And OK, so Michael doesn't feelcomfortable with public displays of affection - which is no bigsurprise seeing as how everywhere I go I am followed by a six-foot-fiveSwedish expert in krav maga - so it's not like he ever kisses me inschool or holds hands in the hallway or sticks his hand in the backpocket of my overalls when we are strolling down the street or leanshis body up against mine when we're at my locker the way Josh does toLana . . .
But when we are alone . . . whenwe are alone . . . when we are alone . . .
Oh, all right, so we haven't gotto second base yet. Well, except for that one time during Spring Breakwhen we were building that house. But I think that might have been amistake on account of my hammer was hanging by its claw from the bib ofmy overalls and Michael asked to borrow it and I couldn't hand it tohim because I was busy holding up that sheet of dry wall so his handsort of accidentally brushed up against my chest while he was reaching. . .
Still. We are perfectly happytogether. More than happy. We are ecstatically happy.
SOWHY HASN'T HE ASKED ME TO THEPROM?????????????????
Oh, my God. Lillyjust leanedover to see what I was writing and saw that last part. That is what Iget for using capital letters. She just went,'Oh, God, don't tell me you're still obsessing over that.'
As if that weren't bad enough,Michael looked up and went, 'Obsessing over what?'!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought Lilly was going to saysomething!!!!!!!!!! I thought she was going to go, 'Oh, Mia's justhaving an embolism because you haven't asked her to the prom yet.'
But she just went, 'Mia's workingon an essay about methane ice-worms.'
Michael said, 'Oh,' and turned