Disclaimer: I don't own Meg Cabot's ideas. I'm simply basing my own on her ideas for a fic.

Summary: What would happen if Helen and Philippe got married? What if Mia still lived in New York, but with Grandmere? What if Lilly and Mia weren't best friends? What if they weren't friends at all?

  Lilly's POV

  Tuesday

  "Can you believe that Princess Amelia? Why does she even come here anymore? She knows nobody likes her." I spat as I watched Princess Amelia, 'Albert Einstein's Very Own Royal', past us, up the steps, and into school. Accompanied by her bodyguard, of course.

  "I heard that Tina Hakim Baba is her friend." Shameeka commented.

  "Over-protected jerkettes of a feather fly together!" I sneered, and we both broke into giggles. "I mean, honestly. Is she so naive to think that her father and her 'Grandmere' and her 'Maman' are saints and that they rule Genovia fairly?"

  "Considering they do, she's not that naive." My stupid brother has to interject, following us up the steps.

  "Michael, don't you have friends to hang out with?" Shameeka shoots. "Like Judy or Kenneth or something?" She scores.

  "That's Judith and Kenny, and no. Considering that I have a lunch date with the Princess herself, I simply cannot mix with the little people anymore. With the exception of you guys." Michael snips. "When you're done overanalyzing someone you don't even know, inform me. Then we can move on to more interesting and hopefully less green-eyed subjects in G & T."

  And then he walks off.

  "Is he actually accusing me of being jealous of Princess Amelia Renaldo?" I managed to say, horrified.

  "Like that would ever happen." Shameeka says with a snort.

  Funny thing is, I kind of was.

  Mia's POV

  "You know, if I had more friends, the rest of the world would know I like to be called Mia." I said to Tina, swinging around one of the pink fluffy pens that we always had around. Pink they may have been, but they were soft.

  Don't take me for a total airhead. It's just when your only friend is someone who is almost as protected as you are, you have a lot of free time. Most of the time we have to shop incognito, otherwise it'll be plastered everywhere that Princess Amelia of Genovia and her close friend, the heiress of the Hakim Baba oil fortune, Tina Hakim Baba, absolutely adore shopping at 'Clotheshorse Anonymous'.

  "Lilly Moscovitz is at it again." Tina whispered, not paying any attention. "If she hates us so much, why doesn't she just form a club?"

  "What do you mean?" Lilly Moscovitz had always disliked me, ever since she did one huge report on the unfairness of monarchy, in like, the third grade. And since I hang with Tina, she has another prejudice. Apparently, she's got this really weird idea in her head that Tina's dad sends out the bad oil to the Indian Ocean and dumps it. Mr. Hakim Baba would never do that!

  "Didn't you see the latest episode of Lilly Tells It Like It Is?" Tina asked.

  "No, I was in Los Angeles, christening another stupid boat named after me. It's like Princess Amelia the XVIII." I sort of waved my hands a bit. "Why?"

  "I quote, 'Once everyone finds out that I go to Albert Einstein, they automatically ask me, What's it like to know a princess? I honestly can't answer them. If you read her profile in a magazine, you know as much as I do, except for one fact. If Princess Amelia alienates her people as much as she does her schoolmates, the so-called success of Genovia would cease to exist.' It was harsh." Tina muttered. "She doesn't even try to get to know us, so how would she know? It's not even you alienating the whole school. You just keep close company and you don't mix with the jocks or the freaks or the geeks."

  "Or the cheerleaders." I added. We both giggled.

  Oh, lovely! Boris is playing again! I love it when he plays! He's so talented.

  I recognized the tune from what they were playing on the deck of my father's boat, the original Princess Amelia. Besides me, that is.

  How do I explain? My mother and my father (reigning prince of Genovia, a small country between France and Spain, population 50,000) met in college. Before meeting my father, my mother was a liberal artist. But after he proposed to her and got her pregnant, she started taking princess lessons from my Grandmere, that is, my grandmother. My parents, Princess Helen and Prince Edward, decided that it would be best for me to grow up in New York City, in America, to learn a few street smarts and gain my own opinions, rather than those of the prime minister or whatever. And my Grandmere agreed to live with me there in order to teach me, guide me, regulate me, etc. If she had it completely her way, I would be in Genovia, living in the palace and being tutored with the daughters of counts and dukes. If she had it almost her way, I'd be attending an all-girls school. But my father said that Albert Einstein had good credentials and plus, an all-girls school wouldn't let me learn a few street smarts and gain my own opinions, which was the point of sending me to New York anyway.

  Tina, her mother, and her siblings spend their summers with me in Genovia, and occasionally Mr. Hakim Baba flies in.

  What do I do at school? Well, being a princess means that I have little spare time. And when I do have it, I spend it with my best and only friend in the entire world, Tina.

  Though I must admit, Lana Weinberger and Josh Richter have both made horrible attempts to be my friend.

  Tina often comes with me when I go places. Grandmere says I need to form a larger entourage. I told her that Madonna usually doesn't have as many people as I do. (That would mean Wahim, Mrs. Hakim Baba, Tina, Grandmere, Lars, and the little Hakim Babas. Come on! Mrs. Hakim Baba is near royalty AND she's an ex-model.)

  What Grandmere means to say is, "You need to make more friends, you freak!"

  It's not like people don't try to be my friends. With the exception of Lilly Moscovitz and her friend Shameeka. They're nice and all (the other people. Lilly and Shameeka are just rude), but they're not—Friendish.

  However, I think that the Moscovitzes may have something wrong with their entire gene pool, because Lilly's brother is not only a dreamboat (Lilly's face is totally squished in, like a pug's), he's nice and he's fun to chat with.

  Maybe adding the Computer Club with one of its hunky leaders to my entourage will count for extra credit in princess lessons.

  I suppose it won't.

  "You know what? Lilly Moscovitz can have her own opinion. I need to respect that. Plus, what's her show going to do to me, anyway? It reaches like, ten people. We need to concentrate on what a great time we're going to have with Michael Moscovitz at lunch today." I said, sitting up straight with pride.

  "Psst, Mia. She's glaring at us again." Tina whispered. And we burst out into giggles again.

  Another thing. The reason why I have this diary is because Tina says I need to write down things somewhere so that my Grandmere doesn't know everything. (The last time Lana Weinberger tried to snap my bra strap before she realized who it was, Grandmere nearly sued her for sexual harassment. Is that not embarrassing?). I kind of like it, too. She got this textbook-looking thing that has the words 'Algebra 101' across the front. That way, Grandmere wouldn't get too suspicious.

  I'm really good at Algebra, did I mention that?

  Uh-oh. Time for lunch with dreamy Michael Moscovitz.

  Michael's POV

  She and her friend Tina were giggling through G & T. Not in that annoying, Lana Weinberger way, or that shrill, Lilly way, but in a fun sort of way that made you want to know what they were giggling about.

  Talking to them for ten minutes yesterday, I realized that they were genuinely some of the coolest freshmen ever.

  Not to mention that Princess Amelia is hot.

  She is! Though she may not have a huge chest, news flash! She's fourteen!

  Plus, the personality really makes up for it.

  "Princess Amelia." I said in an overly grand, stuffy voice, making a very horrible bow.

  She sort of giggled in her G & T way. "Call me Mia."

  "Okay, Mia." I shrugged. "Kenny, Judith, this is Mia and Tina."

  The Pop-Tart that Judith had been so nutritiously munching on fell out of her mouth.

  Kenny actually tore his eyes away from Anime Magazine.

  Told you she was hot.

  Well, Judith's Pop Tart didn't fall from her mouth on account of the fact that Mia was hot. Judith was just amazed that Albert Einstein's Very Own Royal was actually socializing. Yes, she too had been watching the horrible episode of my sister's dorky cable show.

  "Hi!" Mia chirped, waggling a couple of fingers at them.

  "Hey." Tina flashed them a smile. They both sat down. They both had salads.

  "What's with the health food?" Judith managed to say.

  "We've got milkshakes." Tina whipped out milkshakes that were obviously from off-campus. One of their bodyguards (both of whom followed close behind) must have gotten them and had the other one watch over the two girls.

  "What's with the health food?" Judith repeated.

  "We're vegetarians." Mia answered this time. "Not totally strict, 'cause we still drink milkshakes and have eggs and stuff like that."

  "No, no. Grandmere wouldn't stand for that!" Tina managed to say without giggling. But Mia couldn't help it.

  "Grandmere is my crazy grandmother. She practically raised Tina, too." Mia explained.

  "So, what are you ladies doing this spring break?" Kenny tried to act casual, but he's had this crush on Princess Amelia since the sixth grade, apparently. And since we had Friday and the next week off, we'd have ten days of no-school bliss.

  "Oh, I'm going to this stupid Hollywood première of this friend of mine in London. So is Tina. Want to come with?" Mia asked casually. "There's an after-party and everything, and then we're going to San Francisco to have some fun. Grandmere would love to entertain a couple of new guests."

  Once again, Judith's Pop Tart fell out of her mouth.

  "If you have to ask your parents, you can go ahead. The première is naturally a black-tie affair, but for the after-party, you just need something you can dance in, and then we're just going to be having a bit of fun in San Fran." Tina seemed almost as filled in with Mia's life as Mia was.

  "So I see you weren't using that comment to shut me up. You must be the famous Princess Amelia." Somebody sneered. All seven of us looked up.

  Lilly's POV

 It was odd to see a blonde beauty and a cheery brunette actually sitting with my brother. And when Shameeka realized who the blonde was, I was surprised she wasn't wearing some huge tiara.

  Princess Amelia actually had the nerve to sit with my brother and his stupid Computer Club pals.

  And of course, I had to march over there and find out what was going on.

  "Well, I guess my diagnosis was wrong. You DO socialize beyond the crowd of overprotected freaks." I spat. "And what exactly is she doing here?"

  Judith, a Computer Club member who never quite enjoyed my 'brattiness', stood up. "She was just inviting us to an exclusive white-collar gala filled with wall-to-wall stars. And then we're going to party with them into the dawn, and then fly to San Francisco to have some good, old-fashioned fun."

  My jaw dropped.

  "By the time you stop cleaning the cafeteria floor with your chin, dear baby sister, we'll be in San Fran, enjoying the sights and the shopping." Michael chirped. "We'll get back to you tomorrow, Mia."

  He called her Mia. Did my boring, disgusting, oddball older brother actually call Princess Amelia Renaldo of Genovia (gross!) Mia?

  This cannot be happening. Princess Amelia cannot be socializing, period. Yet alone with the Computer Club!!!! And now they're going to some huge star-studded event for Spring Break and I am stuck here in New York to deal with meetings about how to save my cable show?

  This is so unfair.