Title: Princess In Trouble
Author: TrueBlueHealer, aka, Melissa
Summary: Mia has just arrived home after her official introduction in Genovia. Set after book 3.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Mia, Michael, Lilly, Tina, or any of the other Characters from 'The Princess Diaries'. They all belong to the wonderfully talented Meg Cabot, so please don't sue.
Author's Note: Hey people. I've been visiting this site for awhile now and have noticed that there aren't that many TPD fics out, so I decided to try my hand at it. Now, keep in mind, that I don't do a lot of POV fics, and this is also my first TPD fic, so give me a chance to get it started and get in the swing of it. I'm a HUGE fan of the movie and books, and I adore Michael and Mia together, so this will defintely be a M/M fic. Also, I'm not, exactly, how far along Helen is, so in my fic, she's about 6 months. So the sex of the baby is known and all that.
So, after all that, read and enjoy! And, PLEASE review. I would love to know if you like, dislike, or whatever :)
Also, this part is a little longer than the rest, so enjoy! Sorry it took so long!!!!
~*~
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Literally.
Why did I have to listen to my Mom? Why?!
It's not like I haven't been through enough these past few months. I mean, I found out that I was the heir to a country, my Mother started dating my Algebra teacher, whom she ended up marrying, but only after she got pregnant by him, I had to take 'Princess Lessons' from Grandmere, a woman who coulda drove Mother Teresa to cuss and punch someone, and happened to fall in love with my best friends older brother -- wasn't all that enough?
Apparently NOT!!
Everything started out fine. I mean, me and Lars got in the limo and we rode over to Lilly and Michael's place, even though my gut was churning. I pushed it aside and continued to tell myself what Mom had said: If Michael really cared about me as much as he said he did at the dance, then he's gonna be happy to see me.
By the time we got there and were ridding up in the elevator, I had pretty much convinced myself of that. Everything would be great, cause Michael loved me.
And, I looked great. I had finally decided to wear one of the outfits Sebastiano had made for me. It took some time and lots of convincing, but I finally talked him into making a line of clothing for me to wear once I returned back home. There are some great shirts and jeans and a few dresser things, but mostly casual, relaxed-fit outfits. I decided to go with my blue heart-ripped shirt and a pair of dark flare jeans. The shirt was pefect cause it was blue, which matched my eyes, and there was a rip from my shoulder down past my heart and toward my breast so it showed them off some, but not enough to make me look trashy.
Atleast, that's what my Mother said.
I was feeling pretty confident when I reached up and rang the doorbell to their apartment.
Lilly, who answered the door, nearly shrieked her head off when she saw me. I, too, got very emotional and yelled back while we hugged and jumped around in her foyer. It was just like old times. Lilly pulled back and looked me over, quickly commented on my new 'look'.
"There must be something in the water over in Genovia!" she quipped, flipping my hair with her hand.
I think there was too. My hair grew really fast over there.
"Wow...Mia, you actually have breasts now!"
Gee, thanks for pointing that out Lil. I could hear Lars snickering behind me and quickly folded my arms over my chest and silently prayed that Michael was holed up in his room, out of ear-shot. Which got me to wondering where Michael was. As me and Lilly walked from the foyer and into the living room, after telling Lars to come back and get me a few hours later, I casually looked around, searching for some clues to her brother's where-abouts.
That is, untill Lilly said, "Michael's not home, by the way, but he should be back soon."
I guess I wasn't as casual as I thought I was.
Turns out that me and Lil had the whole place to ourselves. Her parents were at the office, so we decided to make the most of it. We microwaved up a huge bowl of butter-dripping popcorn and put in the best movie of all time, 'Dirty Dancing', and watched it on the big screen tv in her parents room. Even though this is my favorite movie, I didn't really watch it much, since me and Lilliy had a lot of catching up to do. She filled me in on her trip to Flordia, and I tried to be as vague as I could about my trip to Genovia.
It was quite embaressing, and I prefer not to think about it.
It wasn't until when the movie was getting ready to go off, and I was laying on my back with my head hanging off the bed, that I heard the bedroom door open. Popping a kernal into my mouth, I was about to sit up when I was suddenly attacked by a slobering tongue, which turned out to Pavlov, Michael's dog. I could hear Lilly saying something, but I couldn't make it out, or realize who she was talking to until I reopened my eyes, and in my upside down vision, saw Michael standing in the doorway, staring at me.
I'm not sure why, but for some reason, I sat up kinda slowly and got to my feet, like I was under a spell or something. Michael, I noticed, seemed that way too. He completely didn't notice as Pavlov ran back and forth, wagging his tail at us. Lilly, after rolling her eyes, and muttering under her breath, called for Pavlov to follow her and left the room, leaving me and Michael alone.
I'm not sure who moved first, but suddenly Michael was right in front of me and his arms were around my waist, pulling me close for a hug. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I could smell his fresh scent from his shampoo and soap. We stayed like that for a while, atleast until Michael finally pulled back and looked at me, right into my eyes, and said, "I'm so happy to see you."
I'm positive my grin was from cheek to cheek. Michael was happy to see me! He had missed me! Yes!! I, then, said I had missed him and Michael grinned, like he too had been worried. Why would he have been worried?
"When did you get back?" Michael asked, taking my hand and sitting down on his parents bed, pulling me down beside him. I explained how I came back early and how, instead of calling, I decided to just come over -- I left out the part about me almost not coming, though.
Suddenly, we could hear some commotion out in the living room and realized that the Drs. Moscosvitz had returned home. Grabbing up the popcorn and shutting off the tv, I let Michael usher me out of the bedroom and hurry me into the living room, trying to look casual as we flopped down onto the couch. Lilly, who was sitting in the chair, snickered and stuck her tongue out at us. I'm sure my face was blood-red, but Michael just smiled and reached across me, grabbing some popcorn and shoveling it into his mouth.
God help me, but I thought that was even cute.
Lilly and Michael's parents came into the living room then, welcoming me back, though slightly confused as they looked between me, Michael, then Lilly. Which, made since, considering that Lil was on the chair and I was siting very close to their son on the couch. Feeling my face get even more red, I coughed slightly and shifted on the couch, pulling away from Michael some.
Then, Michael did something that shocked me, and well, everyone in the room.
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me back, saying to his parents, "By the way, me and Mia are together now."
I thought Lilly had choked on her tongue, her face was that red.
Though, that did answer my question -- Michael DOES want to be with me!! Michael Moscovitz loves me! He wants to date me!
Then why hasn't he kissed me yet??!!!!
Anyway, this would be where the night started to go wrong.
I guess I took for granted how easily my parents took the news of me and Michael, not that the Drs. Moscovitz disapproved of me and their son, but they seemed awfully confused and shocked. Apparently, they were like me and had no clue that Michael harbored any emotional feelings for me, except for a brotherly-love. I could tell they were gearing up for a good lecture / analyzing and was blessed beyond belief when the doorbell rang and it was Lars coming to take me home.
Michael and me both got off the couch, making it obvious that he intended to walk me out to my car. He held my had tightly as we rode the elevator down in silence. I think Lars realized something was up cause as soon as we reached the limo, he climbed in, giving us some privacy.
Here's, basically, how Michael and mine's conversation went.
MICHAEL: Sorry for that (taking a step closer and pushing my hair back) You know it's not you, right? They're just shocked cause I've never...ya know... ME: (trying to lighten the mood) Showed an interest in anything that didn't have a modem attached to it? MICHAEL: Haha, very funny (smiling, but then getting serious again) You do know that I...have an interest in you, right?
Awwww....how cute! See, this is why I love him.
ME: (feeling my face turning red and looking down shyly) really? MICHAEL: (gently reaching down and making me look up at him) Yeah...
Then he KISSED me! Michael Moscovitz kissed me! It was sweet and innocent yet hungry and passionate at the same time. It was, by far, the best kiss in all the history of kisses. In the back of my mind, I faintly wondered if Lars was watching us, considering that it is his job to keep an eye on me, but as Michael's tongue moved past my lips, the thought was quickly shoved out of my mind.
All their was in the world was Michael and his lips on mine.
And it was suddenly ruined by the flashing of a camera.
Me and Michael jumped apart quickly and I looked over, just in time to see some gawky looking guy grinning at us.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Lars demanded, towering behind us suddenly. I guess he had been paying attention -- I just hope he hadn't seen too much of me and Michael's kiss.
The guy backed up suddenly, his eyes getting wider as he got a good look at Lars. Michael pulled me closer and looked at Lars, as if asking what to do. Lars motioned with his hand toward the Limo and Michael nodded, gently ushering me toward it. I was so shocked and flabbergasted that I didn't react, just let Michael help me into the vehicle.
My Dad was going to flip when he saw that kiss in the paper or on the news! Mom would probably be upset much more than she needed to be. And Grandmere will have a cow.
And when did Michael and Lars get so insync???????
Michael had followed me into the Limo and he hunched down in front of me, looking up into my eyes.
"Mia...are you ok?"
I looked at him and just shook my head, starting to mutter about Dad and Mom and Grandmere and tabliods and a bunch of other stuff that I don't really remember. The only thing I really remember is that Michael leaned up and gently kissed my lips, stopping my rambling and promising me that everything would be ok.
Suddenly the door opened and Lars climbed in, muttering words to himself that sounded a lot like cursing. When he saw me and Michael looking at him, he sighed and just said, "We should get you home."
Which is where I am now. After Michael heard that he nodded and kissed me once more, very sweet and gently, by the way, then climbed out of the limo, looking at the window until we drove away. I'm not sure what happened after he got back upstairs, but he said he'd email me later. I'm sure Lilly will call with some information too.
When Lars dropped me back off at the loft, I was still in shock and vageuly remember saying something to Mom and Mr. G as I walked toward my room. Fat Louie has once again taken his spot on my stomach and is purring deeply, having missed me since I was in Genovia.
My life will so be over when those pictures end up getting published.
THINGS TO DO:
1. Try and think positively.
2. Warn Lars of possible firing (incase Dad finds pictures and deems him not-worthy of being a good bodyguard)
3. Try to think up Baby's name for little brother - remind Mr. G that the name 'Leslie' is more female than male
4. BUY TOILET PAPER!!
~*~
So...like, no like? TELL ME! PLEASE!!!!!! :) LoL
Author: TrueBlueHealer, aka, Melissa
Summary: Mia has just arrived home after her official introduction in Genovia. Set after book 3.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Mia, Michael, Lilly, Tina, or any of the other Characters from 'The Princess Diaries'. They all belong to the wonderfully talented Meg Cabot, so please don't sue.
Author's Note: Hey people. I've been visiting this site for awhile now and have noticed that there aren't that many TPD fics out, so I decided to try my hand at it. Now, keep in mind, that I don't do a lot of POV fics, and this is also my first TPD fic, so give me a chance to get it started and get in the swing of it. I'm a HUGE fan of the movie and books, and I adore Michael and Mia together, so this will defintely be a M/M fic. Also, I'm not, exactly, how far along Helen is, so in my fic, she's about 6 months. So the sex of the baby is known and all that.
So, after all that, read and enjoy! And, PLEASE review. I would love to know if you like, dislike, or whatever :)
Also, this part is a little longer than the rest, so enjoy! Sorry it took so long!!!!
~*~
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Literally.
Why did I have to listen to my Mom? Why?!
It's not like I haven't been through enough these past few months. I mean, I found out that I was the heir to a country, my Mother started dating my Algebra teacher, whom she ended up marrying, but only after she got pregnant by him, I had to take 'Princess Lessons' from Grandmere, a woman who coulda drove Mother Teresa to cuss and punch someone, and happened to fall in love with my best friends older brother -- wasn't all that enough?
Apparently NOT!!
Everything started out fine. I mean, me and Lars got in the limo and we rode over to Lilly and Michael's place, even though my gut was churning. I pushed it aside and continued to tell myself what Mom had said: If Michael really cared about me as much as he said he did at the dance, then he's gonna be happy to see me.
By the time we got there and were ridding up in the elevator, I had pretty much convinced myself of that. Everything would be great, cause Michael loved me.
And, I looked great. I had finally decided to wear one of the outfits Sebastiano had made for me. It took some time and lots of convincing, but I finally talked him into making a line of clothing for me to wear once I returned back home. There are some great shirts and jeans and a few dresser things, but mostly casual, relaxed-fit outfits. I decided to go with my blue heart-ripped shirt and a pair of dark flare jeans. The shirt was pefect cause it was blue, which matched my eyes, and there was a rip from my shoulder down past my heart and toward my breast so it showed them off some, but not enough to make me look trashy.
Atleast, that's what my Mother said.
I was feeling pretty confident when I reached up and rang the doorbell to their apartment.
Lilly, who answered the door, nearly shrieked her head off when she saw me. I, too, got very emotional and yelled back while we hugged and jumped around in her foyer. It was just like old times. Lilly pulled back and looked me over, quickly commented on my new 'look'.
"There must be something in the water over in Genovia!" she quipped, flipping my hair with her hand.
I think there was too. My hair grew really fast over there.
"Wow...Mia, you actually have breasts now!"
Gee, thanks for pointing that out Lil. I could hear Lars snickering behind me and quickly folded my arms over my chest and silently prayed that Michael was holed up in his room, out of ear-shot. Which got me to wondering where Michael was. As me and Lilly walked from the foyer and into the living room, after telling Lars to come back and get me a few hours later, I casually looked around, searching for some clues to her brother's where-abouts.
That is, untill Lilly said, "Michael's not home, by the way, but he should be back soon."
I guess I wasn't as casual as I thought I was.
Turns out that me and Lil had the whole place to ourselves. Her parents were at the office, so we decided to make the most of it. We microwaved up a huge bowl of butter-dripping popcorn and put in the best movie of all time, 'Dirty Dancing', and watched it on the big screen tv in her parents room. Even though this is my favorite movie, I didn't really watch it much, since me and Lilliy had a lot of catching up to do. She filled me in on her trip to Flordia, and I tried to be as vague as I could about my trip to Genovia.
It was quite embaressing, and I prefer not to think about it.
It wasn't until when the movie was getting ready to go off, and I was laying on my back with my head hanging off the bed, that I heard the bedroom door open. Popping a kernal into my mouth, I was about to sit up when I was suddenly attacked by a slobering tongue, which turned out to Pavlov, Michael's dog. I could hear Lilly saying something, but I couldn't make it out, or realize who she was talking to until I reopened my eyes, and in my upside down vision, saw Michael standing in the doorway, staring at me.
I'm not sure why, but for some reason, I sat up kinda slowly and got to my feet, like I was under a spell or something. Michael, I noticed, seemed that way too. He completely didn't notice as Pavlov ran back and forth, wagging his tail at us. Lilly, after rolling her eyes, and muttering under her breath, called for Pavlov to follow her and left the room, leaving me and Michael alone.
I'm not sure who moved first, but suddenly Michael was right in front of me and his arms were around my waist, pulling me close for a hug. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I could smell his fresh scent from his shampoo and soap. We stayed like that for a while, atleast until Michael finally pulled back and looked at me, right into my eyes, and said, "I'm so happy to see you."
I'm positive my grin was from cheek to cheek. Michael was happy to see me! He had missed me! Yes!! I, then, said I had missed him and Michael grinned, like he too had been worried. Why would he have been worried?
"When did you get back?" Michael asked, taking my hand and sitting down on his parents bed, pulling me down beside him. I explained how I came back early and how, instead of calling, I decided to just come over -- I left out the part about me almost not coming, though.
Suddenly, we could hear some commotion out in the living room and realized that the Drs. Moscosvitz had returned home. Grabbing up the popcorn and shutting off the tv, I let Michael usher me out of the bedroom and hurry me into the living room, trying to look casual as we flopped down onto the couch. Lilly, who was sitting in the chair, snickered and stuck her tongue out at us. I'm sure my face was blood-red, but Michael just smiled and reached across me, grabbing some popcorn and shoveling it into his mouth.
God help me, but I thought that was even cute.
Lilly and Michael's parents came into the living room then, welcoming me back, though slightly confused as they looked between me, Michael, then Lilly. Which, made since, considering that Lil was on the chair and I was siting very close to their son on the couch. Feeling my face get even more red, I coughed slightly and shifted on the couch, pulling away from Michael some.
Then, Michael did something that shocked me, and well, everyone in the room.
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me back, saying to his parents, "By the way, me and Mia are together now."
I thought Lilly had choked on her tongue, her face was that red.
Though, that did answer my question -- Michael DOES want to be with me!! Michael Moscovitz loves me! He wants to date me!
Then why hasn't he kissed me yet??!!!!
Anyway, this would be where the night started to go wrong.
I guess I took for granted how easily my parents took the news of me and Michael, not that the Drs. Moscovitz disapproved of me and their son, but they seemed awfully confused and shocked. Apparently, they were like me and had no clue that Michael harbored any emotional feelings for me, except for a brotherly-love. I could tell they were gearing up for a good lecture / analyzing and was blessed beyond belief when the doorbell rang and it was Lars coming to take me home.
Michael and me both got off the couch, making it obvious that he intended to walk me out to my car. He held my had tightly as we rode the elevator down in silence. I think Lars realized something was up cause as soon as we reached the limo, he climbed in, giving us some privacy.
Here's, basically, how Michael and mine's conversation went.
MICHAEL: Sorry for that (taking a step closer and pushing my hair back) You know it's not you, right? They're just shocked cause I've never...ya know... ME: (trying to lighten the mood) Showed an interest in anything that didn't have a modem attached to it? MICHAEL: Haha, very funny (smiling, but then getting serious again) You do know that I...have an interest in you, right?
Awwww....how cute! See, this is why I love him.
ME: (feeling my face turning red and looking down shyly) really? MICHAEL: (gently reaching down and making me look up at him) Yeah...
Then he KISSED me! Michael Moscovitz kissed me! It was sweet and innocent yet hungry and passionate at the same time. It was, by far, the best kiss in all the history of kisses. In the back of my mind, I faintly wondered if Lars was watching us, considering that it is his job to keep an eye on me, but as Michael's tongue moved past my lips, the thought was quickly shoved out of my mind.
All their was in the world was Michael and his lips on mine.
And it was suddenly ruined by the flashing of a camera.
Me and Michael jumped apart quickly and I looked over, just in time to see some gawky looking guy grinning at us.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Lars demanded, towering behind us suddenly. I guess he had been paying attention -- I just hope he hadn't seen too much of me and Michael's kiss.
The guy backed up suddenly, his eyes getting wider as he got a good look at Lars. Michael pulled me closer and looked at Lars, as if asking what to do. Lars motioned with his hand toward the Limo and Michael nodded, gently ushering me toward it. I was so shocked and flabbergasted that I didn't react, just let Michael help me into the vehicle.
My Dad was going to flip when he saw that kiss in the paper or on the news! Mom would probably be upset much more than she needed to be. And Grandmere will have a cow.
And when did Michael and Lars get so insync???????
Michael had followed me into the Limo and he hunched down in front of me, looking up into my eyes.
"Mia...are you ok?"
I looked at him and just shook my head, starting to mutter about Dad and Mom and Grandmere and tabliods and a bunch of other stuff that I don't really remember. The only thing I really remember is that Michael leaned up and gently kissed my lips, stopping my rambling and promising me that everything would be ok.
Suddenly the door opened and Lars climbed in, muttering words to himself that sounded a lot like cursing. When he saw me and Michael looking at him, he sighed and just said, "We should get you home."
Which is where I am now. After Michael heard that he nodded and kissed me once more, very sweet and gently, by the way, then climbed out of the limo, looking at the window until we drove away. I'm not sure what happened after he got back upstairs, but he said he'd email me later. I'm sure Lilly will call with some information too.
When Lars dropped me back off at the loft, I was still in shock and vageuly remember saying something to Mom and Mr. G as I walked toward my room. Fat Louie has once again taken his spot on my stomach and is purring deeply, having missed me since I was in Genovia.
My life will so be over when those pictures end up getting published.
THINGS TO DO:
1. Try and think positively.
2. Warn Lars of possible firing (incase Dad finds pictures and deems him not-worthy of being a good bodyguard)
3. Try to think up Baby's name for little brother - remind Mr. G that the name 'Leslie' is more female than male
4. BUY TOILET PAPER!!
~*~
So...like, no like? TELL ME! PLEASE!!!!!! :) LoL