A/N: So, I was watching re-runs of My Super Sweet Sixteen on MTV (I can totally see how people can watch this show, but I fully agree with Meg), and I thought, "what would Mia do if she had cameras following her as she planned her sixteenth birthday party?" So, hopefully this is interesting for ya'll. It gives me something to do while I am waiting for all of my favorite stories to be updated and I don't have any essays to write for English. Please read and review and I'll love you forever.

April 21, The loft

I just came from Princess Lessons where I was informed by Grandmere that she had "wonderful news". Usually when Grandmere says something is wonderful, I should run. Screaming. As fast as I possibly can.

I immediately suspected this had something to do with my birthday. I mean, a girl only turns 16 once. I kind of thought she had hidden Paolo somewhere and was waiting to attack me with his combs and shears.

I was right about the party, but wrong about Paolo, at least, so far. She has informed me that Mtv has approached her about a documentary about my birthday party. In fact, they wanted to feature my birthday on Super Sweet Sixteen. I've seen that show, and the only people I know that would willingly expose themselves on such a program are people like Lana. And Josh.

When I told Grandmere that I absolutely refused to participate in anything of the sort, she snorted and replied, "Amelia, really. You must stop being so melodramatic. It is the perfect way to show the people of Genovia that you are ready to ascend the throne."

Umm, excuse me, but I seriously doubt the citizens of Genovia expect me to become the Queen anytime soon. I mean, do they even get Mtv?

When I asked Grandmere this, she just ignored me and shook her empty glass to signal Margot that she was ready for another Sidecar.

I wouldn't be surprised if she bought every citizen in Genovia a satellite dish just so everyone could watch my international television debut.

I folded my arms across my nonexistent chest and stared at Grandmere. "I don't want camera crews following my every move anywhere!"

"Pfuit! Don't be ridiculous. I've already spoken to your father and he quite agrees with me." She chuckled evilly. "You are dismissed."

So, with a toss of her hand, the discussion was closed. Well, that's what she thinks. I haven't told my mom yet, and I think she will have something to say about it.

Later…Lilly's

I talked to my mom. She said that she agrees with Grandmere! I can't believe it. She thinks that it might be good for my self esteem and give me some exposure to the real world.

When I told Lilly about the tv thing, her face lit up.

"You mean real live camera crews are going to follow you around? Are you serious?"

"Lilly! You are totally missing the point!"

She just looked at me blankly and shrugged her shoulders.

I got up and headed to Michael's room. Ever since he started at Columbia, I only get to see him after school on Tuesdays and Fridays, and the weekends.

He wasn't home yet, but I didn't think he would mind if I hung out in his room until he got here. I wasn't doing anything wrong. No matter how much I was tempted to sneak a peek in his bedside stand, it would be wrong. Relationships are about trust, and if I were to break that trust, what kind of relationship would that be?

I'm not going to look at it though. Even if I knew that my birthday present was in there, I wouldn't look.

Hmmm…I looked around for other things to occupy my time, but Michael has taken his laptop to his dorm, so I can't exactly play Solitaire.

The edge of his dresser is calling out to me. I think I will just have one tiny peek…

Uh-Oh, BUSTED!

I was about halfway across the room, when the door opened, and Michael strode in.

"Mia!" He looked pretty surprised to see me in his room unattended.

"I didn't touch anything!"

Damn. Way to go Mia. Not only have I not properly greeted my boyfriend, but I also pretty much gave my self away.

He looked around with that amused look of his and said, "ooo-kay."

I told Michael all about Grandmere's evil plot to expose all of my shortcomings on national television. He seemed sympathetic, until "but just think of all the good publicity that could come out of this."

Okay. My mom, I can sort of understand, she would want me to have an opportunity to boost my flagging level of self-esteem, Lilly I can understand, she does have a borderline unhealthy obsession with the media in all its forms. But MICHAEL? He is supposed to be my soul mate and back me up on these types of things. You know, play the Thelma to my Louise, well maybe that wasn't such a good example, I wouldn't be pushed to the edge and finally snap, driving my car over a cliff, but the point is…They stuck together. I don't think Thelma would agree with it one bit if Louise told her that she was being suckered into appearing on national television to be made a fool of.

When I told Michael this, he just kind of grinned and said, "Okay, so we boycott the Mtv thing."

That's more like it.

10 Days till my birthday!