A/N: I AM NOT KIDDING WHEN I SAY THIS CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS! Please, please, PLEASE turn around if you haven't finished "Forever Princess" yet! I'd hate to be the one to ruin it for you!
Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Princess Mia belongs to Meg Cabot. She's a brilliant author and I don't think there would ever be any issues of mistaking her work with my own.
A Glimmer of Hope
It wasn't until the carriage came to a screeching halt and I nearly lost my grip on her that I realized just what was going on.
I had just kissed the girl I was in love with – a first, after a very, very long time.
And she had kissed me back!
I looked down at her, knowing that the affection and love I'd felt in this moment could never compare to what my feelings had been before.
"Mia," I said. How could one word sound so absolutely beautiful? Her name had once played so easily on my lips. Hey, Mia, what's up? Thermopolis, how's the Algebra going? But now – now, it spoke volumes.
I held her head in my hands gently, which kept her sparkling eyes looking straight into mine.
How could she not know?
After all this time, she had to be aware of my feelings for her. I just couldn't imagine a world without her and she surely knew that.
I tightened my grip ever so slightly and spoke again. "You have to know. You have to know I lo–"
That was all that I spoke, though. For within the next minute, Mia seemed to realize her surroundings, and what she had just done. Her left hand was quickly in place over my mouth.
"DO NOT SAY IT," came her forceful reply and before I had time to even think of reacting, she was leaving the carriage and yelling, "Lars, we're leaving. Now."
I watched her as she got into the car and Lars closed her door. I saw the way he turned his back to me, and how the driver, looking startled, had put the petal to the floor of the limo almost immediately.
Sitting in the buggy for a few more minutes, staring at the spot where her car had last been, I came to a certain conclusion.
In those last moments following our kiss – before she came upon her revelation, but after I'd spoken her name – the love that I knew had been in my eyes was reflected in hers. If only for that moment.
I'd have known the look anywhere.
And when her hand came down over my mouth, it wasn't to stop me because she didn't want to hear what I had to say. Her look of desperation was there not because she thought I was embarrassing myself.
It was because she was afraid of what would happen if I did say it. What would happen if I did say it, and frightened of what her own reply would have been.
So, with a heart full of love and a new understanding, I stepped out of the carriage and pulled out my iPhone. I could wait.
All it took was that glimmer of hope.
A/N: Eh, it was my first try at a Michael oneshot. Actually, it was my first try at a Princess Diaries oneshot.
Let me know what you think!
