Disclaimer: The Princess Diaries is the Sole Property of Meg Cabot. Cheese Ice Cream.
Author's Notes: LOOK I CAN CAPITALIZE!
Monday, December 31, 2:06 AM, the loft
You know what I just realized? Today's New Year's Eve.
I'm going back to sleep...
2:15 AM, the loft
OH MY GOD TODAY'S NEW YEAR'S EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4:45 AM, the loft
I've been making my special pasty instant coffee non-stop to keep me awake. Coffee, coffee, coffee...
This is so great. New Year's Eve, and I have a boyfriend to kiss at midnight. and 11:59. and 11:58...
Life could not be better. I mean, it probably could, if I lacked my gigantism and I had some mammary glands of some sort...but WHO CARES???????
5:00 AM, the loft
Mr. Gianini just came down with a baseball bat raised over his shoulder. "Oh, it's only you, Mia," he said, seeing me sitting on the floor and lowering the bat.
"Want some coffee?" I asked him, "Coffee, coffee, coffee!" And then I lied down on the floor, still saying coffee.
"Um...maybe you should get some rest, Mia."
Rest? REST?? IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE, FRANKY BOY!
5:30 AM, the loft
Ok. So I just called Michael on his new line:
Michael: (in a groggy, tired voice) Hello?
Me: Michael, it's Neeeeww Year's Eeeeve! Wake up!
Michael: Mia?
Me: Uh huh.
Michael: What're you doing up so early? Its....it's 5:30! In the morning!
Me: But it's New Year's Eve.
Michael: But it's 5:30.
Me: But it's New Year's Eve.
Michael: Listen...as much as I love you, and I d--"
This snapped me out of my coffee haze.
I mean...I know Michael loves me, and I know I love Michael, but it was never...casually stated like this.
Me: What?
Ok, I know Grandmère totally would have killed me for saying that, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Michael: Huh?
Me: You...love me?
Michael: Yes. I thought you knew this, Mia...
Me: Um...I guess I did...I know I did...but...
Michael: Why...don't you love me?
Me: Duh, Michael. Of course I do.
Michael: Great then. I'll come over around 9, ok?
Me: Ok. See you then.
It's amazing how he can do that.
THINGS TO DO BEFORE MICHAEL COMES
1. Scoop Fat Louie's litter box
2. Buy
Sparkling cider
Cake? Something New Years-y to eat
Canned cat food
Toilet Paper
3. Find out whether or not Mom and Mr. G will be here tonight
4. If so, prepare bathroom for puke.
Author's Notes: LOOK I CAN CAPITALIZE!
Monday, December 31, 2:06 AM, the loft
You know what I just realized? Today's New Year's Eve.
I'm going back to sleep...
2:15 AM, the loft
OH MY GOD TODAY'S NEW YEAR'S EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4:45 AM, the loft
I've been making my special pasty instant coffee non-stop to keep me awake. Coffee, coffee, coffee...
This is so great. New Year's Eve, and I have a boyfriend to kiss at midnight. and 11:59. and 11:58...
Life could not be better. I mean, it probably could, if I lacked my gigantism and I had some mammary glands of some sort...but WHO CARES???????
5:00 AM, the loft
Mr. Gianini just came down with a baseball bat raised over his shoulder. "Oh, it's only you, Mia," he said, seeing me sitting on the floor and lowering the bat.
"Want some coffee?" I asked him, "Coffee, coffee, coffee!" And then I lied down on the floor, still saying coffee.
"Um...maybe you should get some rest, Mia."
Rest? REST?? IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE, FRANKY BOY!
5:30 AM, the loft
Ok. So I just called Michael on his new line:
Michael: (in a groggy, tired voice) Hello?
Me: Michael, it's Neeeeww Year's Eeeeve! Wake up!
Michael: Mia?
Me: Uh huh.
Michael: What're you doing up so early? Its....it's 5:30! In the morning!
Me: But it's New Year's Eve.
Michael: But it's 5:30.
Me: But it's New Year's Eve.
Michael: Listen...as much as I love you, and I d--"
This snapped me out of my coffee haze.
I mean...I know Michael loves me, and I know I love Michael, but it was never...casually stated like this.
Me: What?
Ok, I know Grandmère totally would have killed me for saying that, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Michael: Huh?
Me: You...love me?
Michael: Yes. I thought you knew this, Mia...
Me: Um...I guess I did...I know I did...but...
Michael: Why...don't you love me?
Me: Duh, Michael. Of course I do.
Michael: Great then. I'll come over around 9, ok?
Me: Ok. See you then.
It's amazing how he can do that.
THINGS TO DO BEFORE MICHAEL COMES
1. Scoop Fat Louie's litter box
2. Buy
Sparkling cider
Cake? Something New Years-y to eat
Canned cat food
Toilet Paper
3. Find out whether or not Mom and Mr. G will be here tonight
4. If so, prepare bathroom for puke.