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Chapter 3: Wednesday 25th February: The Plaza.I can't write too much, I have to meet Mom at the studio soon. But before I do I have a list to make.
Reasons to ask Michael out again.
For:
1. His peat-bog eyes. So gorgeous.
2. Why not?
3. It gives me an excuse to come back and see him in New York!
4. The Genovian parliaments been at me to get married or whatever. I could say, 'No need to match me up with someone, I have a boyfriend!'
5. I'm so totally in love with him.
Against:
1. He'll be all the way in New York. I'll hardly ever get to see him.
2. What if it doesn't work out? I'll be heartbroken.
3. I'd never hear the end of it from Lilly if it doesn't work out.
4. Ditto the Genovian Parliament.
5. The terrifying prospect of total rejection.
… Boy, does my life suck or WHAT??!!!
Mom's Studio - 11:56
Mom is sooo dead. I now know why she was inviting me to her studio. Because she invites Skinner Box to rehearse there. I walked in today, wearing my jeans and an old t-shirt, looked around and saw Michael tuning his guitar! He looked all surprised and said,
"Mia! What are you doing here?"
"My Mom invited me. What are you doing here?"
"We rehearse here once a day, excepting Fridays and Sundays." Michael stood up and looked around at the band members.
"Let's get working Guys." They started to practise a few chords. It was then I noticed a whole bunch of reporters standing outside. Lars asked,
"Shall I inform them of where they can put their microphones?" Always so polite. I shook my head.
"Nah, I can deal with them." I stepped outside and was half-blinded by the camera flashes.
"Your Majesty! Is it true you're dating your old boyfriend?"
"When are you returning to Genovia?"
"How is the economy in Genovia doing?" I put my hands up and they stopped talking.
"No, it's not true. I'm returning in a few weeks and the economy is fine. Now, I happen to be on vacation. If you have any questions I will set up a press interview near the end of my stay and I'll answer your questions then. Thankyou." I went back inside and slammed the door shut. Mom came over.
"Honey, are you ok?"
"Fine. Just getting rid of the press." Lars smiled and sat down to watch Michael play with the band. They're so good, it's depressing. It just reminds me of my uselessness. I mean what can I actually do? I'm a queen, true but that's not hard. The parliament does most of the work.
The Plaza: 8:50Anyway, after Michael and the band stopped playing he came to talk to me some more. We were having a big conversation about the band's prospects when there was a knock at the door. I sighed, thinking it would be more press. I pulled the door open, all ready to start shouting but René was standing there.
"Oh, what are YOU doing here?" I groaned. He stepped inside and replied,
"I would love to see your mother's work."
"Go to an art gallery then." I muttered, but so he couldn't hear me. I shut the door and stomped back to Michael. He asked,
"Who's that guy?"
"That's René. He's a prince and he's a friend of my grandmothers. He keeps following me around. He even followed me to New York!"
René came and sat down and shook hands with Michael. René was looking kind of bored and I suggested he go back to the plaza on account of his not looking well. But he smirked and said,
"But I haven't met all your friends." So then I had to introduce him to the band members. Michael whispered,
"Kind of pompous isn't he?"
"Yeah…" I replied. René was examining a painting and I whispered,
"Wanna go and get something to eat while he's not watching?" Michael nodded so Lars and we sneaked out, waving goodbye to the others. Once outside we went to a burger bar down the road. Veggie-burgers of course for me. Anyway, we were eating and Michael asked,
"So are you and René…?"
"Hell no! Excuse my language but no way!" I said. Lars laughed,
"René shows up at the castle once a month, attempts to court Mia then leaves. Regular as clockwork."
Michael took a bite of his burger and said suddenly,
"Uh oh. Pompous prince alert." I looked out of the window and saw René walking down the street with Francois, the bodyguard. They were talking and René looked slightly annoyed.
"Duck!" I cried and we all put our heads under the table. The waitress gave a weird look but who cares. A few minutes later I looked up and René had disappeared.
"I swear, if he follows me again tomorrow he is sooooooo dead!" I muttered. Michael grinned.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Because Lilly, Boris, Michelle and I were going to go to some stables for three nights. We'll be back on Sunday. You can come if you want."
"Really? Three days away from René? That's fantastic!" I said excitedly. Lars agreed and Michael smiled.
"That's great. I'll tell Lilly tonight. I'm going over for dinner." I looked at my watch and Lars reminded me,
"You have to visit the ambassador of Spain tonight." I pulled a face. The Spanish ambassador is nice and everything, but dinner with him was boring. Lars grinned and I looked at him.
"Hey, you're coming with me! There's no way I'm facing him alone." Michael smiles and stands up.
"I must be leaving you now. I'll pick you up tomorrow?"
"Sure." He leaves and Lars asks me,
"What are you going to tell René?"
"I'm not. I'm going to tell the front desk and they can tell him. Not that I'll be giving them an address of where we're going. Mainly because I don't know." I said, suddenly realising. Lars smiled and said,
"You know, Princess, we have to go and get ready for the ambassador."
"Ok. Let's go."
So we had dinner. I nearly fell asleep in my vegetarian main course. But Lars managed to get me away by saying I had been under a lot of pressure recently. I've got to pack before René gets back.
Thursday 26th March: A car on the way to the stables: 7:15 am.
I'm in a car with the others right now. Michelle is fast asleep. She's so cute! Lilly was telling me how the stables are way out in the middle of nowhere and René will never be able to find us. I hope she's right.
I haven't had a chance to talk to Michael yet today, because he's driving. Lars and me sneaked out of the hotel at half past 6 this morning. René was fast asleep, so that ok. Everyone else is sort of dozing.
Top 5 great things about this holiday so far1: Michael, duh.
2: Fat Louie.
3 All my other friends and family.
4: Catching up with people.
5: Not having to wear a tiara, hold a sceptre or put on big, poufy dresses.
Top 5 Worst things about this holiday so far1: The horrible decision of whether or not to invite Michael to Genovia.
2: René
3: The fact that I'll have to leave it all again soon.
4: The Press are following me all over the place again
5: Lars foot is on mine right now. It's metal plated and very heavy. No joke.
Michael says it's still a couple of hours driving to the stables, so I should go to sleep. Tina has promised to come to the stables tomorrow. We'll have a proper outing and everything. It's gonna be great!
Friday 27th March: 7:30 Pm. My room in the cabin.
Oh… my… god…
You are so not going to believe what has happened to me. This is the most incredible thing EVER!
We went horseback riding yesterday, and it was great fun. But it's today that was important. It got really cold so we couldn't go riding, but we stayed in the cabin and played games and stuff. It was really fun. Then Boris and Lilly went to see Michelle's bedroom (she'd 'decorated' it with a lot of paper and glue.). Tina is arriving in an hour or so, so it was just Michael and me. Well, and Lars but he was asleep. Michael asked me,
"Do you want to go outside for a minute?"
"Um, ok." I said, not really knowing why he would want to go outside, since it was freezing cold. Anyway, he opened the door and we went onto this tiny balcony. He said,
"Are you having a good time?"
"The best. I'll be sad to say goodbye again."
"We'll all be sad to see you go." Michael said in this quiet voice. I looked away, feeling totally guilty. Then Michael asked,
"Will you come back soon?"
"I hope so. I don't want to do what I did last time."
"Why didn't you say goodbye?" He asked suddenly. I was all taken aback and muttered,
"I don't know."
"There must have been a reason."
"My father had just died and I was a bit preoccupied, ok? Is that a good enough excuse for you?" I burst out angrily. Michael looked hurt and I said,
"Oh, God, I'm sorry Michael. I never meant for this to happen. It all went wrong and everything was bad…"
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, Michael." And then he turned to me and kissed me.
Kissed me.
KISSED ME!!!!!!
It was fantastic! Except I was all blotchy because I'd started crying without even realising it. Then, when we'd finished kissing he sort of stepped back and said embarrassedly,
"Sorry Mia…"
"Don't be sorry! Why are you sorry?"
"I didn't mean for that to happen."
"You didn't?"
"No…"
Then we were both quiet for ages. Eventually Michael said,
"Did you ever think of me?"
"All the time. You and Mom and Fat Louie. Everyone."
"Did you mind me kissing you just now?" He asked. I looked at him, shocked.
"Of course I didn't mind! It was wonderful."
"Can I do it again?"
"Um, ok."
Um, ok. That was seriously what I said. The love of my life, my very reason for existence asked if he could kiss me, and all I could come up with was 'um, ok'.
I am such a loser.
But it worked. He did kiss me. And it was totally great too!
Saturday 28th March: The cabin.
My life is just PERFECT! I am totally dating the most perfect guy on earth, am surrounded by my friends and have just had the best day EVER.
Lilly found out that we had kissed. She had come through and caught it all on videotape. But I don't care!
I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love my life! My life totally rocks!
My life – by Mia Thermopolis.
My life before now was a dreary despair
Of bills for parliament
And really bad hair
But now I've arrived in the place of the start
Where I gave away my very own heart
And now my life is a wondrous thing
My joy is so high, like a bird it sings
I wish never to leave, to stay here forever
And to leave my beloved, I wish for it never
For Michael has made my life so complete
I don't even care about my size eight feet
Who cares if my life before now was bad?
Now in my life, there is much happiness to be had
My prince has arrived, in a totally cool car
To be with him forever, I would go far
Just him and me
That it may last
My life is now wonderful
I care not for the past.
……………I need some more practise at composing poems. Not bad for a first attempt though.
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