My updating might be slower than usual for this one, because I am having trouble chosing which story to put up next. Out of the two I am debating, both of them are complicated and both of them need work. So it might be every three days instead of every one or two. But I wrote a new one-shot to put up specifically on Monday, so that one will be up too.

Disclaimer: I am Meg Cabot. I own all of the characters... NOT. No seriously, All characters belong to Meg Cabot, I just like to muck around with them.

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Lilly turned to Mia in disbelief. "My brother asked you to the dance?"

"Yes! That's what I'm telling you! He just asked me in the hall!"

"Really? Because I'm sorry, but I find that hard to believe."

"Well it's true," Mia assured her.

The girls were sitting in G&T, a class for students to hone their special abilities.

"I wish Michael were in this class, then I'd let you ask him yourself. But he's not, so you'll just have to either take my word for it, or ask him later."

"I'll ask him later, and of course Michael is not in this class. You remember when they told him he was and he told them where to go? Being in G&T would seriously tarnish his popularity. Duh."

"Obviously he doesn't think taking me to the dance would tarnish his popularity. You know, Lil, I think you're too harsh on him. You don't give him enough credit," Mia defended her date.

"Please, spare me the sap. I give credit where credit is due, it's not my fault that he doesn't deserve it. The guy is a moron, Mia. And why you even want to go to the dance with him in the first place is beyond me."

"Why you want to go to the dance with your date is beyond me," Mia retorted, looking at Lilly's date, Boris Pelkowski, who'd just stepped out of the closet due to the fact his violin bow had knocked over a jar of terpentine.

"What's wrong with Boris?" Lilly asked, sounding a little hurt.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm sure your time at the dance will be... a hoot."

Lilly eyed her friend but said nothing.

* * *

Later, Lilly barged into Michael's room without knocking.

"Get out," Michael said, not even bothering to look up at her.

"Why'd you do it, Michael?" she demanded to know, ignoring his request to get out.

"Do what?"

"Ask Mia to the dance. Now she's all hyped up about it, she's practically planning your wedding!"

Michael gulped, suddenly feeling guilty. "It's none of your business what I do or who I take to the dance. Now get out."

"Look, ok. I know somewhere inside you is a decent part of you... somewhere... So just don't do anything to hurt her. She's had a rough couple of weeks recently, and now everyone knows about her princess-ness, so just don't hurt her. Or else I'll hurt you."

"Whatever," was his response to her idle threat.

The phone rang and Lilly left to answer it, but she returned a second later with a disgusted look on her face. She held the phone out to him and, with one hand over the mouth piece, said, "It's Josh."

Michael took the phone from her and waited for her to leave before saying, "Hello?"

"Hey, buddy. So did you ask her to the dance? How'd it go?"

"Yeah, I asked her, and said yes. But..."

"Alright!" Josh cried, cutting Michael off. "Don't worry about a thing, I'll arrange everything. I even told Tiffany she is now going to the dance with Greg. So don't worry about a thing..."

Josh spent the next ten minutes rattling off his plan: They'd all go out to dinner first, and Josh would have called the papers and magazines ahead of time and told them to be at the school. Michael was to kiss Mia in front of the cameras, therefore giving them something to write about, and securing his face in the paper as "New York's Very Own Princess's Boyfriend."

Throughout the entire conversation, Michael couldn't help but think this whole thing was wrong. And cruel.

Sure, he didn't like Mia, but he didn't want to be mean to her. That wasn't his style. Lilly was right, there WAS a decent part of him inside somewhere.

Less than a minute after he'd hung up from Josh, the phone rang again.

"Oh, hi, Michael," Mia said nervously. She hadn't expected him to be the one to answer the phone, he rarely did. "It's Mia. How are you?"

"Fine," he replied dryly.

"That's good... Um, can I talk to Lilly?"

"Sure, one second," he replied walking over to the door and opening it.

"Lilly!" he hollered down the hallway. "Phone!"

"No need to yell, jerk. I'm not deaf."

"Whatever," Michael replied, handing the phone to Lilly and going back into his room.

"Hello?" Lilly asked, taking the phone to her own room.

"Hey, Lil. Did you ask him? I told you it was true!" Mia cried.

"Yes, you're right. It's true. But really, Mia, don't you think it's a bit of a coincidence, him asking you out on the day he finds out you're a princess? I wouldn't put it past him for this to be some hairbrained publicity thing."

Mia couldn't help but think the same thing. But then she figured, who cares? It still meant she got to go to the dance with the guy of her dreams!

"Lilly! That's a horrible thing to say about your brother. And besides, I think he was going to ask me last night, before you interrupted us. And no one knew then, did they?"

"How do you know," Lilly agrued. "That that was what he was going to say?"

"I just do, ok? Trust me. Everything will be perfect."

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Is anyone interested in me doing a sequel for Creep? I just want to get a rough idea of if there is any kind of demand for it...