A/N: -southern drawl- Right now, I would just like to thank all of ya'll that read my story and reviewed it. You mean so much to me. Ok, I snapped out of it (why can't I use astericks? They always disappear when I save changes to document! Grr!)
Really, thank you, all of you who have taken the time to press that little button on the bottom of your screen and review for me. I am sorry about the short chapter, but I promise, it really will be made up to you the next time, this chapter is short, but it is very important. (Well, now that I look at it, it isn't too short)
Disclaimer: Oopsie, I have forgotten to put this little line in the past few chapters, so in case you forget who really owns the Princess Diaries, I'll tell you, It's the wonderful Meg Cabot.
Tuesday night, still at Lilly's (and in her body)
Lilly and I sat around the living room for about two hours watching Buffy re-runs, when Lilly looked up at the clock and said, "If he is not back here in ten minutes, we are going out after him."
I wholeheartedly agree. I glanced up at the door, almost willing him to arrive at that exact moment.
"Sounds good to me, I don't want to be stuck here any longer than I have to." I remarked.
She glared at me and said, "What, my life isn't good enough for you? It's no big party being you either. I am being shadowed by a big hulking Nordic bodyguard every second of the day."
"Look, you knew it was part of the job detail when you decided to do this in the first place!" I exclaimed.
She jumped up and stomped to the door. As she opened it, she looked back at me and said, "You think I actually wanted this to happen? I mean, I didn't just snap my fingers and make us trade bodies. This is not my fault, and if you think it is, then you're crazy."
With that, she slammed the door, leaving me alone, with only Spike to console me. I looked at the television, and sighed. I hope she snaps out of this soon, I can't do this without her.
Two hours later…
Michael finally showed up after four hours, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was "Where is Lilly?"
I had to explain everything to him, and his face fell as he heard that she had taken off in a huff.
"Why, what's wrong?" I asked him.
"Lilly had a chance to switch back in about 10 minutes. The mystic lady said that she had to be with you, with the mystic, exactly 72 hours after she had visited the shop to be switched back."
I looked at the clock, hmm, 7:48. I wonder if I have enough time to get to her.
"Well, what happens after the 72 hours is up? Does she get another chance?"
"She gets one more chance, but it won't be for another 72 hours."
Great. Three more days trapped in this prison. I sounded optimistic though, when I asked him, "Do you think that we have enough time to make it?"
"Well, the problem with that is, we would have to go to your house, get Lilly, drag her all the way back down to the shop, and have the psychic do a little hocus pocus chant, or whatever."
I flopped back onto the couch and glanced at the TV. I really hate Lilly right about now.