A/N I haven't thanked my reviews for a little while. Ahem, because I wasn't getting any reviews. Thanks to all my reviewers, if it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't be writing now. In fact, I'd be moping about the Sose, Science. and English tests and essays that I just had... in a row, too.

Individual comments: (Cassandra Anthemyst: I understand how you feel, I am also recuperating from tests. Are you saying Josh is in character, because not everyone thinks so. Thanks for offering to beta?, but I have no idea what it is, and I think I'm doing ok for now. It was a kind offer, anyway. I'm touched. :') CrzyDazy: The fact that everyone is completely out of character has already been pointed out by CrazyNut2002, and as I said to her, I wanted to write a ...different story, though I am sorry if you don't like it. Lars and Wahim were attempting to protect Mia from... er... exposure to the inviting mouths of jocks at too young an age. Max4cast: You are probably my most enthusiastic reviewer, and I thank you for taking the time to write such encouraging comments! They mean a great deal to me. sapofbks2002: Thank you, hehe... my story, cool? You've got to be kidding... but thanks anyway. I have nothing against people thinking my story's cool. ;)

Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot. She owns the Princess Diaries, the characters, style of writing, setting, events, and so on. I don't own any of this.

Tuesday October 17th G&T
Someone, please kill me. Right now.

Okay. So I said I'd practice my flirting skills... and conveniently, on Michael. I try to keep to my word, but it's kind of hard. I'm not even sure how much I love Michael, since Kenny has a rather appealing character, too. Kenny.... he's sweet, but he's not quite as hot or kind as Michael. More like the mad, obsessed stalker type.

While I was trying to decide who I should practice my flirting skills on, this strange thing happened. At least, I think it happened. Too close contact with Michael makes be dizzy with unexplained... excitement? Ok, now I know something is definitely wrong. Well, here's my not-very-trustworthy account.

See, Michael was supposed to tutor me in Algebra. Instead, he stood up, and went Mia, can I have a moment with you? Seeing my hesitation, he added, with emphasis, WHAT could he want? Oh, well. I suppose I could spend some time walking his dog, Pavlov. If that's what he wants. I think I might do anything for him. Anyway, I numbly followed him out, Lars making hardly a movement behind me. I could feel Lilly's eyes boring into my retreating back.

Out in the corridor, Michael leaned real (I mean really) close to me, and I shrank back, so I was pressed against the wall, even though we didn't have any bodily contact. I threw a glance in Lars's direction, but right when I need his help, he makes no movement to assist me in running away from the love of my life. Oops. I wrote that, did I? Oh, well. Stuff Kenny, Michael's much hotter. And he makes my knees weak. And my heart race. And - I'm blabbering on, aren't I?

So anyway, there I am, stuck against the wall, Michael leaning in close, his face blank but for those questioning eyes. (A/N I forgot what colour. Sorry.) Hazel, clear and questioning. Clear and questioning. Clear and questioning. Huh? I snapped out of my little hallucination. Michael was asking me a question. On Saturday, he repeated. What was that all about? Uh-oh. Now what was I to say? WELL?! Uh...umm....Oh! Uhh, that! Well...I was lonely, and bored,...so I...just decided to! Yeah, that's it! Lars gave me a pointed look. Michael looked kind of sad, and...... disappointed? He'd drawn back from me; now his breath wasn't fanning my face, and I could think properly... thus enabling me to realise THAT I'VE JUST BLOWN MY CHANCE!!!

Did my flirting mean something to him? Whether or not it did, he'd just given me the perfect opportunity to express my love for him. And I go around fabricating this totally dumb story about me flirting because I was bored. Bored. BORED!!!!! Now what's he going to think of me? A princess who flirts because she's bored. Good one, Mia. Good going. No WONDER he looked sad. To know that I was flirting only because I was bored. Any guy would be insulted! But Michael was just too nice, he hasn't stormed off... yet.

I'm surprised he'd even want to continue talking to me. Isn't he disgusted with my filthy character? Wait, I don't want to know the answer. It'd be too depressing. But he was trying to say something. Well, Mia... I just wanted you to know that.. well, that what happened on Saturday... But he was cut off by Principal Gupta, who just happened to stroll by.

WHAT is going on here? She demanded. (A?N Um, Principal Gupta is female, right?) Hands on hips, and a rather imposing character on the whole. Uh-oh. I was scared out of my wits. Please, no. Not detention. I'm a good girl, really!

But Michael took over.

I'm her Algebra tutor, Principal Gupta. I needed more room to demonstrate a little example, and I just took her out here for a while to..... demonstrate. A little example, and... I got it the first time, Michael. Gupta looked unimpressed, but she left, anyway, calling I expect you two back in the room in 10 minutes, maximum. Hmmm.. I wonder what Lars told her. You never know what Lars is saying, if he wants, he can be pretty quiet.

Thanks, Michael, I said to him, when Principal Gupta was out of my field of vision. No problem.....Mia He hesitated, as though there was something else he wanted to say, but then turned around and went back to the G&T room. I followed him, wondering what to do, because it'd be pretty uncomfortable for him to be teaching me.. after all that.

I needn't have worried, because Lilly saved the day. She whispered. Which, for Lilly, was rather loud. Startled, I turned to face her. I said, in what I considered my most imperial voice. She waved an impatient hand at me. Come sit here with me and Boris (A/N I don't care if it's not proper english, it just fits.) I obediently sat next to her. Dropping to a considerably soft volume, (especially for Lilly) she whispered Let me guess...you neglected to inform my brother of the tiny fact that you're desperately in love with him. Shocked at how she could have known, I shook my head. How did you know?! She was so sure of herself, I knew it was pointless to try and argue with her. Lilly just looked smug. That both of you like each other, but are too ashamed to admit it? It's obvious, really. Even poor Kenny knew. Only... Michael didn't do anything about it for so long... so Kenny decided maybe he conquer your heart before Michael did.

Kenny. KENNY. Kenny knew. Only, of course, both he and Lilly are wrong. Because there's no way Michael would ever like me. Too late for Kenny. My heart is already happy with Michael. How do you know, anyway? Lilly shrugged. Oh, Kenny told Boris, who told me. AND GUYS WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SO IN TOUCH WITH THEIR EMOTIONS!!

Dear, sweet Kenny. But he never stood a chance against Michael.

I glanced at Michael, who was trying his best to concentrate on whatever he was typing. Then, suddenly, a thought struck me. What about that Lucy? She's pretty close to him... Maybe it's her that he likes, and you just got confused, I told her. Lilly looked all offended. I knew she hadn't forgiven me about that hair incident, but she wanted to gloat so badly that she pretended to have forgiven me. Me? Wrong? I tell you, I'm never wrong, especially not when it concerns my best friend, and my older brother.

Best friend. BEST FRIEND!! YAY!! Maybe Lilly has forgiven me, after all. Lilly added, with a sly grin, I've been watching you guys for a long time, and you should see the way you act around each other... not to mention the fact that I caught a certain couple flirting at the dance...

So you figured it out. You needn't act so superior about it... Lilly tapped the table impatiently. Yes, but what I want to know is, why haven't you admitted it to each other? I mean, you've admitted it to me, Michael's admitted it to Lucy... MICHAEL admitted to Lucy? That he liked me? But then.... it must be true...

Michael likes me. Michael LIKES me. MICHAEL LIKES ME.

I wanted to fling my arms around Lilly's slightly stumpy neck. Stumpy in a nice way, of course. Because she'd just let out some vital information that could change my life forever.

Oh, NO! Michael's coming over. What am I going to do? What do I say? I NEED TIME! I haven't gotten used to this... exciting aspect of life. TIME!







Where's time when you need it?