Disclaimer: Oops, I forgot to do this in the first chapter, I do not own any of the characters here, Meg Cabot does. There.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, special thanks to Padfoot Black, for all of your help! And also thanks to saltydaseashorecrab, just for being you!
Now on with the story! Each chapter will be one day, so since the last one was Monday, this one will be Tuesday.
Tuesday, 11th February, Algebra.
Lana also has big plans for this weekend. She was telling anyone who would listen how she and Josh were going up to his parents cabin in Vermont for the weekend. Apparently it has a huge hot tub. I bet they will be doing some making out too. I wish me and Michael had a place we could go for some privacy without being interrupted every five minutes. At the loft, I'm not even allowed to close the door fully with Michael around. Then there was the incident on the fire escape. We thought we were being really sneaky by climbing out onto the fire escape to make out, but little did we know there was an entire film crew across the street. Apparently one of our neighbors had tried to contact aliens and ended up burning down his apartment. Seemingly, our little make out session made a better story, and they filmed us for about three minutes before I realized. I nearly pushed Michael over the edge in my scramble to get back inside. It was all over the TV for the next week. It was so embarrassing; we try to stay clear of the fire exit at all times now.
Tuesday, 11th February, French.
Oh my gosh!!!! In all my excitement over what Michael was planning for me for Valentine's Day, I completely forgot about what I was going to get for HIM!!!
And now I feel like the worst girlfriend ever. I asked Tina for help but she is still bitter about romance since Dave dumped her for Jasmine. She hasn't given up on love completely, and she is fully supportive of Michael and I's relationship, but post-break-up-Tina gives a lot less reliable advice than pre-break-up-Tina.
I had the same problems with Michael's birthday present earlier in the year; no one could give me any sensible suggestions. I ended up getting him a moon rock that I stole from the Palace Museum back in Genovia. But I'm not in Genovia anymore, and I can't go stealing stuff from the New York Museum, because if THEY found out, I don't think they would let me get away with it by dancing with a handsome prince like Grandmere did when she found out.
Tuesday, 11th February, Limo on way to Grandmere's.
I've been thinking about it all day long, but I still have no idea what to get Michael. In G&T today, he mentioned some kind of computer software he needs, but I decided against it because knowing me, I'd probably get the wrong thing and he'd be like "Gee, thanks, I guess it's the thought that counts." And then I would feel so guilty because of all that he has planned for me.
I even went as far as to ask Lars, my bodyguard, what to get him. But Lars just said "Nunchucks. Every guy his age wants nunchucks. I can get the real, authentic ones for you too, special order for bodyguards." But I can't give my boyfriend nunchucks for Valentine's Day! That's like saying "Here is a weapon. Next time I annoy you, feel free to use it on me." I may as well get him a machete!!!
Not that Michael would ever hit me of course. He's much too gentlemanly, especially since Lars is always two feet behind me. But it's still not the type of thing to give your boyfriend. Maybe I should just ask Michael himself what he wants. But I'd better not tell Grandmere, Princesses are never supposed to be so up front, especially when it comes to their feelings about love!
Tuesday, 11th February, Loft.
Grandmere was still on my case about Friday today. She was trying to tell me about the new Genovian Parliament Ministers, but I was thinking about Michael's present, and she could tell my mind was not on the subject at hand.
"Amelia!" She shouted, frightening Rommel, her hairless poodle, into jumping out from under her chair. "What did I just say to you? What are you thinking about? What could possibly be more important than what I am telling you?"
Um, lots of things Grandmere. But I didn't say that out loud of course. Instead, I told her about my problems with what to get Michael for Valentine's Day.
She was less that sympathetic to my plight. She told me that a woman should never show the man she loves that she loves him; she should always keep him guessing. But she did tell me that if I must get him something, it should be something he needs, but that he would never get himself. How does that help?
And then I asked her if that meant I could go out with Michael on Friday, to give him his present, she said "Pfuit! Don't give it to him Friday; give it to him late, like Saturday, or even Sunday. That way, he is still unsure of your feelings."
I just got an IM from Michael himself:
LinuxRulz: Hey, you own a raincoat don't you?
Why was he asking me if I owned a raincoat?
FtLouie: Hey, yeah I have one somewhere. Why?
LinuxRulz: No reason, just curious is all.
Just curious? As if. Michael has a reason behind everything, he is never "just curious." It must have something to do with our plans for the weekend. But why a raincoat?
FtLouie: Does this have anything to do with this weekend?
LinuxRulz: Maybe...
FtLouie: Can't you just tell me?
LinuxRulz: ......... No.
This is getting so frustrating. Sooner or later I will find out just what he is planning. I just wish it would be sooner rather than later.
That's all for now, please review, and I'll put more up soon.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, special thanks to Padfoot Black, for all of your help! And also thanks to saltydaseashorecrab, just for being you!
Now on with the story! Each chapter will be one day, so since the last one was Monday, this one will be Tuesday.
Tuesday, 11th February, Algebra.
Lana also has big plans for this weekend. She was telling anyone who would listen how she and Josh were going up to his parents cabin in Vermont for the weekend. Apparently it has a huge hot tub. I bet they will be doing some making out too. I wish me and Michael had a place we could go for some privacy without being interrupted every five minutes. At the loft, I'm not even allowed to close the door fully with Michael around. Then there was the incident on the fire escape. We thought we were being really sneaky by climbing out onto the fire escape to make out, but little did we know there was an entire film crew across the street. Apparently one of our neighbors had tried to contact aliens and ended up burning down his apartment. Seemingly, our little make out session made a better story, and they filmed us for about three minutes before I realized. I nearly pushed Michael over the edge in my scramble to get back inside. It was all over the TV for the next week. It was so embarrassing; we try to stay clear of the fire exit at all times now.
Tuesday, 11th February, French.
Oh my gosh!!!! In all my excitement over what Michael was planning for me for Valentine's Day, I completely forgot about what I was going to get for HIM!!!
And now I feel like the worst girlfriend ever. I asked Tina for help but she is still bitter about romance since Dave dumped her for Jasmine. She hasn't given up on love completely, and she is fully supportive of Michael and I's relationship, but post-break-up-Tina gives a lot less reliable advice than pre-break-up-Tina.
I had the same problems with Michael's birthday present earlier in the year; no one could give me any sensible suggestions. I ended up getting him a moon rock that I stole from the Palace Museum back in Genovia. But I'm not in Genovia anymore, and I can't go stealing stuff from the New York Museum, because if THEY found out, I don't think they would let me get away with it by dancing with a handsome prince like Grandmere did when she found out.
Tuesday, 11th February, Limo on way to Grandmere's.
I've been thinking about it all day long, but I still have no idea what to get Michael. In G&T today, he mentioned some kind of computer software he needs, but I decided against it because knowing me, I'd probably get the wrong thing and he'd be like "Gee, thanks, I guess it's the thought that counts." And then I would feel so guilty because of all that he has planned for me.
I even went as far as to ask Lars, my bodyguard, what to get him. But Lars just said "Nunchucks. Every guy his age wants nunchucks. I can get the real, authentic ones for you too, special order for bodyguards." But I can't give my boyfriend nunchucks for Valentine's Day! That's like saying "Here is a weapon. Next time I annoy you, feel free to use it on me." I may as well get him a machete!!!
Not that Michael would ever hit me of course. He's much too gentlemanly, especially since Lars is always two feet behind me. But it's still not the type of thing to give your boyfriend. Maybe I should just ask Michael himself what he wants. But I'd better not tell Grandmere, Princesses are never supposed to be so up front, especially when it comes to their feelings about love!
Tuesday, 11th February, Loft.
Grandmere was still on my case about Friday today. She was trying to tell me about the new Genovian Parliament Ministers, but I was thinking about Michael's present, and she could tell my mind was not on the subject at hand.
"Amelia!" She shouted, frightening Rommel, her hairless poodle, into jumping out from under her chair. "What did I just say to you? What are you thinking about? What could possibly be more important than what I am telling you?"
Um, lots of things Grandmere. But I didn't say that out loud of course. Instead, I told her about my problems with what to get Michael for Valentine's Day.
She was less that sympathetic to my plight. She told me that a woman should never show the man she loves that she loves him; she should always keep him guessing. But she did tell me that if I must get him something, it should be something he needs, but that he would never get himself. How does that help?
And then I asked her if that meant I could go out with Michael on Friday, to give him his present, she said "Pfuit! Don't give it to him Friday; give it to him late, like Saturday, or even Sunday. That way, he is still unsure of your feelings."
I just got an IM from Michael himself:
LinuxRulz: Hey, you own a raincoat don't you?
Why was he asking me if I owned a raincoat?
FtLouie: Hey, yeah I have one somewhere. Why?
LinuxRulz: No reason, just curious is all.
Just curious? As if. Michael has a reason behind everything, he is never "just curious." It must have something to do with our plans for the weekend. But why a raincoat?
FtLouie: Does this have anything to do with this weekend?
LinuxRulz: Maybe...
FtLouie: Can't you just tell me?
LinuxRulz: ......... No.
This is getting so frustrating. Sooner or later I will find out just what he is planning. I just wish it would be sooner rather than later.
That's all for now, please review, and I'll put more up soon.