Disclaimer: I'm not Meg Cabot unfortunately. Damn. Oh well, maybe if I'm reincarnated when I die I'll come back as a world famous author who owns all these characters. Or...not.
Author: Me! Or if you don't know who me is then heidigirl is me. I am heidigirl, heidigirl is my name. Well Laura is my name but, wait I'm going on and on again. I'll shut up now.
Summary: Rubbish. The perfect word to sum up my story, in one word. Or if you want a bit more it's a Princess Diaries/1-800-WHERE-R-YOU crossover. Yay! As far as I know there aren't any of these, except this one. So Mia's brother Rocky gets kidnapped. Oh a little kid is missing! Who ON EARTH will find him???? It's from Mia, Jess, Michael and Rob's POVs. Oh and it's set when Rocky is two, that makes Mia, uh, 17, Michael is 20, Jess is 18 and Rob is 20.Ok? Hope that helped. On with the story!
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Jess's POV
Ugh. Monday. If Mondays didn't exist I'm sure my life would be a hell of a lot easier. I mean it's no wonder that girl shot a load of people in her school playground or whatever and then when she was asked why she did it she said she didn't like Mondays. Like in that song by the Boom Town Rats, called (you'll never guess) I Don't Like Mondays. I've always wondered if that story was true, I've been told it is but I'm still not sure (A/N: Seriously is it? If you know please tell me when you review, if you review).Unless if we got rid of Monday it would make Tuesday the first day of the week, then I'd probably just hate Tuesdays. There's no escape. Anyway so this Monday was definitely no exception.
It started off bad, really bad. Ok, so picture this. Sunday night, date with hot-now-been-official-for-two-years-boyfriend (the boyfriend bit, not the hot bit, that's always been official, and always will be), back to my, empty (at least then it was) house, my bedroom, me, said boyfriend, what do you think we did? Not for the first time or anything (A/N: By the way, I'm an innocent little thirteen year, 14 in September, I will not, repeat, will not be going into details, thank you very much), so aforementioned boyfriend does not go home as usual afterwards as my parents, Mike and Doug went to some food thing, God knows how I managed to get out of it, and weren't supposed to be back until late next morning.
So there I am, lying in Rob's arms, nice and cosy, basically at one with the world. Yeah, not for long. I was woken up at 7am by none other than my mother, who, just my luck, came home early. Needless to say she was not a happy bunny. I think it would be more accurate to say she was furious! When she walked in, to wake me up or something, I guess, she just screamed "Jessica Antonia Mastriani!" using my full name, so not good. She succeeded in what she came in to do, wake me up that is, and Rob woke up too, surprise, surprise. He took one look at my mum, went "Oh shit!" jumped out of bed, pulled on his pants (A/N: You know in England we call them trousers? I like that word so much better, pants are what you wear under your trousers, then you have different types of pants, boys wear boxers or y-fronts(tightie whities, heehee) and girls wear knickers, interesting no? I hear in America you wear panties. Hmmm) and shirt said something about going to work and legged it out of there. All while I sat there, with the duvet pulled up to me, like a deer caught in headlights. Before mum could start shouting I finally came back to Earth, managed to say "Would you look at that I'm going to be late for school!" pulled on yesterday's clothes and ran. Seriously, I ran, as fast as I could, grabbed my school bag, leather jacket, bike helmet, practically jumped onto my Harley (Yay! All those mother/daughter outfits paid off in the end!) and rode full speed to school. I can only imagine what's going to happen when I get home later.
Rob's POV
Fuck. I am in a shit load of trouble. Thank you Jess "Don't worry they won't be back until late tomorrow morning" Mastriani!
Mia's POV
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! My little brother has disappeared! Where the hell is he? I turned around for one second to give Michael a quick smooch, it's only fair, I hardly get to see him now he's in college, I thought Rocky was fine, he was playing on the slide, there were other people there, didn't they see anything? Now he's gone, oh my god I am in so much trouble and my little brother is missing! Oh no, I'm going to cry. Ok, he couldn't have got far. Calm down Mia, I'm sure he's just wondered off for a second. Oh my God I can't find him! No, I'm sure he's fine, no one would have grabbed him would they? There's no reason for that, except he's my little brother and I love almost more than Michael and Fat Louie and do anything to get him back including pay a huge ransom and oh my God I'm a princess, my family's royal, and rich! ROCKY'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: That was rubbish. Never mind. Maybe it will get better. Possibly. There's a slight chance. Or not.
Author: Me! Or if you don't know who me is then heidigirl is me. I am heidigirl, heidigirl is my name. Well Laura is my name but, wait I'm going on and on again. I'll shut up now.
Summary: Rubbish. The perfect word to sum up my story, in one word. Or if you want a bit more it's a Princess Diaries/1-800-WHERE-R-YOU crossover. Yay! As far as I know there aren't any of these, except this one. So Mia's brother Rocky gets kidnapped. Oh a little kid is missing! Who ON EARTH will find him???? It's from Mia, Jess, Michael and Rob's POVs. Oh and it's set when Rocky is two, that makes Mia, uh, 17, Michael is 20, Jess is 18 and Rob is 20.Ok? Hope that helped. On with the story!
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Jess's POV
Ugh. Monday. If Mondays didn't exist I'm sure my life would be a hell of a lot easier. I mean it's no wonder that girl shot a load of people in her school playground or whatever and then when she was asked why she did it she said she didn't like Mondays. Like in that song by the Boom Town Rats, called (you'll never guess) I Don't Like Mondays. I've always wondered if that story was true, I've been told it is but I'm still not sure (A/N: Seriously is it? If you know please tell me when you review, if you review).Unless if we got rid of Monday it would make Tuesday the first day of the week, then I'd probably just hate Tuesdays. There's no escape. Anyway so this Monday was definitely no exception.
It started off bad, really bad. Ok, so picture this. Sunday night, date with hot-now-been-official-for-two-years-boyfriend (the boyfriend bit, not the hot bit, that's always been official, and always will be), back to my, empty (at least then it was) house, my bedroom, me, said boyfriend, what do you think we did? Not for the first time or anything (A/N: By the way, I'm an innocent little thirteen year, 14 in September, I will not, repeat, will not be going into details, thank you very much), so aforementioned boyfriend does not go home as usual afterwards as my parents, Mike and Doug went to some food thing, God knows how I managed to get out of it, and weren't supposed to be back until late next morning.
So there I am, lying in Rob's arms, nice and cosy, basically at one with the world. Yeah, not for long. I was woken up at 7am by none other than my mother, who, just my luck, came home early. Needless to say she was not a happy bunny. I think it would be more accurate to say she was furious! When she walked in, to wake me up or something, I guess, she just screamed "Jessica Antonia Mastriani!" using my full name, so not good. She succeeded in what she came in to do, wake me up that is, and Rob woke up too, surprise, surprise. He took one look at my mum, went "Oh shit!" jumped out of bed, pulled on his pants (A/N: You know in England we call them trousers? I like that word so much better, pants are what you wear under your trousers, then you have different types of pants, boys wear boxers or y-fronts(tightie whities, heehee) and girls wear knickers, interesting no? I hear in America you wear panties. Hmmm) and shirt said something about going to work and legged it out of there. All while I sat there, with the duvet pulled up to me, like a deer caught in headlights. Before mum could start shouting I finally came back to Earth, managed to say "Would you look at that I'm going to be late for school!" pulled on yesterday's clothes and ran. Seriously, I ran, as fast as I could, grabbed my school bag, leather jacket, bike helmet, practically jumped onto my Harley (Yay! All those mother/daughter outfits paid off in the end!) and rode full speed to school. I can only imagine what's going to happen when I get home later.
Rob's POV
Fuck. I am in a shit load of trouble. Thank you Jess "Don't worry they won't be back until late tomorrow morning" Mastriani!
Mia's POV
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! My little brother has disappeared! Where the hell is he? I turned around for one second to give Michael a quick smooch, it's only fair, I hardly get to see him now he's in college, I thought Rocky was fine, he was playing on the slide, there were other people there, didn't they see anything? Now he's gone, oh my god I am in so much trouble and my little brother is missing! Oh no, I'm going to cry. Ok, he couldn't have got far. Calm down Mia, I'm sure he's just wondered off for a second. Oh my God I can't find him! No, I'm sure he's fine, no one would have grabbed him would they? There's no reason for that, except he's my little brother and I love almost more than Michael and Fat Louie and do anything to get him back including pay a huge ransom and oh my God I'm a princess, my family's royal, and rich! ROCKY'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: That was rubbish. Never mind. Maybe it will get better. Possibly. There's a slight chance. Or not.