Disclaimer: I own no one! ~~This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. And you aren't going to be seeing a lot of the main characters, mostly Mia and Michael. So please respond!~~~

Chapter One

MIA:
I'm over Lilly's once again, but probably in the most unbelievable location; her older brother Michael's room. I escaped into here after she and I got into an argument. Wait, I take that back, she went off about monarchies being outdated and how they should all be abolished. Something about how the French may have had a good idea....Can you believe it?!?! Then I started crying and ran away. I do not do confrontations very well do I? Then again I can't say too much because I haven't even told her that I am a royal. Oh crap! Michael just walked in!

Michael
I walk into my room after a wild night with my band. We practiced in the sub basement of my building. No one ever goes down there...not even maintaince crew. Oh, by the way, when I say wild night with the band I am being sarcastic. We just do cover songs for now. None of us have any inspiration to write anything.
I started getting changed, but I only got as far as my shirt before I heard some sniffling in my closet. I had seen Pavlov in the living room when I first came in so I knew it wasn't him. Lilly was in her room and mentioned that she'd gotten into a fight with her best friend, Mia, and that Mia had left. Maybe she didn't leave?
I slowly opened the door. Sure enough Mia Thermopolis was sitting on top of my laundry basket with a blotchy face. "Hey you," I said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't look at-at anything," she stammered.
I hadn't thought of that. "Okay. That's good to know. What are you doing in here though?"
"I-"she started

MIA: I really didn't mean to do it. Grandmere told me not to do it. Not to tell anyone my deep dark secret. It just poured out somehow. Why it did this to Michael I have no idea. I barely know him. Well, sure I've known him since I was like, what six, but he was kind of a loner and didn't associate with anyone Lilly associated with.
"I, I just can't take it anymore!" I screamed. Luckily Michael has soundproof walls.
"Beg pardon?" he asked, plopping down on his bed. Still sans his shirt.
"Lilly! She goes off about things that she has NO idea about!"
"That would be our Lilly," he replied.
"No, you don't even know it. I've had a hellish week and she definitely is no helping me at all."
"Sit down, tell me about it," he replied simply. "If you want to that is."
At least one Moskovitz offspring listens.
"First off my mom started dating my math teacher and he stayed over night three nights in a row, I'm desperately pathetic in algebra and am planning on failing miserably, my long lost grandmother and father have shown up and told me that I'm the princess and sole heir to the throne of Genovia," I said with one breath.
He let out a low whistle. "That would be a hellish week," he said with a little bit of a smirk.
I fell onto his bed.
"So I can see where you wouldn't appreciate Lilly's hatred for all things royal."
"Uh, duh!" I covered up my face. "You know what though?"
"What?" he asked, lying back so he was next to me.
"I could probably be executed for telling you that."