Disclaimer: I wrote this. Meg Cabot inspired.
Author's Notes: THIS IS IT!!! One of the pivitol moments in this story! Relax though, it's not the end.
Author's Tips: Tip #3: Go straight to the source for inspiration (for a Princess Diaries fanfic, you should visit megcabot.com, the Princess Diaries books, etc.).
Thursday, January 3, 10:00 AM, the loft
Mom just came back from the studio. She threw her Peach Madness smoothie up all over her canvas, and that the whole studio smells "peachy keen" and it's driving her insane.
"But Mom!" I protested, "You have that huge show tomorrow at the--"
"I know that, Mia. Just relax, ok? It's under control." And then she just walks into her room where Mr. G was and closes the door.
As if.
12:00 AM, the loft
Hours until I meet Lana Weinberger at the mall: 24
Hours until my life is ruined: 24
Friday, January 4, 11:30, the loft
Okay. Purse? Check.
Cell phone? Check.
Sunglasses (so no one in the press recognizes me. Or worse, my friends!)? Check.
11:45, the loft
Lars still has to come, but I negotiated with Dad, so he's going to be on the same floor, but not breathing down my neck. He'll call my cell phone every 15 minutes to check in. And I've got his number on speed dial (just in case an immigrant from a rival country to Genovia captures and abducts me in Bloomingdale's). Meanwhile, Lars can look at things he'd be more interested in, as opposed to the back of my head. Like guns.
Hahahaha. As if they'd sell guns in a mall in New York.
Uh-oh. The limo's here. Here goes nothing.
4:00 PM, limo ride on the way to the loft
Oh, wow! That was just spectacular, like everything else in my wonderful life!
NOT!
It turned out that Lana and I have a lot in common. I mean, we totally like the same stores and stuff. We even went into Walden's, and I was SO freaked out when she and I split up for five minutes, and both showed up at the cash register with a copy of Emanuelle! Well, she had a new issue of some teen magazine with her too, but still.
And then, after about three and a half hours of shopping, we walked out of Macy's with all of our bags and stuff, and THERE WAS LILLY, WALKING TOWARDS US WITH BORIS.
And she TOTALLY recognized me, even though I was wearing my sunglasses. Her mouth just dropped and she went, "MIA?!?!?" And she just stood there, gaping and looking from me to Lana, and then back to me.
I got my mouth working. "Lilly! Hi...Listen, I can totally expl---"
"EXPLAIN?!? No, Mia, you SO can't. Nothing you say is going to help AT ALL."
"Lana and I-"
"I CANNOT believe this!! I mean, I was ALREADY mad at you for forgetting about me on New Year's, but THIS? This tops all!"
"Just let me--"
"I thought I could trust you! We used to hate her! She's completely superficial, remember? I guess all this Princess crap went to your head."
"Lilly, that is so unfair! You're always holding everything I do against me! What is it that I do that's finally going to satisfy you?"
"Well, certainly not this! Screw our damn friendship, Mia. We're OVER." And with that, she threw me the coldest look ever, and turned on her heel, Boris in tow.
"Hey Lilly!"
She turned.
"Just thought that maybe you should know...your brother's an excellent kisser."
Her jaw flew down again, looking at me in pure shock.
"Come on, Lana," I said, giving a sarcastic smile and a little wave at my ex-best friend and walking away from the whole thing.
Author's Notes: THIS IS IT!!! One of the pivitol moments in this story! Relax though, it's not the end.
Author's Tips: Tip #3: Go straight to the source for inspiration (for a Princess Diaries fanfic, you should visit megcabot.com, the Princess Diaries books, etc.).
Thursday, January 3, 10:00 AM, the loft
Mom just came back from the studio. She threw her Peach Madness smoothie up all over her canvas, and that the whole studio smells "peachy keen" and it's driving her insane.
"But Mom!" I protested, "You have that huge show tomorrow at the--"
"I know that, Mia. Just relax, ok? It's under control." And then she just walks into her room where Mr. G was and closes the door.
As if.
12:00 AM, the loft
Hours until I meet Lana Weinberger at the mall: 24
Hours until my life is ruined: 24
Friday, January 4, 11:30, the loft
Okay. Purse? Check.
Cell phone? Check.
Sunglasses (so no one in the press recognizes me. Or worse, my friends!)? Check.
11:45, the loft
Lars still has to come, but I negotiated with Dad, so he's going to be on the same floor, but not breathing down my neck. He'll call my cell phone every 15 minutes to check in. And I've got his number on speed dial (just in case an immigrant from a rival country to Genovia captures and abducts me in Bloomingdale's). Meanwhile, Lars can look at things he'd be more interested in, as opposed to the back of my head. Like guns.
Hahahaha. As if they'd sell guns in a mall in New York.
Uh-oh. The limo's here. Here goes nothing.
4:00 PM, limo ride on the way to the loft
Oh, wow! That was just spectacular, like everything else in my wonderful life!
NOT!
It turned out that Lana and I have a lot in common. I mean, we totally like the same stores and stuff. We even went into Walden's, and I was SO freaked out when she and I split up for five minutes, and both showed up at the cash register with a copy of Emanuelle! Well, she had a new issue of some teen magazine with her too, but still.
And then, after about three and a half hours of shopping, we walked out of Macy's with all of our bags and stuff, and THERE WAS LILLY, WALKING TOWARDS US WITH BORIS.
And she TOTALLY recognized me, even though I was wearing my sunglasses. Her mouth just dropped and she went, "MIA?!?!?" And she just stood there, gaping and looking from me to Lana, and then back to me.
I got my mouth working. "Lilly! Hi...Listen, I can totally expl---"
"EXPLAIN?!? No, Mia, you SO can't. Nothing you say is going to help AT ALL."
"Lana and I-"
"I CANNOT believe this!! I mean, I was ALREADY mad at you for forgetting about me on New Year's, but THIS? This tops all!"
"Just let me--"
"I thought I could trust you! We used to hate her! She's completely superficial, remember? I guess all this Princess crap went to your head."
"Lilly, that is so unfair! You're always holding everything I do against me! What is it that I do that's finally going to satisfy you?"
"Well, certainly not this! Screw our damn friendship, Mia. We're OVER." And with that, she threw me the coldest look ever, and turned on her heel, Boris in tow.
"Hey Lilly!"
She turned.
"Just thought that maybe you should know...your brother's an excellent kisser."
Her jaw flew down again, looking at me in pure shock.
"Come on, Lana," I said, giving a sarcastic smile and a little wave at my ex-best friend and walking away from the whole thing.