A/N: Yay! I made an A on my second big English paper, I am so happy that I am updating again! So, I hope you enjoy this, and I hope that you take the time to review, because I greatly appreciate everyone who has reviewed so far!
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns The Princess Diaries, lucky girl. I own all the characters that you don't recognize from her books
About 9:00 p.m., Plaza Hotel suite
I have had it up to here with the film crew, Paulette in particular. After seeing my picture in the tabloid this morning, I really wasn't up to filming anything for the show. When I got to my room, which just happened to be very close to Grandmere's suite, I tossed my books on the floor next to the desk and flopped down on the bed. I closed my eyes to relax a little bit, and my cell phone rang.
Groaning slightly, I pulled my body off the bed and dug into my backpack for my phone. Michael's number flashed across the screen, and dread filled the pit of my stomach. Crossing my fingers he didn't see our picture on the newsstand, I pressed talk.
"Hello?"
"Mia? What's going on? Did you see him take our picture?"
I was assaulted by the accusatory tone of his questions before I even had time to explain myself.
"Michael, I know it looks bad, but…"
"Mia, when I woke up this morning, someone had taped these pictures all over the front of my door. When I went to my first class, the professor took me aside and asked me if I would like to lay low from his class for a few weeks. Then when I went back to my dorm, I had paparazzi following me."
I groaned, it was one thing for the media to follow my every move, but quite another altogether for them to involve my boyfriend.
"Michael, I don't know how that happened, he must have followed you to the loft."
"Was this your grandmother's idea? To garner publicity for your show?"
I pondered this thought. I can't believe I didn't think of it, I mean, she has done it before.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly.
He paused, and I heard his fist hit the desk.
"No, I'm not mad at you. You didn't ask for this to happen. I just can't believe the lengths some people will go to get dirt on someone."
A smile crept back on my face. Relief flooded through my body, and I relaxed a little. My fist had been clenched tightly closed and small crescents remained imprinted in my palm.
"Well, Grandmere and Dad have relocated me to the Plaza for a while."
"I know, your mom told me when I called your house."
"Will I get to see you tomorrow after school?"
He paused for a moment.
"I don't know if I will have time."
My smile fell off my face and my fist clenched closed as I tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill.
"Oh, okay."
"Mia, I didn't mean it like that," he said tenderly, "I still have to get some things together for your birthday."
Oh, yeah, my birthday is coming up isn't it?
"Any hints you care to toss my way?"
"Absolutely not. Well, I've got to go, I have an English paper due in the morning. Sleep tight, I love you."
"I love you too."
