Authors notes: Here ya go! Last chapter of this story. ::Gaping:: This is amazing, I have only ever finished one story in my entire life. And it wasn't a chapter story, this is! Ack! I am so excited. I know…it wasn't that great, but I tried to make it funny lately. I got better at writing like Meg Cabot, because, well, I have just read five of her books right in a row. LoL, I am such a dork, I swear. All the mediator, and then Princess in Love. ::Squeal:: Which was the best one YET!!! I love the way Meg writes! It's so easy and fun. It's my goal to become a real author, and she's my latest inspiration. I know I'm not that good at writing yet, but I plan to get better, I swear. I hope you all will help me in my future stories. Thank you for reading this all the way through (even if you skim like Ai). I love you all, and you guys have been so great to me. I give you my internal gratitude. Thank you! ;) (Sorry if this doesn't turn out like you all thought.)

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I screamed and Kenny staggered backwards into me, and we both fell to the ground. It was just like on Sailor Moon that one time when Zoisite stabbed Darien with that crystal, and we all found out they were the rulers of Crystal Tokyo, and then it burst out into the "My Only Love" song? Well, it was like that. Except no one was singing in the back round, because well, he wasn't my only love. He wasn't my love anything.

But you got to feel sorry for a guy that was just shot. I mean, I am not that cruel hearted. And hey, he did try to save me, after all.

I looked down at Kenny. He was still breathing, thank God. But my relief did not last, because then another shot rang out, and I swear, I heard the bullet whiz past my ear. Okay, this was so not cool. Whoever did this, is going to get his butt kicked. I turned and glared into the darkness.

"What do you want?" I called out.

"Oh, nothing. Except now you have to die." A deep voice said. Something in my heart shifted at the familiarity of the voice. "He did tell you, did he not?" Then he walked out of the shadows, showing his face.

For a couple of seconds I stood there in shock, just staring at him. Dylan? What did Dylan have to do with this, and why did he want to kill me? Then, it hit me. I am so slow at times, I swear. I mean, it was right there in front of my face, all the hints and clues. Why didn't I see it? God, sometimes I make myself sick.

It was him. He was the killer.

Then, relief hit me like the bullet had hit Kenny. Right smack dab in my center. It felt really, really good to know that it wasn't Michael. I almost had to sit down and put my hand to my heart. Seriously! Just like the people in olden Times. Hey, maybe I could even fan my face.

"So." Dylan said, grabbing me from my thoughts. "Bye, bye little girl."

All right, I'm sorry, but that was very ANNOYING. I am not a little girl, I mean, I am the same age as him. God, men, I swear. I just glared at him. Right, like he was going to take me down. It took a lot more than a gun to kill a Princess.

He shot.

And missed.

Ha! Loser.

Oh, look at me! I am Mr. Can't-Even-Shoot-A-Gun-Wanna-Be-Killer-Guy. Well, it didn't scare me. Nope, not one bit. Sure, I guess it should have, but I was way beyond caring. He did, after all make me think the one person I love was a murderer and, well, he shot Kenny. He could have killed him. The bastard.

But, apparently he wanted to go for another round. He started circling me. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here."

Okay? Did he not know that it was me, or was he just playing with me? Because, he shouldn't do things that make me mad. He really shouldn't.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Because," he said, "I want to."

He wanted to? He killed people because he wanted to?

"Oh, sweet, sweet Mia. Don't you understand? Whoever finds me out, has to go."

Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me. Great, now I was trapped. Smooth move Mia.

I could feel his breath in my ear. "Looks like its time to die." He pushed the point of the gun to my head, pressing it hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited. But, it never came. So, I did what any normal person would have done in that situation. I slammed my heel down on his foot, grabbed the gun and flung it away. He yelped and let go.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur, considering all the screaming and yelling, hair pulling and punching. I really lost my mind for a minute, because I didn't even hear the reeer-reeer of the sirens coming our way. And before I knew it, Dylan was being hauled away in handcuffs, giving me bad looks.

Well, that was certainly weird!

Ha. Come ladies and gentlemen, to the crazy life of a Princess!

I heard Kenny moan, and kneeled down in front of him, grasping his hand in mine. "It's okay Kenny," I said softly into his ear. "Everything's going to be all right."

And everything was. Kenny was shipped off in a stretcher, me holding his hand. "Mia?" he would croak out every now and then. I would just squeeze his hand and say. "I'm here, Shhh…"

They wouldn't let me go past the emergency doors, so I sat in the waiting room for a while, before some nice looking man asked me if I needed a ride home. I said no thank you, and decided it was high time I left for home.

But let me tell you, I sure didn't forget those pickles, no sir'e.

When I got home my mom, Mr. G and Grandmere showered me with hugs and kisses and "are you all right's?" I handed my mom the pickles, and she burst into tears. Boy, this pregnancy thing sure is tricky!

The next day, after I was rested and well, my mom demanded that I go see Kenny at the hospital. Which I didn't mind, I did want to go see how he was, after all. It was, sort of, my fault that he got shot.

I stopped at his door and took a deep breath. Oh Lordy, this was going to be tough. I had to break up with him, I know I did. But how could I? After all he did to save me. I raised my hand and raped my knuckles on the door.

"Come in."

His weak, tired voice made my heart ache. It was a terrible feeling, let me say. I slowly turned the knob and stuck my head in. "Hey…Kenny. I just came in to say, well, Hi."

A smile lit his face. "Hey, Mia." He motioned me with his hand to come inside. So I did. Go in the room, I mean. I sat in one of the chairs and folded my hands in my lap, not knowing what to say.

"Mia, I…" his voice cracked. I watched in dismay as he coughed up some blood, then bend to take a drink from his glass. That…was the grossest thing I have ever seen. "I need to tell you something Mia. Will you listen?"

I nodded.

"Well…it's about Michael." He looked up at me when he said this, like he was judging my reaction. I stiffened, and he sighed. "But first, I want to let you know how sorry I am."

"For what?" He didn't do anything. It was that stupid Dylan.

"For not telling you in time, that he was the one who…well, killed Josh and the others." He looked down at his blood-covered lap. Major Ew.

I reached out and patted his shoulder. "It's okay Kenny, don't worry. See? We're all safe." I offered him a smile.

He sort of smiled back. "Yeah, well. What was with that guy anyway?"

Geez. "Who? Dylan? They told me he had some problems, and would be spending a lot of time in the asylum."

"Oh." Was all he said.

Okay. I wanted to know. So sue me. "What about Michael?"

He fidgeted in his bed. "Well…He- Well, he. I think we should break up."

I blinked at him. "Excuse me?" Well, this was better than I planned! I didn't have to break up with him. I mean, because eventually I would have. Not today, of course.

"I think we should break up, because well. Someone else likes you. And, I think you like him too." He looked at him, his eyes watering up.

Oh, great. "Who?" I asked.

"Michael."

My heart started to beat faster. Michael liked me? Michael! He liked me? No, no. Kenny is lying. It's all some big prank. I tried to think of the date; maybe it was April Fools. But, my mind was too screwed up to think. Oh, God, Michael. Huh, who would have thought?

"Yeah." I heard Kenny say. "He likes you. He…well, told me."

I stared at him. Michael told him this? Since when is Michael, big-Mr.-Sharer?

"Please, don't tell Michael I told you. But, I couldn't hold it any longer. I didn't want you tied down by me, when Michael was up and sending you letters."

What? Letters? "What are you talking about, Kenny?"

"The letter," he said. "With the picture of you?"

Oh, God. Michael had sent that letter! It was from him! Well, I guess I already knew that. Considering I thought he was trying to KILL me. But, no, this was different! It was because he liked me! "It's about you Mia, don't you see that? It's always been for you." The words rang in my head like a bell. It all made sense. The picture, when we were little. He liked me since we were little! I about died, I swear. I think my heart stopped for a couple of seconds.

Michael liked me. Michael with the washboard abs, and great personality- liked me.

"Don't be mad at me for stealing the picture from your room, please Mia." I barely heard him. I just nodded. "I did it for him. I did it for you. I love you both so much."

I really looked at him then, with tears in my eyes. I basically flung myself into his arms and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Kenny."

He laughed and pushed me away, then winked. "Go get 'em, tiger."

The next day at school everyone was crowding around me, and asking me questions. It kind of suffocated me, and I couldn't wait to get away from them.

There was a bruise on my temple where Dylan had pinched my skin with the gun, and it was giving me a pounding headache. And plus, I hadn't seen Michael yet.

"Mia, are you okay?"

"Mia, what happened?"

"Mia! How dare you put him in jail! He was hot!" Okay, well. I only got one of those, but still. It was weird, I mean, who says that? I almost died and someone wanted to know why I did such a thing because he was hot? Sure, he was hot. But, my life is more important! I turned and tried to see who had said that but lost the battle.

"Mia! I am so sorry!" Well, that was new. It was always a first when I saw Lana bouncing down the hall towards me, tears running down her cheeks. I looked behind me, expecting to find Josh, but then I remembered. I looked back at her at the same second she bounded into my arms. "Oh! Mia! Please forgive me! I didn't know!

Least to say, I was shocked. Lana hugging me and asking for forgiveness? Maybe I had a concussion and I should really be in the Doctors office. "For what?" I asked the hallucination of Lana.

"For sending that death threat! Oh, it was just a big joke." She choked on her own sobs, and me, being the nice, sweet, sensitive person that I am, hugged her back- just to make her calm, of course. I wanted her to stop, I mean she's my hallucination, she should do what I wanted.

Wait. What? The death threat? LANA had sent me that letter? I pushed her away and glared at her. "You did what?"

Then it hit me. She wasn't a hallucination, she was real, because she had done something only Lana would do.

She just sobbed some more. "I didn't know Mia, I swear. I didn't know." God, she just looked so much like a puppy in a window that I just had to forgive her.

I sighed. "It's okay Lana." I said weakly. "You didn't know."

She sort of smiled at me through her tears, and then one of her friends came up and pulled her away. She turned and waved.

Well, maybe this was the start of a new friendship.

Right.

"Mia!"

I sighed in frustration and turned. "WHAT?!?"

Lilly stopped in her tracks, and glared at me. "Well, fine Mia. I was just going to explain my bad choice of actions to you, but…whatever." She turned to go.

Errr!! Me and my big mouth, I swear. Something I really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut. What is with me anyway? "Lilly, wait." I grabbed her arm to stop her.

Lilly turned and looked at me. "Well. I just want to apologize for the way I acted."

This guessing game was making my head worse. "When?" I asked weakly.

She glared at me. "When you came to my house. I just didn't want…" She looked at me. JUST SAY IT ALREADY!!!!!!!!! "I didn't want you to know that I was befriending Sontanna."

I smiled at her, then put my arms around her. "It's okay Lilly. Don't you worry." Well, this day was turning out to be quite a good day, let me tell you. Oh, sure. I had the occasional glares and grumbles from Dylan's many fans (Hello? It so was not my fault people). But, I didn't know how great my day was until I ran into Michael.

He sort of just came up to me and looked down with those big, sad eyes. "Hey, Mia. You okay?"

My heart started to beat faster as I stared at him. Oh, God. This was crazy, why do I love this man so much? "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks to Kenny."

Something clouded over his face, and I swear. He almost cried. Ha, I can't even believe it. Michael crying? This was new. I sort of moved closer to him and tilted up my head. I couldn't help but feel cocky now that I knew he liked me: I hope.

"Mia," he breathed. "I need to let you know…" and then he talked. For about twenty minutes, I swear. Okay, well, maybe not twenty, but it sure did seem like it! Time sure does go slow when you want to kiss those lips that keep moving nonstop. "I want to tell you this…I mean, I could have lost you, you know?" Those soft…kissable lips… "And I only went out with her because, well, I wanted to make you jealous…" I stopped at that. Excuse me?

I smiled up at him. Well, well, well. So he wanted to make me jealous did he? Right then and there I stopped listening to him. Well, it's now or never. I got up on my tiptoes, and took one look at his startled expression, before I pressed my lips against his. He sort of choked, then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I felt his mouth turn up into a smile against mine.

I sighed into his lips.

This was heaven.

So, that was my perfect day. No, I don't think it could get any better than that. I think that will be the best day of my life, until I die, I swear.

And that, is a fact.