Hurrah! My first authors note. It is long over due I know. Sorry for all those I haven't thanked for a review yet. I'm new to this site and I'm still working out how to work it.

Including being new to this site I have received my first flame.

(Anonymous) flamer-

I would actually be able to respect you if you had something meaningful to critique my writing on. I cannot take anyone seriously who refers to my stories as 'crappety' or refers to me as 'dude'. Also, on your subject of your vocabulary I do not think you have any business being cruel about my writing.

I understand that you desire romance in a story, something which I intend to provide but you could have had the patience to wait and read following chapters instead of bad-mouthing it because I do not have a fully fledged make-out scene first chapter. Romance/ humour genre is about a build up, the story of the characters leading up to events. That is what I am trying to achieve in this story. If you wish to make a proper contribution to this story and my writing feel free to but I do not appreciate your blatant rudeness and cruelty of my work and I thought I should notify you of this before I log on to my account and delete your review.

Ok, now that's out of the way I can get to the happy stuff!

Thankyou so, so much for everyone who gave me such lovely reviews! You have no idea how much I appreciate it. For all the people wondering when M/M is going to come in, don't worry. Believe it or not they are going to meet soon. I just wanted to formulate the main details of the plot first and make it a proper Princess Diaries story.

Thankyou to- Literati Lover, mzventi, eliserock30, MichaelMiaRocks, bia9193, crazyforfanfic2008, catwoman4333.

I can't express how happy you guys make me.

Special thanks to-

Literati Lover- Your review for the first chapter made me so happy! Really?! One of the best TPD fanfics you've ever read? You are so kind!

Eliserock30- I'm so glad I can make you laugh! It's good to know that someone gets my sense of humour! Your reviews make me smile.

Sorry for the huge authors note but it was way overdue to thank you amazing people. Please tell me what you think of this, and of my writing.

Oh, I love long reviews by the way. Hearing what you think of this story is so great.

Also, it might interest you to know that after this is Mia's birthday bash.

-adorationofbooks

My Room, The Loft, Sunday 31st of April, 11:03 p.m.

I have just sat through numerous episodes of Will and Grace, Friends and several showings of the Lifetime movie channel for women.

I have also just polished off an entire ice-cream tub of macadamia brittle.

I feel comforted, amused and slightly empowered.

Why is this? My boyfriend and I have just had a massive argument in the middle of a Starbucks café and I don't feel upset. All I can seem to concentrate on is the dynamic relationship of a gay man and his straight best friend, Chandlers and Monica's heated affair and the fact that Rocky ate what was left of my ice-cream.

This is not normal. Does this signify the brainwashing powers of American television or the fact that I never cared terribly much about my boyfriend in the first place?

If Michael and I had been the ones in a passionate argument would I still be on my bed thinking of how to rearrange my Buffy the Vampire figurine collection or would I be on the phone, begging helplessly for him to forgive me?

It upsets me that I know the answer to this.

Also Michael wouldn't take me to a Starbucks café anyway. He thinks they are a merciless corporation created for inspiring droning masses which his entire being shies away from taking part in.

I shouldn't still remember this.

I have had enough of my mind for one night. I'm going to bed.

My Room, The Loft, Sunday31st of April, 11:43p.m.

J.P. hasn't called, texted or e-mailed.

Lana's right, he's being a bit of a baby.

Oh my God, I can't believe I just admitted this. Why doesn't Biro have some form of delete?

My Room, The Loft, Monday 1st of May, 12:01 p.m.

I'm eighteen now.

My ex is back in town, my boyfriend is not speaking to me, my friends appear to be in a conspiratorial plot against me, I have no idea what college I'm going to and Fat Louie just peed behind the futon.

Happy freaking birthday to me.

My Room, The Loft, Monday 1st of May, 12:30 p.m.

Checking onto my e-mail account I have noticed I've received birthday e-mails from friends and royal alike. They obviously do not know the piteous state my birthday celebration is in.

Here are the following I've received-

Hey Mia,

OH MY GOD!!!!!! You're eighteen!

Happy Birthday Mia!

I can't wait for your party tonight! How many celebrities are going to be there?!

Not that I wouldn't come if there weren't any celebrities there or anything. It's just…celebrities would be so cool!!!

I hope you have a great day and I'll see you at school.

Love Tina,

P.S. - There won't be any sea scallops at your party will there? You know how Boris gets freaked out by any form of amphibian. Remember the frog dissecting thing in Bio?

P.P.S. - I hope you like my present.

P.P.P.S- Bye!

Geek,

Happy Birthday babe! You're eighteen now!

We are so getting you smashed tonight so you can feel the full experience.

Catch you later in homeroom or Calc.

Love ya,

Lana xoxo

P.S. - J.P. isn't still being prissy is he? Dump him and go for the hot robot building ex is my advice.

Hello Mia,

This is Boris, wishing you the happiest birthday and I will see you later in the morning.

From Boris,

P.S. - Hope I didn't cause the fight between you and J.P. If you're broken up (if I'd said this to you earlier Tina would have kicked me again and my violin instructor told me to avoid any injuries that might my obstruct my playing) I highly advise you speak to Michael.

P.P.S- Will Joshua Bell be there tonight?

P.P.S- Tina warned you about the sea scallop incident didn't she? Because I don't want to freak out any of the waiters or Princesses of Monaco like I did during last year's incident at your birthday party.

I also received e-mails from Trish, Shameeka, Perin and Ling-Su but that is not relevant at the moment. What's relevant is this e-mail which freaks me out even more than the rest.

Dear Mia,

I haven't heard from you in a while. I know you're probably busy with all your final exams and everything so good luck with that.

Anyway, even though this is out of turn since it's your turn to reply I hope you have a great birthday. I probably won't be able to celebrate with you this year like the years before (I have no ice-skating rinks at hand and your boyfriend would probably disapprove if I gave you back your snowflake necklace) but maybe we could get together for lunch (yeah, I don't know if you've heard I'm back in town or not) or we could catch a movie and then go to dinner.

Just let me know when your royal highness is free. Should I have called ahead and booked an appointment?

Love Michael.

P.S. - When you've got time could you send me your memoir on Genovian olive oil? I'd love to take a look at it.

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

He sent me an e-mail! With references of my past birthday in it! Which were spent with him!

Seriously, after reading that I'd thought I'd have to call my mother in to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre on me, I was so freaked out. Fat Louie gave me strange looks due to the squeaking noise that was being admitted form my throat, that, and the fact that I collapsed of my wheeler computer chair and onto the floor.

He wants to meet me for dinner. I can't do that! J.P. would have a fit, not to mention the guilt trips he'd give me for it if I even mentioned he so much as e-mailed me to wish me a happy birthday, something which my actual boyfriend failed to do.

He is so sweet! Wishing me a happy birthday and wanting to have dinner with me even after how horrible I was two years ago.

I can't believe I ever treated him that way! I was so psychotic back then. Although I can't really say a lot about my mental health right now and I'm a princess with a psychiatrist on staff.

You can't blame me really. I've never exactly been sound in the head but what going on in my life at the moment would sends anyone over the edge, cause anyone's mind to snap.

He also offered to read my Genovian olive oil memoir which sound like possibly the most boring thing on the planet from first glance. He doesn't even know it's a steamy romance novel set in the 16th century. He thinks it's about olives. What are olives anyway? Do they even classify as a fruit or what?

He really is such a sweet guy. I can see why a fell in love with him. He and Midori will be very happy together.

Wow, I think I just displayed outstanding maturity just then. I wished him and his girlfriend happiness and I didn't even add the words Micro-mini in front of her name.

I remained remarkably, scarily calm throughout the whole thing.

Even thought I'm screaming on the inside.

Do you know what's really scary though?

When you ex starts to become more attentive than your current boyfriend and you feel yourself drifting further and further apart with each passing day.

Did that sound like something out of a TV soap opera or what?

My life is very much like a TV soap opera. Although I wouldn't be in the popular time slot, I'd be that annoying show you wake up to at six in the morning screaming at your family members to turn that stupid crap off.

After all, I'm an eighteen year old princess of a small island-like country who has more than her fair share of issues.

I think I play the part well.