Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns this, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Author's Notes: sorry you guys. I will DEFINITELY let you know when this story is done, I've just been experiencing some writer's block...um...rated PG13 for...bad bad words.
Wednesday, January 2, 9:00 AM, the loft
Mom has a big art show tomorrow, so she's down in her studio, "putting on the last touches". As if. She hasn't painted anything in--
Hold on, the phone's ringing.
9:30 AM
Oh my God, I just got off the phone with Lana Weinberger.
LANA WEINBERGER, oh my GOD!!
Although, considering the circumstances, I think I handled it pretty smoothly:
Lana: Um...hi, is Mia there?
Me: This is Mia. May I ask who's speaking?
Which, I know, sounded very operator-ish, but it's how Grandmère taught me to answer the phone, and because I had absolutely no idea who was speaking, and part of me thought that it WAS Grandmère, and part of me thought the press had gotten hold of my phone number.
L: Er...hey, Mia. This is Lana.
M: ...
L: Lana...Weinberger?
M: .........Ha, ha, very funny Lilly.
L: Look, this wasn't my idea, ok? Josh says...Josh got all Buddhist on me and thinks that I treat everyone besides him like crap--
M: Hmm...Go figure.
L: --and he wants me to start being nicer to people because it's concerned about my karra.
M: You mean karma.
L: Right...whatever. And I figured I should definitely start with you, because ever since you became a princess, I've been picking on you a lot more than--
M: Because you're jealous.
L: Y--What?! Why would I be jealous of YOU?
M: Right. Whatever.
L: So Josh basically said that he'd break up with me if I didn't stop being such a bitch to people like you...
M: Oh yeah. That's a plan in action.
L: So ANYWAY, I figured you must have SOME redeeming qualities...I mean, it's not like you're FORCED to wear Genovian designer clothes, right?
M: Actually--
L: So I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the mall with me Friday. Because...you know...it's better to have friends than enemies, right?
This is when I started thinking about my princessy duties. I mean, I have to be nice to her. Plus, if I didn't do this, she could totally call every teen magazine in the nation, and I could totally drop beneath Princess Beatrice and Eugenie in the Most Popular Young Royal poll.
M: Umm...yeah, I guess. But only because it's better to have more friends than enemies.
L: Right. So see you Friday.
And then she hung up.
All I have to say is, if anyone sees me at the mall with Lana Weinberger, I'm DEAD.
Author's Notes: sorry you guys. I will DEFINITELY let you know when this story is done, I've just been experiencing some writer's block...um...rated PG13 for...bad bad words.
Wednesday, January 2, 9:00 AM, the loft
Mom has a big art show tomorrow, so she's down in her studio, "putting on the last touches". As if. She hasn't painted anything in--
Hold on, the phone's ringing.
9:30 AM
Oh my God, I just got off the phone with Lana Weinberger.
LANA WEINBERGER, oh my GOD!!
Although, considering the circumstances, I think I handled it pretty smoothly:
Lana: Um...hi, is Mia there?
Me: This is Mia. May I ask who's speaking?
Which, I know, sounded very operator-ish, but it's how Grandmère taught me to answer the phone, and because I had absolutely no idea who was speaking, and part of me thought that it WAS Grandmère, and part of me thought the press had gotten hold of my phone number.
L: Er...hey, Mia. This is Lana.
M: ...
L: Lana...Weinberger?
M: .........Ha, ha, very funny Lilly.
L: Look, this wasn't my idea, ok? Josh says...Josh got all Buddhist on me and thinks that I treat everyone besides him like crap--
M: Hmm...Go figure.
L: --and he wants me to start being nicer to people because it's concerned about my karra.
M: You mean karma.
L: Right...whatever. And I figured I should definitely start with you, because ever since you became a princess, I've been picking on you a lot more than--
M: Because you're jealous.
L: Y--What?! Why would I be jealous of YOU?
M: Right. Whatever.
L: So Josh basically said that he'd break up with me if I didn't stop being such a bitch to people like you...
M: Oh yeah. That's a plan in action.
L: So ANYWAY, I figured you must have SOME redeeming qualities...I mean, it's not like you're FORCED to wear Genovian designer clothes, right?
M: Actually--
L: So I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the mall with me Friday. Because...you know...it's better to have friends than enemies, right?
This is when I started thinking about my princessy duties. I mean, I have to be nice to her. Plus, if I didn't do this, she could totally call every teen magazine in the nation, and I could totally drop beneath Princess Beatrice and Eugenie in the Most Popular Young Royal poll.
M: Umm...yeah, I guess. But only because it's better to have more friends than enemies.
L: Right. So see you Friday.
And then she hung up.
All I have to say is, if anyone sees me at the mall with Lana Weinberger, I'm DEAD.