January 3rd, The Moscovitzes' Bathroom, 8 am
I don't know whether to cry or be happy. It has all gotten so very complicated. I go over to Lilly's at about mid-night and she opens the door first. She gave me a once over and told me that traveling didn't wear well on me. Before I could ask her if I really looked that bad Michael came to my defense by saying that I looked cute when I was extremely tired. I muttered a 'thanks' as I stepped in alone. I dismissed Lars for the night as soon as we got into the apartment complex.
Anyway, we headed towards the living room and Lilly sat on the big leather chair. I took a seat on the sofa, and Michael sat next to me. He put his ARM around me. I nearly died. I guess that is what normal boyfriends do, but not royal consorts. Oh no, sitting that close to one another while another is present is not the proper thing to do, which made me really sad because I knew that we wouldn't be doing this often, if he chose to be my boyfriend anymore. The whole consort thing didn't seem to be style.
I told them all about my trip. From Grandmere trying to hook me up with Prince Rene (at which Michael muttered under his breath) to the whole noodle thing. I saved the consort thing to the end. I whispered to Michael that I needed to talk to him in private later. We all headed to bed, but I waited until Lilly was sleeping until I snuck out to talk with Michael.
He was in his room reading a book when I knocked on the door. I suddenly thought about what I would have done if he was only wearing boxers, but he hadn't bothered to change his clothes. Neither did I. And that's when I told him.
I expected him to dump me then and there, but instead he asked me how long and often they were going to be. I was stunned. I was literally speechless. He was actually going to do it. He was actually going to allow Grandmere mold him into the person she thought I should be with. I had told her repeated times in Genovia how perfect he was and that I'm sorry that was wasn't swooning with the rest of the female population over Rene. Knowing she had lost, for now anyway, she said that if I wasn't going to date royal, my boyfriend would at least have to be presentable at all occasions resulting in royal consort lessons.
After that it was like a big weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. We then just debated about which was better, Star Trek or Star Wars. I said Star Wars hands down, but he debated that there was much truth being told in Star Trek. I don't know why him being my boyfriend would be so different. We were still the same around each other, with the exception of his good night kiss. I wonder how he got to be so good at it. Kissing, that is.
I have to go eat breakfast now. I told Lilly I was brushing my teeth, but I think she's catching on to me because I haven't turned the faucet on once.
3 more days until school starts.
I don't know whether to cry or be happy. It has all gotten so very complicated. I go over to Lilly's at about mid-night and she opens the door first. She gave me a once over and told me that traveling didn't wear well on me. Before I could ask her if I really looked that bad Michael came to my defense by saying that I looked cute when I was extremely tired. I muttered a 'thanks' as I stepped in alone. I dismissed Lars for the night as soon as we got into the apartment complex.
Anyway, we headed towards the living room and Lilly sat on the big leather chair. I took a seat on the sofa, and Michael sat next to me. He put his ARM around me. I nearly died. I guess that is what normal boyfriends do, but not royal consorts. Oh no, sitting that close to one another while another is present is not the proper thing to do, which made me really sad because I knew that we wouldn't be doing this often, if he chose to be my boyfriend anymore. The whole consort thing didn't seem to be style.
I told them all about my trip. From Grandmere trying to hook me up with Prince Rene (at which Michael muttered under his breath) to the whole noodle thing. I saved the consort thing to the end. I whispered to Michael that I needed to talk to him in private later. We all headed to bed, but I waited until Lilly was sleeping until I snuck out to talk with Michael.
He was in his room reading a book when I knocked on the door. I suddenly thought about what I would have done if he was only wearing boxers, but he hadn't bothered to change his clothes. Neither did I. And that's when I told him.
I expected him to dump me then and there, but instead he asked me how long and often they were going to be. I was stunned. I was literally speechless. He was actually going to do it. He was actually going to allow Grandmere mold him into the person she thought I should be with. I had told her repeated times in Genovia how perfect he was and that I'm sorry that was wasn't swooning with the rest of the female population over Rene. Knowing she had lost, for now anyway, she said that if I wasn't going to date royal, my boyfriend would at least have to be presentable at all occasions resulting in royal consort lessons.
After that it was like a big weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. We then just debated about which was better, Star Trek or Star Wars. I said Star Wars hands down, but he debated that there was much truth being told in Star Trek. I don't know why him being my boyfriend would be so different. We were still the same around each other, with the exception of his good night kiss. I wonder how he got to be so good at it. Kissing, that is.
I have to go eat breakfast now. I told Lilly I was brushing my teeth, but I think she's catching on to me because I haven't turned the faucet on once.
3 more days until school starts.