Thanks to all my six reviewers. You guys are great!

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, yeah, I own nothing. Princess Diaries is Meg Cabot's. And Wake up Girl is Lambretta's. Wanted to write the poem myself but I suck at writing poems, especially in English.

Also it's the same song which is used for the chapter's title… only I didn't remember the order correctly then. (I have no memory whatsoever).

Anyhow read and enjoy! (hopefully).

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I was about to enter the classroom (for G&T), when someone behind me seized my hand. Gosh, that gave my heart quite a jump!

See, I had known I wasn't gonna live up to the end of the day.

I froze on the spot (clear sign of the beginning of a heart attack) and remained thus for a couple of seconds, uncertain what to do.

I mean I was unsure whether the person who had seized my hand was actually Michael or –which would have been bad- Lana or even someone else.

For all I knew it could even have been Kenny begging me to have him back.

Or worse –and that's a nightmarish vision- Grandmère who'd come to try to convince me to go back to Princess lessons. I could already imagine the scene:

GM: Amelia, you don't want to come to Princess Lessons. Fine. Princess Lessons will come to you!

I have seen your principal, and arranged everything. I will now teach you during G&T!

Pretty creepy, huh!

With that in mind, I started to turn around very, very slowly, my heart pounding loudly and my soul filled with fear (Wow, I'm getting so good with the dramatic effects. So, ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but I was really scared of what or rather who I was going to face) only to end up staring at the most beautiful eyes ever.

Namely, Michael Moscovitz's eyes!

Ah! What a charming view! In fact the second most beautiful sight in the whole world after –no, not Fat Louie! Especially not in purple. Not forgetting is hair is still shortish. Not Michael's hair, Fat Louie's- well, let's be honnest, after Michael's naked body!

God, I'm such a pervert. And vulgar on top of that. Seems like I do really need to go back to Princess lessons. NOT

Me (trying to sound sensual, so that he would fall for me again. But I'm telling you, it's not all that easy): Michael!

Michael: Mia, come with me!

Me: But shouldn't we go to G&T?

Michael: I don't give a damn about G&T! It's not like Mrs Hill is gonna show up and check who's there anyway. (Point taken, I mean we all know how Mrs Hill is like.)

He didn't wait for me to answer and started to pull me by the hand. Things went like in a blur.

I mean I just followed him –or rather I let him pull me all the way, I was too much in an emotional turmoil to really do something anyhow, wondering where we were going and what was gonna happen.

We passed the girls' bathroom (from where I could hear Lana raging alone: "My hair! My beautiful hair! Gone! All because of that slut! I can't believe it. She's so gonna pay…", I didn't hear what came after that though), climbed the stairs, hid in a corner to avoid the janitor, climbed some more stairs and ended up on the roof.

At the very same place where my friends –that is to say, before half of them decided I was not worth speaking to, and I had been plotting against Lana. Sigh.

Wasn't that the good old time? Sure Lana and Grandmère were already spoiling my life then, but nothing that serious yet.

And I do wonder about something: why on earth didn't I let Wahim annihilate Lana on that day? And I'm only half-kidding.

So there we stopped, and, before I could even realise what was going on, Michael lips crashed on mine.

Yes, that's right, he kissed me. And I'm not speaking about a small smack. No, I'm speaking about a long, passionate kiss.

So long, I even started to wonder if it would ever end. Not that I was complaining anyhow. On the contrary, I was enjoying it a lot.

But one has to breathe every once and a while, in order not to die.

I guess I'm somewhat of an easy girl. I mean there I was, kissing –or, more precisely, Frenching- the very same guy I had called jerk the night before. And loving every second of it!

So, ok, the jerk in question also happens to be the man (Michael, unlike Kenny, definitely qualifies as a man!) with whom I had been in love for like my ENTIRE life, but still.

Michael eventually pulled away. He, too, must have realised that breathing was an important thing to do. Besides kissing.

Though thinking about it, I wish breathing could be as enjoyable as kissing. In the kissing Michael register, not the kissing Kenny one.

Anyhow back to Michael and I… So the only thing I was able to do, after inhaling some oxygen of course, was to say: WOW!

After all it was only our second kiss ever. Except if you count that time when I was six and… but that's another story.

So as I was saying, it was only our second kiss –of the French sort, and I was still surprised that Frenching could feel so good, when saliva was actually shared with the right person.

Plus, I hadn't been thinking we would get to that stage again, considering the events that had occurred lately.

At that point I realised that things were not fine. Not yet anyway. Michael had been right, we really had to speak. (Once again, I'm not at all against the kissing part, but I wanted to know what were Michael's intentions).

I was waiting to see if Michael was going to apologise or something but the first thing he said was:

Michael: So you liked it, uh?

Me: Sure did, but…

Michael: You know Thermopolis, your altercation with Lana in the cafeteria was pretty much of a blaze. Gave Lana quite a shock.

Me (smiling): Oh, that! And that would be… the reason why you're kissing me?

Michael: Oh, no! To be honest, I think I like the sweet, shy, nice and fragile Mia best.

Me (wondering if that was a compliment or a criticism): Listen Michael, Lana has made my life a living hell! So I'm done being nice with her! And if you're not happy with that, well, there is nothing I can do.

Michael: Wait! No! That's so not what I meant! I just meant I love the different aspects of your personality, some of which actually make me go all tingly for you. But I totally approve of what you've done with Lana. I mean, whatever was her problem anyway?

Me: Oh, so you've not seen her hair yet.

Michael: No, why?

Me (smiling again): You'll see soon enough. So was there something you wanted to tell me?

Michael (suddenly shy): Yes, well… you see, well… I love you! I have been a jerk, I know, but will you be m-my girlfriend?

Me (gleaming of happiness): There is nothing I'd like more.

And our lips locked again. But there were still some things I needed to ask Michael.

Me: Michael, do you or do you not believe me when I say I've never done anything with Josh or with anybody else?

Michael: Yes, I believe you. You know, I've been thinking a lot last night. And I don't think you're the kind of girl who… well, you know.

Me (rolling my eyes): Yes, I know. … I've been thinking a lot too. At the beginning I couldn't understand how you could have thought I had been having sex with someone.

Then I realised it was after all somewhat believable. I mean, many girls do already have sex that early in their life. And what with that pervert side of me who keeps having flashbacks about your naked body?

Michael (very surprised): Flashbacks of my naked body? When did you see me naked?

OMG! Why, but WHY am I so stupid? I knew I was going to screw up with that sooner or later. I have to find some lie, quick! I can't tell him I had been spying from his closet that one time.

Me: Haha! No, not flashbacks! I meant, uh, some visions, or something. You know! Teenager! Fantasies!

Michael: What?

Me: Duh, I'm obsessing about you, ok! I know it's bad but I can't help it.

Michael (sounding very pleased, for some reason. Hello, shouldn't he be shocked to learn his girlfriend is a pervert?! Then again, he is turned on by the mere view of the limo, so…): Are you? Wow. …Well, you know obsessing about guys' naked body would in fact be very, very bad, I mean if the body belonged to Josh or Kenny or anybody else, but if it's mine, well then it's fine.

Me: Really? But why? How would that be different?

Michael (a bit embarrassed): Uh… because… you see, ah, of course, because I'm your boyfriend!

Me: Yes, but Kenny was my boyfriend too.

Michael: True! But this is completely different because, uh, I'm older than Kenny is and therefore I am responsible enough, uh, not to take advantage of the situation, uh yet. Voilà. (blushing)

Me: But Josh is as old as you are!

Michael: Josh is a moron. I, on the other hand, have been accepted to Colombia early decision.

Me: But…

Michael: Will you quit but-ing me! The reason that you can obsess about me is that I already know what are your conditions: first, we'd have to date one year, and then I'll have to bring you to see "The Beauty and the Beast", right?

Me (laughing): Right.

Michael: Of course, I consider we started dating the day we first kissed.

Me: Ok. Fine with me.

Michael: I mean, that time when you had come home to play with Lilly and I stole your Barbie and wouldn't give it back to you unless you'd kiss me on the lips. Gosh, you were like 6! Therefore we totally qualify for the more-than-one-year's-dating requirement!

Me (secretly pleased to see Michael remembered that kissing incident as well): OMG! You're as perverted as I am! I can't believe it.

Michael: Nay. Don't worry, Thermopolis, we won't do anything till we're both totally ready! Which won't be before some time… So lets' enjoy the dating, Frenching and maybe, why not, a little bit of second base action, before we move on to the next stage.

I felt my cheeks burning at the idea of what it would feel like to be "second-based" by Michael. Not to forget we might go a step further after a while! OMG! I can't believe that Michael and I have been speaking about having sex, SEX!! Hardly the way to start a relationship, when you're 14! I'm a sick person! Although thinking about it, Lana and her friends are speaking about it quite often.

Also Lilly has already gone to second base with Boris! Isn't that sickening?

In conclusion, maybe I'm just your average teenager…Though from Mr.G's reaction to Lana's hot talks with Josh the other day, I'm guessing I shouldn't even think about it –sex, I mean.

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I was in such a good mood after my little open-hearted "chat" with Michael, that I called mom to make peace with her.

I told her that I was gonna stay at Ronnie's for a couple of days, seeing as Lana had threatened to kill Fat Louie and all.

But of course, I said, she'll get to see me a lot considering Ronnie is our neighbour, only she mustn't tell Lana where I and Fat Louie were gonna be, otherwise she might rush in and who knows what would happen?

Mom, who was relieved to know I was not going to wander alone in the streets of Manhattan, agreed to let me stay at Ronnie's indeed. Or maybe she was just happy because I was not avoiding her any more.

Or then she was relieved because she'd thought the loft would become a gigantic war-zone with her in the middle.

Michael and I then headed back to G&T, hand in hand. Which Lilly didn't seem to appreciate:

"Hey dorkus, she said to Michael, what on earth do you think you're doing?"

To which Michael simply answered: "Spending time with my girlfriend, of course."

We both went to sit nearby Tim. I mean, I was not gonna dump Tim as a friend, just because I had my boyfriend back. Tim had been so nice to me when I needed a friend…

I was glad to see Tim and Michael started to sympathise.

Also I'm very proud to say that, although I could hardly take my eyes off my boyfriend –boyfriend, isn't that word wonderful?, I succeeded to write the last line of my poem. The one I'm gonna send to the poetry contest.

Wouldn't it be great if I won the contest? Wishful thinking, I know. But one can always dream.

I mean, I used to dream that I'd become Michael's girlfriend and now I'm his girlfriend for real!

Anyhow here's my poem, it's called "Wake up Girl" (aka Ode to Lana's complex way of thinking). It just describes so well the way Lana has been treating all of us unpopular girls.

Dumb girl

Did you see the latest Vogue?

Has it ever occurred to you

That you don't fit the latest trend?

Dumb , dumb girl

Can't you see you're such a joke?

When was the last time your cellphone rang?

Babygirl let's not pretend!

Be smart – don't try to discodance, and

Sweetheart – don't even come at all.

Wake up girl,

All the beautiful ones are laughing,

Wake up girl,

All the beautiful boys are forever taken - girl!

Dumb girl,

You could always be like us,

Do your boobs and a nosejob too,

And don't forget about the smile

But 'til then

Keep a distance on the bus.

Take a look at my beeper now,

That's a number not to dial

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After G&T, Michael and I headed to the limo, followed by Lilly's furious glare.

Lars had been surprised when he'd seen us coming hand in hand. He even faked disgust!

Poor Lars, I knew he was frustrated on account of what was NOT going on with Miss Klein.

But I felt good. Life was great again! It was back on track and I could not have been happier.

Ok that's not true! I could have been happier had Lilly and Tina still been my friends. Also, and that's a major factor for happiness, had Lana been eaten by aliens or something.

But still life was nice. I mean, I could now make out with Michael in the limo. Definitely one of my favourite hobbies.

And that's exactly what I was doing –making out, I mean- when someone opened the door on us.

I had been so absorbed in my making out session that I had not noticed we had arrived in front of my building.

Unfortunately the person who had opened the door was no other than GRANDMÈRE herself.

What the hell was she doing here?

"Amelia, she snorted, what in your right mind do you think you are doing?"

I wanted to answer: "Duh! Kissing a hot man, of course! Can't you see it by yourself" but instead I jumped out of the car and asked: "Grandmère! What are you doing here?"

GM: Mia, there is an emergency. Come with me now!

At that point I started laughing. I don't know if it was nervous or hysterical, but really what was she thinking?

Hello! I was not going to fall for the same trick once again.

Me: Grandmère, I'm not going anywhere with you, not ever again!

GM: But how dare you? My poor child, I'm afraid you have lost your manners! I'm your grandmère and the dowager princess of Genovia, don't I deserve a little respect from my own granddaughter?

Me: Oh, no! You don't! I don't remember you showing me any respect when you forced me to hospital!

GM: I was doing it for your own good! And for Genovia! You ought to be grateful!

Me: Sure! Screw you!

GM (Shocked beyond words): Amelia!

Me: Now if you will… I was in the middle of something very important, so would you mind leaving already?

GM: Oh! I doubt kissing that… that " common boy" (and she said that with disgust) is in fact of any importance. Unless you want the tabloid to get a hand at it as well. But your last caprice gave us enough trouble already. What with all the rumours!

I couldn't believe it! She was being totally unfair! Which was not untypical of Grandmère, though. Of course, I had nothing to do with the rumours. It had been the work of Lana and of Grandmère herself! If only she hadn't brought me to hospital, there wouldn't have been any picture!

Me: So what's the emergency anyhow? Rommel lost his last hair? They forgot to bring you your afternoon tea at the plaza? My breasts are not getting any bigger?

GM: Don't be silly, Amelia. It's far more serious than that!

Me: Something happened to dad?

GM: No, of course not!

Me: So, bye then Grandmère. It has been a pleasure to speak with you, as usual.

GM: Amelia, listen to me! Your former boyfriend is suing us for the loss of his baby!

Me: Kenny? Nah! He would never do that!

GM: No, Josh Richter!

Me: Ah! As if! He was never my boyfriend! We never slept together! And there was never any baby! Not much of a story there. So there's really no way he could win anyhow!

GM: But we have to be weary! We must design a defence strategy!

Me: And I'm sure you can do that on your own! Oh, why don't you call the press and explain to them that the reason I had been crying on my way out of the hospital was that you're a sick person, who loves to torture me?

And with that last comment I went inside the building, followed by Michael and Lars.

I was once again proud of myself! I sure had become much more assertive than I used to be!

I would never have dared to oppose Grandmère in the past.

But with sufferance had come will power!