The Island Diaries
Disclaimer: The Princess Diaries is my inspiration, not my property. (They belong to Meg Cabot.) I wish I was the creator of these books- but sadly, I am not. [sigh]
A/N: This just… came to me in a dream, I guess. It's kind of a twist on things, and is very lightly incorporated into the chronological order of the story, but oh well. Mia and Michael are not together yet- (It takes place after book 2 even though I've read 3 and know how they get together) but will doubtlessly get closer as the story progresses… I mean, what would a Princess Diaries fanfic be without a Mia and Michael hook-up??? Really!
I hope you like the first chapter- please review whether you do or not!
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It was warm that Wednesday morning; everything glistened with a dewiness and humidity that made even the most frozen of hearts open up and really see summer's first days. The weather was promising. New York City's skies were cloudless and beautiful for the first time in weeks. Mia knew her summer vacation in Genovia would be fabulous… she might even get to know Michael, the one and only object of her affections, a bit better.
The two Moscovitzes, Lily and Michael, sat comfortably on a couch in Mia's house, suitcases close at hand. It was 9:35 am now, they would soon be on their way to Mia's palace in Genovia on a private jet piloted by Lars. Mia soon came down from her bed room, finally packed, and the trio bid goodbye to Helen Thermopolis. They all piled into the limo, on their way to the airport where a private jet was waiting.
At 11:13 they had comfortably settled into the jet. Michael opened his laptop and logged onto the internet… Mia began to write in her diary… Lily raided the fridge. They had all grown fond of this luxury already.
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Michael's Internet Journal--
Wednesday, June 13, 2002 - 11:24 am
Here I am, in my sister's best friend's PRIVATE JET on my way to a country in which she is heir to the throne. My life could not be better. I am spending fully my whole summer vacation there, in the prime of luxury. The best part of this is that I will hopefully get closer to Mia, the aforementioned, who I am hopelessly in love with. Hopefully, she WON'T meet some handsome prince there who blows her completely away… hopefully she'll fall for me. Wow, I am pathetic.
I don't even think I said anything to her today. I didn't even say THANK YOU for her inviting me to stay in her palace. I mean, how god damn stupid is that? I could atleast sound grateful. Okay, I'll do that now… more later.
Later.
Me: Mia.
Her: Yeah, Michael?
Me: I uh… I just wanted to thank you for inviting me to spend the summer with you.
She blushes. What the hell?
Her: You're welcome. Err… I mean, you're practically family to me- being my best friend's brother and all.
Great. I'm practically family to her. Just great.
Me: Yeah… right.
I faked a little smile here and she faked one back. How fake. And now I have absolutely no chance with her unless I move to Arkansas or something, as we are practically family and all.
Her: Michael.
Me: Yeah?
She looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't quite manage it.
Her: Nevermind, nothing.
Me: Okay, whatever.
And then that ended there.
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Mia's Diary--
Thursday, June 14, 2002 - who knows what time it is???
Okay, so who knew yesterday that I would end up on some stinking island out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean instead of arriving safely in Genovia to be with my beloved grandmere (NOT!) and father? NOT ME!!! If I would have known there would have definitely been several extra pairs of underwear packed in my suitcase!
I'm not so alone though. Michael, Lily, and Lars are here too. I mean, I had no idea that Lars had a pilot's license, but I guess they teach you everything you need to know in those body guard camps out in the middle of no where. Hmmm… I wonder if there's one here? Probably not. Too bad they didn't teach him enough about navigating in tropical storms.
Anyway, we just came here to spend summer in the palace. We came on one of the family's private jets on Wednesday-- I didn't come with my dad and Grandmere on their flight on Monday. I told them I wanted more time to pack. I kind of lied about that- I really just didn't want to miss Take-Out Tuesday at Little Italy's. They believed me nonetheless, and now I feel really bad about that lie. That lie almost killed me. And plus, Little Italy's was out of veggie lasagna by the time I made it over there anyway. My life is such trash. But atleast I'm here with Michael…. Mmm… dreamy… Too bad I don't stand a chance. Even though there isn't any competition here. I bet he'll meet some gorgeous and foreign island native girl who will blow him away with her golden tan and skimpy clothing. He'll take one look at the both of us and forget I even existed. Once again, my life is such trash.
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