Author's Note: Okay, BIG part right here.

Jesse's Babe: Is that just one person reviewing three times, or three people using the same anon. name?

Alenor: You'll find out in this chapter.

Handsoff: I'll ask my dad how to pronounce it as he speaks Gaelic. I'd tell you, but there is the whole issue that I only talk to you online and thereforecouldn't really explain it properly.

Everyone else: I love when you assume things. Especially when I know the ending already. Is it something you'll like? Or not expect at all? Wait about two weeks and you should know (that is, if I decide to make loooong chapters a regular thing, otherwise there would be about ten more chapters)


MICHAEL:

The next week was really hectic for Mia. She had to pack for Genovia, prepare for graduation, and act like a sweet innocent Princess.

"Hey, congratulations," I said handing her a box after the graduation ceremony. My family was waiting for me in separate camps. Mom and Lilly were in the courtyard for pictures. Dad was waiting for me toescort him over there. Ned would wait in the gym, shooting baskets. Mom still wasn't ready to even look at him."Here. It's nothing much but…"

She smiled, the smile I loved. "Thanks. Um, want me to open it now?"

"It's a thought."

"Okay." She ripped it open and found a picture of a cat. "Uh Michael?" she said, wrapping her arms around me.

"He's waiting at my apartment for you to pick up. I'll watch him this summer, but then you are on your own."

Her eyes opened widely, "Oh MICHAEL! Thank you so much! He looks perfect!"

Yeah. Everything else would be perfect if I hadn't seen the pictures of her and Felix holding hands at the Starbucks a few days ago. Everything would be peachy fucking keen. We'd be together now. She'd at least have my trust.

But no. She was lying to me about how serious they were.


"Are you watching TV?" Lilly asked two weeks later. Mia had left for Genovia a week and a half ago.

"No, how the hell did you get in here?" I asked.

"I uh….Mia gave me her key for the summer," she said quickly. "Put on your TV."

"Why?" I asked back, flipping the TV on in my bedroom.

"Put it on, now."

"Prince Phillippe says that he and the boy's mother had a brief encounter about twenty years ago, but that he had no idea that a child had resulted from the affair. This means that New York's own Princess Mia is no longer the heir to the Genovian throne. In other news…."

"What the fuck?" I asked.

"I don't know. Has she called you?"

"No."

"Me neither. Probably a little busy. If she calls tell me all the news, kay?"

"You too."


MIA:

When I got to Genovia I knew something was different right away. My Genovian bodyguard genuflected to me, but had a weird look on his face. "What, did someone die?" I teased.

But no one would answer me. "Your father wishes for an audience with you," Francois explained.

I walked into Dad's office and gave him a big hug, "Hey Dad!"

"Hello Mia," he said formally.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm very sorry," he said, making it sound like one long word.

"For what? Not coming to my graduation? Not a big deal. It was really boring anyways…well, except for when Lilly was giving her valedictorian speech. She went off onto this tangent about baby otters or something. Prinicipal Gupta totally was ready to kill her, it was worth the price of ad-"

"For not telling you about this whole situation before. When we first heard about it."

"What is it?" I asked, dread filling my body. "Did your cancer come back?" Oh cruel fate. Was he trying to tell me he was out of remission and there was no way he could be saved? That I was going to have to forgo college and become ruler in his place?

"No, nothing like that. It's just…you have…."

"I don't have anything," I replied. "But you don't have cancer? I'm not going to have t to take over? Right? Right? I don't think I'm ready to-"

"I do not have cancer. And you will no longer be taking my place upon my demise."

Oh thank- wait a tic… "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well….you have an older brother."

I fell into my seat. The leather seats that I never sit in because I think they are cruel. "No, I have a younger brother. Rocky. He's four. You want him to be the crowned prince? I don't think that's such a great idea. He is named after a boxer played by Sly Stallone-"

"As much as I adore little Rocky, no. No, you have another brother. I never knew. His mother didn't want him to be thrust into the limelight so she never told me."

I focused on the photograph he had on his wall. It was supposedly the official royal family photograph; him, me and Grandmere last Christmas. Now there is another head in there. "I have a brother?" I whispered.

"Yes."

"Why is he around then? I mean, how do you know now?" I screamed, jumping up and pacing back and forth.

"He wanted to know who his father was. He grew up in Connecticut with his mother and grandparents. No father really…."

I never had Dad around and I was okay with that. Not too screwed up. Okay, maybe I have severe relationship issues with guys now, but maybe that was from my mother."What does Grandmere say?"

He half laughed, "She flipped out."

"How long have you known?"

There was a long pause.

"Dad, I said, how long did you know?"

"January."

"Since January!" I snapped. "That's why my stupid lessons stopped? That's why Grandmere got rid of her condo? That's why you two have been in Genovia? You replaced-"

"We did not replace you," he assured me. "In fact, he only arrived in Genovia in January. He stayed on for about two weeks to get acquainted with us, and then he returned to school in the States. He goes to Princeton."

"He was living that close to me, and knew who I was, but I never knew?"

"Mia, he wanted us to tell you but your grandmother and I thought it would be best-"

"JANUARY!"

"Mia-"

"Why have you waited until now to tell me? Why not back then?"

"We wanted to tell you when you would have time to get to know him. Not just know of him and allow yourself to have a terrible image of him."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wow. Not princessy at all.

"If you knew back in January what was going on, and never met him, you would have a bad picture in your head of him. Now you'll meet him immediately."

I shot him a dirty look. "He's here?"

"Of course. He will be taking lessons from Grandmere. And you will, of course be enlisted to help us as well-"

"Hell no," I yelled as I ran out of the room. Very un-princessy. Some employees will probably report this to the tabloids. My reaction to my new found brother. But who cares? Not I. Nope. Let the family get bad publicity. It's all their fault anyways.

I ran all the way across the palace to the residential area and found my room. It was just as I left it in December. I told the staff not to change anything during renovations, and they did just that.

I stayed in bed and cried all day. Not because I was no longer the heir to the throne; I was kind of psyched about that, but because no one told me I had an older brother. "Princess?" Jacque, the palace social coordinator said, knocking on my door.

"Go away," I snapped.

"Dinner is to be served. You are to meet Louie."

"Who the hell is Louie?" I asked as Jacque came into my room and set out what I was to wear at dinner. "The only Louie's I know are my dead cat and Louie Stephens from Rooney.Either way, I don't want tosee them. Dead cats and possible man whores (A/N: had to put that in SoCal) are not my style.Unless it's one of them go away." Only man whore I like is Michael.

"Your brother," he said uneasily.

In that entire conversation with Dad he never said the guy's name.

I jumped up. "Who the hell actually names their kid Louie?" I snapped. "Apparently his mom is wacky."

"I-I am not at liberty to say, your highness."

"But he's eating with us?"

"Yes. Waiting to meet you in fact. He's very excited."

I sighed. "Fine."


I had no desire to meet this guy. Not yet at least. I needed to get used to the idea of an older brother. "Princess Amelia," Jacque announced as I walked regallyinto the dining hall to find my grandmother, my father, and some brown haired, awkward looking boy sitting in my seat.

I wanted to be polite. But he was in my spot at the dinner table. I continued standing.

"Mia, sit down," Dad said softly. He knew what I was doing.

"I am waiting for my seat," I replied.

Dad sighed. " Stop being ridiculous. I think you can sit next to Grandmere tonight."

"No."

"Amelia," Grandmere said. I swear, she was almost laughing.

Dad looked at the boy and motioned for him to move down a seat. I then sat down. I didn't care if I looked like a spoiled brat. The kid was taking my spot in the family, but not my seat next to Dad.

"Mia, this is your brother, Louis," Grandmere introduced.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely, not looking at him or taking his extended hand. I focused instead on my napkin being placed properly on my lap. This entertained Grandmere to no extreme. She loved that I was being rude, but polite at the same time.

"You too. I'd really like to-"

"What is for dinner tonight?" I asked Grandmere.

"Mia, don't be rude," Dad said sharply.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said softly. "Grandmere, what will be served for dinner tonight?"

Grandmere smirked. Yes, smirked.

We ate our dinner in silence and then I was excused. "I am feeling a little jet lagged," I lied. I still hadn't fully looked at my new brother.

He followed me to my room. "Mia, I know you don't like me. And you have no reason to. I just…"

I turned and looked at him. He looked pathetic. And sad. "You just…"

"I just wanted to know who my father was. I wouldn't have bothered if I knew it would make a princess hate me. Or that it'd make me an heir to a throne. Or make my sister hate me. But I'm happy that I have a sister…I've been by myself my whole life-"

"I don't hate you," I said sharper than I planned. "I mean, I don't even know you. I have to go to bed. Good night."


The next day I was woken up early by loud music. I looked out my door and found it was coming from across the hall from Louie's room. I knocked on the door.

"Hey," he said cheerfully. "What's up?"

"Some people enjoy sleeping," I snapped. "Turn it down."

"If it's too loud then you are too old," he shot back.

I turned my heel, "Look assface (whoa, there, I've been hanging around Lilly too long…taking her pet names for her older brother), I don't know what they've told you about being royal, but you don't get much rest. Have you even gotten an itinerary?"

"No."

I peeked in the hall and found the man who delivered our itineraries every morning. "Hello Pierre," I greeted cheerfully. "May I please see my itinerary?"

He handed it to me.

"You are looking handsome. Have you been working out?" I flirted. Sometimes, if I flirted enough, he'd come by late to wake me up so I can catch extra sleep and maybe miss a function or two.

"Your highness, you tease. Of course I have not. But here is your packet. And here is your…uh, brother's."

I rolled my eyes at him and he smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I turned to Louie. "Sit down right there," I instructed. "Follow me."

I took him to my room and showed him the leather bound folder that held my itinerary for the day alone. "Every single moment of the day is planned already for me. In two hours I have to meet with the Princesses of Lucitopia. Then at two I am sitting in a Parlimentary meeting. You are going to have an even bigger list of things to do now that you are an heir."

He gulped. "I hadn't realized…"

"And it looks like you have a busy day as well," I said glancing at his itinerary. "Ha, prince lessons all morning with Grandmere. Have fun," I said tossing it to him and turning a heel. "Get some sleep before you go see Satan herself."

I was given no time at all to talk to anyone back home. I was teaching Louie all day and attending royal functions at night. It was only about two weeks later that I was given a free moment to call home.

"Hey," Michael's voice said on his answering machine, "We're not around but leave a message and we'll get back to you….if we feel like it."

"Hey guys. Um, it's me, Mia. I'm sure you've heard the news…um…"

"Hey," Michael's voice said, cutting me off.

"Oh, hi."

"Um, what's shakin?"

I sighed, "I hate him," I hissed.

"Why?" he laughed.

"Because…he's just so…so…"

"Getting all the attention?" Michael asked.

"What?"

"Nothing. What is he like?"

"Listens to bad music, wakes up too early, bad hair cut…shall I go on?"

He laughed again, "I guess not. Give it time though. It's only been a few days, right?"
"Feels like eternity."

"Give it another week. If he still sucks ass then I'll go over and cut his head off with a machete."

"Nice."

"Yeah. Anything for you."

I turned red. "Okay. I better call Felix."