Title: A Stunning Realization
Characters: Michael POV
Rating: PG-trust me, if you've read the books, you'll be fine with this
Summary: Michael's first journal entry. Written when he starts to realize his feelings for Mia.
Author's note: It's good to be back. That said, enjoy seeing Michael squirm. (Thanks to the reviewer who noticed the mistake.)
I have never felt the need to write things down in a journal. I'm a pretty private person, and up until now, my life has made sense. Well, sort of.
My fourteen-year-old sister's a raving psychopath, but even though my parents are psychoanalysts and are PAID to figure out if a person's crazy, they insist that Lilly-my sister-is perfectly normal. More on that later.
My name is Michael Moscovitz, I'm 17, have a dog, am obsessed with Buffy and computers, and have dreams of getting into Columbia. That said, let's get to the real reason I'm writing this.
Okay. Here goes.
WHAT in the name of God, seraphim, cherubim, archangels, saints, cloud-fluffers and beard-trimmers is MIA THERMOPOLIS doing in the middle of a perfectly good Buffy fantasy?
I mean, she had NO right to be there. And for the life of me, I cannot figure out why in the dream, I was kissing her.
My God. I'm having dreams about kissing Mia Thermopolis.
Not to say the girl looks like the Loch Ness Monster or has breath the smell of a toxic waste dump. She doesn't. In fact, she's kind of cute, in a quirky, innocent, girl-next-door kind of way.
I cannot believe I actually just said that. Sure, the girl's gorgeous but-
Since when did 'cute' go to 'gorgeous'?
Oy. Maybe I ate some bad Chinese takeout or something.
4:30 in the afternoon….
This is not good. Not good at all.
What is the MATTER with me?
There is something seriously wrong with me. There has to be. I mean, you just don't feel this way about someone who's three years younger than you and your psychotic sister's best friend. Not unless there is something seriously wrong with you. You just don't.
Maybe I should schedule a therapy session with my parents.
Anyway, I was sitting in the living room, watching TV, Pavlov-my dog- sitting on the floor nearby. I was content with the idea that bad takeout had caused that bizarre dream. (I was at that point, ignoring the fact that no one else had suffered any strange symptoms. Let's just say I like having my head stuck in the ground like an ostrich.)
Then Mia showed up.
She said hello to Maya-our housekeeper-then turned to me.
"Hi, Michael. Is Lilly home?"
See, at this point I was doing a pretty good job of ignoring the flip-flops my stomach was performing.
"She's in her room," I managed to state with relative normalcy. "Probably plotting world domination-I'm thinking of calling the UN."
Mia grinned at me. "Thanks." Then she walked towards Lilly's room, where I really do believe my sister is hatching a nefarious plot for global domination.
Pretty normal, right?
Yeah, except for the fact that my hands started sweating the minute she smiled at me and I immediately started wondering if I have been suffering from some sort of selective blindness all these years not to notice that incredible smile.
DON'T suggest that I'm falling for Mia Thermopolis.
I cannot fall for Mia Thermopolis. As Willow said when finding out about Xander and Cordelia, "It goes against all the laws of God and man!" There HAS to be some sort of commandment against it. There just has to be. You know, like 'thou shalt not commit adultery', 'thou shalt not commit murder', 'thou shalt not ever, in a freaking MILLENIA, fall for your little sister's best friend!"
Something like that.
I'm not falling for Mia Thermopolis. I don't care that she has an adorable smile and this really cute way of biting her lower lip when she's nervous. I don't care that she has the most amazing smoky gray eyes I've ever seen in my life.
Well, that didn't help at all.
I don't care about Mia Thermopolis. Well, except in a brotherly, you're-my-sister's-friend-so-I-have-to-care-about-you kind of way.
About thirty minutes later…
I think I lied earlier.
I took a quick little nap about fifteen minutes ago. And had another dream.
Okay, do you remember this song called Butterfly by this group called Crazytown? I hated the song but it was all over the radio a while back. Anyway, the theme of this video is this bizarre meadow filled with hot chicks and butterflies in this meadow. Ugh. (To the butterflies and meadow part, not the hot chicks.)
Anyway, in the video, the lead singer and this girl share this hot kiss at the end.
Now, replace the hot chick with Mia and the lead singer with the spike on his chin for me and you've got my dream.
Oh dear God.
I think I've fallen for Mia Thermopolis.
20 minutes later…
Still in shock. Reality as I have known it just stood on his head and started singing, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
Lilly would kill me if she found out. Hell, mere death would be a blessing compared to what my sister would do to me if she found out the truth! Does the word 'disembowelment' mean anything?
Oh, I'm a dead man.
But…it's strange. It's like…the feelings I have for Mia aren't new, exactly…like I've had them for a while, but it just took me a long time to figure them out…
Oy. This is what comes out of have psychoanalysts for parents.
So, here's the recap on the past twenty-four hours. Mia Thermopolis has invaded my dreams, I have come to the stunning realization that I'm in love with my little sister's best friend, am in danger of being disemboweled-is that even a word?-and my dog's drooling on my pillow.
Fantastic life I've got, huh?