"Mia! Hurry up. You're gonna be late!" I looked at my clock and, as usual, my mom was right. In fact, I was already late. I had spent the past fifteen minutes making a list of the reasons why guitar players are objectively hotter than drummers, instead of getting ready for school like I should've been doing. Those reasons had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my crush just happened to play guitar. I closed up my diary and stuffed it in my bag. Before rushing out my room I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I didn't look too crazy. My hair actually looked like a darker shade of brown than it normally did, which I liked, but it was unsurprisingly as unruly as it always was. My uniform was slightly wrinkled, but I didn't think it was enough to get me in trouble at school. Besides, the frumpiness helped hide the fact that I was still flatter than a two month old can of soda, and no other curves were deciding to show up any time soon. I didn't even bother worrying about my geekzilla glasses. Overall, I figured that it was as good as it was gonna get. I grabbed my bag and coat, yelling as I headed downstairs. "Coming!" I nearly tripped on the last step as I ran out the door.

I ran up to the green mustang parked in front of the house and hopped into the back seat. As usual my best friend since 3rd grade, Lily Moscovitz was annoyed with my being late, and was making it known verbally, in case her body language wasn't clear enough. And also as usual her older brother Michael was driving and smiling at me through the rearview mirror. Well, of course he's gonna smile. I'm his kid sister's best friend. I mean, I'll take any kind of smile he wants to give me, even if it is a pity smile. He probably just felt bad for me getting chewed out every morning. Then something unusual happened. Michael got this angry look on his face, and it was one he hadn't had in a while, I would know because I've seen and know all of his looks by heart. I should, since I'm practically in love with him.

"Alright Lily, enough already. She gets it; you're tired of being late. I'm sure she was doing something important. Right Thermopolis?" he looked at me through that mirror again. Lily huffed and stared out her window.

"Ummmm, right" My nostrils flared the second the words left my lips. Luckily Lily wasn't looking at me to see, but Michael was and he gave me a quick smirk. It's not like he knew that I was lying, but I bet he thought it looked hilarious.

Once we got to school the rest of the day was pretty uneventful until computer class. Well, not really computer class, it's more of a study hall in a computer classroom. It's also the one class that sophomores have with seniors. But in my class, there was only one senior that I cared about. The one with the perfect brown hair and peat bog eyes. His smile was so warm that it could brighten my mood in a matter of seconds. If only he liked me even a little bit, then I could feel better about being in love with- "Hey Thermopolis, whatcha up to?" I jumped at the voice right behind me, shocked out of my daydreams by the very person I was dreaming about.

I spun around in my chair to look at him but as I was turning my foot caught on the wires underneath the computer desk. I fell out of the chair and into the lap of a very amused Michael Moscovitz. "Wow Thermopolis, I know you find me attractive and all, but there's no need to hop into my lap, at least take me to dinner first." Once again I was greeted to the usual Michael smirk.

"I wasn't- I mean, I didn't- it was. I tripped." Way to go Mia, now he thinks you're a stuttering weirdo. He just laughed and smiled, a real Michael Moscovitz smile. I'm surprised I didn't melt right there.

"I know. And I'm kidding, I've known you since you were in pigtails. You liking me would be crazy." Ouch, so maybe I'm a little insane. "So, how's algebra going?" it was the same question every day, and every day I had the same answer.

"I could really use some help, if you're not busy or anything" he smiled and pulled up the rolling chair next to me.

"Ok, so you need to take the -7a right here and…" he took my pencil from my hand, brushing it for what felt like a second longer than necessary, but that was just wishful thinking. The entire time he was helping me he kept bumping my knee with his, but I don't think he even noticed. He must have restless leg syndrome or something. Unluckily for me that along with the way he got closer every time he explained something that was probably harder, making it impossible for me to focus on anything he was teaching me. I was just glad to be sitting so close to him, his hand brushing mine as he took the calculator and worked something out his voice going up and down as he explained something, the way his hair moved every time he flipped it out of his face to look at me… "…Mia? Earth to Mia, are you there?" once again I was caught daydreaming about Michael. By Michael. He was looking at me with concern in his eyes. And something else I couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired. Could you explain that one more time?" he sighed but it wasn't one of frustration, it was more one of understanding as he took the book off of my lap and put it on the table

"Ok so you need to-" but before he could start again the bell rang for us to go to fourth block. I got up to leave, but stopped as Michael called me. "Hey Thermopolis, are you coming over tonight, I could help you with this when you and Lily are done doing the show." He looked up, hopeful. I mean, he could probably put it on his college applications, I tutor a princess, yeah, I'm a princess, but only like five people know that and he was one of them. I have no idea why he was always so nice. I mean if I had a little sibling and they had a best friend who constantly zoned out on me, I don't know how much of them I would be able to take. But that's just Michael Moscovitz for you; kind, caring, funny, sweet, hot, always willing to- "uhhh, Thermopolis? Is that a yesss," he nodded his head slowly; trying to keep my attention "or a noooo?" he shook it back and forth.

"Oh, sorry, yep, I'm coming over for the whole weekend, so whenever you're free we can work on it, I mean if you really want to that is."

"I've always got time for my favorite girl, Thermopolis" with that, Michael smiled and ruffled my hair as he got up to go to his next class. I'm so glad he was turning to leave, because I couldn't hide my blush after that.


AN: Hi there! Thanks so much for reading my story! This is my first fanfic, and I'm so excited to finally be writing! (that being said, please don't be too harsh on me) Please do review though! If you like it and think I should finish it, let me know!