Would have updated earlier but couldn't cause Fanfiction was not working. Snif.

Thanks to all my reviewers. Also for those who actually liked or at least respected my other story!

Monkeys-r-us: So that you don't die in suspense not knowing if the story is gonna end soon or not: I think there will be only one or two chapters after this one. Then, maybe a new story, if I find the time to write. Thanks for your review! You're the one who's nifty!

Heini: So you never answered my question on good Finnish music? BTW and I'm dying to know- are you PrincessfromFinland?

Jackie: As I already said, you're definitely a sweetie. Thanks so much for reviewing! Oh and more Tina and Lilly in next chapter!

ColeForever16: Sadly, I don't think I can have Michael mash Josh's face. He would then be charged for assault! That'd be too bad!

Denise: I always write nice and long chappies. ;) Oh and I won't be writing more for my other story. It was just a one-shot.

Jess and Calista-star: You both rock! Thanks for making me so happy by reviewing.

Did I forget anybody?

DISCLAIMER: Yes, you know it and I know it too. I don't own much in there. I was too lazy to make up my own characters and stole them from Meg Cabot.

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The weekend went fine. As planned, Fat Louie and I stayed at Ronnie's most of the time, hiding from Lana. I have to say that life without Lana is really MUCH better!

And I think everybody –even Josh – would agree about that! I mean even Mr: G. –her own father- doesn't seem that thrilled about having Lana around.

Not to mention Lana's mother: I know she's expected to be very witchy and all. Yeah, that's right a nightmarish mix between Lana and Grandmère. Horrifying, much! Hello! I can see the pawns of Satan at work there.

Anyway, in spite of all that, she literally ran away from Lana to enjoy herself in Europe; that is to say as far away as possible from Lana! Plus, she's been extending her trip ever since! That's a sign!

My mood-swinging pregnant mom came to visit us every now and then. Which gave her an excuse to be away from the loft, that is to say, from Lana. Understandable, huh.

I had been making out intensely with Michael on Friday night and, God, that was SO good!

I know, maybe I should have restrained myself a bit from those passionate exchanges of saliva, considering we had been dating only for a couple of hours! But heck, who cares?

Ok, Grandmère cares but she is just an old frustrated shrimp so…

Plus it's not like she was staying at Ronnie's with us. Thanks God!

Anyhow, I don't care what Grandmère thinks. As a matter of fact, I'm not gonna speak or even think about her ever again.

Gosh, I can't get her out of my head! Speak about bad luck!

Anyway, when Michael came back to see me on Saturday morning, he'd brought me a little present.

Nothing wonderful, NOT like a ring, a necklace or two tickets for the Beauty and the Beast…

I mean, I know Michael isn't much into that show and would rather go to one of the Britney Spears' concerts –yep, that's how much he dislikes the Beauty and the Beast… Thinking about it, I wouldn't mind going to Britney's concerts…- but I thought he might have bought the tickets anyhow, cause you know, with his libido and all.

So, it was not something especially wonderful, but it made me truly happy.

Ok, maybe I'm a bit pathetic, as it was just a pair of Queen Amidala socks!

Hardly what I was expecting when he had told me he had a little something for me.

I mean, I'm certainly not going to wear them at school cause, duh! Lana would be too happy to laugh at them… but, still, it was just so cute of him.

He must have noticed my love for Queen Amidala accessories that day when he'd saved my underwear from Lana.

Seriously, isn't Michael the most adorable guy on Earth? Gosh, I'm SO in love.

Plus, Michael and I spent a wonderful afternoon together! We went to the movies (Yay, more making out!) and then we had dinner at Number One Noodle Son. And it was just all so perfect.

Have I mentioned already that I'm totally in love with Michael?

But then Michael asked:

Michael: So, do we go to my place for the rest of the evening?

Me: Uh, I don't think so! I'd like to, sure, but…

Michael: Oh no! You're not going to start but-ing me again!

Me: But, duh… Lilly!

Michael: Lilly what?

Me: Lilly is just so mad at me; and I don't especially want to see her right now.

Michael (rubbing his head): Well, we can just ignore her and stay in my room!

Me: As if we could! It's Lilly we are speaking about!

Michael: Come on, Thermopolis. I have been spending years of my life either trying to piss Lilly off or then just ignoring her! As a matter of fact I have a very good technique. Want me to teach you?

Me: So you're telling me all you've ever achieved in your life was Lilly related?

Michael: Nonsense, Thermopolis! You know I'm a genius, and that's not only inborn knowledge! I actually have had to work hard for it! Plus, my best achievement ever is definitely Mia related!

Me: How so?

Michael: Well, I did eventually seduce you, didn't I? Which actually proves all those hours spent in front of the mirror checking out my seductive grin were of some use! Ha! Not to mention the working out and the walking around half-naked strategy!

Me: Ah, ah! So you're telling me the great masculine Michael Moscovitz spends hours in front of the mirror! Way to go Michael! I guess that makes you more of a girlie girl than of a manly man!

Michael: Jeez! Thanks, Thermopolis! But you sure seemed to enjoy making out with that girlie girl you have instead of a boyfriend!

Me: Oh, yeah! I did! Do you want to do it again, by the way?

Michael: Yes, and that's why we have to go to my place right away, Lilly or no Lilly!

Me: But why can't we just go at Ronnie's?

Michael: Excuse me, Princess of my heart, but I actually enjoy Frenching you best when you're mom is not popping up every 5 minutes!

Me: Point taken!

Michael: Plus my bed is very comfy, you know!

Me (hitting him –slightly- in the ribs): Hey! You haven't brought me to see the Beauty and the Beast yet, remember, huh?

Michael: Yep, I know that all too well! But, in any case, it'd be comfy to make out there and there wouldn't be any fat cat monopolising the space!

Me (getting angry): Fat Louie is not fat! He is just a little plump!

So what? I know Fat Louie is fat! Duh, his name is Fat Louie! But still, I have some responsibilities towards him. I just can't let Michael insult him that way.

Michael: Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you get angry?

Me (dropping the Fat Louie subject altogether, and giggling stupidly): Am I?

And so we went on like that, exchanging all kind of nonsense (but good nonsense, not Kenny –like nonsense) until we arrived at the Moscovitzes'.

Where we surprised Lilly playing darts. On a picture of Lana.

I'm so relieved that it was not MY picture!

Anyway, she did seem genuinely happy to see me. NOT.

Lilly: Great, dumb and dumber are here!

Michael (obviously ignoring Lilly, as he had said he would): So Mia, as you can see, my parents are away. We will have the whole apartment for ourselves! Isn't that awesome?

Lilly: Duh, I'm here!

Michael (winking at me): So what do you wanna do? Should we, like, make out in my room or then we could also make out in the kitchen or if you really insist we could make out in the bathroom… Anything you want, princess.

Lilly: You guys are so gross!

Me (trying very hard to ignore Lilly as well): I don't know. I would like to try something a bit different for once. What about, huh, making out in the living room?

Michael (laughing): I dunno. I'm afraid Pavlov would get all excited and all. So, let's go to my room!

Me: Ok.

Lilly (grabbing my harm as I was going away): How dare you? Don't you think you owe me some excuses or something?

Wow! Lilly was really mad at that point. I was about to answer something but before I had had the chance to, Michael had come to my rescue.

Michael: Lilly, do you realise that you're being extremely rude? And Mia is expected to be your best friend! Gosh, your manners are even worse than Pavlov's!

Lilly (shocked): Are you comparing me to Pavlov?

Michael: Sure am! Although Pavlov doesn't seem to be suffering from the rabies… Which is more than I can say for you.

Lilly: But I, huh….

Michael: Good night, Lilly!

And then we went to Michael's room! We didn't start making out right away though. I was far too depressed with Lilly's behaviour!

I mean how could she be that mean to me? Plus she's the one who owes me excuses!

I don't owe her anything!

And Michael too was raging because of Lilly. "I can't believe she's being so bitchy with you!", he exclaimed, "How can she be so stupid? It's obvious that you didn't do anything!"

After which I had to remind him that he too had believed all the rumours and had behaved like a jerk to me. "It must be running in the family", I added.

And Michael actually had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. But God, he was so cute like that, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes cast down, I felt like jumping his bones.

But didn't.

After some more making out and cuddling and such, I couldn't bring myself to head back home –or rather at Ronnie's- so Michael and I stayed together and spoke about a thousand and one things.

It really felt great to be able to share all my little secrets with him. Ok not ALL my little secrets! Some things are just too private!

Plus it's not like I'm gonna tell him that my nostrils flare when I'm lying.

Or that I hardly ever listen to a word of what he says when he tutors me in algebra.

Or even how I measure the size of my breasts everyday to see if they would eventually start growing. Which sadly they are not!

Cause, hello, I don't want to point out my total lack of shapes in the chestal area when he might not have noticed it, yet!

Yeah, Mia, keep dreaming!

Anyhow, I ended up falling asleep and therefore spent the night at the Moscovitzes'. In Michael's room. In his bed. In his arms!!

Oh what a night! Ok, so nothing happened but still!

Unfortunately Lilly does seem to believe something happened. You should have seen her face at breakfast!

With her reproachful glaze, and her snotty facial expressions… I almost felt like slapping her.

Uh, bad thoughts! Not very princessy of me! I'm mean!

Oh my goody, I'm some kind of a…. huh, of a, a… a Lana! Oh, how I hate myself, let me count the ways!

Sunday was nice too, although I couldn't be with Michael much. Cause we both had tons of homework to do. And even though I don't really care all that much about my own homework, Michael does!

But I used my brand-new cell-phone quite a lot –more precisely: I stayed over the phone for ages- to chat with Shameeka and Ling Su. And of course with Michael! I'm gonna be so dead when mom gets the bill!

The only bad things about Sunday were those three phone calls I hadn't been expecting. And I actually wouldn't have minded never receiving them!

The first one was from René! René! How the hell did he get my cell-phone number anyhow?

Oh yeah, that's right! Grandmère!

And why was he calling? To ask me at what time he should pick me up Wednesday night?

All I could answer was "Huh?", as I had no clue what he was speaking about.

So he had to explain things to me. Like how Grandmère had just called him and begged him to be my escort to that charity ball which was to take place next Wednesday!

Yeah, that's right! A ball I had never even heard about in my entire life!

Why, but why, am I stuck with such a grandmother!

On top of which she apparently told him I couldn't find a date of my own! Thanks, Grandmère!

Remember Michael, my BOYFRIEND! Wouldn't he qualify as the perfect date! Grr!

Anyway I told René that he could go to the ball with Lana, for all I cared, but that I was not going to even set a foot in there!

But that of course was before both Dad and Grandmère called me and harassed me into finally agreeing to go to that damn ball with René.

And I thought I had become assertive!

The good point is I succeeded to argue a bit and got some advantages out of all that mess.

Of course I started saying I was going to abdicate… but it turns out that, according to Genovian law, I'm not allowed to abdicate before I turn 21…

But, as my father heavily insisted for me to go to the ball to shut all the silly rumours up and show that members of the Genovian Royal family are not easily shattered (Sorry dad, but I am!), I agreed I would go only if:

- Grandmère was to give a press conference extremely soon to clear out things about the hospital visit.

AND

- I could choose myself where to spend my summer break

But then Grandmère called to harass me more and argue about the situation with me.

We eventually cut a deal. And even though things are not all pleasant for me, I think I got the better end of it.

Things I'll have to do:

- go to the charity ball with René. She wouldn't agree to let me take Michael. Sigh. Sure, Michael will love to know I'm gonna spend the evening with another guy!

- call René to apologise and beg him to take me to the charity ball (re-sigh)

- let Grandmère bring me to Chanel on Monday evening and choose my dress for the ball.

- Go to the plaza on Wednesday before the ball to have my make up, my nails and my hair done.

- Accept not to spend my summer break in the States. And Grandmère was so very happy with that! Of course, she doesn't know dad has allowed me to choose where to go. Ha! ha! And I, not being a total moron, never agreed I'd spend summer break in Genovia instead of the States! There are tons of other countries I could go to!

Yeah, Grandmère, I too can be manipulative!

I think I'm gonna tour Europe –starting with Iceland- with Michael.

Advantages I get:

- I still don't have to go back to Princess Lessons. Relief!

- Grandmère is indeed organising a press conference for Monday morning.

- I get 100 dollars for each hour I will have to spend getting ready for and staying at the ball.

Which means for once I'm gonna do my best to stay as long as possible.

I was thinking I'd give the money to Greenpeace, but I'm gonna keep for my summer break trip with Michael.

- Grandmère will take care alone of all issues concerning Josh's ridiculous claims.

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Yet another school day in my exciting life…

And the day didn't start all that well. I mean Michael had a computer club meeting early and so I didn't see him in the morning.

Lilly and Tina are still avoiding me.

And, worse of it all, not only are most of the cheerleaders and jocks still in speaking terms with Lana –despite all rumours of Lana being completely psycho- but, and that's really depressing, Lana's hair are also back to normal!

In fact she came to me and said I could thank my grandmother who'd brought her to the best hair specialists' so that her hair would be taken care of.

Jeez! Thanks Grandmère! You're always such a great help for me!

But why was I even surprised?

Grandmère always, ALWAYS, does everything to ruin my life! Including helping out my worst enemies!

Plus, Josh was waiting for me after Algebra to "have a little chat with me".

He told me never to set a finger on Lana's hair again.

"Why should you care?," I asked, "You guys aren't even together anymore".

To which Josh just answered they were gonna be, soon again. What a surprise! Like they are not breaking up and making up every 5 minutes anyhow! Pfff!

Anyway, Josh didn't scare me much. Michael would never let him do anything bad to me!

Not to mention that on my way to lunch I heard Lana tell Lilly that she wanted to have her interviewed for "Lilly Tells It Like It Is" tonight.

Great, I'm sure they both will be so happy to stab me in the back! Those two could even become friends!

Life is too UNFAIR!

Although I have the best boyfriend ever! Yay!

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God, I SO love Shameeka!

She's like my saviour!

Thumbs up for Shameeka!

I was having lunch with Shameeka, Ling Su, Tim and Michael (Yes, he finally showed up!) and, of course, I was acting all depressed because things are back to normal for Lana; when my own life is not yet back to normal! Though it's improving.

Tim and Michael were not paying much attention to my whining –although Michael kept brushing his leg against mine- as they were too busy fighting over which of the Beatles songs is the best.

But Ling Su and Shameeka were!

Me: And you know, almost nobody saw Lana with her shitty green hair! Only people from our English class!

Ling Su: Yes, but others have heard about it.

Me: But it's not the same!

Shameeka: Girls, girls! I happen to have taken a pic of Lana with her green hair!

Ling Su: You have? When? How?

Shameeka: With my cell-phone camera. In English class! We just have to have it circulating!

Me: Maybe we could have it printed. Then we could pin it to the cafeteria board.

Shameeka: Or better! We could spread it through the net.

Me: Yeah! Same thing she did with my poem!

Tim (eventually noticing what we were speaking about): Are you nuts? Don't you think Lana and Josh would come back at us afterwards! Meaning: It'd be foolish to do a thing like that!

Me: Tim, "It takes a fool to remain sane!", you know the song. I say we go for it!

Ling Su: Maybe we could get someone to work on the e-mail so that Lana can't trace us up.

And we all gave Michael a meaningful look! I mean he's the best computer geek ever!

Michael: What? Me?

Me: No, Kenny! Yes, you silly!

Michael: Ok Beavis, I'll do it.

Me: Thanks Butt-head!

Michael: Actually, I have even a better idea…

Me, Tim, Ling Su and Shameeka (together): What?

Michael: I'm gonna change the data so that it'd look like… Josh sent the picture!

Me: Oh yeah! That'd be terrific! And they wouldn't get back together either, after that. Or at least not yet!

Ling Su: Plus they BOTH deserve it!

Me: Yeah, so let's throw the cow!

Michael: Huh? Mia, are you again on codeine!

Me: Gosh, you're all tiring me with the codeine joke! It's carbon-dated! Plus, why don't you ever understand when I'm trying to insert some kind of cultural reference in my speech?

Michael: Sorry, Mia, but you know I'm not that much into all those sappy movies you love to watch!

Me (indignant): That was not from a sappy movie!

Michael: Well, I'm not much into watching Baywatch either…

Me (hitting him with my diary): Duh, that was from that Holy Grail Monty Python movie we had been watching with Lilly in August! You know, when the French throw the cow at the English!

Michael: If you say so! But let's go accomplish our mischief, Dr. Evil.

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Have you guys been thinking that:

- since PD will go on until Mia is out of high school

- since it takes like 5 books for a school year,

- and there are still 3 years to cover up…

That means we won't know the end of PD before 15 years, as Meg writes only a book a year?

Gasp of horror!