Author's NOte: Remember the good old days when I updated every day, that is, I updated TWO stories at once (okay, that was only like, last week but I digress)? Yeah, those days are gone now my friends. I'm putting My Best Friend on hold while I finish this one up. So it'll be a while. Plus, I have another one in the works. And it's a good one if I do say so myself...So enjoy this one....it's a dooby

"I am sooo happy that English is the most common language in the world and that our professors speak it to us!" Alex said putting his hand on my shoulder. "I couldn't survive midterms in Spanish."

I smiled and looked past him. I saw Mia talking to a girl wearing a jumper. The girl seemed so excited to be showing the princess around the campus of the university. Mia turned and winked at me, but kept her attention mostly on the girl.

"She's behind me isn't she?" Alex asked. "You always get that look on your face when she's around."

I smiled like a big goof. "Yeah. She's taking a private tour. You know, I have always wondered where our library is. Wanna join in?"

He rolled his eyes. "This is the third one in the past month," he complained. "I mean, I think this tour guide was the one who did the first one. I can't think of any more interesting questions about the library art work so you two can go make out in the stacks."

I smiled half heartedly, thinking about the last time. We were almost caught by a guard. I had convinced him that she'd been choking on a grape and had stopped breathing so I was performing CPR. After I ran away so I wouldn't be congratulated for saving the princess. Her Grandmere would see right through that.

"Mind if we join you?" I asked the tour guide. She glared at me . "That is, if the princess doesn't mind."

She pretended to be shy. "Not a problem."

The tour guide looked at us questionably until Evan walked over to us. "Can anyone come along?"

She nodded with a sigh. "I guess if it is okay with the princess."

Mia nodded enthusiastically. "Of course it is okay with me. I love meeting new people!"

Evan can play a straight man very well. He flirted with our guide (it was almost too funny how jealous Alex was), and allowed for us to slip out of the way unnoticed while we were in the main administration building. "How'd you get here?" I asked, kissing her neck like I hadn't seen her in years instead of weeks. She had been attending the University de Genove (what is with the people of Genovia shortening words? That will change when Mia comes into power), and had been stressed out about her calculus exam.

"Evan told Grandmere that he wanted to take me on a romantic weekend by the shore so he brought me here of course," she said as she tickled my neck with kisses. I loved holding her this close, pulling in her scent. She had lost her native aroma from New York. Now she always smelled like flowers, not a bad thing, just new. Another step to change her done by her grandmother.

But she was still Mia. "So what will we do instead of your romantic weekend with Evan?"

He raised her eyes wide, "I bet we could think of a few things," she whispered huskily.

Okay, so it seems like all we ever do is hang all over one another, right? But think about it here. That is the 'fun' part of being married ya know? I mean, we go out on dates when we can. But right now we don't want to waste our valuable time together fighting and bickering (not that we do either on dates, but you know what I mean...we both have hormones working on overload here). We never really fought to begin with, but I am sure we will once we are living with one another twenty four hours a day seven days a week. We'd become the typical old married couple, but I really didn't care. As long as I could tell everyone I knew, and those I didn't, that I was married to her. That she loved me, not the horseback riding, Backstreet Boy listening Evan.

That weekend we did go to the shore. Evan and Alex stayed in a suite next to ours…we never bothered to ask about them. It was kind of obvious that they were into one another. Which is good, as long as it works out. "You know what I was thinking?" Mia asked as we laid lazily in our bed.

"That you are the luckiest woman in the world to have such a sex god for a husband?" I asked.

She giggled and twirled my chest hair, "Well, I was thinking, when I become the princess I should make it legal for Evan to marry a man, or well, any man to marry a man….or a woman to marry a woman. Kind of like a silent thank you to him for all he is doing for us."

"Not because homosexuals are human beings and deserve to be treated as such?" I asked.

"Oh of course that too. And if I could I'd do it now I would, but I can't until well…you know."

I nodded, not until Phillippe died.

"But I think it'd be a nice surprise for Evan, don't you?"

"Yeah. Who knows, maybe he and Alex can get married."

"I mean, it's so silly these days, the whole argument about the sancity of marriage. What about the Bachelor? Or Who Wants to Marry my Dad? That is making a mockery of marriage. The people who really should get married aren't allowed to! I mean, I read about these two woman who were together for like, fifty years and had no rights. Like, one ended up in the hospital and the other wasn't allowed in the ICU because she wasn't family. And they get no survivor benefits!"

"Mia, not to burst your bubble here, but considering Genovia is mostly Catholic, would it even pass?"

She shrugged. "I'm a new age princess, I can convince them. I mean, yeah sure on a religious basis I shouldn't believe in it, but we aren't living in the dark ages. And if we were the relationships wouldn't be frowned upon! Well, you have to separate church and state at times. I dunno, just something I've been thinking more about since I've gotten closer to Evan. He seems so…hopeless at times. Almost disappointed in himself. Sad huh?"

I kissed her forehead as she stared off into space. I love when she started getting so upset about something that she blabbered. She was so adorable. "You are so caring, Mia. That is one of the million reasons I adore you."

She smiled, "Not because I am a sex goddess?"

I smirked, "I think we need to work on our god-status together," I said pulling myself on top of her. She sighed at the weight that I placed on her.

"Practice is always good," she said with a laugh. She pushed my hair behind my ears. "God, how did you get to be so handsome?" She said this in a way she had never said words before. Like, she suddenly realized what I really looked like.

"How can you even see me?" I asked. We were only illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window.

"I don't have to see you to know how gorgeous you are," she whispered.

I laid my head on her chest so I could hear her heart beating.

"Aren't you ever afraid that this is just a little dream?" she said softly. "That Grandmere found out about us and has already destroyed it?"

I entwined my fingers with hers. "We only have a few more weeks until I go back to New York. Then only 2 ½ years until I come home to you," I replied. She was my home.

"I wish I was as confident as you are," she whispered. "But I know I love you and nothing is ever going to get in the way of that."

She happened to be going back to New York for Christmas the same day as I was so I decided to fly out of Genovia. Alex joined me. "Won't she be taking a private plane?" he asked as we lugged our luggage through the airport.

"Yes, but my mom asked her mom ahead of time if I could fly back with her. She is concerned about terrorist strikes and figured a private plane would be safer. Phillippe even agreed."

"That is sooo weird."

"What is?" I asked.

"Calling a prince by his first name."

"You call Mia by hers," I replied.

"Yeah, but she isn't the leader of thousands of people."

"Genovia is has less people than New York City," I replied. "Bloomberg controls more than he does."

"But he is royal, Bloomberg isn't."

I shrugged.

"This is kind of cool…a private plane. Maybe Evan and I can join the mile high club…"

I really don't care if he's gay. He can have sex with any man he wants (well, not me) and I really wouldn't care

Honestly. He could go have sex with the prince of England and I would congratulate him. But Evan kind of creeped me out. I mean, he looked like me. What if Alex was still into me and pretended it was me? It was all a bit too much for me

I shook Mia's hand when we approached her and her father. Her dad glared at me. Did he know? Alex took my hand, "Sweetie, want me to take your bags?"

I took a deep breath, "Thanks. Hello your highness," I said to the very shocked prince. "Hey there Mia," I said giving her a very un quenching hug.

"Who is this friend of yours?" Phillippe asked.

I turned back to Alex who was talking animatedly. "That's my friend Alex. Isn't he the greatest?" I asked with a grin. I winked at Alex. I was gonna let him think what ever he wanted to think.

"It's good to see you have gotten everything out of your system," Phillippe replied.

I shrugged, "It had to happen eventually," I replied. Little did he know the 'it' I meant getting married to his daughter.

"Dad, I think I can take it from here," Mia hissed. "Michael and I have some catching up to do."

Her father, thinking that I was with Alex, felt it was okay to leave his young daughter in my hands. "Okay Mia. Have a nice break," he replied, kissing her cheek. "Show Evan a good time in the city, okay?"
She nodded and acted like she was uncomfortable talking about Evan in front of me. Her dad walked away with all of his body guards and Mia pulled me behind a wall. I expected her to kiss me. But instead she said the words that no twenty one year old guy wants to hear.

"I'm late."