Authors Note: This is my very first Princess Diaries story. In fact, it's
my first fanfic ever, so please be kind. Thanks. And review, so I'll know
if you like it or hate it.
: ) ~Courtney
Monday, March 3, The Loft:
So here I sit in my room, with a giant ball of fat and fur (otherwise known as Fat Louie) sitting in my lap. I've spent the last ten minutes going over a conversation I had with Michael today in G&T. It wasn't really anything interesting. I still can't help but wonder, though, why someone as great as he is would even bother to take any time out for me, the total freak.
I mean, what kind of guy would willingly talk to a human q-tip? I mean, yeah, he tutors me in Algebra, but why should he talk to me outside of that? And it's not like Lily's any help either, always pointing out the obvious just at exactly the wrong time.
Anyway, here's how our conversation went:
MM: "Hey, Thermopolis, what's it been like living with one of your teachers?"
MT: "Well, I mean, it's not too bad. Mr. G. can be a pretty funny guy. And he helps me with my homework a little. At least he's not Mrs. Spears."
MM: "Not to mention the fact that he would have needed to have a sex change for that to happen."
MT: "Well, there's that too. It is annoying though, how he kind of acts differently at home and at school. He totally picks me out in class, just to show the other kids he isn't biased."
Lily: "Everyone knows you're no math wizard, Mia. They would understand it if he left you alone like he used to."
MT: "Thank you. Lily, but I don't think they're quite bright enough to see it that way. Besides, Mr. G thinks he's being helpful."
LM: "Well I think you should go tell him you don't like it. Maybe he'd see that you're still an introvert who doesn't need extra attention. Plus it's really unfair of him to give Lana free weapons like that. You need to vocalize your feelings, Mia, I really think you do."
MM: "Come on Lil, leave Mia alone. She's doing really well during our lessons and ever since the princess thing; she's definitely been vocalizing her opinions. You need to show more support for your best friend."
LM: "I am showing support!"
And then he cast me a quick little grin. You know, one of the ones that makes me melt inside, like ice does on a hot, New York sidewalk? And what did I say to him, this person that I have loved my whole life, who doesn't have a clue about how I feel? How did I show my gratitude? I proceeded to knock my entire pencil case on the floor, which made this totally huge crashing noise. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Michael totally looked embarrassed about being around me, which he definitely should have been, because I am a major klutz. That's kind of where the conversation ended, because the ridiculously loud noise I had made caused a chain affect and everyone else got totally distracted. Then Mrs. Hill came in the room and we all had to sit there quietly. Lily kept going on about Mr. G and how I need to tell him I don't think it's fair that he picks me out in class, but Michael seemed to have lost interest, and became totally involved in working on Crackhead, his webzine.
I just wonder if I'll ever be brave enough to tell Michael how I really feel. Or even to hear him say something nice about me without destroying something, actually.
Monday, March 3, The Loft:
So here I sit in my room, with a giant ball of fat and fur (otherwise known as Fat Louie) sitting in my lap. I've spent the last ten minutes going over a conversation I had with Michael today in G&T. It wasn't really anything interesting. I still can't help but wonder, though, why someone as great as he is would even bother to take any time out for me, the total freak.
I mean, what kind of guy would willingly talk to a human q-tip? I mean, yeah, he tutors me in Algebra, but why should he talk to me outside of that? And it's not like Lily's any help either, always pointing out the obvious just at exactly the wrong time.
Anyway, here's how our conversation went:
MM: "Hey, Thermopolis, what's it been like living with one of your teachers?"
MT: "Well, I mean, it's not too bad. Mr. G. can be a pretty funny guy. And he helps me with my homework a little. At least he's not Mrs. Spears."
MM: "Not to mention the fact that he would have needed to have a sex change for that to happen."
MT: "Well, there's that too. It is annoying though, how he kind of acts differently at home and at school. He totally picks me out in class, just to show the other kids he isn't biased."
Lily: "Everyone knows you're no math wizard, Mia. They would understand it if he left you alone like he used to."
MT: "Thank you. Lily, but I don't think they're quite bright enough to see it that way. Besides, Mr. G thinks he's being helpful."
LM: "Well I think you should go tell him you don't like it. Maybe he'd see that you're still an introvert who doesn't need extra attention. Plus it's really unfair of him to give Lana free weapons like that. You need to vocalize your feelings, Mia, I really think you do."
MM: "Come on Lil, leave Mia alone. She's doing really well during our lessons and ever since the princess thing; she's definitely been vocalizing her opinions. You need to show more support for your best friend."
LM: "I am showing support!"
And then he cast me a quick little grin. You know, one of the ones that makes me melt inside, like ice does on a hot, New York sidewalk? And what did I say to him, this person that I have loved my whole life, who doesn't have a clue about how I feel? How did I show my gratitude? I proceeded to knock my entire pencil case on the floor, which made this totally huge crashing noise. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Michael totally looked embarrassed about being around me, which he definitely should have been, because I am a major klutz. That's kind of where the conversation ended, because the ridiculously loud noise I had made caused a chain affect and everyone else got totally distracted. Then Mrs. Hill came in the room and we all had to sit there quietly. Lily kept going on about Mr. G and how I need to tell him I don't think it's fair that he picks me out in class, but Michael seemed to have lost interest, and became totally involved in working on Crackhead, his webzine.
I just wonder if I'll ever be brave enough to tell Michael how I really feel. Or even to hear him say something nice about me without destroying something, actually.
