Spinning Chapter 13: Spinning, a princess diaries fanfic

[Well, I know you have all come to love my long and pointless author notes, but you will be pleased to hear that this is it! No mindless babble, no odd bits of information about my life! Apart from that I have a statistics exam tomorrow and I kind of haven't revised. But its ok, its just a mock, the real thing isn't until June…. :o/Just on with the story! (oh yeh and its pretty long! And the song spinning is by Clarkesville - I just found out he toured with Rooney, so I dunno if anyone has seen him…he's pretty cool!!) :o)]

It seemed that Boris had not fully recovered from his previous bout of distress about his new album, and so Lilly had to make another trip over to his place. Meaning that I would once again have to be left alone. Or shipped off to Michaels that is. Having considered it for a long time, Lilly finally chose option B. Michael's. however, after a quick call to casa Moscovitz of the Michael persuasion, she discovered that Michael was still away on business, but that Judith was there.

'You know, I don't like her any more do Mia, but at least she knows that you're here, and we don't have to go telling anyone else.' I could tell that Lilly was still tense about me being found, especially as on the news that morning it had been announced that the 'search for Princess Amelia('MIA!!!' I had screamed at the TV) was moving to America.' They are finally catching on…… which I have to say I is good thing, as I t was getting rather worrying that they still hadn't found me. I mean I know I ran away from it and everything, but I don't want Genovia to look bad, and this whole then still not finding me thing really isn't helping.

Anyways, so once again I was being escorted to Michael's apartment, although this time I would not find Michael there (sadly). By the time I reached the door I was actually pretty scared. What if Judith tried to kill me? I know it might seen a little irrational, but she does strike me as the mad jealous type somehow….

As she opened the door she gave me an icy glare, and watched me as I slowly made my way in and set my stuff on the floor by a rather large green pot plant which stood on the floor by the door.

'So then, how long are you going to be here?' she asked in an irritated voice. Had Grandmere been there she would have had a few stern words with her right there and then. This was, of course, no way to treat a guest, even one you strongly disliked, as she once told me after a rather embarrassing incident with the foreign minister from Luxembourg.

The rest of the day was spend with pretty much the same iciness, with me watching TV and wandering around the apartment aimlessly. Judith sat at the computer in the corner I had watched Michael using a few days before and typed loudly, as if she was trying to show off the speed at which she could do so. I was browsing through a small table full of pictures of Judith and Michael in a number of romantic poses, when I came across one that was one obviously from the night which Michael proposed. It could have just been me, but after closer inspection of the two wide grins, Michaels seemed to look far more forced then Judith's.

'That was from the night we got engaged,' Judith said, stating the obvious.

'Oh, right. It looks nice. You both look very happy,' I said, setting it back down on the glass toped table again. You will note I said look as apposed to are or whatever.

'We are,' she stated in a slightly biting voice. However, I am a princess. I will rise above it. Instead of shutting up and shoving off like she would no doubt like me to, I decided to ask some more questions. I might as well find out what Michael had been up to in the last three years, and not make this little visit a total waste of time.

'So when did you guys get together?'

'Oh, about three months after you left.' ouch.

'Ah. So you were both at Columbia, right?'

'Yeh, although Michael did [insert name of computer stylee type course here] and I did biological and genetic science's, so we weren't in the same classes or anything. But we hung out, and then it became more than that.'

'So when did he propose? Was it really romantic?' I know, kind of sickly, but it seemed to get through to her. For someone so clever as to be able to clone fruit flies aged just 17, she was pretty shallow.

'Oh about two years ago. It was really romantic as well, although it wasn't really unexpected. We are made for each other after all.'

'Two years, and you're still not married? How come?'

'Oh well its not down to me I assure you. But Michael just said that there's no hurry, and it would be better to wait until we have graduated and got good jobs and before we settle.'

'Ah ok. Understandable.' Despite my calm and collected composure, on the inside I was jumping for joy. Maybe Michael didn't actually want to marry Judith. I mean, if he really did, he would have wanted to do it sooner right?

'You know what's weird. I always thought it would be you and Michael walking up the isle, not me. So really, you going to Genovia and just leaving him like that was the best thing you could have done. And I guess thanks are in order for that. So thanks.' I really don't see how Michael can even bare being engaged to her. I can barely manage spending a few hours with her, let alone the rest of my life. I think I'd rather be in Genovia….and that's saying something!

As the evening wore on Judith talked more about her and Michael's relationship, in what was obviously a bid to make me jealous. It was working surprisingly well. When it eventually came to half 11 Judith decided to call it a night. Instead of being the courteous host as Michael had been, even thought the not talking to me bit, she took the bed, leaving me with the couch. Not that it was uncomfortable, it was, after all, several hundred dollars worth of [insert well known American furniture brands name here] luxury. But still, it wasn't a bed.

Thankfully early the next morning I was rescued from Judith by Lilly, confirming that Boris had calmed down. For the time being. So it was back to my same old routine of sitting in all day and going out for a while at night.

However, my routine was rudely interrupted on Thursday evening with some vigorous banging on Lilly's apartment door. Lilly was out, and assuming it was the Genovia police (took you long enough) I begrudgingly made my way to the door and pulled it open. It was Judith.

'Where is he then?' she screamed as she forced her way in, looking around in a way which reminded me every much of a vulture.

'What are you talking about Judith?' I asked, standing well out of her way as she pelted herself around the room, looking under the bed, in the closet, in the bathroom, everywhere where there could have been the slightest change someone could be hiding.

'Michael, I know he's here, he just went out before, I know he was coming here, what have you done with him?' she cried, having finished her search of the room and making her way rapidly towards me. Eventually she can so close I was backed up onto the wall. I had a niggling feeling that she was going to try and strangle me of impale me on something long and sharp and hang me out of the window until I died.

'Michael's not here I swear Judith! If he was don't you think you would have found him by now? I mean, anyway, why would he be here anyway, it's you he loves, it's you he proposed to, it's you he's going to marry once you get your careers sorted out. Why would want me, some lousy princess who lived in a stupid old castle in a country hardly the size of a pin prick on the map?' I had hoped by pointing these things out she would calm down, but instead she seemed to be looking around for a sharp implement which was close to hand. I was just making a mental note of all the things I had achieved in my short life when I hear someone behind Judith.

'Because I love you,' I heard the familiar voice of Michael Moscovitz say, just as I was remembering the time I had saved Boris from dying from a nasty head wound, caused by a globe being dropped on his head.

'You what?' Judith cried once again, spinning around to face him. To be honest I was thinking pretty much the same thing.

'I love her,' he repeated, giving Judith a stare I was very glade not to be on the receiving end of as I managed to slip away from the wall and stand next to Judith, a look of utter surprise on my face. Grandmere would have had a heart attack if she had seem me then. Apparently it is very unprincess-like to stand in front of the man that you love with your mouth open.

'But…but…us…you and me…we…but…her?' Judith spluttered. There was a look of total devastation on her face and kind of felt sorry for her for one moment. Just one moment mind, I mean I didn't know how long I was going to have with Michael, I wasn't going to waste it feeling sorry for the girl who had him before.

'Judith, I'm sorry, but I don't love you.'

'But Michael, we're getting married, we're going to get a house out in the suburbs. It was going to be perfect, we were going to have smart kids, they where going to go to Harvard and go onto great things. I was going to win the noble prize award. You cant really be serious,' she said, looking more and more worried and desperate by the second.

'Look Judith, we where going to do all of those things, sure, but that's not because I loved you. I mean sure I like you,' he said in a slightly unconvincing tone, ' but after Mia left I just wanted someone to love me, and who wouldn't leave me like she did. And that person was you Judith. And you have been great the whole time you really have, but now I know I have to be with Mia.'

'But…but…she left you, she would answer your letters of emails or calls, she even banned you from entering the country. And you're choosing her over me?'

'Yes,' he said simply and I could have died right there. Obviously if I had he probably would have married Judith and he wouldn't have been to happy, but still. Judith on the other hand stood there like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing periodically. It would have been funny, had the reason she was doing it not been so serious. And anyways, I was already pretty psyched about the fact that Michael (yes Michael, Michael MOSCOVITZ(!!!!!) loved me, and always had!) had said all of this stuff to be worrying too much about Judith. But I was worrying a little, I mean, what can I day, I'm a nice person!

Eventually Judith stopped her whole fish thing and managed to splutter out 'So…so this is the end…of us I mean?'

'Yeh,' Michael said, looking at the floor, and if I am not very much mistaken, trying not to smile. Judith signed and sniffed a bit, before walking out of the open door, and out of our lives.

We stood in silence for a few moments, neither of us making eye contact, before I finally managed to ask 'So…so you meant all of that stuff you said then. About me I mean?' I was dreading the answer. I really was. Michael looked at me straight in the eye, a look of surprise across his face.

'Of course I did. But I understand if you just want me to go. I mean, you're a princess, you don't need a guy like me. Anyhow, you're probably engaged to some Swedish prince so…'

'Michael, I love you,' I said. You would have thought he had noticed, it was pretty obvious!

'Really?'

'Yes!' his face lit up, and I looked into his eyes, such deep brown, wonderful…..

'Mia,' he said softly, and I was jerked back to reality, 'I want to show you something,' he continued, taking my hand and leading me towards Lilly's bed. Once I was sat down he darted out f the room, and for one fleeting moment I was afraid he had 'done a runner', so to speak, but a few moments later he returned, carrying his guitar.

'I thought you said you gave up Guitar,' I asked.

'Well, I did kind of, after I sent you a song, when you where in Genovia. It was the last thing I sent you.'

'Oh.' Great, just great, I put Michael off guitar, one of the things he loves the most. Well, at least I didn't put him off the computer, or run over Pavlov or something, although I had been informed by Lilly that someone else had done that about 6 months after I left. Way to hit a guy when he's down….

'But when I say you again, that night in the pancake house, everything came rushing back, and I…I wrote another song.' with that, he strummed a few chords, before beginning to sing.

'Hey now
Where do we fit into this
We're just trying to move along
We're trying to keep ourselves connected
And it feels so strange
To see you here like this
I wonder how your world has been spinning
Without me

Your life is a sight that should be seen
So close your eyes now and look deeper
On an axis there's the universal dream
Turning faster than the dreamer

Hey now

Where do we fit into this
We're just trying to move along
We're trying to keep ourselves connected
And it feels so strange
To see you here like this
I wonder how your world has been spinning
Without me

And I might seem a bitter bittersweet
After everything we've been through
You said nothing ever would defeat
The battalion me and you

Hey now

Looking back to the road that we were on
When we could feel our spirits rising
Up ahead we saw somewhere to belong
Underneath broader horizons

Hey now

'Michael, that was so cool!'

'Thanks,' he said, looking suddenly shy. 'You know you don't just have to say you liked it just cause I'm here, cause if you didn't really like it you could…'

'Shut up Michael,' I said simply, before taking his face in my hands and kissing him. I am very glad to say, after a momentary pause of surprise, he kissed me back.

However, once again we where rudely interrupted, by someone at the door. This time it really was the Genovian guard. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Genovia and Grandmere always seem to find a way of ruining my life.

[Ooo, scandalous! And I know maybe Michael was a bit harsh, and Mia was a bit mean, but come on give them a break, this is Judith we are talking about here. No one really likes Judith, right? (cept maybe Judith herself, and of course her parents, but not us! Well, not the die hard M+M fans in any case!)

Ah well, only one more chapter left now…so make the most of it by reviewing me and letting me know I'm great (or even letting me know I'm rubbish, either way i just want reviews! Especially seeing as I got 2 marks off an A on my maths statistics coursework and had to spend 2 and a half hours (that's just wrong) taking the exam! I seriously think I deserve the reviews. And the more you review the sooner I'll put the last chappie up… you have been warned!

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