Authors Notes: Okay, well, I lied. I said only one more chapter, but then! I got this great idea in my head and kind of…changed my plot. ::Twiddles thumbs and looks around innocently:: DON'T KILL ME. I am writing the last part RIGHT now. I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Princess Diaries. Nope, not me.

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Thursday, a month later

There is a point in a person's life when everything they've ever wanted or not wanted comes together. My mom always told me that when that moment comes I would know, because I will feel this overwhelming joy in my heart. She said that moment was when she married Mr. G (which was like, Hello? What about me? What about when I was born? But, whatever.)

And she was right, you do know when that moment is. And for me, it started when I was in the kitchen eating with Mr. G. Even though we never eat in the kitchen; we were for some reason.

"You know Mia," he said to me between chews. "You will, eventually, have to do your math homework." He pointed his fork at me.

God, the headaches of having a math teacher for a Stepfather, I swear. "I know," I said to him. "But that doesn't have to be now."

As we ate, we watched TV (Yes! For Christmas my mom got a TV for the kitchen!) Well, sort of. It was more like, Mr. G was watching TV and I was staring down at my plate wondering what the heck I was eating. My mother, tragically, cooked dinner. Apparently, she is at that stage where she wants to cook. Well, that's what she told me, but I don't ever remember hearing that stage of pregnancy. God help us all if this continues.

As I was eating I heard, "Up next! New York's most wanted man!" but was I listening? No. I remember hearing it now, but it never clicked. I should have been listening, but I am spacy, of course.

"Mia!" my mother bellowed from her room. I got up and went to her room. Sometimes, she can be very needy. For instance, she just made dinner and now, she is lying in bed, making us all wait on her hand and foot. I guess I don't mind that much, considering she is carrying my sibling, and I wouldn't want something to happen to him/her, like mutated or something.

"I need…" she gasped out and raised her hand to me. Okay, I know this is mean but she was being a baby, I swear. "Pickles…"

Pickles? She wants pickles? At nine o'clock at night? The sun had set about an hour ago and it was dark outside. Plus, to get to the store I had to go through an alley and down a excluded flight of steps. Not that I am scared of the dark, mind you. But still, I could just be walking, minding my own business and BANG a scary stalker man can jump out of the shadows and murder me! Or worse! I could trip down the stairs and break my neck, and no one would find me till the next morning. Things like this are quiet scary.

So, I voiced them to my mother, but she just started crying. Crying, I am not even exaggerating. Well, whatever. So I went. To the store, I mean.

It was chilly outside so I grabbed a coat and went on my way. On my way out into the murderous streets of my town, with stalkers and psychos lurking at every corner. Okay, well not really. But close enough.

Anyway. As I walked, my mind started wandering to things about Michael. Could Michael be out there? Hiding in the shadows waiting to kill me, right along with the other murderers. Well I mean, he was a murderer after all. Killing all those people. What is up with that anyway? I mean, geez, go on a killing spree why don't you, God.

I got chills down my back thinking of all the people that had died in the hands of the man I loved. For heaven's sake, it scared me. It did. I mean, I wasn't scared before. But I was then, and I wanted to cry. I really did. How could he do this to me? It wasn't fair. I knew I was being selfish, but sometimes a girl can be like that, right? RIGHT?

Well, maybe not.

I thought I was scared just walking, thinking about the murderers and crazy people. Ha! Let me tell you, it is definitely scarier when you hear footsteps behind you and then a tap on your shoulder.

Whoa, boy. My heart leapt into my throat and I swiveled around, my arms in the Kong fu position that Mr. Spelling had taught me. Come and get me crazy man. Feel the wrath of Mia.

But, as it turned out, it wasn't someone trying to kill me. Well, not yet anyway. It was just Kenny. A very startled looking Kenny, let me tell you.

I slowly lowered my arms and started at him. "Oh, hi Kenny." Wow, I was so enthusiastic to see my boyfriend, huh? Well, I kind of was, considering that I realized my body wasn't going to be mutilated and stuck in a dumpster somewhere.

To say the truth he looked nervous. "Oh…hey Mia. Um." He kept looking around the area, his eyes wide and alert. He leaned back on his heals, with his hands in his pockets.

Geez, what a nut case. "Kenny," I said soothingly. I really did need to get those pickles before my mom did something drastic like, kill Mr. G or something. "What's wrong?"

"Mia… I need to tell you something."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Oh lordy, here we go. Please, please don't say you love me, or anything Kenny, or I swear. I will run. What? You don't believe me? I will!

Okay, well not really. But! Something else non-cool like that.

"I know." Those two words, just those, hit me like a stampede.

He knew. Oh, God, he knew! What would he do to Michael? Would he tell the police, and then have him put it jail. No, no, no! He can't.

I was so mad at Michael then, for putting me in this position. The position of either turning him in, or keeping someone else from doing it. Then, I wanted to kill Kenny. I swear. I just wanted to get rid of him. Off 'em.

Michael, save Michael.

But, of course I wouldn't. I mean, I am not a psychopath or anything. I am no Michael. But the thought was appealing. Okay, now I know there is nothing wrong with Kenny. Sure, he's a sweet, charming guy who deserved people not to be thinking about offing him, but geez. Why is he telling me?

Wait, did I answer yet?

"You…know?" I choked out.

He nodded. "Yes, I know."

Geez oh man. He looked very scary, I almost started crying. His eyes darted behind me and a look of horror crossed his eyes. I swirled around. "What? What is it Kenny?"

He grabbed my arm and turned my to face him. "Mia! Mia, I need to tell you, he-"

Then he paused. He what? "He what, Kenny. Michael what?"

He looked confused. "Michael?"

Okay. So he wasn't talking about Michael. So who was he talking about? I got confused. Were we not just talking about Michael being a murderer, or has my mind slipped me?

"Michael?" he said again, his eyes searching my face. "What? No. No! Not Michael. Mia, look. Please. He- He's after-"

But I never learned who was after what, because at that moment we both caught sight of a gun glittering from the street light. It was pointed right at Kenny, and he quickly pulled me behind him at the exact moment that a blast filled the night silence.