A/N I'm writing this even though no one's gonna read it for a week. A WHOLE week... why, oh WHY can't my internet work in Singapore??? I'm suffering from internet withdrawal symptoms... shivering, excessive attempts to fix my internet explorer... writing a chapter for no particular reason...

Disclaimer: I'm not Meg Cabot. She owns the Princess Diaries, and Nicola and the Viscount. Not me. Despite the withdrawal symptoms, I'm not mad enough to think I'm Meg Cabot.

Oh, Jarre! Mia cried, a look of false happiness plastered across her face. I wish the best for the both of you! Jarre blushed, obviously picturing an image of the ever so handsome Michael. Isn't he awfully... perfect? Jarre asked aloud. And mother takes a great fancy towards him as a son-in-law too! Yes, he is perfect, isn't he? Mia thought. But his dislike towards poetry took many a mark off his score, leaving him far beneath Josh.

Mia suddenly realised a missing detail. But when is this event to take place? I have just come from the home of the Moscovitzs, and Prince Michael wasn't packed or anything. A troubled frown crossed Jarre's features. Yes, he did only just inform me, and yet it is to be tomorrow morning... but it doesn't matter, for I simply cannot wait for those two days when I will be with him. I wish it were longer, but he is, unfortunately, a busy person. A busy person? Mia wondered incredulously.

Michael had been busy for the past three months, when he was studying for his first in mathematics and science... but ever since then, he'd been teasing her endlessly... - so much time he had..

But Mia's lazy musings were cut short by Jarre's excited voice. I have to leave you Mia, for I must pack my clothes... I wonder what sort of clothes he will be impressed by! And with a silly little giggle, she scurried off to her bedroom to select her outfits.

Josh murmured. I am left with you, Queen of my Heart, my one and only desire. Mia blushed. Would I be the sheets of a pillow, that I may breathe the scent of your hair... what is your desire? Only speak it, that I may be honoured to carry your will! Mia wished Michael was here. Josh was living proof that a man could be good looking and have a love of poetry too. Still, Josh's rather impressive speech (and compliment, Mia dared admit to herself) received no answer from the speechless Mia.

As if tired of his gallant speech, or of Mia's lack thereof, Josh decided to suggest Mia's desire, if she could not make up her mind. Would you like a stroll in our gardens? They are pleasing, but not so much as your own figure. Mia nodded, blushing at the compliment, and off they went to the nearby gardens.

To even try and describe the glorious beauty would be effrontery, and shame it to great extent. It could only be said that Mia was quite taken in by the wonderful scenes bestowed upon her, and the whole romantic-ness of strolling in these gardens with Prince Josh, and the man who occupied her every spare hour, her personal conjecture of his body constantly bombarding her with teasingly good manners and exceedingly good looks.

Mia nearly fainted at all the beauty. Why, this is nearly as lovely as the gardens back home! And the beaches we had... Josh smiled at her. But I shall personally plant a mountain if it be your desire, he said, as his hand found hers. Mia stoutly chose to ignore the fact that Josh didn't know the difference between mountains and beaches, because-

-he leaned in close to her, his warm breath fanning her cheek. Mia's head went spinning. She'd never kissed anyone before. What was it like? But she could not -right now- spend her time worrying on her nose colliding with his, or biting his tongue.

What would it be like to kiss a man -and coincidentally one of reputed wealth, manners, and looks too- when she'd never invested her time in practising on the bed post? And Mia was a very accomplished woman... well, teenager at the very least,... or lady. (A/N I don't care, but Mia is a lady, and in this case, it's nothing to do with class.)

Her heart pounded as she dazedly lifted her lips, his own perfectly shaped ones only inches away.

-End of Chapter 3-

A/N It's barely a cliff-hanger, I know! But still, I tried. It's not like it's much of a cliff-hanger, anyway, since the next (few) chapter(s) will already up for you people to read. Should anyone decided to lecture me about how I've massacred the characters, I've only this to say- I tried to retain their characters in the other fic, but it didn't work. I wasn't the least bit comfortable with the style of writing, either, but in my devotion to the novels, I did my best to finish the injustice my fics did to the actual thing. So with this fic, I have used the style of writing with which I am most comfortable, and again managed to massacre their characters... I have given up hope of writing a fic where the characters are in tact, yet do not follow the stereotyped pining.

This is my deposit of boredom and its results, and if you do not like it, do feel free to insult my pride, (that means constructive criticism- of which I have had... none) but just be warned that I can do nothing about the characters.

If this fanfic fails to amuse anyone, then I'll finish it off quickly, but don't worry. I'll not write an All American Girl fanfic to ruin that story too. It's a good book, though! (Hypnosis spell: read it, read it!)

Is anyone so bored that they're actually reading this bit? I hope I'm the only person who does that...