Author's Note: Hehe, you guys really don't like Eddie huh? He's a likeable chap I think at least (you can take that however you choose to). Of course I had to introduce some kind of conflict! How else would there be a story? I'd be bored to death of a story that just had them all lovey dovey all the time. Things get kind of sticky here for a bit so bear with me and the story, and love Eddie won't you?

And to the reader who said he was clingy, wouldn't you be clingy to the only person you have even heard of? I mean, he's totally new to the country and is a prince. He knows that Mia is a princess and therefore they have that in common, so he clings to her. She knows the truth and...okay, I'm gonna shut up before I ruin things. Enjoy!

Two nights later I was standing in the dressing room at the Plaza Hotel. Barbra was sitting the press room waiting for me to enter the room so the show could start. I was wearing something that I would NEVER wear normally. I had this frumpy looking skirt with horrible material, and a jacket to match it. I hated it.
But Barb loved it. Once I entered the room she stood up and gushed about how wonderful I have turned out to be. I feigned appreciation. I hadn't thought I was so terrible before I was a princess. "Princess Amelia, how are things these days?" she asked simply.
"Perfectly fine," I replied. "I have a wonderful mother and stepfather and a little baby brother now. My father is in perfect health now, and I have a wonderful group of friends."
"Telling people you are a princess must be difficult. How difficult is it to make friends?"
"Well, I have honestly had the same group of friends as I always have. They accept it and we don't really discuss it too much. We only are reminded of it when I'm in the paper or something."
"Speaking of which, there has been many pictures of you with a boy, what is your relationship with him?"

"A boy?" I asked, confused.

"This young man," she said showing me a picture of me and Michael walking through the park a few weeks ago. I assume that the photo is being shown on the screen for the home viewers.

"Oh," I blushed, "That would be Michael Moscovitz, my boyfriend of almost eight months."
"It must be difficult to meet someone with your being a princess..."
"Not him though. I've known him almost all my life. He's the only one I told about being a princess before everyone else found out. He was a really good friend before anything else."
"Is this the same boy from last years winter dinner?" Barbra asked.
"Yes," I answered. I wasn't going to give her any extra information. She'd have to pull it out of me.
"What does he do? Does he go to school with you?"
"He graduated this past spring from my high school and is starting Columbia University, today in fact." Shoot. I should have sent him something for his first day of school. Dorky, but that's what I am.

"Your grandmother must adore him, right?"

I smirked, "He's growing on her."
"Will he be attending the masque with you in December?" Barbra asked, bringing the line of questions to something relevant.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with his school."
"What will this be raising money for?"
"Cancer research. Since my father is in recovery the royal family has taken this as the main charity. Way too many people are dying when there is a cure that is waiting for us to find."
This conversation went on for about another twenty minutes. I knew the entire time she was looking for something to make me cry. Luckily I had nothing to cry about.

MICHAEL:
I loved class today. It was great to be around people who actually care about something more than how much alcohol you had the previous weekend. I mean, I'm sure there's going to be plenty of that talk, but not all the time.
"Hey, did you want to get some dinner?" a girl who sat behind me in computer programming asked me. I looked at my watch. I would be home in plenty of time to see Mia's interview at nine.
"Um sure, I guess."

"So, the program totally screwed up the entire system! It was hilarious!" Sheila, the girl, said with a laugh. There were three other kids with us.
"Sheil, you are too much!" Gerry said, throwing a french fry at her.
"Shit, it's late," Kevin said, glancing at his watch. "I have an eight o'clock tomorrow."
I had an awful feeling in my stomach. "What time is it?"
"Eleven forty five," Kevin replied, standing up.
"She's gonna kill me," I said jumping up and throwing a few dollars on the table.
"Who?" Sheila asked.
"My girlfriend. She- She had this big thing at nine o'clock. She's gonna kill me."
"You have a girlfriend?" Gerry asked, eyes perked.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting me guys, but I gotta go before she really lets me have it."
"Whipped?" Sheila asked with a laugh.
"No, it's, different," I said softly. We all walked out of the coffee shop.
"Explain," she said sharply.
"She's...she's perfect."
"Not if she's gonna flip out just because you weren't there once."
"No, it's different. You guys wouldn't understand."

I hopped onto the train to Mia's apartment. I picked up a dozen flowers off of a street vendor (who totally over charged me but I really didn't care too much), hoping she wouldn't completely hate me. "Hey," I said simply as she opened the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, very confused.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get to see the interview."
She shrugged, "It's fine. My mom taped it if you want to watch it. It's not that big of a deal...Oh, flowers!"
She was taking this well.
"Well, I thought you would be upset?" I asked.
That kid Eddie walked out of her room just then, "Hey, Michael!" he greeted.
I gave her a look, "Hey Eddie."
"Mia and I were just analyzing her interview. Didn't she look great?" he asked.
Mia rolled her eyes, "I hate how I sound on TV."
"You MUST be joking, you sound perfectly fine," he assured her.
I didn't like this kid. Not one bit. It was one thing to be with her at school, but totally a different one at her apartment. In her bedroom. She looked at me softly, "So, how was school?"
"I'm tired," I said suddenly. I'm gonna head out...."
Eddie took the hint. "I better be going as well. I'll see ya in school tomorrow Mia."
"You too Eddie," she said softly. "Michael? Is everything okay?"
I walked past her and into her room.
"Michael?" she asked, following me. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
I felt like shit for making her believe she had done something wrong. "No, I just...missed you, that's all."
"You are lying," she said, sitting at her desk. She shut off her television. "You are an awful liar."
"What was he doing here?" I asked. It was time for my peat bog eyes to take affect on her.
"We were watching the tape," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's nearly midnight."
"So? You are here..."
"I'm your boyfriend."
"You came here this late when we were just friends," she pointed out. I started pacing. She had a point.
"Right. Right, and what are we now? I clearly did not have innocent intentions, even if I didn't realize it..." I replied swiftly, but regretted it immediately, "Sorry, jealousy isn't really my style."
She smiled, "It's okay babe. I still have some homework to do. Wanna help...or did you have your own?"
I looked at her closed door. "Well, I have had one class that I totally need your help in."
She looked surprised. "Me? Help YOU? I think you have the roles reversed here-"
I shook my head. "See, I am taking a really hard course and I think I need some hands on training."

MIA:
What the hell is he talking about? "What the hell are you talking about?" I can speak my mind all right.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned in for a kiss. "Anatomy," he said simply after he pulled back.
The word had never sounded so damn sexual.
I gulped. "Oh? I could probably help out a little bit....not for long but long enough..."
"Long enough for what?" he teased, pulling me onto his lap. He started kissing my neck. Okay, I was definitely NOT going to lose my virginity tonight, not after my long day.
"Long enough for you to be left inches away from complete satisfaction..."
He stood up and carried me to my bed. He started kissing my face, my lips and everything. "I love you," he said huskily. Our eyes locked at that moment. I didn't care right then if I lost my virginity tonight. I didn't care that my English essay was still unwritten. Or that I was going to have a summer reading test the next day. I didn't care that my mom and stepfather were watching Letterman down the hall. I didn't care that I had to be in the limousine in seven hours to go to school.
All that mattered was that Michael was here with me.
He licked his lips and his breathing became uneven. "I should probably go...this isn't right."
"Why not?" I asked, worried that he realized he'd dodged a bullet last week.
He jumped out of my bed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Because I can't just do this...where is the romance?"
I stood up in front of him, took his hand and placed it on my beating heart. I placed my hand on his. "Right here."
I can't believe I said something so corny. He smiled though, "I know, but I also want the setting to be more....well, I don't want to have N SYNC staring at me while I make love to you," he said, pointing out my old calendar. I normally hid it when he was over but I wasn't expecting him.
He had a good point though. We weren't going to do it that night. "But we will right?" I asked, "Eventually we will, right?"
He smiled and kissed my forehead, "Uh, duh! Like there is any question?"
I walked him to the front door and we kissed goodnight for another five minutes before I made Lars walk with Michael back to this apartment. I know Michael must feel stupid with Lars walking there, but I didn't want him to be all alone.

"Look at this," Eddie said to me before Chemistry the next morning.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to read the flier. I was trying my best to stay awake but it was hard considering I was up until three doing homework and recovering from Michael's visit.
"Underage night at the Fridge...you know the over 18 club in..."
"I have lived in the city my whole life I know what the Fridge is. I dunno," I said carefully.
"Think Tina would wanna go? That her parents would let her?"
"With you? Of course. They already love the fact that you walk her home every day after school."
He blushed. "Well, I don't want her to be alone..."
"She does have a guard ya know..."
He shrugged, "Just thought you would wanna go."
"Sure, why not? I'll let Michael know."
"Great."