This is a new fic, by yours truly. Don't worry Meant to Live is still in tact. Somewhere. I'm sorry guys. I'm having major writers block with that. I have too many ideas. But this fic should be good, though. Mainly Michael's POV. This all revaluated from a song from the best band. Its called Magazines by Brand New. Which explains the whole title thing. I'm hoping for 1,000,000 reviews and if I don't get them you shall all suffer… ha ha ha ha ha!!  ;-) Jus' kiddin'. I'll take what I can get. And don't worry. Mia and Michael will end up together in the end… I think. Ha ha ha ha! Enjoy!

Dis Claimer- Meg Cabot owns everything related Princess Diaries. I own a few characters: Millie and Elli,(they sound annoying already, right?) and Reid


Michael's POV

I never knew when I signed up for Computer Club I'd get to miss class. But, you don't normally get to spend time with your girlfriend during Tec so I guess I'm not that misfortunate.  I was working on Crackhead and felt a warm hand on my shoulder. The familiar sent of perfume filled my senses. Judith. "Hey" she said warmly rubbing my shoulder. I smiled to myself and said, "Hey back to you." I could feel her smile run through her fingertips and radiate my body.

She dropped her hand slowly and stood up straight. "Yes. Okay Michael I think that's a great idea. Be more careful typing you HTML codes next time." I smiled. I knew that someone must have been watching her. Ever since she made an error in having a freshman type her URL name, she's been receiving a lot of eagle eyes. The guy was really horny and wrote SexiiJudithBaresItAll.Albert_Einstein/schoolwebzine.com. Of course he no longer exists in the Computer Club, but all the admiring Judith followers kicked his ass. Including me and Showalter.

I have to be nice to that guy. He is the boyfriend of the girl I love… I did not say that. Bad Michael. Bad Michael.

I guess I can confess it to myself already. I mean I like Judith. She's really nice and polite and she's very pretty, but she's not Mia. She's not wonderful, and beautiful, funny, and extravagant. She's not as sensitive and witty.

Judith is pretty. Mia is beautiful.

The Lunch Bell rang like a slap in the face. I mean, why would you need to put that bell so damn loud? Tell me Vice Principal Gupta, what did we ever do to you? It's great that woman doesn't work in a Pre-school. She'd make all the little children push their weight in finger-paints.

"Moscovitz? Yo. Moscovitz!" I felt something hit me on the head. Only one-definition ladies and gentlemen: Felix

"May I help you?" I said turning around rubbing the back of my skull.

"Yeah. We're leaving. Coming?" He asked oh so very intelligently. I tossed his tablet back at him.

"Yeah, Yeah. I'm coming. Just don't throw your diary at me anymore. Maybe I'll quicken my pace…"

I love pissing him off.

"It's not a diary! And without it, I'd never be able to play your sappy songs, so stop complaining." Felix remarked.  I grabbed my folders and notebooks and headed for the fire-haired idiot I call a band mate.

"How'd you get in here anyway?" I asked once we were out of earshot.

"What'd you mean?" he asked reaching into his gray bag hanging over his shoulder.

"I mean you're not the brightest bulb in the package, so to speak. Everyone knows you from Skinner Box and you're a Junior… how'd you get in the Tec lab for the Computer Club?"

"Easy" he said taking a green granny-smith out of his bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What?"

"We're going to lunch, dolt." I said pointing towards the apple.

"I'm hungry. It's a long walk." Felix said biting his apple.

I just silently shook my head.

We entered the main hall. Swarms of teenagers came flying through classroom doors fleeing to their lockers. A mess of male students flew passed me and jumped to see their friends and girlfriends.

"So Felix," I said as a purple haired girl shoved passed me in her cheerleading uniform. "You never finished telling me what you did to get into the Tec lab."

"Oh yeah!" he said juice dripping down his chin. "I told the guy in the front that I'd given him tickets to the show on the 17th."  I stopped dead in my tracks.

"You did WHAT?!" I yelled facing him.

He looked taken aback "Chill, Moscovitz. It's not biggie."

 "Felix, I understand you aren't the brightest, but that shows been soled out for about two weeks now. What do you think we can magically make tickets appear?" I asked my ears burning.

"Michael, I think you are missing one minor detail." He said his mouth filled with apple.

"What's that?" I asked folding my arms.

"We're the band."

"And…" I asked as I watched him swallow.

"And so what we say goes. If it wasn't for us there'd be no show, dude." He said.

We entered the cafeteria to hear the usual buzz of people chatting and gossiping.

"Hey Felix?" I said one last time before grabbing a lunch tray.

"Moscovitz."

"Do you really think my songs are sappy?" I asked puppy-eyed.

Felix shoved me and grabbed his usual nachos with 60 tons of cheese. He shoved it into his apple-covered mouth. "Lafer Mucoyits" He muffeled through cheese.

"Yeah. Later Felix." I said grabbing a cheeseburger and heading towards my usual spot next to Judith. She was sitting with her usual drones. One girl from the computer club, and two morons from the track team. Millie and Ellie. Can't get more drone then that.

"But, Ellie," Millie said chewing her salad leaf. "That's so illogical!" she yelped.

"No. It's not really. Not to those with open minds." Judith shot back with a sly grin.

Okay, my bet is you're thinking they're having this really in-depth conversation about the world, or politics right? Just continue listening…

Millie chomped on her cucumber. "Nuh-uh! It totally doesn't make sense, Jude! Elli's way off the boat. You can not write in blood!"

"You soo can," Elli said. "If you stuck yourself with a thick pin and squeezed your finger, like, really hard, blood would shoot out and you could use the pin to make letters."

"Ewe." Millie said pushing back her salad.

I rest my case… not the best conversationalists.

"Oh. Another reverting conversation I missed between the DT's… darn." I said sitting down between Reid and Judith. Judith smiled lightly at me then turned to her friend Adam on her left.

"Oh shut up, Michael!" Ellie said.

"Are you coming to the meeting after school?" she asked him and revved up a conversation. I turned to Reid on my right.

Reid was staring down at his fingertips at a book slightly clutched in his grasp. He's a slightly thin guy with shaggy blond hair and hazel eyes. Very tall, too. His skin was an olive colour and my guessings would be, that if he wasn't always cramming for tests and on his laptop, that'd he'd be the heart throb.

Reid has to be one of my best friends. I remember last year when that guy tried to beat me up. Reid and I stayed online until two am sending him viruses. Good times…

"Do you think that I sh-" I began but he cut me off.

"Sorry can't talk. I have to read this by last period. Letch is killin' us with work!" he said.

"Do you have to finish it?" I asked biting into my cheeseburger.

"Yeah."

"But, Reid… you're on page 83 out of 270."

"Yeah yeah don't remind me." Reid said waving a hand. I laughed silently and turned to my girlfriend.

Her hair looked almost gold with the sunshine from the windows pouring onto her. Judith's eyes are a deep green and when she looks at you, you'd think she could read your soul. I'd be surprised if she can't.

"Michael." She said softly under the racket of the cafeteria.

"Hmm?" I said blinking.

"You're staring." Judith said smiling.

"Hard not to." I said. I flashed her one last smile and then turned back to my real love: my cheeseburger.

Kidding….

[END CHAPTER ONE! YAY FOR MAUREEN! Okay, I'm thinking this is going somewhere. And please please don't hurt me. Diversity is good! And guys remember while reviewing (which I know you all will) that Judith is Michael's girlfriend. He has to be attracted to her. So please don't send me an angry mob. Okay but here's a little poll. Who's more annoying? Ellie or Millie

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