Princess Problems

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Meg Cabot.

Summary: Mia's a freshman princess, Michael's a normal senior. Is there any hope for htem at all?

A/N: I've already written a fic like this, Michael and Mia, and Michael and Mia 2. All the reviews were great but I wasn't really pleased with the story. Then someone reviewed it saying it was good but Michael sounded like a teenage girl. I was about to get really pissed off, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt and reread it. I realized she was right. I'm still not pleased with those fics so I'm creating this one. I hope it's better. I'll see the reviews I get and then add more if people like it, so please review! It doesn't just have to be 'This was awesome' (though I do like that), I'm welcome to criticism too. Please enjoy! Oh also, this is set after Princess in the Spotlight, so if you haven't read that prepare for spoilers.



Chapter 1

Sunday, November 2

I have a boyfriend.

Kenny.

Kenny is my boyfriend.



Why in the world did I say yes??? Instead of princess lessons with Grandmere every afternoon, I should take assertive lessons from Lilly. She's a master at being assertive. It's odd that I've been friends with Lilly since kindergarten, yet none of her assertiveness and boldness has rubbed off on me!

I've wanted a boyfriend since the 7th grade when everyone (well everyone but Lilly and I) started dating and going out with each other. 2 years later I finally have one, yet now I'm wishing things were normal again.

Not that Kenny's a horrible boyfriend. He's just not my type. Sure he's sweet, but he's corny and BORING!!! If I have to hear about Japanese anime one more time, I swear I'm going to go insane. And it's not that I just don't WANT a boyfriend. I don't want Kenny. What I do want, is Michael. He's so sweet. He makes me laugh, unlike Kenny. We can talk for hours and hours. Plus, he looks really good with a shirt off.

If Lilly heard this she'd probably analyze it completely. She'd say I was obsessed with him and he won't ever like me. Unfortunately, she'll never know this. Michael is her brother, after all. If she ever found out she would freak just like I did when I thought she was cheating on Boris with Hank, my cousin. I don't need her to analyze it though. After so many years of her analyzing my ever word, I've finally figured it out. She's in my head all the time. Now everything I say or think I'M analyzing. Who needs Lilly anymore? I have her 24/7 shouting at me, telling me that Michael could never like a flat-chested, 5'9" freshman who also happens to be Princess of Genovia. There's no way he would ever, could ever, like me.

Monday, November 3

After I wrote that last entry Kenny came over to go to the bookstore. There was a famous Japanese anime creator signing her autobiography. I had a date in a bookstore! If I was with Michael this would never happen. We'd go to the movies (and not Japanese anime ones) or go skating or possibly just go to the park for a romantic walk. We would not spend our time in a bookstore waiting for 5 hours to get a copy of a Japanese anime creator's biography signed just to find out that it sold out. No, Michael would actually care where I wanted to go.

But Kenny's not Michael, and I'm never going to get to be with Michael. Michael's a senior. Next year he's going to college! There's no way he'd ever go out with me. Kenny's the best I can do. Lilly can tell I don't like him very much. All day today she kept asking me if I liked him, why I was going out with him, if I was happy. Finally, at lunch, I told her I didn't like him, I went out with him because I wanted to be polite, and did she think I was happy? I lack normal body parts, look like a freak, I'm princess of Genovia, my mom eloped with my algebra teacher, my algebra teacher knocked up my mom, I have to go to princess lessons with Grandmere everyday, and I'm going out with a guy who bores me to death. Oh yeah, I was just peachy. She stared at me and told me I didn't have to get rude about it. Then she analyzed every single part of the above mentioned, starting with my lack of normal body parts. I sometimes really hate being best friends with psychoanalysts' daughter.

Michael never acts like that. At least, I don't think so. I'm not best friends with him so I wouldn't know. Still, I don't think so. He never analyzes my lack of skill in algebra at least. He's kind and considerate and helps me every step of the way. He's perfect. Lilly, unfortunately, being a genius, uses huge words that sometimes I think she makes up, and analyzes my ever state of being. Maybe Michael should be my best friend instead of Lilly...

A/N: Ok, that's the first chapter. Please please please review it!!! I really want to know what you think so my writing can get better. If I get some good reviews I'll continue along this path.