from the huge fight, it's like we're resuming where I told him I was ready to have sex with him, although back then, I wasn't. But with time apart, I am ready just as Michael believed when he weighed the sacrifices moving to Japan for so long.

You know, it's funny what sex does to a relationship. It's sorta like unlocking new levels in a game, for example, on Super Mario Brothers 3. Mario is still the same character instead of being plain old dull little or big Mario on lower levels; once you keep playing at a certain point, you have now reached the level of power up's. Mario now can turn into a raccoon to fly, become a fireman that shoots fireballs, and eventually the boot into becoming invincible, killing every enemy in his wake.

For instance, we've certainly leveled up. Michael and I shared this string of text messages today, unlocking the sexy flirting level. Well, okay, maybe it was all Michael because I REALLY have to get used to this kind of talk even if I wrote like five sex scenes in my book. How is Michael so good at this? But then again, he's always been so naturally talented. Look at his many skills, especially with the musical instruments he's learned over the years!

7:07 a.m. Good morning, Thermopolis! What do you call a person who is happy on Mondays?

8:20 a.m. Good Morning, Michael! Umm… I give up. What?

8:21 a.m. Unemployed. I hope you have a happy Monday! Did you just wake up?

8:32 a.m. Ha, Ha, very funny. I may not have a job like you, but Princess

lessons totally count! Thanks to Grandmère, my day is packed! UGH! No, I didn't just wake up. (I wish) Unfortunately, Rocky decided to throw a tantrum this morning.

8:33 a.m. That sucks. It's your first day of summer break, and you still have Princess lessons?

8:45 a.m. AND Rocky still won't stop screaming. I think he may have an ear infection. My brother has a set of pipes in the morning, but it's usually in a happy-go-lucky kind of way; this is just beyond what Fat Louie and I can take. Poor Fat Louie, I hope he doesn't think I'm ditching him in his time of need when Lars picks me up at nine.

8:46 a.m. I think Fat Louie will be fine. He's managed this long with the tiny human. Is Helen taking Rocky to the doctor?

8:59 a.m. Yes. I was just helping him put on his clothes while mom got ready. We're going to drop them off on the way to the Plaza. At least Fat Louie will finally have some peace and quiet for a while.

9:00 a.m. Damn, and I thought I had a rough start today.

9:15 a.m. Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry, I haven't even asked how your morning has been! What's going on? Did something terrible happen at work?!

9:16 a.m. No, nothing like that. I can't seem to focus today, that's all.

9:18 a.m. Oh no! Maybe you're coming down with something too! What are your symptoms? I can look them up as soon as I get to Grandmère's.

9:18 a.m. No, that isn't necessary. I know what's wrong, but thanks for the concern. This is just one of the many reasons why I love you.

9:25 a.m. Awww, Michael, I love you, too!

9:25 a.m. Wait, but what's wrong? Are you working at the office or at home today?!

9:26 a.m. Nothing's wrong, Mia. I decided to work from home today, and it's proving to be a huge mistake since I just can't seem to concentrate on the fact that I'm too distracted thinking about you.

9:31 a.m. Ohhhh! Well, yes. My mind has been wandering back to the weekend, too.

9:31 a.m. Oh yeah?

9:31 a.m. Of course, that's all I can think of!

9:31 a.m. Any particular moment that comes to mind?

12:22 p.m. Ugh, I'm so, so sorry, Michael! Grandmère confiscated my phone! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO PICK ON ME TODAY?!

12:22 p.m. That's okay. I figured you weren't ignoring me. It turned out for the best. I was at least able to get something done.

12:22 p.m. That's great! I wish I could say the same. Most of the day has been one ear and out the other. Grandmère keeps yelling at me to pay attention, but it is SO HARD!

12:23 p.m. Yeah, me practically all day.

12:23 p.m. Huh?

12:23 p.m. Nothing, it's a joke. I'll explain it to you later.

12:45 p.m. OHHHH! I think I just got it. Michael Moscovitz! You have a filthy mind!

12:45 p.m. See, now that's the reaction I was looking for. I can't help it if I'm telling the truth.

12:45 p.m. Wait, are you serious?!

12:45 p.m. Dead serious. I've already taken two cold showers. I probably should reprimand myself for slacking off at work today, but that means I'd have to put in an effort. Unless you can ditch the Dowager Princess to help with my "write-up"? That would motivate me to do something I'm most certainly interested in doing.

12:45 p.m. Ummm…. Unfortunately, it's easier said than done. You know Lars would out me right away. Sigh.

12:45 p.m. You're right. As much as Lars and I are buddies, he will never go for it. It is his job to protect the Princess, and the things I want to do to said Princess are things he SHOULD be guarding the Princess against. ;) I guess we'll have to compromise. So, tell me, what's been keeping you all distracted today?

12:47 p.m. Oh my God, Michael!

12:47 p.m. You'll have to be more specific; you said that a lot. ;)

12:48 p.m. No, no, it's not that. I think we shouldn't be talking about this through text. What if someone sees? Or worse, hack into my phone and post our messages to TMZ!

12:48 p.m. Okay, maybe you're getting a little ahead of yourself, Thermopolis. No one's hacking your phone to leak our private conversations to the press. But if you're that worried, I can program a more secure firewall into our phones tonight.

12:55 p.m. OMG, Michael, you are THE BEST! THANK YOU! But tonight? I wish I could. I promised to have dinner with Mom, Mr. G, and Rocky. Oh, and Rocky doesn't have an ear infection. Nothing is wrong with him. In fact, the doctor thinks it's just growing pains. He's been sprouting like a weed the last few weeks.

12:55 p.m. Glad Rocky is doing just fine. So I couldn't even tempt you with Maya's incredible cooking at my parent's for family dinner tonight?

1:15 p.m. Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to, I can't. Raincheck?

1:16 p.m. Of course.

1:20 p.m. Question, do I have to redeem the raincheck on a later date, or can I cash it in for after our family dinners tonight?

2:24 p.m. Hmmmm...What time are you thinking?

2:24 p.m. Bedtime.

2:30 p.m. Maybe...

2:30 p.m. I'll take that as a yes. See you tonight, Thermopolis. ;) P.S. you will be telling me the part keeping you all distracted. I'll be getting it out of you one way or another.

So yeah, you see, need I say more?

It seems like everyone has their mind on one thing today. Tina isn't the only one who has been IMing me about Michael. The other Moscovitz has messaged me precisely four times so far.

WOMYNRULE: Hey P.O.G., I'm glad you and my brother are back together.

WOMYNRULE: So, how did you guys make up?

WOMYNRULE: Michael was way happier at our family dinner tonight. What went on after the two of you left prom?

WOMYNRULE: P.O.G., you can't ignore me forever. I will find out!

God, Lilly is so nosy, and when will she stop calling me POG-Princess of Genovia? I can't count how many times now I've asked her to stop, though, it doesn't upset me as much as it used to. Anyway, I'm choosing to ignore her for her protection. I'll think of something to tell her later. It pains me that I can't tell her; It really does, but I CAN NOT tell Lilly what happened; I mean, it's HER BROTHER. If I were in her shoes, I'd like the same courtesy. So, you're welcome, Lilly!

Oh, my phone just buzzed. Maybe it's Michael!

Oh.

No.

It's Lana.

Hey BiTcH! How R U feeling today? Sore? HAHAHA! So like, how was it? How BIG is he? SPILL ALLLLL THE DETAILS, GEEK!

Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device.

Okay, so I'll be holding back on telling Lana too. I'm sure she'd laugh, and I don't know if I'm ready for her to critique our special night together. Lana would probably say, "oh my God, I'm explaining what you geeks need to do next time," or something along those lines. But you know what, imaginary Lana? You can shut up. Our night was beautiful!

But anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning, or rather, where I left off writing the other night.