Thursday, January 3rd,
After school, on the subway
I'm going to go see Michael. Lilly told me at lunch that if I didn't tell him within the week, she'd email him the news. Needless to say, that wouldn't be the best scenario. Lars is sitting next to me and watching the subway car for evildoers while reading a new issue of Soldier of Fortune. I don't think he likes the subways much.
I'm so scared. What'll Michael think? I mean, he's only 22, just graduating from college, doesn't have a good job lined up. I'm 18, I'm still in high school, and whatever I do will be known by the entire freaking world. This really doesn't look good. The future ruler of a country should not be getting pregnant while she's in high school. I don't think the Genovians will like this.
Oh my God, what if we have to get married? I mean, I really like Michael, but marriage? That's really scary. This whole thing is getting scary. Must think about something else.
Ooh, the Soldier of Fortune cover is neat looking. I think I'll just read over Lars' shoulder for a little while.
Or not. It's our stop. Dun, dun, dun, dun...Time to tell Michael.
Later
Well, I guess that wasn't THAT bad. I didn't get a "WHAT?!" in response this time.
When Lars and I got to Michael's apartment, he was kind of surprised to see us. Lars politely waited outside while Michael and I went into his bedroom to talk.
"So what's going on?" he asked with a smile. "You don't usually come over unannounced."
"Umm...well..." I sat in the chair by his desk and fidgeted a little and looked at my shoes. "Umm...Well, I have some important news."
"Good or bad?"
"That depends on how you look at it."
"This isn't sounding good. What is it?"
"Umm..." I concentrated on my combat boots, because combat boots are always safe to look at. People's faces are not. "I'm, uh, pregnant."
Michael didn't say anything. After a few seconds, I glanced up at him. All the colour was drained from his face and he kept opening his mouth and closing it, as if he wanted to say something and then decided not to. He looked a little bit like a fish, because his eyes were so wide and his mouth kept opening and closing. It would have been really funny if I wasn't so scared that he was going to faint or something.
"Michael? Are you all right?"
Michael's eyes suddenly refocused themselves and he stared at me. "You're not joking...are you?" he said slowly. "If you are, Mia, it really isn't funny."
I swiveled around in Michael's desk chair and started studying my feet again. "No. Not joking."
When I turned in a full circle, Michael's head was in his hands and he was muttering, "Oh God, this sucks."
"I agree."
"Mia? Who else knows?"
"Umm...Mom, Frank, and Lilly."
"You told my sister that you were pregnant before you told me?"
Oops.
"Well, she called, and it kind of slipped out."
Michael was still holding his head. "Oh God...What the hell are we going to tell your grandmother?"
I twisted a strand of hair around my finger. "I was hoping you had an idea."
"And you haven't told your father yet? And the press obviously doesn't know, but when they all get their hands on this story, we're dead. God, this sucks."
I can see the headline right now: Princess Mia is Pregnant Out of Wedlock! Carrying the Tradition on for Another Generation!
Wow, I'll be a great role model after the entire free world hears about this.
"Yeah, it does. What are we going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know. Umm...Mia? Could you possibly go home for a while? I need to work and maybe bash my head against the wall repeatedly."
"All right. Bye, Michael." I gave him a kiss and walked out of the room.
Lars and I took the subway back home. I guess that turned out better than I thought it would. I mean, Michael didn't have a total emotional breakdown and he didn't start screaming or anything. Under the circumstances, I think we can call that succesful.
Friday, January 4th,
3rd Period, English Comp Class
I love English Comp. Mrs. Stellmacher is so senile that she never notices when I'm not writing a paper for her. It's the only class where I can always get away with writing in here. Too bad Lilly's not in my class. We could have talked--we really need to--but she has AP Calculus this period.
I don't like anyone in this class actually, which is too bad, because if I really want to talk to someone.
Someone other than Rebecca "Call me Becky!" Peart. She keeps passing me notes and trying to talk to me. Becky transferred to Albert Einstein last year. She's very pretty, with blonde hair like Lana Weinberger's, but she's really unpopular. I don't know why. Maybe it's because Becky gets on everyone's nerves. The weird thing is that she doesn't notice and goes about life as if everyone loves her.
She just passed me another note:
Hi, Mia!
I was wondering if I could sit with you and those other girls at lunch today. Please? I made a new fly-fishing lure. You can have it if you want.
Love, Becky
I mean, what kind of note is THAT? Not only is it majorly strange to make fly-fishing lures when you think fly-fishing is a cruel form of torture to defenseless little fish, but she's so...I don't know. I think the word might be simpering. Why can't she go follow someone else around?
Wait, I've just remembered why I don't like Becky. The first day she saw me, she asked for my autograph. That was uncomfortable. I can't believe she didn't try to make Lilly take a picture of me with her.
I didn't want to reply to Becky's note, but my conscience decided I had no choice:
Hi, Becky
Sure. You can sit with us. And I guess a fly-fishing lure would be cool. Thanks for the offer.
Mia
After she read it, her face brightened and she smiled at me. And now I feel really bad for writing about her in here. Damn my conscience.
A/N: Hi everyone!
First of all, sorry if Michael is OOC. We have trouble writing him. He's just so...hard to write. Unlike Mia. Mia's easy. We tried to keep him in character, though. Did we do all right?
Secondly, we apologize for Becky's prescence. She annoys us, too. However, we want Mia to whine about something other than "Ohmigod, I'm pregnant", because that gets boring. As a random note, her name was picked from the telephone book. We used Kia's magic foot to point to the right first and last names.
Since Kia has nothing she wants to say, and because the following has nothing to do with her, I can now write in singular pronouns! Yay!
A mini-rant from Cal: Spell-checkers! For the love of God, does anyone have them? I won't point fingers at any one person, but I keep seeing the stupidest mistakes that a semi-decent spell-checker should be able to catch! I mean, Kia and I have the word processor from HELL, and it can still tell us that "im" isn't correct! So, I plead to all the authors out there in PD-land, please run your fics through spell and grammar checks. We of the grammar dork clans will thank you profusely.
Wow, kept it under ten sentences. I'm so proud. Back to the real world...
Anyway, legal junk that's gotta be said:
We do not own The Princess Diaries. Meg Cabot owns the books, and Disney owns the movie. We do, however, own this story. We also own the following characters: Isabelle Margaret Gianini ("Izzy"), Mia's unborn child, and Rebecca Nancy Peart ("Becky"). Please do not distribute this story or use our characters without our permission. You can have Becky for all we care, but please ask before you kidnap and torture her.
This story is copyrighted to Nakia Apel and Caleah Zarnstoff, July 2002.
Thank you all for reading! Please review! (We're so glad ya'll reviewed last time--it totally made our day)
Love,
Kia and Cal
After school, on the subway
I'm going to go see Michael. Lilly told me at lunch that if I didn't tell him within the week, she'd email him the news. Needless to say, that wouldn't be the best scenario. Lars is sitting next to me and watching the subway car for evildoers while reading a new issue of Soldier of Fortune. I don't think he likes the subways much.
I'm so scared. What'll Michael think? I mean, he's only 22, just graduating from college, doesn't have a good job lined up. I'm 18, I'm still in high school, and whatever I do will be known by the entire freaking world. This really doesn't look good. The future ruler of a country should not be getting pregnant while she's in high school. I don't think the Genovians will like this.
Oh my God, what if we have to get married? I mean, I really like Michael, but marriage? That's really scary. This whole thing is getting scary. Must think about something else.
Ooh, the Soldier of Fortune cover is neat looking. I think I'll just read over Lars' shoulder for a little while.
Or not. It's our stop. Dun, dun, dun, dun...Time to tell Michael.
Later
Well, I guess that wasn't THAT bad. I didn't get a "WHAT?!" in response this time.
When Lars and I got to Michael's apartment, he was kind of surprised to see us. Lars politely waited outside while Michael and I went into his bedroom to talk.
"So what's going on?" he asked with a smile. "You don't usually come over unannounced."
"Umm...well..." I sat in the chair by his desk and fidgeted a little and looked at my shoes. "Umm...Well, I have some important news."
"Good or bad?"
"That depends on how you look at it."
"This isn't sounding good. What is it?"
"Umm..." I concentrated on my combat boots, because combat boots are always safe to look at. People's faces are not. "I'm, uh, pregnant."
Michael didn't say anything. After a few seconds, I glanced up at him. All the colour was drained from his face and he kept opening his mouth and closing it, as if he wanted to say something and then decided not to. He looked a little bit like a fish, because his eyes were so wide and his mouth kept opening and closing. It would have been really funny if I wasn't so scared that he was going to faint or something.
"Michael? Are you all right?"
Michael's eyes suddenly refocused themselves and he stared at me. "You're not joking...are you?" he said slowly. "If you are, Mia, it really isn't funny."
I swiveled around in Michael's desk chair and started studying my feet again. "No. Not joking."
When I turned in a full circle, Michael's head was in his hands and he was muttering, "Oh God, this sucks."
"I agree."
"Mia? Who else knows?"
"Umm...Mom, Frank, and Lilly."
"You told my sister that you were pregnant before you told me?"
Oops.
"Well, she called, and it kind of slipped out."
Michael was still holding his head. "Oh God...What the hell are we going to tell your grandmother?"
I twisted a strand of hair around my finger. "I was hoping you had an idea."
"And you haven't told your father yet? And the press obviously doesn't know, but when they all get their hands on this story, we're dead. God, this sucks."
I can see the headline right now: Princess Mia is Pregnant Out of Wedlock! Carrying the Tradition on for Another Generation!
Wow, I'll be a great role model after the entire free world hears about this.
"Yeah, it does. What are we going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know. Umm...Mia? Could you possibly go home for a while? I need to work and maybe bash my head against the wall repeatedly."
"All right. Bye, Michael." I gave him a kiss and walked out of the room.
Lars and I took the subway back home. I guess that turned out better than I thought it would. I mean, Michael didn't have a total emotional breakdown and he didn't start screaming or anything. Under the circumstances, I think we can call that succesful.
Friday, January 4th,
3rd Period, English Comp Class
I love English Comp. Mrs. Stellmacher is so senile that she never notices when I'm not writing a paper for her. It's the only class where I can always get away with writing in here. Too bad Lilly's not in my class. We could have talked--we really need to--but she has AP Calculus this period.
I don't like anyone in this class actually, which is too bad, because if I really want to talk to someone.
Someone other than Rebecca "Call me Becky!" Peart. She keeps passing me notes and trying to talk to me. Becky transferred to Albert Einstein last year. She's very pretty, with blonde hair like Lana Weinberger's, but she's really unpopular. I don't know why. Maybe it's because Becky gets on everyone's nerves. The weird thing is that she doesn't notice and goes about life as if everyone loves her.
She just passed me another note:
Hi, Mia!
I was wondering if I could sit with you and those other girls at lunch today. Please? I made a new fly-fishing lure. You can have it if you want.
Love, Becky
I mean, what kind of note is THAT? Not only is it majorly strange to make fly-fishing lures when you think fly-fishing is a cruel form of torture to defenseless little fish, but she's so...I don't know. I think the word might be simpering. Why can't she go follow someone else around?
Wait, I've just remembered why I don't like Becky. The first day she saw me, she asked for my autograph. That was uncomfortable. I can't believe she didn't try to make Lilly take a picture of me with her.
I didn't want to reply to Becky's note, but my conscience decided I had no choice:
Hi, Becky
Sure. You can sit with us. And I guess a fly-fishing lure would be cool. Thanks for the offer.
Mia
After she read it, her face brightened and she smiled at me. And now I feel really bad for writing about her in here. Damn my conscience.
A/N: Hi everyone!
First of all, sorry if Michael is OOC. We have trouble writing him. He's just so...hard to write. Unlike Mia. Mia's easy. We tried to keep him in character, though. Did we do all right?
Secondly, we apologize for Becky's prescence. She annoys us, too. However, we want Mia to whine about something other than "Ohmigod, I'm pregnant", because that gets boring. As a random note, her name was picked from the telephone book. We used Kia's magic foot to point to the right first and last names.
Since Kia has nothing she wants to say, and because the following has nothing to do with her, I can now write in singular pronouns! Yay!
A mini-rant from Cal: Spell-checkers! For the love of God, does anyone have them? I won't point fingers at any one person, but I keep seeing the stupidest mistakes that a semi-decent spell-checker should be able to catch! I mean, Kia and I have the word processor from HELL, and it can still tell us that "im" isn't correct! So, I plead to all the authors out there in PD-land, please run your fics through spell and grammar checks. We of the grammar dork clans will thank you profusely.
Wow, kept it under ten sentences. I'm so proud. Back to the real world...
Anyway, legal junk that's gotta be said:
We do not own The Princess Diaries. Meg Cabot owns the books, and Disney owns the movie. We do, however, own this story. We also own the following characters: Isabelle Margaret Gianini ("Izzy"), Mia's unborn child, and Rebecca Nancy Peart ("Becky"). Please do not distribute this story or use our characters without our permission. You can have Becky for all we care, but please ask before you kidnap and torture her.
This story is copyrighted to Nakia Apel and Caleah Zarnstoff, July 2002.
Thank you all for reading! Please review! (We're so glad ya'll reviewed last time--it totally made our day)
Love,
Kia and Cal
