A/N: Hey, Yes I'm back … unfortunately for you lot. I like updating, especially when someone reminds me to do so. *cough*Lucie*cough* my birthday is on the 12th so I'll be putting up a Birthday fic for that … because I've written one and what better time to put it up then my own birthday? Yeah, so. Read and Review please. Enjoy!

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"O-Oh … You do?" He heard Mia stutter and couldn't help himself from thinking it was cute. What was with him lately? He was only supposed to make Mia a free agent. Well … technically.

"Yes." He said boldly. Nice to see he'd managed to shake off the weak pathetic voice. Now he was just an asshole breaking up with his girlfriend who he apparently loves.

Yeah, I would have stuck with the weak pathetic look if that was me. Then again, I wouldn't have broken up with Mia because some guy told me to.

What could I have done to him, anyway? Nothing, that's what. Lilly would have killed me if I laid a finger on him, and besides, I kind of think I would have ended up with some kind of punishment for beating the crap out of a boy 3 years younger than me, in my own bedroom.

Wow. He really is stupid.

Anyway, you don't want to hear the pathetic ramblings of a teenage boy, when you could be listening to the break up of the Princess and her 'Consort'. Well, at least you would be listening … if you weren't a book.

Since when did I refer to Showalter as the Prince Consort? Ehh, whatever.

Have you ever noticed how I always manage to get completely off topic, without even trying?

Ok … Carrying on with the Break-up.

"Right. Can I ask why?" Mia asked. Which was a surprize for me as Mia isn't usually that assertive.

 "Oh. You want to know why … right. Well, Uhm …" He stuttered. Yeah … we hadn't exactly gone over the reasons why he should break it off with her. Well, I figured it'd be hard enough to take, without adding insult to injury and asking him why he'd break up with her …

Yeah, Ok I lie again. I knew perfectly well she'd want to know why he wanted to end it. What can I say in my defence? I don't like the guy. Why the hell would I make him think about what he was doing? He was doing it, and that was the only thing that got through to my brain.

Although, at that moment … I felt pretty bad for the guy. Just a little bit, but still … I felt bad. So me, being a kind soul, helping the needy and all that crap, I decided to help him out a bit. Thank god the guy had a phone is all I can say.

Even if it did have a Japanese sounding ring tone and was about as fast as a turtle, moon walking.

So I rang the number. (I'd raided Lilly's phone book, and somehow, Showalter's number was in it. Don't even bother asking me why Lilly would have his number, because I don't have the faintest clue. Is it normal for you to have you best friends' boyfriend's number?)

It rang 5 times and I could hear him apologising profusely to Mia before he finally picked up.

"Hello?" He asked nervously, obviously wondering who it was, as he didn't have my umber, so would have no idea who was calling him.

"Hey, idiot. Tell her you love her, but you feel you have to break up with her because you can't handle her Grandmere and all the press hounding you. Tell her you wish it could have lasted, but you can't go on living like a hounded celebrity when all you want to be, is just a normal boy with a normal life." I explained, with a touch of sarcasm to my voice. Kenny was anything but normal after all.

"Yeah Ok." He replied, trying not to say anything that would reveal who he was talking to. I don't thin Mia would appreciate it if she found out what I was doing for her.

I don't know who though, I mean, any girl would be flattered to find out that a hot older guy, love – had feelings for them. But then again, Mia isn't exactly like any other average girl is she. For starters, she's a Princess. Now that's a pretty big thing by itself. Now add the fact she's pretty tall, and has a particularly evil grandmother onto that and you've got a special girl. Not only special in the way of royalty, but special in the way of personality.

You know, that last sentence reminds me of a t-shirt I really want to get. It says

"My Mummy says I'm Special!" on the front, and has a picture of a person with their eyes popping out, and their legs tied in a bow on the back. It's a pretty cool t-shirt …

Yeah, I got off topic again. Damn it. Ok, back on track.

Showalter cancelled the call, and, I'm assuming, walked back over to Mia.

"Mia, you're a fantastic girl, but I just can't deal with the press hounding me all day long. I just want to lead a normal life with my friends and close family, and not have to deal with constant pressure from the press to always look nice and speak when spoken to. It's been a fantastic couple of months, but I feel now is the time to end it. I'd better go. Goodbye Mia." He finished and walked over to the door I was currently leaning up against. I backed off quickly, and jogged back towards by bedroom, just managing to get behind the door in time.

Showalter walked out of the Den, with Mia trailing behind him, sort of … smiling? Nah, she couldn't be smiling. Her boyfriend had just broken up with her?! Well, I guess Mia really wasn't all that fond of him after all. Great news for me, anyway. He turned back to face her however, and that little smile quickly vanished, to be replaced with a sad face, with eyes almost brimming over with tears. It's amazing how quickly Mia could change her facial expressions. Pity she has that nostril - lying problem. She could be a great poker player. Well, I wouldn't mind having her on my team.

Come to think of it I wouldn't mind having Mia on me, period.

Ok, shut up, Hormones talking. Shut Up Michael.

So anyway, Mia said her goodbyes with the walking doofus, and shut the door behind him. She then did a funny thing. She leaned against the door with her eyes closed and remained like that for a good 2 minutes. She then pushed herself off from where she had almost slumped down to the floor, and jumped up into the air, letting out a huge

"WOOO!!!"

And doing a little dance. Yeah … Mia should really stop watching Dirty Dancing. All those lifetime movies are making her life like a film. Ehh, not like that's a bad thing … as long as she ends up with the right guy.

Namely Me.

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