Disclaimer: I do not own The Princess Diaries, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any characters belonging to these two series.
Author's Note: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
Tuesday, January 16, 4:35 pm, in the limo on the way to the loft
Stayed after school waay late to do some painting. Miss McDougal said that as long as I cleaned up when I was finished, the art room was all mine.
Well...mine and Jeremy's.
While he was scultping, he was telling me all about how he and his dad backpacked across Europe last year, so he missed his freshman year of highschool. Which was why he is one year older than everyone in the freshman class.
I told him he's lucky. My dad would never in a million years take me backpacking across Europe, especially if it meant I would miss a year of school.
Anyway, I decided that even though Jeremy wears braces, he's pretty cool. I mean, he isn't dorky-looking like Boris Pelkowski (even though Boris isn't a bad guy). In fact, I think his braces look okay on him.
And then, he even taught me how to make something called a pinch pot using just clay!! It was interesting, but I told him I'd rather stick to 2-D art.
6:30, the loft
Lana just imed me.
XcheerXleadrXnotXfollowrX: Hey, Mia! Listen, I'm totally free Friday and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go bowling with me?
FtLouie: Well, normally I would say yes, but I actually promised Michael I would come over and watch the complete first season of Buffy with him.
Which was true. I mean, I was surprised that I actually wasn't lying.
XcheerXleadrXnotXfollowrX: Well...bring Michael along! And I'll bring someone too. It'll be like a double-date!
OH, GREAT. Just what I need. I can see it now. Me looking dorky in bowling shoes with JOSH RICHTER, who would probably bring a camera and the entire press along with him.
"Say no," a little voice inside of me said.
But then, a different voice, a much larger and more powerful voice goes, "You know you'll say yes. You're such a weenie. You can never say no when you want to."
FtLouie: Well...let me ask Michael and I'll get back to you.
XcheerXleadrXnotXfollowrX: Ok. TTYL!
FtLouie has signed off.
9:30 pm, the loft
Me: Hey Michael?
Michael: Yes?
Me: How would you feel if instead of watching Buffy Friday, we went bowling?
Michael: Yeah...actually that sounds even better.
Me: Oh, that's good. Um...Hey, Michael?
Michael: Yes?
Me: How would you feel if Lana and her date came along?
Michael: ...Huh?
2:00 am, the loft
WHY WOULD I POSSIBLY TELL LANA THAT I WOULD GO BOWLING WITH HER AND JOSH RICHTER?!?!?!?!?!?
Author's Note: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
Tuesday, January 16, 4:35 pm, in the limo on the way to the loft
Stayed after school waay late to do some painting. Miss McDougal said that as long as I cleaned up when I was finished, the art room was all mine.
Well...mine and Jeremy's.
While he was scultping, he was telling me all about how he and his dad backpacked across Europe last year, so he missed his freshman year of highschool. Which was why he is one year older than everyone in the freshman class.
I told him he's lucky. My dad would never in a million years take me backpacking across Europe, especially if it meant I would miss a year of school.
Anyway, I decided that even though Jeremy wears braces, he's pretty cool. I mean, he isn't dorky-looking like Boris Pelkowski (even though Boris isn't a bad guy). In fact, I think his braces look okay on him.
And then, he even taught me how to make something called a pinch pot using just clay!! It was interesting, but I told him I'd rather stick to 2-D art.
6:30, the loft
Lana just imed me.
XcheerXleadrXnotXfollowrX: Hey, Mia! Listen, I'm totally free Friday and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go bowling with me?
FtLouie: Well, normally I would say yes, but I actually promised Michael I would come over and watch the complete first season of Buffy with him.
Which was true. I mean, I was surprised that I actually wasn't lying.
XcheerXleadrXnotXfollowrX: Well...bring Michael along! And I'll bring someone too. It'll be like a double-date!
OH, GREAT. Just what I need. I can see it now. Me looking dorky in bowling shoes with JOSH RICHTER, who would probably bring a camera and the entire press along with him.
"Say no," a little voice inside of me said.
But then, a different voice, a much larger and more powerful voice goes, "You know you'll say yes. You're such a weenie. You can never say no when you want to."
FtLouie: Well...let me ask Michael and I'll get back to you.
XcheerXleadrXnotXfollowrX: Ok. TTYL!
FtLouie has signed off.
9:30 pm, the loft
Me: Hey Michael?
Michael: Yes?
Me: How would you feel if instead of watching Buffy Friday, we went bowling?
Michael: Yeah...actually that sounds even better.
Me: Oh, that's good. Um...Hey, Michael?
Michael: Yes?
Me: How would you feel if Lana and her date came along?
Michael: ...Huh?
2:00 am, the loft
WHY WOULD I POSSIBLY TELL LANA THAT I WOULD GO BOWLING WITH HER AND JOSH RICHTER?!?!?!?!?!?