So it didn't really work as I got only 4 reviews so far. Damn! But anyhow I'm updating now on behalf of my being so nice and all and wanting to please my nice lovely reviewers. (BTW Saltythe… -sorry I'm being lazy- Yeah you're back! Oh and what did you mean by "PF!"? Sorry if it sounds terribly stupid and should be obvious but I really have no clue. Oh and Robtaymatlouned, you made my day! I mean because I so love your stories, it had to make me really happy when you said mine was cute. Thumbs up for both Marieke and Reveiw-happy as well! :)
Keep reviewing so I feel like updating!
Oh. And DISCLAIMER: I shamefully stole Meg Cabot's characters!
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I always knew breaking up with Kenny would not be an easy task. I just hadn't realise it would be that difficult. I think rule #1 should be: never break up at your boyfriend's place. Unfortunately I didn't follow this rule. No, I went to see Kenny right after Princess lessons. Which was really a bad idea, because hello who happens to live in the Showalter mansion? Well… surprise, surprise: the whole Showalter family! And you hardly want to break up with your boyfriend when all his family is listening... Plus the first thing Mrs. Showalter did when she saw me was to scream and hug me. Apparently she was delighted to meet me at last. "Oh Mia, she said, holding me so tightly I actually was about to suffocate, I'm so happy to meet you. Kenny never stops speaking about you. It's such a sweet boy. I'm glad to know you're his girlfriend."
Pretty embarrassing! What was I supposed to answer? Something like: "Actually Mrs. Showalter I came here to break up with Kenny, cause, you see, I don't love him!"? Instead I went for "Yes, he is really sweet and nice… and pretty intelligent as well. But uh… things are not that simple… Uh, can I speak to Kenny?"
I could see Mrs. Showalter was starting to like me a little less already. She stopped smiling altogether for example. She then asked Kathy (Kenny's sister. Apparently everybody in the Showalter family has a name starting with the letter -K-) to bring me to Kenny's room "where the poor little sweet boy was in agony, because of a heartless girl" (Gosh! If she is already insulting me now when I have not yet broken up with Kenny, what will it be when I'll live the house? I am not that impatient to know though).
And there Kenny was! Lying on his bed. His nose all swollen and red, his cheeks whitish, his eyes half shut. He looked awful! I really felt bad. I mean I was the reason why he was in that state. And worse, I was also going to break his heart. I really felt like puking.
Kenny: Hey Mia! I'm so happy to see you. How did you like my serenade yesterday?
Me: Uh… I never heard it. I was not home.
Kenny (forlorn): Oh… That was what your mom was trying to say then. I could not hear what she was screaming at me.
Me (hating myself): I'm sure I would have loved it though…
Kenny: Really? You know I can sing another one for you. I mean when I feel better.
Me: Oh no. That's ok. … Kenny, we have to speak.
I actually started crying. I mean I was being such a witch. How could I? But I had to. I couldn't go on and pretend I loved his kisses and enjoyed his company. And I also think I have the right to be happy with the man I love (and have been in love with like for my ENTIRE life)
Kenny (looking concern): Mia, what's the problem?
Me (still crying): Kenny… I'm so sorry. You're so nice and I like you. Yes I do. But I don't love you.
That's when I started sobbing hysterically. Only now Kenny was crying too.
Kenny: It's ok Mia. You don't have to love me as much as I love you. Maybe you're not ready yet to give your heart to someone. But I will wait, I'm sure you'll learn to love me. Meanwhile I promise I won't French you for some time.
Me: No Kenny! You don't understand! We can't be an item anymore…
Kenny (crying even more): But why? Mia, I love you!
Me: I know but I think of you as a friend only. And to be honest, I have this thing for that other person… It would not even be fair for you if I stayed with you…
Kenny: …
Me: I hope you understand.
Kenny: I guess I do. After all I knew it would happen. You have been acting strange lately. I actually suspected you had a crush on someone else.
Me: Really? Was it so noticeable?
Kenny: Kind of. But don't worry, I won't tell it to anyone. I guess it must be hard enough for you. I mean seeing that you are a princess and all. You are not really expected to… to be free to experience this kind of unconventional love.
Oh come on! Being in love with one's best friend's brother isn't that unconventional. Or did he mean it's not conventional to be in love with non-royalty when one is a princess? But why should it be any different with Michael than with Kenny. Kenny is not royalty either.
Me: What are you …?
Kenny: Besides I doubt this person will ever love you back.
Me: Why not? I know for sure that this person has feelings for me.
Kenny: Oh Mia! Are you blind? You can't compete against Josh Richter!
Josh? What the hell does it have to do with Josh? Josh and Michael? Nonsense!
Me: Uh Kenny… I don't think you really know what you're speaking out.
Kenny: Come on Mia! I know it already. I'm not asking you to do your coming out or anything. But you can trust me, you know.
Me (both amazed and indignant): Coming out?
Kenny: Yes, I know how you feel about Lana.
Me: Then you must know that I hate her.
Kenny: Don't even try to deny it. Ever since she came to live with you, you've been terribly distant with me. You always find an excuse to go back home as quickly as possible (to spend time with her I guess). You are always turning around her: at lunch break, in gym, in class… you even talked us into going to the movies when she'd be there. And the poem, it was all about her! I'm not stupid Mia. I know what is that feeling you have about her.
Me: Nausea?
Kenny: …
Me: Seriously Kenny, I am not having any romantic feelings about Lana. The girl is a pain in the… well, you see where. And I'm not really interested in girls in that way. I'm more into guys, especially Mich… uh… my kind of guy… is uh masculine.
Kenny: Ah… ok. Hard to hear that… I somehow would have accepted it much better if you had been into girls.
And he started crying again.
Kenny: I really would have given anything to be with you. But I guess you are too perfect, too wonderful for me.
Gees… I think I deserve to have Grandmère in my life after all seeing how I just destroy one nice guy's dreams.
Me: Once more I'm so sorry Kenny. It's not about you: you're a great guy. (Ok I know this is terribly cliché: girls always say such kind of things to guys they dump or they refuse to go out with –I mean when the guy is nice enough- but I had to tell him something which was kind. Who knows, it might have made him feel better) You deserve a girlfriend who will treat you in a better way. So now I'm going to leave. I wish we could stay friends but I'd understand if you didn't want to.
And so I left him. We were both still crying. But that didn't seem to move Mrs. Showalter as I heard her whisper something which sounded very much like "tramp" when I went pass her. So ok, I'm a monster and I just broke her son's heart. Maybe I deserve to be insulted but I just don't think that kind of insult was appropriate. Breaking up with Kenny hardly makes me a tramp! Non mais!
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I'm back home now. I locked myself in my room with Fat Louie for one entire hour. That way I could cry in peace. Lana couldn't come to mock me. I don't feel that bad anymore though because whenever I remember Kenny was actually thinking I was turned on by Lana, I either start to laugh like crazy or I think he actually deserved to be dumped. I mean how could he imagine that I was in love with Lana? I should tell Lilly to psychoanalyse him!
Mom has noticed something's wrong (since my eyes are still reddish), so I told her I had broken up with Kenny. She was a bit surprised but she too thinks it was a good thing to do seeing that I don't like him that much. She also got terribly pissed off when I told Mrs. Showalter had been calling me names. If I hadn't prevented her, she would have gone to confront her. It's nice to feel supported by your mom.
Also I have been waiting for hours to hear from Michael. I'm afraid he didn't find the poem or else he just didn't understand it. But why on earth did I write it in French?
The phone rang once though but it was just Lilly. So, ok, I gave her somewhat of a cold shoulder but it was just too depressing to hear her voice when I was expecting Michael's. Anyhow, it turned out she didn't even want to speak with me… but with Lana! Has the world gone crazy? So I spied on them (It's only natural. I mean I have to do everything to protect my best friend from evil Lana) and it was just Lilly asking Lana if she would agree to be interviewed on "Lilly Tells It Like It Is" because she –Lana, I mean- is (just quoting) "our school's best asset. And actually the most beautiful, popular and interesting girl Lilly had ever met. Surely the whole school would like to know a little more about her". I could tell Lana was really pleased, she couldn't stop playing with her hair. And of course she agreed. I just hope our plan will work.
I just check my e-mails for the hundredth time but still nothing from Michael. He is not using Instant Messenger either. I just hope it's because he is too busy translating my poem. OMG the phone is ringing. Please, please, please let it be Michael!
