A/N I haven't received any reviews yet, but, oh well. I can't write a piece of trash and expect reviews...anyway, I got a little carried away in this next chapter. It's kinda late at night, and my brain has decided to go slightly... strange. Oh well, perhaps I could settle for . Here's the next chapter for those who want it... is there anybody out there who wants it?? Oh yeah, and this time I actually spell checked.

Disclaimer: The Princess Diaries is owned by Meg Cabot. I am not her, and thus, naturally do not own The Princess Diaries. I do not own any of the characters, events, and... yeah, any of the stuff that's in the books are not mine.

Saturday night, Cultural Diversity Dance

Hmmph. What does she have that I don't? Breasts? Beauty? Okay, okay. Forget I asked. Anyway, I went to dance with Kenny Showalter, this guy in my biology class. He seemed really lonely, and for some strange reason, he kept staring at me. Doing my first -well, second, if you count greenpeace- act of kindness as Princess of Genovia, I went to dance with him.

How do I describe it? He was really nice and gentle, but he was kind of disturbing, so after one dance, I politely excused myself and left to take cover with Lilly's older brother, Michael Moscovitz.

Here's how our conversation went.

Me: Michael! Hi! Michael: (turning round to face me): Hey, Mia.

BUMMER. He gets to sound cool while I go about like the hyper freak that I am.

AND THEN something overcame me, and I started flirting. With straight A student, Michael Moscovitz. Why, oh why??? I have the perfect boyfriend, and I'm not contented?? I disgust myself at time like this. Anyway, it's not everyday that you get to flirt with your best friend's cute, senior, straight- A older brother, so I've recorded my impulsive act here.

Me (In this really sexy voice): Say, Michael. Since when did you suddenly look so hunky?
Michael (Surprised): Huh? Thermopolis? Is that you? Snap out of it.
Me: Oh, Michael. Don't pretend you don't feel that special way for me, Michael. Go on, you know you like me. (Then I gave him my most alluring smile)
Michael: (Startled laugh)

Then... he suddenly changed before my very eyes, as though.... as though before he wore a mask, and now he simply threw it off, and,...and......I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! He played right along and started FLIRTING WITH ME!!

Michael (In this really seductive voice): How can I not, my sweet Mia? Who am I to resist your enchanting beauty? How can mere mortals like myself ignore your bewitching smile?

Have I ever mentioned that he is really, really gorgeous when he's flirting? I think I'm going to faint from happiness. NO! Wait, I have the perfect boyfriend. Besides, he's off dancing with other girls, so now that I don't have to listen to his sporty talk, I can have some fun. I tried to think of something naughty to say, but all of a sudden, my heart seemed unable to cope with this strange sensation....

Did I really do the following thing? I don't know, I can't honestly say. Here's what I *think* I did. I hugged him tiredly, and said quietly, Oh, Michael. I was so tired, it felt so strange with Josh Richter, as though I was always looking up to him, constantly in awe of him, and him not looking after me. But here, with Michael Moscovitz, I felt like the safest girl in the entire universe.

Michael, too, dropped the flirting act, and combed his fingers through my hair, as though trying to find a way to comfort and soothe me, though he didn't know what was troubling me. How could he understand, anyway? But it didn't matter. Not now, when I was in the arms of the (second) cutest boy in this school.

How many times must I remind myself? My date is the cutest guy at Albert Einstein's and I'm taking comfort in the arms of another. I'm so fatuous.