A/N: I would like to thank those who reviewed my story (up to the point of this publication). Daydreamer-022 robtaymattlouned and the person known as omg. All reviews are appreciated, All critiques and or praise is taken into account.
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The Princess Diaries, It's All Becoming Clear!
Wednesday, June 4, The limo on the way to school.
I can't believe my parents. First of all they didn't tell me I was a princess until it was convenient for them, then they did this. Hang on, I can't even bring myself to write it.
They want me to BREAK UP WITH MICHAEL. I can't believe them. Of all the things I expected of them this morning when I found my father in my living room, but this!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life is over I tell you. The moment I start to finally feel some sentiment of SELF-ACTUALIZATION, my parents go and hit me with a hundred-pound fist to the stomach. This is how the conversation went.
Me: Hey Dad, what you doing here.
Dad: I'm here to see you of course, and about a pressing matter.
Me: What is it?
Mum: Mia, would you sit down with us.
Me: Sure, but I want you to know that you're starting to scare me a bit.
Dad: Okay honey, your mother and I have been talking over the past week about some things we're concerned about.
Mum: And those things, seem to all point in the direction of your relationship... with Michael.
Me: WHAT?
Dad: Honey, just listen to us first please and know that Grandmere has nothing to do with this.
This is obviously my fathers way of showing that what they were about to say had nothing to do with me being a princess. It was a comfort to hear that then, but now I know what they were concerned about.
Mum: We're just concerned about how quickly your relationship is progressing and we want to talk to you about your options.
Me: Hang on a minute... let me re-phrase that. Hold on and freeze so I can process the fact that my parents are giving me a speech about what options THEY believe I have with MY BOYFRIEND. I mean it's like you believe you have A SAY in what happens between us.
Dad: Mia, you know perfectly well that we have a say in your relationships with boys as your only 15 YEARS OLD, or did you manage to forget that.
Mum: Philippe, Mia, I think we all need to calm down and not overreact to things just yet.
Me: I thought you liked Michael.
Mum: Honey, we do it's just that Michael is so much older than you and we're worried that you may be moving too fast with your relationship. I mean, he won't be living at home soon and naturally your going to want to go over to his new place, wherever that might be and we trust you and Michael, we really do but...
Me: But what?
Dad: Mia, we think it might be best if you end your relationship with Michael before it gets out of hand.
Me: WHAT? Okay, I can take that I may be young and you want me to not have sex, cause this is what this is about isn't it. But, now your telling me that I have to BREAK UP WITH MICHAEL, who is the one thing in this screwed up world I live in at the moment that makes me happy. I mean if it isn't bad enough I have to sacrifice my time and happiness to perform the role of a princess. That I have to go and spend months in another country away from my friends, that I have Grandmere trying with all her might to make my life difficult. NO. I have my parents telling me that I have to BREAK UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND, WHO IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, WHO IS EVERYTHING TO ME. No, I won't have this. I'm going to school and don't expect me home early.
At that I ran out the door and found Lars in the limo. That's where I am now, waiting outside the Moscovitz apartment tower, trying to make my eyes look like they haven't been crying.
Now Michael and Lilly are in the limo. Michael has his arm around me and it's making me feel better, but I'm trying really hard not to look like I'm dieing inside. Cause all I can think about is the conversation I just had with my parents.