Sorry that it's taken so damn long for me to update, but I've been extremely bufy for the past few weeks. School's been killing me with homework, but now that I have some free time I'm updating with what might be the last chapter. So read it an tell me what you think.

Such Great Heights
Chapter Nine

I left the tiny café substantially refreshed. My feet were bare, but I would much rather walk on bare feet that walk in heels, which were now dangling off of fingertips as I swung them around in the air. The street was completely deserted, which was something that was so rare to encounter in the Manhattan, and yet not so rare in Genovia. I took full advantage of the opportunity and started skipping down the block and singing at the top of my lungs.

"I am think it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned," I sang. The song was a favorite of mine, especially during the short period of time Michael and I were together, because I guess you can say that I related it to our relationship.

"And I," I continued belting out notes, "have to speculate that God himself—," I stopped abruptly when I realized I wasn't the only one singing.

"—did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay," the other voice finished. The voice was oddly familiar. I turned around. No, it couldn't possibly be, I thought to myself. And yet, there he was.

Michael Moscovitz was standing 20 or so feet behind me, smiling and yet seeming slightly uncertain. I was completely frozen in place as he walked closer. He was staring at his feet, as if he was unsure of his actions, which was quite odd because Michael was never unsure of his actions.

It actually took a while for the whole situation to register in my mind. What was he doing in Genovia?

I noticed that he held my tiara in his right and, and realized that I must have left on the table at the café... thank God he had found it or Grandmere would have killed me.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to choke.

"Well," he started, "after talking with Lilly, I phoned Lars he arranged for me to get on the next flight to Genovia so I could come crash your little ball and hopefully set things right between us. But when I got there Lars told me you had snuck out--."

"He knew about that?!" I exclaimed, shocked. I thought I did the whole sneaking out thing with an amazing amount of secrecy!

Michael ignored my little comment and went on. "So I came down to that café over there," he pointed down the street towards the café I had just left 10 minutes ago, "and found your tiara just sitting there on the corner table, so I knew you were around here somewhere. And it wasn't that hard to find you, he whole block must have heard you," he said, smirking. I couldn't speak. Michael took another step closer and set the tiara upon my head and taking my chin in his hands, looking me over in all of my royal glory. "I'm sorry," he said simply, stroking my cheek and smiling solemnly.

"Michael, I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, but I couldn't....I just couldn't. I was so afraid of what you would say and how you would react. In no way did I want for it to hurt you or make you angry or..." I tried to keep myself from crying. He seemed so strong standing there taking in every word I was saying, and I didn't want to be the one tom break down and cry.

"I should've realized that," he replied. "I'm sorry for the way I reacted, but I was just so confused, y'know?" He wiped away the tears that were now rolling down my face. "So I came here to clear things up and tell you that...I love you, no matter what happens."

"You don't mind that I'm a princess? I mean, you don't mind that dating me is a huge commitment?" I asked him, kind of regretting the question.

"Not at all. I would do anything for you Mia," he said, his words followed by a soft kiss planted upon my lips. What had I done to deserve such a wonderfully sweet and understanding boyfriend? I could barely even hold in my joy at this point and I laughed idiotically as he was kissing me. He pulled away and smiled. "What's so funny?"

"I love you," I said, not answering the question.

"I love you too, but how is that funny?"

I laughed some more and pulled him into another kiss.

"Hey Mia," he mumbled, pulling away. I looked at him questioningly, my arms still around his neck and our faces still inches apart. "What's this I hear about you moving here permanently?"

"Lies. All lies."

"You sure about that?"

"I've changed my mind."

"Oh really?"

I nodded. "I've decided to do exactly what I had planned previously. I'll go to college and rent and apartment with Lilly."

"And I'll come and visit all the time, because you guys'll only be a few blocks away from my apartment."

"We will?"

"Yes, I'll make sure of it."

"And while you're touring?"

"You'll come with me," he replied simply, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, I will, will I?" I laughed.

I grabbed his hand and started walking back towards the palace. He fell into step beside me and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Back to the ball. I need to introduce everyone to my new rockstar boyfriend."

"And who is that? Jesse Lacey? Adam Lazarra? Oh, or perhaps even Robert Carmine?"

"No no no no. He's much cuter than any of them! His name's Michael Moscovitz."

"Oh yeah," Michael replied. "He's sexy." I laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.

"You're so cocky. My cocky little rockstar," I said, trying to hold back a smile.

"My beautiful little princess." I smiled like the big dork that I am as he looked down at me with his peat-bog eyes wordlessly. Finally, he sang, "They will see us waving from such great heights..." And then I joined in.

" 'Come down now,' they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away.
'Come down now,' but we'll stay."

The end? I dunno. It probably will be, but I do have mopre ideas, which would enable me to continue it. I'm not quite sure... But meanwhile, go ahead and click that purple button in the lower left hand side of your screen and review D