"Faker"
by A Sorta Fairytale
A/N: I decided that while the story was still fresh in my mind I would keep writing. I know how entirely unfair it is for me to wait two months to update. I'm evil, so I'm trying to amend that.
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I do not own "The Princess Diaries," Meg Cabot does. I don't own Rooney, or their members, because if I did I wouldn't have time to write fan fic. TRUST ME on that. The song "Faker" is by Everybody Else.
"Chapter 11: Faker"
Mia's POV
"Amelia, Amelia," I hear a voice waking me up. It's Marie, my attendant. I think I am old enough to set out my own clothing and wake myself up but obviously Grandmere doesn't think so.
"Yes, Marie, I'm awake." I say and gesture for her to stop calling my name, "And I told you to call my Mia!"
"Yes Amel-Mia." she said and quickly scurried to my closet.
I sighed as she set out some summer sheath dress, probably worth more than I would ever realize, and some expensive looking heels. I grabbed my bathrobe and towel and went to take a long hot shower and get ready to start the day. I rubbed the shampoo through my scalp and tried to let the hot water wash the stress from my body. I knew I was going to spend far too much time in the shower this morning, and expected to find a long list of things to do on my bed from Grandmere when I got out.
Jacques' POV
I'm not really a bad guy. But you know what? I have a loyalty to my country that I don't think this girl would ever really understand. Clarice told me that Mia had very mixed feelings towards being royalty, and was unsure as to whether she could handle the job.
Her first problem is admitting weakness. Royalty does not show the commoner that he or she is not perfect. I saw her ungainly fall on the nightly news. If she is going to be my wife she has a lot to learn.
I know from Clarice that she is in love with a boy back at home in New York. Well, this will not do. I know about women. I know she will not fall for me immediately, but it will come with time. Separation from this Michael Moscovitz will do her good.
I near her room and listen at the door, I softly knock and when I hear nothing I walk right in. I hear the shower running the adjoined bathroom and take a look around. She is a true American through and through, I think, staring at her gaudy luggage and possessions lying around the room. Marie is a good attendant though, as she set out a beautiful outfit that will surely highlight Mia's beauty. Perhaps too good of an attendant, as I notice a large package on top of Mia's bed. A small package that was sent overnight express mail from one Michael Moscovitz. Marie should be told to keep anything from Michael away from Mia. I take the package and slip it into my coat pocket. I rest assured that Mia hasn't seen it. If she had she would have opened it up. I hear the faucet stop and quietly leave her room.
Silly girl.
Mia's POV
I get out of the shower feeling much better and walk into my bedroom and notice there is no set schedule for me. I'm sure Grandmere is just running late so I quickly get dressed and get in front of the vanity and begin to princess myself up. I'm just putting the finishing touches on my lip gloss when I hear a soft knock and Grandmere comes in.
"Here to deliver my schedule?" I say dryly.
"No Amelia, actually came to tell you to enjoy your week. I think you need a vacation, and Jacques has a license and so maybe you will learn to realize how beautiful Genovia is. He should be coming to you room in a few minutes." she says and walks out.
My mouth is still open as I wonder what just happened. I have the week off? How is this possible? Maybe this will get my mind off of Michael. He hasn't called...although I can't blame him. I was very upset with him that night. I'm really afraid I haven't made the right decision and that maybe he really did just suffer a lapse in judgement.
"Mia," I look up and see Jacques, impeccably dressed as ever, "I see you are ready, looking beautiful as ever."
I blush, but at the same time, I have this sinking feeling in my stomach, why is he so...suave? "Yes," I reply, "And grab my purse and we leave my room. Grandmere really did pull all of the stops, and I notice we get into a vintage Austin Healy, a very cool car. He lets me play my CDs in the car, even my bubble gum pop mix featuring Britney Spears.
We end up at a small café and we order and talk about all sorts of things. He knows about how hard it is to be royal, and how he hated being controlled by his family. I find a kindred spirit in him...and I start to wonder more and more whether or not he knows I am most likely his future wife. Because it seems to me that he is only being a really good friend. And right now I need one, because Grandmere hasn't wanted me calling New York, which means no Lily, no Tina, and no Shameeka.
Michael's POV
I got a call saying that my package got to Genovia earlier this morning. I haven't left the house, and its already 3 in the afternoon. I keep hoping she'll call, praying she'll call. And nothing. I flip the television on and as I'm scrolling through channels I see her on CNN and my heart jumps. And then sinks. She's having lunch with this handsome man, and she is laughing and smiling. I guess she's not as heartbroken as I am.
I need to go strum on my guitar and stop thinking.
Mia's POV
It's day five of my seven day vacation in Genovia, and still no word from Michael. Fair enough, I wanted him to let things be. I didn't want him to chase me, but in some ways I think I did. I didn't think he would let our relationship go so easily. I wanted him to be my Prince Valiant. In many ways I am very much a child.
At least Jacques is keeping me busy, the more things I do the less my mind drifts to Michael and how much I love him.
Michael's POV
I want to hate Mia. But I can't. How can you hate someone so much when you love them more than anyone else? I want her to feel the way I do, to make her ache for me the way I do, but it's painfully obvious I no longer mean much to her. I begin to sing the chorus to one of my favorite songs, "I can't let her go, I think I'm losing control, my momma said I'd be a lady killer. Can't make her cry, my friends are wondering why, they always thought I'd be a cold heartbreaker. No, I'm just a faker."
But I'll plaster a smile on, and go to Ned's girlfriends birthday party. Because that's what friends do. I need to forget about her. I did my best. I poured my heart out into that song.
Mia's POV
Tonight me and Jacques went to the opera. I actually enjoyed it, as it was a very bawdy opera, and reminded me a lot of "Rocky Horror Picture Show"...well, in French of course. I laughed so hard, but I also found myself wishing it was Michael and not Jacques at my side. We headed back to the palace and I was very happy and content. Jacques had mentioned that he had brought his DVD player and so we decided to have a movie night. I went back to my room, changed into my Old Navy flannel pajama pants and a long sleeve thermal top. I washed the makeup off of my face and began to walk to Jacques room. I walk in and he's not in his bedroom but I see a light on in the bathroom. I decide to wait it out and sit at on of the chairs by the television. I'm such a klutz and I drop his coat that is laying on the back of the chair. As I go to put it back I notice that a package fell out of the pocket. I reach to put it back in when a name stares at me. "Michael Moscovitz." The package is addressed to me, from Michael. And I never got it. And it's sitting in Jacques room. I feel my blood begin to boil and I hear the bathroom door open.
Michael's POV
I'm happy for Ned's girl, and the two look cute together. The party is bumping I must say, the beer is flowing and the music is loud. I danced with a few girls but I kept hoping for a girl like Mia. I didn't find her. I go chill in the living room where a few people are watching "The Simpsons." When it goes to commercial I see that FOX is doing a news item on "Manhattan's Princess and her new beau." Taylor runs in with some Starbuck's and is eating a pastry.
"Great scones!" he says but notices my forlorn look. He offers me a bite but I shake my head. I quickly grab another beer. I can't think about this while sober.
Mia's POV
I plan on cursing out Jacques but I begin to laugh. Hard. He is wearing these ridiculous red silk boxers and is holding a single red rose in his hand. He looks stunned, I guess the "red silk boxers and rose" approach works on the girls in Finland.
"Mia," he says, hurt in his voice, "You do not like me?"
"No Jacques, I don't like anyone who is dishonest with me." I say, seething.
"But I have been straight-forward with you, Mia." he protests.
"Then why did I find this when I accidently dropped your jacket?" I say angrily, holding up the package.
He looks shocked, and finds himself at a loss for words.
"Leave me alone, Jacques, our friendship is over!" I say and begin to stalk out of the room.
He looks at me with a smirk on his face, "Whether or not you like me, Amelia, you will be my wife."
I walk to my room slowly, digesting his words, as they are very true.
A/N: Once again, thank you all for the reviews and keep them coming. It makes me so happy to see my inbox filled with reviews. It makes my day! I know I know everyone wants to see Michael and Mia back together, but trust me, I'm not a sadist, I'm an M/M 'shipper at heart so don't worry!
THANK YOU ALL!!!
by A Sorta Fairytale
A/N: I decided that while the story was still fresh in my mind I would keep writing. I know how entirely unfair it is for me to wait two months to update. I'm evil, so I'm trying to amend that.
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I do not own "The Princess Diaries," Meg Cabot does. I don't own Rooney, or their members, because if I did I wouldn't have time to write fan fic. TRUST ME on that. The song "Faker" is by Everybody Else.
"Chapter 11: Faker"
Mia's POV
"Amelia, Amelia," I hear a voice waking me up. It's Marie, my attendant. I think I am old enough to set out my own clothing and wake myself up but obviously Grandmere doesn't think so.
"Yes, Marie, I'm awake." I say and gesture for her to stop calling my name, "And I told you to call my Mia!"
"Yes Amel-Mia." she said and quickly scurried to my closet.
I sighed as she set out some summer sheath dress, probably worth more than I would ever realize, and some expensive looking heels. I grabbed my bathrobe and towel and went to take a long hot shower and get ready to start the day. I rubbed the shampoo through my scalp and tried to let the hot water wash the stress from my body. I knew I was going to spend far too much time in the shower this morning, and expected to find a long list of things to do on my bed from Grandmere when I got out.
Jacques' POV
I'm not really a bad guy. But you know what? I have a loyalty to my country that I don't think this girl would ever really understand. Clarice told me that Mia had very mixed feelings towards being royalty, and was unsure as to whether she could handle the job.
Her first problem is admitting weakness. Royalty does not show the commoner that he or she is not perfect. I saw her ungainly fall on the nightly news. If she is going to be my wife she has a lot to learn.
I know from Clarice that she is in love with a boy back at home in New York. Well, this will not do. I know about women. I know she will not fall for me immediately, but it will come with time. Separation from this Michael Moscovitz will do her good.
I near her room and listen at the door, I softly knock and when I hear nothing I walk right in. I hear the shower running the adjoined bathroom and take a look around. She is a true American through and through, I think, staring at her gaudy luggage and possessions lying around the room. Marie is a good attendant though, as she set out a beautiful outfit that will surely highlight Mia's beauty. Perhaps too good of an attendant, as I notice a large package on top of Mia's bed. A small package that was sent overnight express mail from one Michael Moscovitz. Marie should be told to keep anything from Michael away from Mia. I take the package and slip it into my coat pocket. I rest assured that Mia hasn't seen it. If she had she would have opened it up. I hear the faucet stop and quietly leave her room.
Silly girl.
Mia's POV
I get out of the shower feeling much better and walk into my bedroom and notice there is no set schedule for me. I'm sure Grandmere is just running late so I quickly get dressed and get in front of the vanity and begin to princess myself up. I'm just putting the finishing touches on my lip gloss when I hear a soft knock and Grandmere comes in.
"Here to deliver my schedule?" I say dryly.
"No Amelia, actually came to tell you to enjoy your week. I think you need a vacation, and Jacques has a license and so maybe you will learn to realize how beautiful Genovia is. He should be coming to you room in a few minutes." she says and walks out.
My mouth is still open as I wonder what just happened. I have the week off? How is this possible? Maybe this will get my mind off of Michael. He hasn't called...although I can't blame him. I was very upset with him that night. I'm really afraid I haven't made the right decision and that maybe he really did just suffer a lapse in judgement.
"Mia," I look up and see Jacques, impeccably dressed as ever, "I see you are ready, looking beautiful as ever."
I blush, but at the same time, I have this sinking feeling in my stomach, why is he so...suave? "Yes," I reply, "And grab my purse and we leave my room. Grandmere really did pull all of the stops, and I notice we get into a vintage Austin Healy, a very cool car. He lets me play my CDs in the car, even my bubble gum pop mix featuring Britney Spears.
We end up at a small café and we order and talk about all sorts of things. He knows about how hard it is to be royal, and how he hated being controlled by his family. I find a kindred spirit in him...and I start to wonder more and more whether or not he knows I am most likely his future wife. Because it seems to me that he is only being a really good friend. And right now I need one, because Grandmere hasn't wanted me calling New York, which means no Lily, no Tina, and no Shameeka.
Michael's POV
I got a call saying that my package got to Genovia earlier this morning. I haven't left the house, and its already 3 in the afternoon. I keep hoping she'll call, praying she'll call. And nothing. I flip the television on and as I'm scrolling through channels I see her on CNN and my heart jumps. And then sinks. She's having lunch with this handsome man, and she is laughing and smiling. I guess she's not as heartbroken as I am.
I need to go strum on my guitar and stop thinking.
Mia's POV
It's day five of my seven day vacation in Genovia, and still no word from Michael. Fair enough, I wanted him to let things be. I didn't want him to chase me, but in some ways I think I did. I didn't think he would let our relationship go so easily. I wanted him to be my Prince Valiant. In many ways I am very much a child.
At least Jacques is keeping me busy, the more things I do the less my mind drifts to Michael and how much I love him.
Michael's POV
I want to hate Mia. But I can't. How can you hate someone so much when you love them more than anyone else? I want her to feel the way I do, to make her ache for me the way I do, but it's painfully obvious I no longer mean much to her. I begin to sing the chorus to one of my favorite songs, "I can't let her go, I think I'm losing control, my momma said I'd be a lady killer. Can't make her cry, my friends are wondering why, they always thought I'd be a cold heartbreaker. No, I'm just a faker."
But I'll plaster a smile on, and go to Ned's girlfriends birthday party. Because that's what friends do. I need to forget about her. I did my best. I poured my heart out into that song.
Mia's POV
Tonight me and Jacques went to the opera. I actually enjoyed it, as it was a very bawdy opera, and reminded me a lot of "Rocky Horror Picture Show"...well, in French of course. I laughed so hard, but I also found myself wishing it was Michael and not Jacques at my side. We headed back to the palace and I was very happy and content. Jacques had mentioned that he had brought his DVD player and so we decided to have a movie night. I went back to my room, changed into my Old Navy flannel pajama pants and a long sleeve thermal top. I washed the makeup off of my face and began to walk to Jacques room. I walk in and he's not in his bedroom but I see a light on in the bathroom. I decide to wait it out and sit at on of the chairs by the television. I'm such a klutz and I drop his coat that is laying on the back of the chair. As I go to put it back I notice that a package fell out of the pocket. I reach to put it back in when a name stares at me. "Michael Moscovitz." The package is addressed to me, from Michael. And I never got it. And it's sitting in Jacques room. I feel my blood begin to boil and I hear the bathroom door open.
Michael's POV
I'm happy for Ned's girl, and the two look cute together. The party is bumping I must say, the beer is flowing and the music is loud. I danced with a few girls but I kept hoping for a girl like Mia. I didn't find her. I go chill in the living room where a few people are watching "The Simpsons." When it goes to commercial I see that FOX is doing a news item on "Manhattan's Princess and her new beau." Taylor runs in with some Starbuck's and is eating a pastry.
"Great scones!" he says but notices my forlorn look. He offers me a bite but I shake my head. I quickly grab another beer. I can't think about this while sober.
Mia's POV
I plan on cursing out Jacques but I begin to laugh. Hard. He is wearing these ridiculous red silk boxers and is holding a single red rose in his hand. He looks stunned, I guess the "red silk boxers and rose" approach works on the girls in Finland.
"Mia," he says, hurt in his voice, "You do not like me?"
"No Jacques, I don't like anyone who is dishonest with me." I say, seething.
"But I have been straight-forward with you, Mia." he protests.
"Then why did I find this when I accidently dropped your jacket?" I say angrily, holding up the package.
He looks shocked, and finds himself at a loss for words.
"Leave me alone, Jacques, our friendship is over!" I say and begin to stalk out of the room.
He looks at me with a smirk on his face, "Whether or not you like me, Amelia, you will be my wife."
I walk to my room slowly, digesting his words, as they are very true.
A/N: Once again, thank you all for the reviews and keep them coming. It makes me so happy to see my inbox filled with reviews. It makes my day! I know I know everyone wants to see Michael and Mia back together, but trust me, I'm not a sadist, I'm an M/M 'shipper at heart so don't worry!
THANK YOU ALL!!!
