Author's Note: To WTF (if you are still reading this story that apparently sucks..wait, no it sux right? Have I got the spelling correct?):

Read the note at the beginning of the story. It clearly states that this is OOC (out of character) and AU (alternate universe). Therefore I agree. Mia and Michael are out of character. THat's the point.

Secondly, yes, I did write about Michael being RUDE to Mia. But if you continued reading before judging based on two chapters you would see that he is a teenage boy. Rude one minute, and nice the next. Also, he had been tired and annoyed that he had to go and pick up a strange girl. But he has to be nice to her because she is in a totally new place.

Where did I ever say they had TVs? IF you are going to accuse me of not doing any sort of research you might want to look yourself. Life of Riley was a RADIO program back in the 1940's. Michael asks her if she wants to LISTEN with him that night.

Who says she is going to be the 'hero' in this story? First of all, she grew up in a palace and was raised by her grandmother, along with her parents. She's used to a totally different life.

I'm sorry if you don't like the story. But it's incrediably RUDE to go and say it 'sux'. Don't bother reviewing unless you know what you are talking about or at least have something constructive to say.

Otherwise, to everyone else, enjoy.

MICHAEL:

We've done it. Holy....crap. I thought I was going to pass out. Both of us were so nervous...not knowing exactly what to expect. But it wasn't the actual...um...act that made me feel the way I do. It's after.

She was lying next to me biting her lower lip. "That's it?" she asked. "What's the big deal?"

I blushed, "Um..."

"I mean, yes. I am fully aware of the possible consequences but seriously..."

I kissed her lips softly, "You okay?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You are blabbering on. You blabber when you are nervous."

It was now her turn to blush. "I don't know...it is just....." she started, looking thoughtful. "Mother and I had a discussion. She believes I should have some idea about...these sorts of things. SHe told me to wait until...you know..."

"You are married?" I guessed.

"Right. And....well, that some boys would leave once-"

"I'm not leaving you. Not for long anyways. I'll come back for you."

She smirked. I could tell it was what she was waiting for me to say.

I had been corresponding with her father in the past weeks, without her knowing. He had decided that I could in fact court his daughter, despite the fact that I was not Catholic. That I was Jewish. He explained that normally he would not approve but considering I was 'Leroy's son' I was fine. And that since I had taken the initi tave to get to know him that I sounded like a respectful boy.

God, if he only knew.

"I'm using this money to get a down payment on a house for me and Miranda," Kevin announced at work the following Friday.

"What?" I said, "What about our plan?"

He sighed, "Moscovitz, there are some more important things than a fancy dinner. Like a real life with Miranda. We don't want to live with my parents forever. You can still do it though."

No. He had a very good point. I knew what I was going to do.

"Straighten your tie," Mom said as we were getting ready to leave for Kevin's wedding.

I sighed and did as I was told. "This is so weird."

"I know," she said with a laugh. "But honestly, I was your age when I married your father."

"How old was Dad?" I asked, looking in a mirror.

"Twenty five."

"I hadn't realized he was that much older than you," I replied.

"I always liked older men," she laughed.

Just then the girls emerged from Lilly's bedroom. I looked down the hall and saw Mia. She was wearing a red silk dress that she had brought from Genovia. "I've been saving it for a special occasion," she explained with a wink.

"We ready to go?" Dad said before I could manage a word.

The five of us walked to City Hall to be witnesses for Kevin and Miranda. We saw their families there, but not many other people. Miranda had some girlfriends there as well.

"Randy, Kevin's friend there, he's so handsome," one of them hissed loud enough for everyone to hear.

Miranda laughed knowingly. "Yes, he is, but spoken for," she whispered so my parents wouldn't hear.

I sat next to Mia with my parents sitting in the front with Kevin's folks. We let our hands inch toward one another through the ceremony. By the end she was squeezing it tightly and fighting back tears.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"They're just so lucky," she said smiling. "Linked together forever."

I nodded, "I suppose."

"Michael, we are going to the house. Your father forgot his reading glasses," my mother said re-adjusting her hat. "Can you escort the girls?"

I nodded. "Yes Mom. I'll take them."

Lilly knew what was happening that day and made herself scarce. "I'm going to walk over with Randa's friends. Torture them with bath stories of dear old Michael."

Mia laughed, grateful for Lilly's discretion.

Once we were alone we slowly s tarted walking to the restaurant in Little Italy. "It was a lovely ceremony," Mia said leaning into me. She wasn't hinting to me. "And you look so handsome in that suit. I cannot remember you looking so handsome. No wonder those girls got crushes on you."

I smiled and blushed, "Well, look at you. That dress is like no other. All those girls were jealous that you looked so nice. What kind of fabric is that?" I asked.

"Silk. Grandmama gave it to me for my birthday. She says red makes me look older, do I?" she asked, making a silly face.

"No, not quite," I said nervously.

She made a face at me, "Well, what do you know anyways."

"How do you walk in those shoes?" I said looking at the things on her feet that looked like torture traps.

"With grace and dignity. Michael, Grandmama has been training me for years to dress and walk properly. I took my princess lessons."

"Let's sit down for a little bit," I said sitting on a bench.

She looked at me skeptically. "We'll be late."

"So? I think Kev and Miranda have other things on their minds."

She nodded and sat down, "What is it? You look like someone just swallowed a stocking."

I smiled, "No. I just like sitting alone with you sometimes. Just sitting with you and holding you…maybe kissing you a little…Don't you like that?" I totally was chickening out. I was NOT going to do this right now.

She nodded, "Sometimes. It's getting chilly isn't it?"

"Yes…."

"Gloves?" she ask with wide eyes. "Grandmama always says I am too young for them-"

I handed her the pair I had been given for my bat mitzphah (SP?)a few years ago. I nearly pulled out her ring right then, but it fell back into my pocket.

"Thank you sweetheart. They are a teeny bit big," she said with an easy laugh. She had no idea what was going on in my mind right now.

She crossed her legs and looked up to the sky, "It's a gorgeous day, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"You sounded so convincing," she said laughing. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah…I'm fine. It's just weird 'cuz one of my best friends is married now."

She took my hand, "Everyone does eventually Michael. It's part of growing up."

Everyone in her world did. Where the princess had to marry the prince. "I love you Mia," I said pulling her close to me for an embrace.

"I love you too Michael. Isn't amazing how one can fall so easily?" she said with wide eyes. "I mean, I didn't expect to fall in love…and look at me now. Happy and with the man of my dreams!"

"How am I the man of your dreams?" I asked curiously.

"Because you don't treat me like a piece of glass. You treat me like a real person. You care about my feelings, but make me realize that not everyone in the world will. The world doesn't revolve around me, you know? And you never mention the fact that I am a princess. It would have been the focal point of any other relationship I would have had with another boy. But not you. You don't care about those sorts of things.

"And you don't tease me when I tell you about my dreams. That I want to be a writer. That I want to escape my family like my brother did."

"Those aren't silly dreams," I assured her. "And we'll make them come true."