Wednesday, December 16th, 6am, bathroom, Lily's place
I have never, ever been more disappointed in my family before. The GUEST was late at dinner yesterday, so we had to wait an hour for him to show his face up. I was royally getting annoyed (corny ill-timed pun intended). Who does this person think he/she is? Making us go out of our way to make them happy but not even showing up on time? Someone was seriously asking for a good butt kicking. Then we get a call and Lars tells us that he has finally found the GUEST. Turns out that the GUEST refused to get out of the plane because he spotted a suspicious looking person lurking on the runway waving red flashlights at the sky. The flight attendant tried to calm him down by informing him that the guy's job was to guide the planes to a safe landing. The GUEST totally didn't believe her and DEMANDED that Grand-Mere's security personnel come and escort him off the plane. Little did he know that Grand-Mere's personnel consisted only of Lars' and his briefcase full of grenades and 9 millimeters in case of a surprise ambush. When he found out that he only had 1 bodyguard, he called the NYPD via his cell and told them to come protect him unless they wanted him to tell his father on them, whoever HIS father is. I totally wasn't going to like this spoiled brat. So after he told the police his identity and after they called their chief who called the mayor, who called the governor, who called the President himself to verify it, he finally got the SQUAD cars to come. It turned into this gigantic media frenzy. The mayor himself came to greet our GUEST. By this time, it was already 9 pm and we were all getting snappish. Lars practically shoved him into the hotel before the reporters could ask him any questions and before the girls could grab his booty. The GUEST turned out to be, dun dun dun da: his royal highness the Prince of Wales himself, or William for short. So that's who it was! I don't know why Grand-Mere was so secretive about him this morning. Just a prince, no big deal really, well, maybe except for the fact that he made me and Lily's list of the 10 hottest guys on this planet. And except for the fact that I could live off his smile for a week. Just because he has a great body and has hair that just makes you itch to touch, that doesn't make him so special right? Enough lies, I was getting weak-kneed after staring at him for only 15 seconds or so. If Michael ever reads this, my life would be so over. So after giving the Prince the good old genovian welcome, Grand-Mere introduced him to me and vice-versa. And he shook my hand too. Brrr, tingles all over. Grand-Mere successfully ruined my life a minute later by saying:
-Mia, I didn't want to frighten you before, but I must tell you now, the Prince and you are engaged.
Pardon me when I say, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?
- WHAT????
- The queen herself has proposed this arrangement to us and we just couldn't refuse. It seems such a wonderful match!
I realized that William, my BELOVED FIANCEE, was still there.
- I am not even going to talk to you about this, Grand-Mere, I am NOT going to marry him and you can just tell dad that I'm never ever going to become a princess if that means marrying against my will! I don't care anymore!
I kept a bit of my pride and stormed out the room to go to my suit. Lars saw my tear-stained face and just followed me, no questions asked:
- Following me Lars?
- If you're going to go anywhere tonight, you'll need me to drive you there. Don't worry, I'll tell her highness that you just ran outside and I have no idea where you went.
- I really need it, thanks.
So I quickly ran to my room, stuffed a suitcase with school clothes, underwear and some jeans and t-shirts. The rest I could borrow from Lily. At least there's still a few people that I could always depend on. Lars drove me to her apartment and gave me a fresh pack of M & M crunchies. He figured that I needed them more than him. My bodyguard so deserved a raise, maybe I'll tell dad when I decide to talk to him again, in give or take 10 years or so. I took the elevator up and stood outside Lily's door. What was I supposed to say? Then Michael opened the door with a garbage bag in his hand:
- Mia, what's wrong?
I couldn't reply, I just crashed onto his chest and cried. Lily decided to come out too and saw me:
- Mia, what's wrong?
Great minds think alike huh?
- Can I tell you guys tomorrow? I need a warm bed now.
- Sure, our parents are gone for the rest of the week to a convention on child psychology in Delaware. Don't worry.
I leaned on Michael's shoulder as they led me to Lily's room, thankfully she decided to best not comment on my new relationship with her brother just then. Michael lent me an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts to use as pajamas. His Ivory soap scent on them was very comforting. I changed then flopped down onto the bed without even brushing my teeth. I was almost asleep when Lily went to the bathroom. Michael came in while she was away and kissed the top of my head and said " Good night". I somehow knew that tomorrow wouldn't be as horrible, just because Michael is here. I was so incredibly tired, but I just couldn't sleep. I woke up at 4:30 and decided to give up trying. Lily was sleeping like a baby so I didn't want to disturb her. I don't know what I was thinking but I decided to see if Michael was up. When I got to his room, I figured it was a bad idea and turned back to Lily's room. Michael came out:
- Still awake?
- More like, can't sleep.
- Sunrise is in half an hour. Want to join me on my balcony?
It sounded so romantic so I just couldn't refuse. Michael spread out a beach towel on his balcony, got me my jacket and we just sat there for an hour, leaning on each other, freezing our butts off staring at the peach-pink sky. It was one of the best moments in my life.
I have never, ever been more disappointed in my family before. The GUEST was late at dinner yesterday, so we had to wait an hour for him to show his face up. I was royally getting annoyed (corny ill-timed pun intended). Who does this person think he/she is? Making us go out of our way to make them happy but not even showing up on time? Someone was seriously asking for a good butt kicking. Then we get a call and Lars tells us that he has finally found the GUEST. Turns out that the GUEST refused to get out of the plane because he spotted a suspicious looking person lurking on the runway waving red flashlights at the sky. The flight attendant tried to calm him down by informing him that the guy's job was to guide the planes to a safe landing. The GUEST totally didn't believe her and DEMANDED that Grand-Mere's security personnel come and escort him off the plane. Little did he know that Grand-Mere's personnel consisted only of Lars' and his briefcase full of grenades and 9 millimeters in case of a surprise ambush. When he found out that he only had 1 bodyguard, he called the NYPD via his cell and told them to come protect him unless they wanted him to tell his father on them, whoever HIS father is. I totally wasn't going to like this spoiled brat. So after he told the police his identity and after they called their chief who called the mayor, who called the governor, who called the President himself to verify it, he finally got the SQUAD cars to come. It turned into this gigantic media frenzy. The mayor himself came to greet our GUEST. By this time, it was already 9 pm and we were all getting snappish. Lars practically shoved him into the hotel before the reporters could ask him any questions and before the girls could grab his booty. The GUEST turned out to be, dun dun dun da: his royal highness the Prince of Wales himself, or William for short. So that's who it was! I don't know why Grand-Mere was so secretive about him this morning. Just a prince, no big deal really, well, maybe except for the fact that he made me and Lily's list of the 10 hottest guys on this planet. And except for the fact that I could live off his smile for a week. Just because he has a great body and has hair that just makes you itch to touch, that doesn't make him so special right? Enough lies, I was getting weak-kneed after staring at him for only 15 seconds or so. If Michael ever reads this, my life would be so over. So after giving the Prince the good old genovian welcome, Grand-Mere introduced him to me and vice-versa. And he shook my hand too. Brrr, tingles all over. Grand-Mere successfully ruined my life a minute later by saying:
-Mia, I didn't want to frighten you before, but I must tell you now, the Prince and you are engaged.
Pardon me when I say, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?
- WHAT????
- The queen herself has proposed this arrangement to us and we just couldn't refuse. It seems such a wonderful match!
I realized that William, my BELOVED FIANCEE, was still there.
- I am not even going to talk to you about this, Grand-Mere, I am NOT going to marry him and you can just tell dad that I'm never ever going to become a princess if that means marrying against my will! I don't care anymore!
I kept a bit of my pride and stormed out the room to go to my suit. Lars saw my tear-stained face and just followed me, no questions asked:
- Following me Lars?
- If you're going to go anywhere tonight, you'll need me to drive you there. Don't worry, I'll tell her highness that you just ran outside and I have no idea where you went.
- I really need it, thanks.
So I quickly ran to my room, stuffed a suitcase with school clothes, underwear and some jeans and t-shirts. The rest I could borrow from Lily. At least there's still a few people that I could always depend on. Lars drove me to her apartment and gave me a fresh pack of M & M crunchies. He figured that I needed them more than him. My bodyguard so deserved a raise, maybe I'll tell dad when I decide to talk to him again, in give or take 10 years or so. I took the elevator up and stood outside Lily's door. What was I supposed to say? Then Michael opened the door with a garbage bag in his hand:
- Mia, what's wrong?
I couldn't reply, I just crashed onto his chest and cried. Lily decided to come out too and saw me:
- Mia, what's wrong?
Great minds think alike huh?
- Can I tell you guys tomorrow? I need a warm bed now.
- Sure, our parents are gone for the rest of the week to a convention on child psychology in Delaware. Don't worry.
I leaned on Michael's shoulder as they led me to Lily's room, thankfully she decided to best not comment on my new relationship with her brother just then. Michael lent me an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts to use as pajamas. His Ivory soap scent on them was very comforting. I changed then flopped down onto the bed without even brushing my teeth. I was almost asleep when Lily went to the bathroom. Michael came in while she was away and kissed the top of my head and said " Good night". I somehow knew that tomorrow wouldn't be as horrible, just because Michael is here. I was so incredibly tired, but I just couldn't sleep. I woke up at 4:30 and decided to give up trying. Lily was sleeping like a baby so I didn't want to disturb her. I don't know what I was thinking but I decided to see if Michael was up. When I got to his room, I figured it was a bad idea and turned back to Lily's room. Michael came out:
- Still awake?
- More like, can't sleep.
- Sunrise is in half an hour. Want to join me on my balcony?
It sounded so romantic so I just couldn't refuse. Michael spread out a beach towel on his balcony, got me my jacket and we just sat there for an hour, leaning on each other, freezing our butts off staring at the peach-pink sky. It was one of the best moments in my life.