"Gorgeous isn't it?" some guy said, coming up behind me as I stared at some picture on the wall.

"Huh?" I asked, hiding my hands in the sleeves of the too-big-for-me jacket.

"The name is Andrew. And you are?"

"Michael Moscovitz."

He looked at me strangely. "I see. What do you do, Mr. Moscovitz."

It hit me. This was Prince Andrew. I glanced over at Mia who was lecturing Lilly on proper attire (I told her to listen to me but no…). "I go to Columbia University in New York."

Then he started going on about cyclotron frequency. Clearly I must know all about it if I go to Columbia. Some professor there is doing research on it. I knew enough to get me through the conversation.

I peeked over and saw Mia asking that some Franco guy to take Lilly to her room and then show her how to return here. I had never realized how hot Mia was when she got bossy. I like this side of her.

Throughout dinner we held hands under the table. I have turned into a huge mushball. But it's okay since we're in Europe. Guys are supposed to be weird here. When Lilly started going on about Mia's dad's girlfriend Mia nearly broke my hand. She was ready to kill Lilly.

Lilly has balls. I mean, who acts like this in some strange house? Toward their hosts. I wouldn't be surprised if she was on the first flight back to JFK. Commercial. No more private jets for her.

I was exhausted, but stayed with Mia while she entertained the young royals. Had to be there in case that Prince Harry tried putting the moves on my girlfriend. I heard he could be awfully hands on with girls. A bit too flirty.

Not that I don't trust her. I just don't want other guys looking at her like I do. With the thoughts I had.

We played spoons with her guests and let them win. Luckily Mia vetoed the idea of strip spoons so we just played in the regular way. Maybe I could convince her to play a game one on one- okay, enough Michael. Stop being a pervert.

I walked her to her room and kissed her goodnight. She looked exhausted. I wish I was so I wouldn't be awake and thinking about what she was wearing a mere ten feet down the hall. On the other side of the thin wall and plumbing and stuff.

Finally, at about quarter of one I gave into temptation and stepped onto my balcony and snuck over to her side of the balcony.

She peeked out her curtains worriedly, then burst out in a smile. "Hey," she whispered, opening the door slightly.

I motioned for her to come outside. "Bring a blanket," I suggested.

She came out with a fleece blanket my parents had given her for Christmas before she left. It was good to see that she was still using it. She laid it out and then we proceeded to make out on it.

Should I feel guilty for making out with her like this? I mean, we've hardly gotten to spend any time together without kissing. Alone I mean. I don't care. It feels too damn good. Plus, it was romantic with the stars out.

Well, it was romantic til some damn cats came and ruined it for us. "No, do not feed them," I said, pushing her from the rail.

"Why not?" she asked innocently.

"Because they won't stop coming back. They'll expect it."

"They'll starve if I don't," she argued.

"They seem fine to me," I replied.

She sighed and dragged me to the stairs of he balcony and brought me into the garden to see the cats. Yes, the garden she mentioned earlier. I wondered if she remembered.

She was not going to give up on this idea of feeding these things. "Fine. Where can we get food?"

After finding some left overs for the cats I was too tired to persue any other action that night. And to leave wishing her a happy anniversary until later. She was too stressed out over the cats.

Which means she'll have to wait to get her gift til later.

"Tired?" she guessed after I yawned for the fourth time.

We stopped at her room. "A bit. I kind of went on this trans-Atlantic flight to see this chick that I am completely in love with. Then she had all these things to do so…I mean, I had to meet all sorts of celebrities and pretend to be interested in cyclotron fusion to be polite to Prince Andrew."

The corners of her mouth turned up, "Thank you."

"For?" I asked, hugging her.

"Being polite and respectful to my father and grandmother."

"Well, I am almost an adult. I know how to act to people who are kind to me."

"How'd you get to be so perfect when Lilly…when Lilly is so rude?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead. Funny. I would never have done something so simple only a little over a year ago. I would have freaked out about being this close to Mia. Alone.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still freaking out. But I would have thought she'd think I was a freak. That she didn't love me back. But she does. She kissed my cheek.

"I think Lilly might be adopted," I joked. "Before this kissing gets out of hand I better get back to bed. Your guards might catch us and think something else is going on."

"Like you would hate if something else were going on?" she teased.

"It has been two months since we talk-"

"Michael," she hissed warningly. "Good night."

"Night."

I must have been more tired than I thought since I fell asleep once my head hit the pillow.