A/N Thank you to all my reviewers. Unfortunately, my wonderful brother only let me get a glimpse of the reviews before I got shooed off the internet. I really appreciate the offer for betaing, (Cassandra Anthemyst)? but since I have already ruined this story by typing whatever comes to mind, I feel there is no need. Thanks anyway. My fic is AU? I have no idea what that is either, so I'll not comment on that. Whoever said I was so starved of reviews, I am deeply insulted. I have my pride, I don't go around saying PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! so It's not like I'm forcing you people to review. I was merely stating the lack of reviews. Oh, and I have no idea what most people have been talking about in their reviews, since I've forgotten what rubbish I wrote.

Since I realised that my story is really low on that list of updated stories, I decided to trash my plan. (Stop writing for a week). And so voila. Another product of random thoughts.

Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot, I don't own the princess Diaries.

Wednesday October 18th Later
NOW what? I was just trying to be more assertive, and I really meant what I said... so why did he suddenly log off like that? I'm supposed to be the cowardly one. I'm supposed to run away at dances. I'm supposed to weep like a pathetic girl with a fragile-broken-once-too-many-times ego. So I really wouldn't mind if someone explained this to me. Because I am one confused princess. I suddenly felt alone.. no. Not quite. Lars, why did he run off like that? I asked, turning to my bodyguard for advice. He must have understood alot of what was going on in my life, and I desperately wanted his advice now.

Lars turned to face me, but I couldn't see past his shades. he said gently, You never asked for advice before, At this, I hung my head. However, Lars ignored me and kept talking. yet I knew that though you are turning into a fine young woman, some day you'd need my help as more than a bodyguard. Perhaps as a councillor. With this in mind, I have noted every going-on in your life, and especially Michael Moscotvitz. I desperately hung on to his every word, for surely he knew alot more than he'd let on before. That Michael Moscovitz, he's one bright young man. I know you think that he'll only like you if you're really smart, At this I nodded vigourously. but if that's how you want to gain his attention, you'll never succeed.

LARS! How could he do this to me? Does he realise what his words have meant to me? That I don't have a chance against Michael. Which was, really, what I've known all along. Yet why did he have to tell me this now? Right when I thought that maybe Michael loved me.

Lars must have noticed my depressed look, for he continued, but Princess, I'm not finished yet. You see, if that's the way you plan to go about doing it, you'll never succeed. He continued, ignoring the torrent of tears that flooded my now-blotchy face. Because Michael doesn't care for intelligent girls like Lucy, and Judith, the computer club president. You got it easy, because any girl who wanted him would've had to settle for a friendly smile. Except you, Mia. The boy, he'd got it hard for you. It was plain obvious, really, and didn't take much of my superior detective skills to figure it out.

At this, he stopped talking and smoothed his hair, and started preening.

I stared. Lars, since when do you preen? Lars didn't seem offended. It's more of a bad habit, but one of my wives called it vanity. It's a terrible fault for a bodyguard....Mia, don't tell your father, okay? Please?

Right then, I loved Lars, and I'd have done anything for him. Anything at all. I smiled at Lars's pleading look. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Lars smiled, then suddenly went back to his emotionless bodyguard face. No wonder I never thought to talk to him before... he seemed so robotic. The reason for his sudden transformation was the doorbell. Which was currently ringing.

I groaned. I was in no mood to see either grandmere's severe face, or Mum and Mr Gianini's love struck expressions.

But the person at the door wasn't either. I gasped as I realised who it was.

Michael Moscovitz.