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, I know this part is kinda short, but bare with me - Not every diary exceprt will be 10 trillion pages long! LoL - Plus, I'm trying to keep true to the books, and sometimes the 'chapters' in it are very short :)
~*~
Well, here's to another day.
The sun was shining brightly when I woke up this morning since the shade was up. There was a huge cat shadow on the wall, illustrating Fat Louie's body as he sat on the sill, steadily looking out for anything he might be able to chase. Looking over at my clock, I saw it was after 11 and realized that Mom must have came in and opened my shade.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, going through my normal morning rituals: bath, teeth, clothes, hair. By the time the steam had settled and I could see my reflection in the mirror, I was feeling pretty good.
I walked into the kitchen with a bounce in my step -- I was finally home and it felt great.
Greeting Mom, who was sitting at the table reading some magazine, I poured some juice, intending to have somewhat of a breakfast even though it was lunch time.
"You slept late," she pointed out, shutting the magzine and laying it down on the table.
"Sleepy," I answered, going to take a drink of my juice.
Mom seemed to ponder my response before sliding the magazine over toward me and saying, "did it have anything to do with this?"
My juice ended up all over the table.
I swear, for the first 45 minutes or so of this morning, I had actually forgoten about the tabloid freak and his pic of me and Michael. This was such an invasion of privacy. It was unfair and under-handed, them catching us off gaurd like that. That picture was...was...
Hell, it was GREAT!
I mean, yes, I'm upset that they had the nerve to actually take a picture of me and Boyfriend (boyfriend!!!!!!) kissing, but I'm even more impressed by how good the picture looks!
The whole front page is filled with mine and Michael's image, cuddled together in what appears to be a searing, passionate, romantic kiss -- which it was, by the way. The headline under the picture reads, "America's Princess grows up", then in smaller letters they added, "Who is this handsome mystery Man and what is his connection to our Amelia?"
Well, they got one thing right: Michael is very handsome.
But, back to me being mad. Michael's going to be very upset by this. I mean, it's one thing to follow me around, but it's another thing to follow Michael -- not that they did, but they took more pics of him, mainly climbing out of my limo and going back into his building.
Oddly, there are no pics of Lars in here.
Mom doesn't seem very upset, but I have noticed that she keeps taking in slow, deep breaths. I tried to plea my case, stating that he snuck up on me, and that I didn't do anything wrong -- Michael is my boyfriend (yay!) and it is normal for me to kiss him. Mom seems to understand that, she even said she did, but she still seems very irratated by something, prompting me to ask.
Sadly, Mom informed me and here's what has her, and now myself, very concerned:
'Seeing as how young Amelia, who is just barely nearing her 15th birthday, and this obviously older gentleman were even given the oppertunity to be engaged in this kind of public display, everyone here has one question on their mind -- where was her bodyguard?'
OH MY GOD!
They're making it sound like Lars was no-where to be seen! He was right in the limo, keeping a close eye on me, atleast, I'm hoping, not close enough to get a first-hand look at me and Michael...not that it matters now, seeing how EVERYONE has. This is so unfair. Lars was there, everyone knows that, especially the photographer, who I'm sure got a good talking to, if not threat of bodily harm, when Lars confronted him.
Though I still don't know what was said.
Oh god...Mom just pointed out something that made ice form in my veins.
Lars could get FIRED over this.
No, this can't be happening! Lars is the best body-guard ever! He's cool, and I've finally got used to having him near-by all the time. It'll take forever to break someone else in! This can't be happening...
My life sucks.
~*~
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, I know this part is kinda short, but bare with me - Not every diary exceprt will be 10 trillion pages long! LoL - Plus, I'm trying to keep true to the books, and sometimes the 'chapters' in it are very short :)
~*~
Well, here's to another day.
The sun was shining brightly when I woke up this morning since the shade was up. There was a huge cat shadow on the wall, illustrating Fat Louie's body as he sat on the sill, steadily looking out for anything he might be able to chase. Looking over at my clock, I saw it was after 11 and realized that Mom must have came in and opened my shade.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, going through my normal morning rituals: bath, teeth, clothes, hair. By the time the steam had settled and I could see my reflection in the mirror, I was feeling pretty good.
I walked into the kitchen with a bounce in my step -- I was finally home and it felt great.
Greeting Mom, who was sitting at the table reading some magazine, I poured some juice, intending to have somewhat of a breakfast even though it was lunch time.
"You slept late," she pointed out, shutting the magzine and laying it down on the table.
"Sleepy," I answered, going to take a drink of my juice.
Mom seemed to ponder my response before sliding the magazine over toward me and saying, "did it have anything to do with this?"
My juice ended up all over the table.
I swear, for the first 45 minutes or so of this morning, I had actually forgoten about the tabloid freak and his pic of me and Michael. This was such an invasion of privacy. It was unfair and under-handed, them catching us off gaurd like that. That picture was...was...
Hell, it was GREAT!
I mean, yes, I'm upset that they had the nerve to actually take a picture of me and Boyfriend (boyfriend!!!!!!) kissing, but I'm even more impressed by how good the picture looks!
The whole front page is filled with mine and Michael's image, cuddled together in what appears to be a searing, passionate, romantic kiss -- which it was, by the way. The headline under the picture reads, "America's Princess grows up", then in smaller letters they added, "Who is this handsome mystery Man and what is his connection to our Amelia?"
Well, they got one thing right: Michael is very handsome.
But, back to me being mad. Michael's going to be very upset by this. I mean, it's one thing to follow me around, but it's another thing to follow Michael -- not that they did, but they took more pics of him, mainly climbing out of my limo and going back into his building.
Oddly, there are no pics of Lars in here.
Mom doesn't seem very upset, but I have noticed that she keeps taking in slow, deep breaths. I tried to plea my case, stating that he snuck up on me, and that I didn't do anything wrong -- Michael is my boyfriend (yay!) and it is normal for me to kiss him. Mom seems to understand that, she even said she did, but she still seems very irratated by something, prompting me to ask.
Sadly, Mom informed me and here's what has her, and now myself, very concerned:
'Seeing as how young Amelia, who is just barely nearing her 15th birthday, and this obviously older gentleman were even given the oppertunity to be engaged in this kind of public display, everyone here has one question on their mind -- where was her bodyguard?'
OH MY GOD!
They're making it sound like Lars was no-where to be seen! He was right in the limo, keeping a close eye on me, atleast, I'm hoping, not close enough to get a first-hand look at me and Michael...not that it matters now, seeing how EVERYONE has. This is so unfair. Lars was there, everyone knows that, especially the photographer, who I'm sure got a good talking to, if not threat of bodily harm, when Lars confronted him.
Though I still don't know what was said.
Oh god...Mom just pointed out something that made ice form in my veins.
Lars could get FIRED over this.
No, this can't be happening! Lars is the best body-guard ever! He's cool, and I've finally got used to having him near-by all the time. It'll take forever to break someone else in! This can't be happening...
My life sucks.
~*~