Author's Note: The bottom part of the chapter is the preview of the third part. She is with Michael in the third part remember so don't get confused. That story is in the same format of AML (alternating POV's) Enjoy and review!

I put the phone on. I put my index finger above the numbers. I stopped.
"What?"
"I have no idea where he lives."
"Call his sister then."
Oh, duh. Of course. I dialed her number slowly. Hoping that if I waited long enough maybe she'd be in a class or something.
"Hello?" she said in her normal rude, Lilly voice. She must have seen the caller ID and noticed that it was a blocked number. She hated it when people had private numbers. She thought it was uppity and rude.
"Geez Lil, relax. What's the rudeness?"
"Mia?" she asked, her voice lightening.
"No, it's your other life long best friend."
"Shut up already. What's up? Did someone die? Is it Grandmere? Because that would be so cool, you would get to choose who you marry and-""
I laughed. "What, I can't just call up my best friend?"
"Mia, I know you hate calculating the time difference. You only call over here when necessary. What's up?"
I looked at Lucie who had wide eyes. "Come on," she hissed. "Ask already!"

"Who was that?" Lilly demanded.
"I'm cheating on you with another friend. I'm sorry."
"Don't like the sarcasm," she snapped.
"So, what's up?"
"Mia, can we get to where you are trying to get to already? I have to get to my internship."
"Okay."
"What is it Mia? Come on, don't have all afternoon."
I cleared my throat. "Can I have Michael's number?" I said quickly.
Dead air.
"Lilly?"
"Are you joking?"
"Um...no?"
She burst out laughing. "This is perfect. Just perfect!"
"Lil, the number?"
"You don't even get how great this is! I mean, your timing is PERFECT!"
"Lil, you have your internship..."
"I don't care! You are finally getting some ovaries and calling my brother?"
I laughed, "Lilly, the language?"
"Oh Mia chill out."
"C-Chill out?" What was California teaching her? Her vocabulary was going downhill.
"H-Hold on...Tony...be quiet. It's Mia....yes, THAT Mia..." she was talking to someone named Tony now. I rolled my eyes at Lucie who was laughing at me now.
"Lilly, come on...."
Laughter on the other end of the phone.
"LILLY!" I screamed. Geez, for someone who sounded so damn excited about me calling her brother....
"Oh, sorry."
"Who's that?"
"Oh...um, just...it's a new guy I've been seeing, but no one knows about him yet. So don't say anything."
"I definitely won't if you don't give me that number." Besides, who would I talk to about that? No one knows her that I talk to.

She laughed, "Tony, shut up! Hey, what's Michael's new number? Yeah, she wants to call him!"
This does NOT sound like the Lilly I grew up with.
"Okay, it's 667-008-3498."
"Okay," I said, scribbling it down in Lucie's notebook. "Got it. What is this Tony thing?"
"Mia, I gotta go. Let me know how it goes, okay? Later."
Before I could say anything else she had hung up. "New boyfriend," I said pressing the off button.
"So? Call..." Lucie said softly.
"I have to think about what I am going to say," I said, sitting up perfectly on my bed. "I have to find my center," I explained.
"Cut the yoga shit. Call him already. How cute would that be? Michael and Mia. Sounds adorable. Call. Now. Or I will and I will tell him that you are desperately in love with him and that you have never stopped loving him. Oh, and that five minutes of love making drove you wild and will forever be in your memories..."
I started dialing.

"Hello?" his voice asked. My voice disappeared. "Hello? Who is this?"
I heard a voice in the background. "Who is that?"
"I don't know. They aren't answering. Hello?"
"Hello," I said with a British accent.
"Who is this? What do you want?" he said roughly. I bet he wanted to get back to the person he was with. You know, his nymphomaniac girlfriend, Vicky.
"This is...." I started. I looked at Lucie, "Lucielle Priestess."
He laughed. "Yeah, right."
"N-No, really it is."
"Then why do you have a British accent? Aren't you from....uh, Genovia?"
I nodded. Lucie was trying not to laugh. "Y-Yes, I am. But it is rather en vogue this season to have a British accent," I said rolling my eyes. I hoped this wouldn't be long. I can't mimmick an accent very long.

"I see. I didn't get that memo. Well, have a good-"
"I am writing a book," I interrupted quickly.
"Uhm, that's nice..."
"About Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo." Shoot, I hoped he wouldn't notice the Thermopolis in there. No Genovians used Thermopolis with my title. I cringed until he replied.
 Silence on the other end.
"Sir?" I asked.
"Yes...I am here. I get why you are calling now."
"May I ask about the relationship you had with the princess?"
I could picture him biting his lip, "We didn't have one. We were friends. Not even really. She is my little sisters best friend."
"No? I have read reports-"
"I-I took her to her prom. That's it. I swear."
I don't know what I expected him to say. I mean, if he was just going to blurt out to a complete stranger about what happened between us, then I'd hate him. He'd be a liar. He wouldn't be Michael. He'd suck.
"I got a report of something happening after the prom?"
Silence again.
"Sir?"
"N-Nothing happened," he stammered.
"When was the last time you talked to her?" I continued. I liked hearing that he was nervous at the topic of me.
"We talk all the time."

LIAR!!
"Oh?"
"Yes. Constantly. We are great friends and remain friends."
"So you could tell me about the bracelet that she wears every day?" I asked, looking at my Tiffany's bracelet that Joshua had given me last year.
Silence again.
"Sir, I am a very busy woman and do not need some FORMER boyfriend pulling my chai-"
"It's a Tiffany's bracelet," he replied. Okay, is he stalking me? "And we never dated."
"I see. As I said, I am a very busy woman with many important people to talk to. I must go."
I hung up quickly. I stared at Lucie.
"What was that about?" she asked between laughter.
"I just froze. I had no idea what to say to him...as me that is."
"Great, now he thinks I'm just a freaky bitch."
"He doesn't let first impressions stick," I promised. "At least he didn't when I knew him. There was a woman there."
"Call back."
"No."
"Yes, or I will."
"Be my guest."
She looked at the notebook and then dialed the number. "Hello? Who is that woman you are with?" she demanded before he could answer. "Oh, I am just Miss Priestess's assistant. I am going to need a release signed by you. Uh huh, well you are rather rude. Back at ya asshole." She hung up. "He's a nice guy, at least he sounds like he is."
"Okay, what was the point of that?"
"I wanted to hear his voice. So I can imagine what he sounds like when you talk about him."
"This is the first time I told you about it."
"But you don't seriously think that I am going to let this go, do you?"

A knock came to my door two weeks later. I was expecting Lucie to be arriving to document how I celebrated Genovia's version of Thanksgiving (we call it Chalet Festival, but it's only one day. It's named after the first king, the greatest of grandfathers possible). "Come in!" I screamed. I was running around in my bra, searching for my polka dotted blouse. "Luce, did you steal my new polka-"I started and then ran into the person who entered my room. "You aren't Lucie."
"I know. Hello to you too, stranger."
I realized I was only wearing a bra in front of Joshua. "Oh...I uh..." I stammered, searching for something to cover up in. "I'm looking for my blouse. I-I think I, uh..."
"I'll wait in your main room," he mumbled, turning red.
I frantically looked through my closet and put on a solid pink blouse. Then a white jacket with pink trim. I looked in the mirror quickly then went out to my main room.
"Joshua, when did you get here?" I asked. I pretended that other situation had never happened.
He stood up and avoided my eyes. "This afternoon. I told you I would see you in two months..."
"Yeah...yeah, right."
He hugged me awkwardly. "I tried calling."
"Oh, I know, I know. It's just been...."
"Crazy," he finished for me. "I know."
I caught his eye, "I'm sorry if those pictures embarrassed you...or if it screwed up your love life."
I don't know why. But at that very moment I was hoping he'd say that none of that would matter. That he was happy people thought we were together. That he only wanted me.
Okay. I'll admit it. I had a crush on him. A big one. A Michael sized one.
"Are you kidding me?" he said with a laugh, plopping down on the couch.
"Beg your pardon?"
"Okay Miss Proper. I'm saying that since those pictures came out I've become quite the big man on campus. All the girls have been coming up to me. And a few guys..."
I forced a laugh. "Guys?"
"You know, trying to get me to set them up with you."
"I'm so glad the pictures have made you popular," I snapped.
He rolled his eyes, "Act mad all you want. I know the truth."
"The truth?"
"Yes. That you missed me. You are acting mad at me because of all the emotion of seeing me again," he said assuredly. "You are repressing."
"Oh please. Being in England sure has inflated your ego." God, repressing was a word that was thrown at me so many times in the Moscovitz home.
I fixed my hair in my full length mirror. He came up behind me, "What's with the suit?" he asked.
I looked at his reflection, "I have to change my image."

He looked confused. "What image?"
"Those pictures..." I started. I stared at his hands as my rested on my waist.
"Those pictures?" he said, prompting me to continue.
"Right," I said with a smile, "Well, they incited outrage here at the palace." Our eyes found each other in the mirror.
"Outrage? What's the big deal?" he asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.
Shivers through my body. "Yeah," I whispered lowering my gaze. "I um, have to start behaving myself in public and stuff."
"I remember having this conversation last year, darling girl."
I smiled at my familiar nick name, "I know. But I am really going to change now."
He looked at me like he didn't believe me.
"No, really. I am making a real effort. I donated all my jeans," I said walking toward my mirror. "Look, no more jeans," I said opening my closet.
He walked into my closet with an opened mouth. "No overalls? No ripped jeans? Is my girl growing up?"
"You got it," I said matter a factly. "Just some cute skirts and sweater sets..."
"Guys dig skirts," he said, turning toward me. "The more skin the better."
I rolled my eyes. We had seriously had this conversation last year. "Now I have to shave more often."
He poked my belly, "Oh please, you are in Europe now."
"That is so out of date. Girls shave now."
He looked down at his clothes. "Am I underdressed?"
I smiled, "Come on. I'm sure my dad would have something you could wear. Actually...wait here. He'll be mad if you went into his room. Hold on."

I came back with a sports coat that Dad normally wears during tea. It was a khaki colored. I grabbed a light blue shirt for him to wear as well. "This might be a little big-"I started. I burst out laughing when I saw what he was doing in front of my mirror. "Flexing your muscles?" I teased.
He jumped when he heard my voice. "Uh, sorry..."
"No apology needed," I said laughing. Honestly, I didn't mind seeing the shirtless man in my room. Come to think of it, no other man had been shirtless in there, not even Dad. It wasn't proper for a man to be shirtless in the princesses bedroom. "Clothe yourself."

Let me explain Chalet Festival.

See, they tell the populace that the land that is now Genovia was given to a female descendent for her loyalty to the Spanish crown.

The real reason I know, but I don't know why they don't tell the populace. The real story is really sordid . My greatest grandfather, King Chalet, was the father of one of the princes of Spain. One would then think he was king of Spain, right? Well, one would be wrong then. See, he had been a politician in Spain. The King and Queen of Spain chose him to father their children because the king, well, he was unable to have children (when I was younger I was told he was really ugly and my grandfather was asked to father the children because he was attractive). As a reward, Spain gave my grandfather some land. Through the years he developed it into what is modern day Genovia.
I told Joshua that story, and told him I would have him beheaded if he ever told anyone the real story. "So basically, we are celebrating this Chalet guy getting lucky? I hope in about five hundred years or so that there is a country celebrating me getting lucky."
I giggled, but saw Grandmere's glare and shut up. "Don't make me laugh. It isn't proper."
He looked at Grandmere. "Very well."

He stayed in the palace that night, only because Dad said it was okay. Grandmere thought that it would look like we were setting up a love nest. "Mother, honestly. He will be in a different wing. Relax," Dad said. I'm really glad he got some balls (okay, ball, he did have one removed after all), and stood up to her. Go Dad!
I got ready for bed really late, and planned on watching some of Princess Bride before I went to bed. A knock came to my door, "Yeah?" I asked.
"Hi," Joshua said. He was wearing a guest robe and...from what I saw, only boxers underneath.
"Hey," I replied, pulling my comforter up to my chest. "Can I help you?"
"I...uh..." he stammered, coming closer to my bed. He sat on the edge. "I wanted to apologize...."
"For what?" I asked, surprised.
"For making you have to act like this."
"Huh?"
"I mean, if I hadn't left here, you would never have come to see me before I left. And if I hadn't kissed you...or touched you at all those pictures would never have been taken. Then your-"
"Don't worry about it," I said letting the comforter down. "It's okay. I should be acting more mature anyways. And I needed to get more 'grown up' clothes."
He took my hand. "If you have to act like that, then I will too. But around one another, can we still be goofballs?"
"You don't have to do all this...you aren't the princess."
"But I feel partially responsible for your current status. I'll support you. We can act all serious in front of everyone else, and kooky around one another."
I hugged him, "So someone else can act all serious with me! Wa hooo!"
He laughed, "Going along with this new side of us, I will retire to my own bed chamber!" he said dramatically.
I giggled, "Good night, darling boy."
He stopped at my door and turned back at me, "Good night darling girl."

The next day we went for a long horseback ride. I was now pretty good with my horse, Daisy. She was really gentle, perfect for a beginner. "What is that over there?" Joshua asked, pointing to an area of the property that I wasn't familiar with.
"I dunno...let's go look."
We rode over to the area. There was a small lake and a bench. I jumped off of Daisy, and he off of his horse (I didn't know the name of it). "In loving memory of Iggy..." I said softly reading the inscription on the bench. "I have no idea who that is."
He looked around, "It's gorgeous around here. Come on," he said taking my hand. He reached into his knapsack and pulled out his book of poems. "This is the perfect spot."
There were times we were very serious. But this wasn't one of them. He had a book of Shel Silversteins's poetry, A Light in the Attic. I had introduced the book to him on his last birthday. "The man is pure genius," he said as the sun set.
"He is American," I said standing up. I reached out my hand to help him off the ground. He just stared up at me. "What?" I asked, squinting.
"I was just thinking back to right after you cut your hair a few years ago. How horrified you were."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm allowed to be somewhat vain."
"I told you that it'd end up being okay. Don't you remember all the girls who rushed out to get a similar cut afterwards?"
I laughed at the fact that I had started a fad. "It looked like Twiggy's back in the sixties."
"It was a tad bit better than that," he said taking my hand. "But it ended up quite beautiful," he said putting his fingers through it.

I looked over his shoulder, "Grandmere is over there," I whispered. "Let's get out of here before she sees us."

PREVIEW of Part THREE:

MIA:
"Hey Mia," a familiar voice said from behind me. I turned and saw my ex-boyfriend, Robert.

"Oh, hey there. How are you doing?" I asked politely. We were at the opening of the opera house in Genovia.

"I'm just great. The season is kind of winding down now so I have some more free time...to you know, see old friends."

I nodded, "That's great," I said taking a glass of wine from a waiter. "I'm going to be leaving soon to see my boyfriend in New York. His tour is almost finished so we can have some alone time."

"But why? Your father's wedding is coming up soon, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course. But we'll be returning to Genovia for the wedding festivities so I'm sure-"

"Your father has invited me to the wedding, you know."

I smiled weakly, "He mentioned it briefly. I'm sure you'll adore Michael as much as I do."

"He's your first boyfriend since..."

"Since Joshua?" I offered. "Yes. Michael and Joshua met last summer and they got along very well."

"Aren't you curious...you know, what else is out there?" I gave him a look, "Like what, you?" I teased.

"No, what about Brock or...well, you know me?"

I couldn't help my laugh from escaping, "Robert, please tell me you are joking with me! I mean, no offense, but we," I said patting his shoulder in a friendly way, "Don't go well with one another. Not even as friends. Sorry." "How would you know? You just go from serious relationship to serious relationship. How about a fling?" he asked, rubbing my arm.

How little he knew me. "Robert," I started with a sweet smile, "If you do not remove that filthy hand from my arm, I'll have to kill you. And trust me, I can make it look like an accident," I said walking away.