Mia stared tearfully at the sent screen of her e-mail address. She felt empty. That unsettling nagging feeling at the back of her skull that by accepting the date from J.P she had said her final goodbye to Michael but it wasn't as though she was going to do anything on this date. It was just a musical. That's it.

She stood up, some how the air felt heavier. She looked back at the sent screen, perhaps some miracle had occurred and Michael had gotten her e-mail within a few nano seconds and had answered it and it was full all of the wonderful things that she'd hoped he'd say if he ever replied but alas like most things you want in life they didn't happen. She pulled her black dress out of her closet and closed her eyes to compose herself and to try to erase the image of Michael turning away from her it wasn't the despair or the anger on his face that stained her the most but the disgust. She has never comprehended once in their relationship that he could be disappointed in her.

Mia glared at the copy of US Weekly that sat menacingly on her bedside table. Damn US. Weekly and their approving article on Mia's apparent new relationship. She snuggled deeper into her covers – refused to let the new day sink into her yet. She didn't want to get out of bed because her arms would detach from her body and check her e-mail which would inevitably be empty once again. Her body would be forced to get to school and sit next to a best friend who basically hated her guts.

She exhaled and glared at her computer – she would much rather glare at the world but right now that was kind of hard considering the enormity of her hatred. She heard the familiar beep beep of her cell phone from somewhere in her school bad which looked as dishevelled and unloved and she felt. She finally dragged her sorry self out of bed and went on the great cell phone hunt. It appeared that J.P had left her a text.

She had a love hate relationship with J.P. She looked back at her journal.

Pro's and Con's of possible blossoming relationship with J.P

Pro: He's rather cute
Con: Lilly – 'nough said

Pro: Smart

Con: Everyone is always looking at us when ever we're in a 100 meter radius of each other.

Pro: Fit's in with everyone's expectations.

Con: I shouldn't care about their freaking expectations in the first place.

Pro: He would make a good boyfriend

Con: I don't love him.

Pro: He's a great guy.

Con: I had the greatest guy and now he's in Japan.

Mia snapped her journal shut and made a mental note to make all future pro/con lists completely impartial.

Her attention returned to her phone.

Mia – C U 2NITE? ♥ J.P

She looked back at her computer and wondered if luck would have it the boy she really wanted would be online?

Michael glared at the foreign monitor at the internet café. He was resisting the urge to check his inbox. He had several now. Mae Mechanics set him up several business addresses and he'd made sure to check those every other day at the least to make sure everything that he couldn't be there for was running smoothly.

He was a little scarred off signing in. Last time he tried was 2 days ago, first chance he'd gotten time to himself which he didn't need to spend sleeping or washing the sweat of the day off a small msn news flash came up.

'PRINCESS MIA IN LOVE WITH RICH SOCIALITE SON NICKNAMED J.P'

He cringed remembering the moment. He couldn't pick up an American magazine without being reminded of the horrid episode. Every other freaking 'hot or not' poll was in his favour. The man won against Orlando Bloom. That was no mean feat considering he'd lost against well, everyone.

He sighed. He couldn't help but wonder though, through all this falling in love if Mia had gotten the chance to think of him or even miraculously e-mail him. It's not like she had any of her other details and he sensed that Lilly would be less then willing to provide them considering J.P had been her boyfriend until recently.

He began typing his web provider login URL into the search bar. He kept glancing expectantly at his new phone hoping that it might ring and rightfully distract him from his impending doom. He typed slower, began tapping an almost rhythmically with one finger still holding out hope that they might need him before his lunch break was over. He glared at his phone when he came to the these people rang him at 3 am but no, they couldn't disturb him during his lunch break. Damn the lack of lunchtime intrusiveness.

He carefully typed in his e-mail address and password. He figured he'd have to change it now.

Login: princessmiaismygirlfriend

He never thought the enter key could be so evil but at that moment he would rather battle a million rouge starwars clones then find out whether or not the only girl he ever loved, loved him back.

A calm electronic voice sounded out through his quietened speakers.

Welcome to Michael to your inbox. Messages 23.

I'm sorta raging on an earlier idea. Go with me. Reveiws are love. Don't own the Princess Diaries, BUT IF I DID I WOULD NOT HAVE BROKEN UP THE GREATEST COUPLE EVER! ARGH!!!