AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this out. It's been a busy (but good)
couple of weeks and I haven't had much time at all to write. Hannah, I will
more than likely have at least a prequel to this (it will also more than
likely not be in diary form like this one).
Saturday January 31
The common area of the suite Colin and I share although if he doesn't stop cursing at his computer I'll be moving into my room in a minute, The Palace, Genovia
I think I may get addicted to writing in this thing. I almost picked it up to write in it last night after dinner and again earlier this morning but wasn't able to because of the various duties of being a princess (like having to get up early this morning to go riding with the Americans or entertaining them at lunch. You see, they have this son who is 17 and they brought him along with them so I keep getting stuck hanging out with him. Thankfully, he is easy on the eyes and has a fairly pleasant personality).
Anyway, my friends Andrea and Elizabeth called me about an hour ago to gossip about boys as usual. Andrea is all excited because Prince William is apparently bringing his son and daughter here when he comes to see my mother and grandfather next week. She thinks Prince William's son is gorgeous. I suppose Prince Phillip isn't all that bad looking but I don't think he's gorgeous either. Apparently I'm in a large minority. Elizabeth says that I grew up around Phillip and therefore would not see him as a romantic interest (and therefore he wouldn't be gorgeous to me). I guess she's right.
Mom is yelling for me from the hallway. I guess I should go see what she wants. She's lucky that Grandmere died years ago or she'd be in big trouble right now.
Saturday January 31, After dinner
My room, Palace, Genovia
My mother wanted me to go into the city with Jack, the American. She told me she would have asked Colin but that Colin hasn't exactly been very sociable with the Americans and that I seem to get on with them better. I wasn't expecting this today but it was really quite fun. Jack made me wear my most American clothes (which ended up being jeans, my Cure T-shirt (the Cure are my all-time favorite band by the way), sneakers, and a light coat that was definitely not notable). If George weren't following me around I would have passed for a normal American teenager!
We went to this cafe, which Jack and his parents had apparently discovered the day they had arrived, for lunch. George sat at another table so we could have some privacy. It was really cute and the food was delicious. Jack and I talked a LOT. I found out some interesting things about him. Like that he plays baseball for his school during the spring and he's hoping that he can get a scholarship for college because of it. Apparently he's pretty good (he didn't brag but if you're hoping to get a scholarship you have to be relatively good at it right?). He likes some of the same bands as I do too. That's kind of unusual because my dad got me into a lot of underground bands at an early age. He's not a big fan of Dad's band but that's okay. I actually prefer that.
After lunch we walked around the city randomly, going into some nice shops. We went into a bookstore and Jack spent so much time in there. He loves to read which is really great because...well, because I do too! It was kind of funny because I found out that he's a big fan of Mom's books (only nobody outside of family knows that Mom writes them because she has to write under a penname to "preserve the appearance of royalty" as her Grandmere told her a long time ago when she first got published).
We both wanted to go see a movie (an American comedy) but George pointed out that we had to be back for dinner so we just came back to the Palace and walked around. It was a lot of fun and I hope we can hang out again before he leaves in a couple of days.
It's odd but I suppose this is how normal teenagers spend their day in America. It almost makes me want to go visit my family in New York and attempt to live like a normal 15 year old for a few weeks.
Sunday, February 1
Living room, Palace
Here is what happened this morning during breakfast:
I walked into the dining room to complete and utter silence. Silence at breakfast with my family is very unusual but I didn't really think anything of it because only my grandfather and mother were at the table, both dressed very nicely as I'm sure they had only just returned from Church a short time before.
"Where is everybody?" I asked, sitting down in my usual chair. There was a bowl in front of me and I grabbed a box of cereal, pouring it into the bowl followed by soy milk.
"Oh, your father wanted to work on some song so he hasn't come down yet. I don't think any of the other kids are up yet."
"Oh, all right." Weird but not totally unlikely. Dad is rather notorious in my family for missing meals because he's either working on a song (he quit his band awhile ago on good terms and still sometimes writes songs, which they use PLUS he's being sneaky about something so I think he may have started a new band or something) or on a computer program.
Grandpere cleared his throat and placed the newspaper he was reading slowly on the table. My eyes were drawn to it and I gasped when I saw it, spoon halfway to my mouth. Dropping my spoon back into the bowl, I snatched up the paper and looked at it.
Know what I saw? No, really. Do you want to know? Because it was the most idiotic piece of drivel ever.
The headline of the paper read "Rock 'N' Roll Princess Finds Prince Charming" accompanied by a picture of Jack and I. It must have been taken at the cafe while we were eating because we were sitting together, laughing. This certainly is not the first time I've been in this particular paper (or others) but it's definitely the first time I've made the cover all by myself (well, I wasn't by myself but not with another royal like my mother or father or siblings or cousins, etc.). The article went on to talk about how Jack and I were secretly dating and that was the reason his parents were really in town. Like I said...idiotic.
"I guess I should talk to Jack about this..." I said with a sigh.
"That might be smart," Grandpere told me with a slight smile.
So now I have to tell Jack that he and I are in the paper linked together as a couple! This is going to be horrible. I just know it.
By the way, know what's weird? I've gotten into the habit of carrying this thing around with me. I almost carried it to breakfast with me but then thought that would look too strange and left it in my room.
Sunday, February 1, after lunch sometime
Common area of the suite, Palace
I'm still a little shocked. I called Jack after breakfast to ask him to please come to the Palace as I had something important to discuss with him. I met him downstairs when he arrived and brought him up to my suite. Thankfully Colin was not inhabiting the common room as he usually does.
"This is about that newspaper headline isn't it?" Jack asked, sitting down on the sofa. I must have looked shocked because he shrugged. "I was getting a lot of stares at breakfast and some little girl finally approached me and asked me to sign the paper. My parents decided we needed to read it and managed to find a copy."
"I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean for this to happen."
He grinned. "It's okay. I doubt it's going to make the papers back home and if it does then oh well. You're a cool girl, Chloe. I like hanging out with you. If that means I get in the paper once or twice then I don't care."
"Really?" I asked. I hadn't realized it before but I had been really worried to lose Jack's friendship.
"Yeah...actually, I was going to ask you this yesterday but I kinda lost my nerve. Do you think I might be able to get your email address or screenname or something? Because I'd like to keep in contact with you and, you know, get to know you better."
I grinned. "Sure," I told him, grabbing a pad from my brother's desk and writing down both. We exchanged information then sat there awkwardly.
"Why did they call you the Rock 'N' Roll Princess?" he asked, curiously looking at me.
I sighed. I really hadn't wanted to share this so soon but if he had missed it in the article then he wouldn't miss it when he got home because even though he thought it wouldn't make papers there it would. "Because of my dad. I got that little moniker when I was young. Long story but my dad used to be in a really big band and my mother, my brother, and I used to tour with him. The press loved it and especially loved taking pictures of me and Colin. They called us "The Rock 'N' Roll Twins" and separately we were the Rock 'N' Roll Prince and Princess. It was dumb and we still have to live with it."
"Wait...who's your father?"
"Michael Moscovitz. He used to sing for--"
"The Rapids and I totally talked shit about them yesterday. I'm really sorry. I thought your father must be a Renaldo since that is your last name. Wow, I feel like jerk," he said. I noticed he'd paled considerably.
I laughed at him. "Don't. It was rather refreshing. You don't know how many people adore my father. It's sometimes sick. Although I must say that I do still think Dad is the best songwriter ever and he has a wonderful voice."
Jack grinned, shaking his head. "I'm not gonna argue with you."
"Good!" I declared with a straight face which was ruined only moments later when I started giggling.
I guess my laugh was infectious because he started laughing too. He stopped when he spotted our computer set up (Colin's desk and my desk are right next to one another and we've set up the computers we have so that we can design games together easiest). "Holy shit! Those computers are state of the art!"
"Of course! Dad wouldn't let us get anything less when it comes to computers. Besides we kind of need it. Colin and I design games together. I mean real games that you could sell on the market. We're considering starting our own company because Dad says our games could really make a lot of money if we sold them. Especially the ones we've made in the last year or two."
"Oh wow. Do you think I could see one? Or is it just a family thing?"
"Sure, come on!" I led him over to my desk, sat him down, and started up our most recently completed game for him.
Right now I'm sitting on the couch writing in this while he plays the game Colin and I created. I think he really likes it since he hasn't moved from that spot in over an hour. In fact, I have no idea how I'm going to tear him away from it. Oh well...
Saturday January 31
The common area of the suite Colin and I share although if he doesn't stop cursing at his computer I'll be moving into my room in a minute, The Palace, Genovia
I think I may get addicted to writing in this thing. I almost picked it up to write in it last night after dinner and again earlier this morning but wasn't able to because of the various duties of being a princess (like having to get up early this morning to go riding with the Americans or entertaining them at lunch. You see, they have this son who is 17 and they brought him along with them so I keep getting stuck hanging out with him. Thankfully, he is easy on the eyes and has a fairly pleasant personality).
Anyway, my friends Andrea and Elizabeth called me about an hour ago to gossip about boys as usual. Andrea is all excited because Prince William is apparently bringing his son and daughter here when he comes to see my mother and grandfather next week. She thinks Prince William's son is gorgeous. I suppose Prince Phillip isn't all that bad looking but I don't think he's gorgeous either. Apparently I'm in a large minority. Elizabeth says that I grew up around Phillip and therefore would not see him as a romantic interest (and therefore he wouldn't be gorgeous to me). I guess she's right.
Mom is yelling for me from the hallway. I guess I should go see what she wants. She's lucky that Grandmere died years ago or she'd be in big trouble right now.
Saturday January 31, After dinner
My room, Palace, Genovia
My mother wanted me to go into the city with Jack, the American. She told me she would have asked Colin but that Colin hasn't exactly been very sociable with the Americans and that I seem to get on with them better. I wasn't expecting this today but it was really quite fun. Jack made me wear my most American clothes (which ended up being jeans, my Cure T-shirt (the Cure are my all-time favorite band by the way), sneakers, and a light coat that was definitely not notable). If George weren't following me around I would have passed for a normal American teenager!
We went to this cafe, which Jack and his parents had apparently discovered the day they had arrived, for lunch. George sat at another table so we could have some privacy. It was really cute and the food was delicious. Jack and I talked a LOT. I found out some interesting things about him. Like that he plays baseball for his school during the spring and he's hoping that he can get a scholarship for college because of it. Apparently he's pretty good (he didn't brag but if you're hoping to get a scholarship you have to be relatively good at it right?). He likes some of the same bands as I do too. That's kind of unusual because my dad got me into a lot of underground bands at an early age. He's not a big fan of Dad's band but that's okay. I actually prefer that.
After lunch we walked around the city randomly, going into some nice shops. We went into a bookstore and Jack spent so much time in there. He loves to read which is really great because...well, because I do too! It was kind of funny because I found out that he's a big fan of Mom's books (only nobody outside of family knows that Mom writes them because she has to write under a penname to "preserve the appearance of royalty" as her Grandmere told her a long time ago when she first got published).
We both wanted to go see a movie (an American comedy) but George pointed out that we had to be back for dinner so we just came back to the Palace and walked around. It was a lot of fun and I hope we can hang out again before he leaves in a couple of days.
It's odd but I suppose this is how normal teenagers spend their day in America. It almost makes me want to go visit my family in New York and attempt to live like a normal 15 year old for a few weeks.
Sunday, February 1
Living room, Palace
Here is what happened this morning during breakfast:
I walked into the dining room to complete and utter silence. Silence at breakfast with my family is very unusual but I didn't really think anything of it because only my grandfather and mother were at the table, both dressed very nicely as I'm sure they had only just returned from Church a short time before.
"Where is everybody?" I asked, sitting down in my usual chair. There was a bowl in front of me and I grabbed a box of cereal, pouring it into the bowl followed by soy milk.
"Oh, your father wanted to work on some song so he hasn't come down yet. I don't think any of the other kids are up yet."
"Oh, all right." Weird but not totally unlikely. Dad is rather notorious in my family for missing meals because he's either working on a song (he quit his band awhile ago on good terms and still sometimes writes songs, which they use PLUS he's being sneaky about something so I think he may have started a new band or something) or on a computer program.
Grandpere cleared his throat and placed the newspaper he was reading slowly on the table. My eyes were drawn to it and I gasped when I saw it, spoon halfway to my mouth. Dropping my spoon back into the bowl, I snatched up the paper and looked at it.
Know what I saw? No, really. Do you want to know? Because it was the most idiotic piece of drivel ever.
The headline of the paper read "Rock 'N' Roll Princess Finds Prince Charming" accompanied by a picture of Jack and I. It must have been taken at the cafe while we were eating because we were sitting together, laughing. This certainly is not the first time I've been in this particular paper (or others) but it's definitely the first time I've made the cover all by myself (well, I wasn't by myself but not with another royal like my mother or father or siblings or cousins, etc.). The article went on to talk about how Jack and I were secretly dating and that was the reason his parents were really in town. Like I said...idiotic.
"I guess I should talk to Jack about this..." I said with a sigh.
"That might be smart," Grandpere told me with a slight smile.
So now I have to tell Jack that he and I are in the paper linked together as a couple! This is going to be horrible. I just know it.
By the way, know what's weird? I've gotten into the habit of carrying this thing around with me. I almost carried it to breakfast with me but then thought that would look too strange and left it in my room.
Sunday, February 1, after lunch sometime
Common area of the suite, Palace
I'm still a little shocked. I called Jack after breakfast to ask him to please come to the Palace as I had something important to discuss with him. I met him downstairs when he arrived and brought him up to my suite. Thankfully Colin was not inhabiting the common room as he usually does.
"This is about that newspaper headline isn't it?" Jack asked, sitting down on the sofa. I must have looked shocked because he shrugged. "I was getting a lot of stares at breakfast and some little girl finally approached me and asked me to sign the paper. My parents decided we needed to read it and managed to find a copy."
"I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean for this to happen."
He grinned. "It's okay. I doubt it's going to make the papers back home and if it does then oh well. You're a cool girl, Chloe. I like hanging out with you. If that means I get in the paper once or twice then I don't care."
"Really?" I asked. I hadn't realized it before but I had been really worried to lose Jack's friendship.
"Yeah...actually, I was going to ask you this yesterday but I kinda lost my nerve. Do you think I might be able to get your email address or screenname or something? Because I'd like to keep in contact with you and, you know, get to know you better."
I grinned. "Sure," I told him, grabbing a pad from my brother's desk and writing down both. We exchanged information then sat there awkwardly.
"Why did they call you the Rock 'N' Roll Princess?" he asked, curiously looking at me.
I sighed. I really hadn't wanted to share this so soon but if he had missed it in the article then he wouldn't miss it when he got home because even though he thought it wouldn't make papers there it would. "Because of my dad. I got that little moniker when I was young. Long story but my dad used to be in a really big band and my mother, my brother, and I used to tour with him. The press loved it and especially loved taking pictures of me and Colin. They called us "The Rock 'N' Roll Twins" and separately we were the Rock 'N' Roll Prince and Princess. It was dumb and we still have to live with it."
"Wait...who's your father?"
"Michael Moscovitz. He used to sing for--"
"The Rapids and I totally talked shit about them yesterday. I'm really sorry. I thought your father must be a Renaldo since that is your last name. Wow, I feel like jerk," he said. I noticed he'd paled considerably.
I laughed at him. "Don't. It was rather refreshing. You don't know how many people adore my father. It's sometimes sick. Although I must say that I do still think Dad is the best songwriter ever and he has a wonderful voice."
Jack grinned, shaking his head. "I'm not gonna argue with you."
"Good!" I declared with a straight face which was ruined only moments later when I started giggling.
I guess my laugh was infectious because he started laughing too. He stopped when he spotted our computer set up (Colin's desk and my desk are right next to one another and we've set up the computers we have so that we can design games together easiest). "Holy shit! Those computers are state of the art!"
"Of course! Dad wouldn't let us get anything less when it comes to computers. Besides we kind of need it. Colin and I design games together. I mean real games that you could sell on the market. We're considering starting our own company because Dad says our games could really make a lot of money if we sold them. Especially the ones we've made in the last year or two."
"Oh wow. Do you think I could see one? Or is it just a family thing?"
"Sure, come on!" I led him over to my desk, sat him down, and started up our most recently completed game for him.
Right now I'm sitting on the couch writing in this while he plays the game Colin and I created. I think he really likes it since he hasn't moved from that spot in over an hour. In fact, I have no idea how I'm going to tear him away from it. Oh well...