Author's note: Well here it is: the first chapter. Read and enjoy.—and then review!
Disclaimer: I disclaim all which is not mine. So basically, most everything. : )
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Mia couldn't ignore the world for much longer. The young girl knew without a doubt that anyone crazy enough to be outside on her fire escape must be a Moscovitz.
As she pulled herself out from under the covers, she couldn't help but start to feel a slight bit remorseful of how she had treated Lilly just an hour ago. Why had it only occurred to her a split second after she had yelled that this would be hard on Lilly as well?
Mia shook the thoughts from her head as she began to fumble with the latch on the window. 'It didn't matter anymore,' she thought. 'Now that she's here, we can both apologize.'
"Listen Lilly, I wa-," Mia stated as she opened to window, but was suddenly at a loss for words when it was not the younger Moscovitz outside of her room, but the elder.
"Michael," she breathed, trying to shake off the surprise in her voice as he waited looking rather uncomfortable standing, soaked on her fire escape. Suddenly regaining the use of her tongue, Mia stepped back from the window. "It's raining."
"I like the rain," he said rather simply as he sat down next to the window. Mia seemed to contemplate his last statement before climbing out onto the fire escape herself.
"I like it too," she said positioning herself in front of him.
"Thermopolis, I came here because- well I don't really know why I came here. Lilly came home, and..." he trailed off suddenly very interested in him shoes only to look up once again, his eyes full of concern. "Mia, I've never seen her this upset before."
Hearing Michael's words inspired a new wave of tears threatening to spill out of the child's eyes.
"I don't know what to do, Michael; I don't know. Why did this all have to happen to me? I don't like Genovia, I've never even been there. Why would they even pick someone like me to be their princess?" When she realized she had said the last sentence out loud, and now only in her head as she had intended, Mia's hand flew up over her mouth and the tears began to spill from her eyes.
Michael Moscovitz may have been a little more mature than most, even at age 14, but he had not dealt with much crying. He gently pulled the younger girl into an awkward hug and she sobbed into his shoulder. He let his thoughts drift back to his earlier encounter with Lilly. They may have a weird way of showing it, but each truly did care about the wellbeing of the other.
As the sobs began to calm, Michael's attention was pulled away from his musings. The soft girl he held in his arms began to unfold her story and he listened with ready and willing ears. He didn't interrupt her, or question anything she said, he simply let her talk until she had said anything and everything she wanted.
Mia told Michael everything. She told him of her mysterious father, and her even scarier Grandmere. She finished her story with her feeling on her forced move to Genovia.
"Michael, Lilly's just going to hate me! I can't leave now. We start Jr. High next fall. Jr. High! Do you realize how big of a st..." Mia started, but trailed off quickly when he began to laugh at her. She began to laugh as well when she realized how silly she sounded ranting on about Jr. High so someone who was about to go into his freshman year of high school. "You'll miss me, won't you?" Mia asked, looking up earnestly into his soft, brown eyes.
"Oh silly girl, of course we will!" he answered. "And you know what else?" he asked, pulling her closer and gently tightening his arms around her. "We'll be right here, waiting for our little princess to come back," he whispered. "I will. My Little Princess."