[ Wow, I haven't updated in a superbly long time. We're almost done with school, though, and I wanted to write something… had this urge. So here I am. I know lots of you have probably forgotten about what this story's about, and I need to rethink the ideas through. It'll all be good. I lost my copy of The Princess Diaries: Volume 1 so I'm going to begin drifting away from the book a little more and more. That's okay, right?

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters! ]

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Thursday something-or-other at home

I'm not this organized. I swear, I'm not. For some reason, I can't remember what today's date is. I'm tired of trying to get things exactly perfect. It's not like this notebook-of-feelings is going to turn into a world-class publication, anyways. So who needs dates? "Thursday something-or-other" sounds perfectly fine to me.

But moving on… G&T was slightly more eventful today; I actually helped Mia finish up her biology project, instead of simply moping around. It was one of those snazzy trifold presentation deals, and she still had to glue all her research onto the board. So who comes around to assist the damsel in distress but the one-and-only Lilly Moscovitz? Believe me when I say I am an expert on procrastination in a professional manner. It was actually entertaining, because I was reading her information on mealworms and it made me crack up for some odd reason. She was having fun today, which was good to see, after how upset and occupied she seemed yesterday. The whole class was staring at us as we worked, except Boris, who was inside the supply closet fiendishly practicing his chromatic scales.

Chromatic scales? How do I know these things?

Anyways, Michael kept shooting us these looks, and even came over to us to tell us to shut up (his exact words were more like, "calm down, you two, it's just mealworms", but whatever). We were having a blast, until I realized that we ran out of rubber cement. And as we still had half the board to finish, I jumped right up and barged into Mrs. Hill's oodles-of-school-supplies closet.
Now, let me tell you. My mind was totally on mealworms and making sure that we finished Mia's project on time that I just charged through that door without a second thought.
And I found Boris inside, his dark eyes glaring at whatever person had interrupted his private practice session. Hand clutched to violin. Shirt tucked in. Hair sticking up on the right side of his head.
I definitely wasn't expecting that. And I froze.

Me: "Uh… hi?"
Boris: [silence]
Me: "Uh, I forgot you were in here. Sorry, I'll be quick. I just need to grab some rubber cement." Smooth, Lilly, smooth. You forgot he was in here when the clatter produced by his violin is absolutely and earth-shatteringly loud.
Boris cocked his head to the side slightly. "Okay."
Me: "Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry."

I rushed over to the back corner, and quickly tried to snag a bottle of rubber cement off the top shelf. Tried, being the key word in the situation. My ears turned crimson and I could feel the heat building up in my face. I was too short to reach that bottle on the top, and this guy I had a semi-crush-fetish-obsession-who-knows-what was watching me! I was about to grab a crate to stand on, or something, when I realized that Boris was standing next to me, and before I knew it, he nonchalantly reached up and got the bottle for me. My face was literally a ripened tomato, and I blushed furiously as I took the rubber cement from him. It would have been fine there, but I made the mistake of looking up at him. I never realized that he was taller than me. I never realized that he had amazing potential for a cute smile. I never noticed his eyes to this extent.

Me: "Uh… thanks?"
Boris: "You're welcome." But I could tell his mind was growling, 'Get out of here so I can practice!!', and I blushed even more.
He cracked into a smile at that moment, seeing how embarrassed as I was, and walked back to his music stand, fingering the notes he had previously been practicing.
Me: "Uh… see you around sometime?"
Boris merely nodded.

Something happened to me right then. I don't know what, but the notes I was writing with Mia the day before popped into my head. I wasn't Lilly Moscovitz, ultimate feministic rebel, anymore. I was Lilly Moscovitz, floating on thin air and ready to take a risk. I definitely wasn't feeling completely normal.

Me: "Maybe we could, uh…"
Boris winked. "I'm not allowed to go on dates."

I was absolutely flabbergasted. I don't even know if that's the right word to describe that, but I blushed so hard this time that my face was ready to turn purple. How had he known what I was about to say?

Me: "I never asked you on a date! What are you talking about?"

Right then and there, I hastily tried to clean the mess I was in. I tried to make up for everything by forcing myself to forget that I had ever considered Boris to be a "cute piece of Russian eye candy". With the bottle of rubber cement in my hand, I stormed out the door, but I swear I heard Boris laughing. "Jerk," I muttered underneath my breath after I slammed the door shut. "Egotistical, self-centered, jerk. Thought I was going to ask him out on a date."

But that was what I had intended, right?
And I hate to admit, but the more I think about that little scenario in the closet, the more embarrassed I get. And it's not because I made a fool in front of Boris. It's because this incident makes him a bit more likeable than before. Just a little bit.

Friday something-or-other the library after school

I still need to talk to Mia about Boris, but I've never found time. The only person that seems to be around these days is Michael. And I'm definitely not talking to my older brother about this kid I might have a slight crush on. Never. Ever. Not over my dead body, for gosh sakes. The only person I think I could trust, anyways, would be Mia. Michael could probably care less. Mia would definitely listen and laugh at all the right spots. And give advice. I need all of that right now. I need time to just ramble. And trying to write out every single crazy thought that is rushing through my head would nearly be impossible.

By the way, I totally steered clear of Mrs. Hill's supply closet today, and made sure that I had some time to think things over. I got nothing done. I ended up staring at my shoes the entire period, and sprinted out the door when the bell rang. I'm pitiful.

Where's Mia? Something big is up with her right now, but I really can't tell what. She seems distressed, almost. And I can definitely tell it's something worse than my petty issues about Boris. Definitely.
I can't wait for the weekend.

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[Shorter chapter than usual, folks. My apologies to all of you. Care to review?
Hah, I just reread Chapter 2 of this fanfic and realized my author's note at the end. I find it so hilarious I have to paste it again:

And a peek into my personal life: I just realized some odd coincidences. My physics lab partner's name… is Boris! And he's from Russia (don't worry, he's good at English and his accent is really cute heh)! But he doesn't tuck his shirt in and he doesn't have a gross retainer, and he's actually really tall. And he doesn't play the violin. I do! And I've been playing for a really long time. Freaky? Nah.]