Hey! Umm... this is my first Princess Diaries fic. and only my second ever so sorry if it sucks.

Any way, this is a bit of an alternative universe. Michael didn't turn up at ice-skating with Judith but a girl called Emma. It will be a M&M at the end 'cause I'm a sucker for happy endings. WARNING: Nothing much happens in this chapter as all i really did was re-write a bit from Third Time Lucky.

Also I'm dyslexic so sorry for any and all spelling and grammar mistakes.

Saturday, December 5, 11p.m.

OK, remember how I thought my life was over because I have a boyfriend now and I don't really like him in that way, and I have to break up with him without hurting his feelings, which is, I guess, probably impossible?

Yeah, well , I didn't know how over my life could actually be.

Not until last night anyway.

That's right. Last night, when Lilly-and-Boris and Tina-and-Dave and Mia-and-Kenny were joined by a new couple, Michael-and-Emma.

That's right: Lilly's brother Michael showed up at the ice-skating rink, and he brought with him one of the most pretties girls at our school who isn't a cheerleader, Emma O'Connal.

Emma O'Connal, like Michael, is a senior at Albert Einstein High school. Emma O'Connal, like Michael, is stunningly good looking. Emma O'Connal, like Michael, is always getting asked out on dates.

In fact last year, like Michael, she was voted as one of the most desirable at out school.

Emma O'Connal is one of our school's most desirable. And me? Yeah, I don't even have boobs.

Hmm, gee, I don't know. If you were Michael Moscovitz –you know, a straight A student who got into Columbia early decision and is also one of our school's most desirable- who would you rather go out with? A girl would looks Lana but act's real nice anyway, or a girl who has no chest?

Not that there's even a chance of Michael ever asking me out. I mean, I have to admit, there were a couple of times when I thought he might. But that was clearly just wishful thinking on my part. I mean, why would a guy like Michael, who dose really well in school and will probably excel at whatever career he ultimately chooses, ever ask out a girl like me, who would have flunked out of ninth grade by now if it hadn't been for all those extra tutoring sessions with Mr. Gianini and, ironically, Michael him self?

I mean sure Emma's not an A star student but she's far from dumb. She's really good French and Spanish and German and practically all languages. She just find Science and English hard. She's also really good at numbers and so has no problem with Freshman Algebra. Unlike a certain Princess I know.

So you see Michael and Emma are perfect for each other; there both really nice; there both easy on the eye; and neither of them is flunking a subject.

But if Michael and Emma are so perfect for each other how come when I first saw them walking towards us I got this bad feeling inside?

I mean, I have absolutely no right to be jealous of the fact that Michael asked Emma to go skating with us and that he didn't mind her holding his had. And that he whispered something in her ear that made her blush and give him a long sensuous kiss on the lips. Absolutely no right at all.

Except when I saw them together I was shocked. Michael nearly never hangs out with people who aren't in one of his clubs. And he never normally goes anywhere north of Bleecker Street during the Christmas tree-lighting hysteria.

But there he was. And there was Emma O'Connal, chatting about something and giving Michael kisses every now and then.

I nudged Lilly in the side-she was doing up her skates- and said in a voice that I hoped didn't show the complete despair I was feeling inside, "Look, there's your brother."

And Lilly wasn't even surprised to see him! She looked over and went, "Oh, yeah. He said he might show up."

Show up with a date? Did he mention that?

I wish Lilly has told me he was coming, that way she could have giving me time to prepare. But she doesn't know about my liking her brother so it never occurred to her to break it to me gently.

Any way here's the way I handled the situation. It was cool, real cool (NOT).

Me: (Casually to Lilly) I didn't know your brother and Emma O'Connal were going out.

Lilly: Really? I always figured you knew every thing about Michael.

Me: (Trying to hide my blush) No I don't know everything about Michael. Why would I?

Lilly: No reason. Any way, yeah they've gotten back together.

Me: Back together?

Lilly: Yeah, in Softmore year they were going steady. But they had a nasty breakup over something or other and Michael was really depressed for a bit before bouncing back. Boris, must you constantly breath on me?

And now I think about it I can Kinda remember Michael being all sad and stuff. I was really concerned because even then I loved him and to see him in pain was to cause myself pain.

Me: (To Michael and Emma as they walk up) Oh, hi you guys. Michael I didn't know you knew how to ice-skate.

Michael: (Shrugging) I used to be on the hockey team.

Lilly: (Snorting) Yeah, Pee Wee Hockey. That was before...

Michael: (Interrupting)Lilly, do you ever shut up?

Emma: I love ice-skating! I'm not very good at it though.

And she certainly isn't. Emma is such a bad skater that just to stop falling over Michael had to hold her hands as he skated backwards. I don't know what astonished me more-that Michael can skate backwards or that he didn't mind having tow Emma along. In fact it looked like he was enjoying it. In fact in looked like he was enjoying it so much I found myself wishing Kenny and Emma would disappear and that I couldn't skate so Michael could tow me around.

But as it is Kenny was there. And he seemed to think Michael and Emma's method of skating was preferable to to the old fashioned way. You know solo. So he kept bugging me to hold on to his hands so he could tow me around like Michael was towing Emma. I finally caved after about half and hour of his whining.

Only thing is, Kenny isn't all that grate at skating backwards. I can skate forwards, but I'm not good enough at it if someone is wobbling around in front of me, I can't keep from crashing into him if he doesn't move out the way fast enough.

Which is kinda what happened. Kenny when crashing into Emma causing them to fall so Michael and I got dragged down with them. I would have been funny if my face hadn't landed a inch from Michael's. I could feel his breath on my lip's and all.

Then I quickly got up and started to apologies but Emma just laugh and said I was lucky I had landed on Michael otherwise I could have been seriously hurt.

Lucky!

Oh, I'll tell you how lucky I am:

I'm so lucky that while I lie here in bed with no one but Fat Louie to keep me company the boy I've been in love with since like forever is somewhere with a kind and beautiful girl and most probably has his tongue down her throat.

One good thing about this ice-skating thing thought is that Kenny is really embarrassed about making a fool of himself and so probably wont try to move in to Frenching yet. Yippee!

So tell me what you think. If no one likes it I wont bother to continue.