A/N: Hello, hello again! It's me, your friendly idol! Hello? Silvertongue? Ring a bell?
Wait… you mean you weren't pining for me? You weren't turning blue from holding your breath, eagerly waiting for a sign that I'm still kicking?
HOW COULD YOU????
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Oh well. I didn't miss me, either.
I've been trying to think up an idea to write about, and I have finally come up with something that will keep me occupied for a while…. YAY!
By the way , you can thank MICHELLE LAVIGNE for the resurrection of my lovely fanfic.
So now, without further ado, Stalkrboi….the Sequel!
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October 10, 2002 The Plaza
This has just GOT to be the WORST day of my entire life!!! Yeah, okay, I'll admit it, I've probably said this exact thing a million times, but I have *never* meant it the way I do now!!!!!!
This completely sucks!
I mean, I finally get a boyfriend that I'm completely in love with, and my stupid grandmere has to ruin EVERYTHING!!!!!!
I mean, everything was going GREAT!!!! I was HAPPY!!!!!!
Maybe I should start at the beginning…..
Okay, so I was going to Grandmere's today, y'know, for my princess lessons, and I was all happy, because Michael- the boy I've been dreaming of since, like, EVER- is my boyfriend, and because my boyfriend- Michael- is in love with me and I'm in love with him- Michael- so I really had no reason to be anything other than happy, don't you think, since, y'know, the whole boyfriend-Michael- thing was so great?
Okay.
So I got there- all happy- and Grandmere goes: What is wrong with you?
Me: Nothing, Grandmere. Absolutely nothing!
Grandmere: You're smiling. Something's wrong.
Me: What's so wrong about me smiling?
Grandmere: You usually sulk and frown and sigh and complain all of the time. What is wrong with you?
Me: NOTHING'S WRONG WITH ME! I'm HAPPY!
Grandmere: (Lifts eyebrow) Happy? Whatever for?
Me: I have a boyfriend, Grandmere! I'm happy!
Grandmere: A boyfriend. A boyfriend? You?
Me: (I was a little hurt by the tone she was using. I mean, how could I not? She's like, my grandmother!) Yes, me! Why is it so surprising that I have a boyfriend? What is so drastically wrong with me that I can never have a boyfriend? Am I so horrendously disfigured that you think no one in their right minds would date me? Huh, huh, huh?
Grandmere: You are whining. That's better.
Me: There's something seriously WRONG with you, Grandmere, that you're HAPPY when your ONLY GRANDDAUGHTER is in misery!
Grandmere: I thought you said you were happy. Which is it? Happy or miserable?
Me: You told me not to be happy!
Grandmere: Don't be stupid, Amelia. I said nothing of the sort.
Me: YES YOU DID! YOU YELLED AT ME!
Grandmere: Royalty never yells, Amelia. Now what's this I hear about a boyfriend?
Me: Wha…hu…wai…
Grandmere: Amelia, either say something or close your mouth.
Me: (Kinda dazed by now) Um, Michael, Grandmere…. Michael Moscovitz?
Grandmere: Who?
Me: You know, Lilly Moscovitz's brother?
Grandmere: Who is Lilly Moscovitz?
Me: Oh, I dunno, only my BEST FRIEND since FOREVER!!!!
Grandmere: I thought that lovely young lady, Tina, was your best friend.
Me: Why is it that you can only remember the names of the people who are connected to royalty???
Grandmere: Paolo isn't connected to royalty, and I can obviously remember his name. I resent your accusation.
Me: Paolo is your HAIRDRESSER, Grandmere. And his name is PAUL!
Grandmere: Amelia! What has gotten into you?
Me: NOTHING!!!! I'M HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!
Grandmere: That boy's not good enough for you, anyway, Amelia.
Me: What?
Grandmere: His parents are what? Therapists? You're a princess.
Me: That has nothing to do with ANYTHING!!! He LOVES me, and I LOVE him!!!
Grandmere: Love? Love? Love has got nothing to do with it, Amelia! Have you thought about your future with him, Amelia? Will he want to change his life for you, Amelia? Move to Genovia for you, Amelia? Change his name, his citizenship, for you, Amelia? Will he like being surrounded by paparazzi, Amelia? To be in the papers, Amelia? Never being able to argue with you, Amelia? Your mother didn't. Think about what you are doing, Amelia.
And she left. She LEFT!!! She like, DITCHED me in the Plaza! Took MY limo and LEFT! Can you believe her?
And the nerve!!! Bringing up my mother like that!!!
I mean, Michael and me have absolutely nothing in common with my parents!
I mean, okay, in both cases there's a mixing of royalty and non- royalty. And love. I mean, mom loved dad, I know she did. And dad probably still loves her.
But she didn't go. She loved him, but she wouldn't give up her own life for him.
Would Michael?