A/N: I wasn't planning to do another chapter to Insanity Is Contagious, but this idea kind of grabbed me. So I've decided to do certain parts of Princess In Love that have Michael as a main character. Or the ones where I could picture him freaking out. Such as the part where Mia destroyed Lana's phone, and I will be doing the night of the dance. But they might be out of order and if you want to see a certain part of the book, just let me know.
December 10th
This school just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
Remember Lilly's insane walkout that was supposed to happen at exactly 10:00 today? The one that I insisted was not only pointless and stupid but proves that my sister is even more messed-up than I thought. Well, at precisely 10:00 a fire alarm was pulled at the exact same time as the walkout.
And before you ask, no, I didn't pull it.
You'd think Lilly would be happy about this, wouldn't you? I mean, the entire school was out there, freezing their asses off and trying not to get hit by the delivery trucks zooming around. Which was what her brilliant plan culminated in.
A lot of people were complaining too, and who can blame them? We were all freezing, the school won't let us back in, and we're in danger of being run over by trucks containing boxes of Doritos.
But of course, the biggest complainer is-you guessed it-Lilly.
Here's a sample of her rant:
"Somebody ratted us out! Somebody told! Why else would they schedule a fire drill for exactly the same time as my walkout? I'm telling you, these bureaucrats will stop at nothing to keep us from speaking out against them. Nothing! They'll even make us stand out in freezing drizzle, hoping to weaken our immune systems so we'll no longer have the strength to fight them. Well, I for one refuse to catch cold! I refuse to succumb to their petty abuses!"
If that didn't convince you that Lilly's insane, nothing will.
Mia was trying to talk Lilly into just submitting something else as her topic, but Lilly was having none of it. I could have told Mia that. See, that would be the sane, reasonable thing to do, and since when has Lilly ever been either sane or reasonable?
Come to think of it, Mia was acting a little strange today. Like when Lilly was trying to come up with a list of possible suspects of who pulled the fire alarm, both Mia and Lars looked…carefully blank. Like they could say more than they chose to-
You don't think that-
Nah. There's no way that Mia would-I mean, she couldn't have done it. She's just not that devious.
Right?
God, look at me. I'm turning into the King of Paranoia here.
And that's not even the weirdest thing about today.
I got a love letter. Me. Not Josh Richter, not Justin Baxendale, me.
Un-freaking-believable.
What's even more unbelievable is the cover of the note. It's got a picture of strawberries covered and dripping with chocolate.
Whoever this girl is, she's either a: obsessed with me or b: has got some serious guts.
Inside it says:
Roses are redViolets are blue
You may not know it
But someone loves you
Whoa.
I know who I want the note to be from. Mia.
But seriously, supposing that Mia even did feel this way, would she really have-there's no other way to put it-the balls to do it?
Three months ago, the answer would have been a resounding no way.
But now…I just don't know. Mia's changed ever since this whole princess thing came out. Not that she's become snotty or anything, she's just more outspoken than she used to be. She hasn't turned into Lilly or anything, but still-
This is moot. Mia's going out with Kenny. She's not interested in me.
End of story.
Later…
I'm watching a tape of last night's Buffy, and really trying not to think about the stupid note that sitting on my stupid desk that I'm stupidly hoping is from a certain 5'9" vegan princess.
So far, it's not working.
Later…
My sister's supposed to be a genius, right? So how come she doesn't know the meaning of the word privacy?
Hello, Lil, I have all the ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK signs up for a reason.
Here's what she does. She barges into my room while I'm on the Net, & picks up the stupid note.
Me: (looking up sharply) Hey!
(Lilly's quickly scanning the note and looking amused. I stand up and grab the note away from her.)
Me: Do you mind?
Lilly: Interesting note. Know who it's from?
Me: (deadpan) Sure. Jennifer Lopez. Of course I don't know who it's from! Whoever it is didn't sign it!
I'll admit it, that fact is really starting to piss me off.
Lilly: (shaking her head in apparent disgust) You really don't know who it's from, do you?
Me: (getting even more annoyed) Didn't you just hear me? I don-wait. You know who it's from?
Lilly: (looking at me and smirking) You know, Michael, for a guy who's going to an Ivy League school, you're unbelievably dense sometimes. (Turns and walks out while my jaw is nearly hitting the floor in disbeilef.)
Lilly knows (or thinks she knows) who the note's from.
And knowing her, hell will freeze over before she tells me.
So here's the rundown on my life: The girl I'm crazy about has a boyfriend and has no clue how I feel, I've got a secret admirer who won't reveal herself, my whacko sister's planning to overthrow the administration of Albert Enstein, and I'm actually involved in a school event.
Where's an apocalypse when you need one?
