Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...

A/N: This is my first Princess Diaries fan fic, and I hope it goes well. My story takes place in the 3rd book, after the computer thing and Mia has run to the bathroom. Read Seventeen magazine then go on seventeen.com to pick up on the story. :D

December 19, The Winter Carnival, waaay later

Well, here I am, locked in a stall, like the pathetic loser that I am. Tina's yelling at me to come out, but I won't. Nothing will make me come out of this stall until everything is over.

I'm still having trouble computing (harhar) this and I don't know what to do! Kenny thinks I'm having an affair with Boris(just let me say- eww.), we've broken up(the only good part of that situation), and I think Michael has confessed that he loves me too.

But the most horrible part is that I've totally freaked out(I mean, what am I supposed to do? I'm still really bad with confrontation), and I think he took that negatively. Oh I wish I hadn't done that. But what if he's joking? I think I should rule that one out, if he was joking, he sure got the right reaction out of me, but you know what? He wasn't laughing.

Does that mean he was telling the truth and I ripped out his heart and threw it on the floor? Ah man...

Oh wait... someone's knocking on the door. Why would you knock on the door of a public girls' room? Hmm...more later, I guess.

December 19th, My room, 11:30

This is one night I won't soon forget. I broke up with someone and ripped someone else's heart out.

So here's what happened: Tina went and answered the door. She talked to the person for a minute and then called for me to come out.

Me: No! I'm staying here until everyone leaves.
MM: Please, Mia? I want to talk to you.
Me: Michael?? What are you doing in the girls' bathroom?
MM: Looking for you! Come on, please?

Where is Tina when you need her?
Tina: Yeah, Mia. You can't stay in that stall all night.

Thanks a lot, Tina. Then, I thought about it. I mean, if I work on confrontation, maybe something like this won't happen again. That is the only reason why I wiped my eyes and slowly opened the stall door.

When I came out, Tina looked annoyed and Michael looked sympathetic.

MM: Mia? Are you alright? What happened?
Me: Well, um. I think you should know.

Michael looked down.

MM: I thought... You see, someone has been sending me these notes and I thought...

I sighed.

Me: You thought right.

He looked relieved for a moment, but then looked downcast.

Me: I...I was so shocked because I didn't think... oh I gotta go.

It didn't feel right. So for the second time that night, I ran from Michael. Why do I always run? I should go out for track... no, on second thought, Lily would kill me.

I ran off and me and Lars sped off in my limo. So here I am, back at the loft, writing this. I've been crying on and off, reflecting on how absolutely stupid I am. My mom keeps coming to my locked door asking if I'm okay. I never answer, so I think she went off to pack.

Oh, and did I tell you? That's the other horrible part. We're leaving for Genoiva. Tomorrow. You know, just where I want to spend my holidays. With Grandmere, were she can do anything to me. Oh how fun.