Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. If I did, I would probably throw a party. Meg Cabot/Jenny Carroll is an awesome writer.

Oh yeah, this fanfic has characters in it from Mediator, Princess Diaries, All-American Girl, and 1-800-Where-R-U?. I might include characters from Avalon High or Teen Idol later on, but as of now, they're not in the story. I hadn't read either of those when I started writing this, that's why.

So, just to get this all straigtened out: This takes place after: Haunted from the Mediator series, Princess in Pink from the Princess Diaries series (that's the one with the prom, right?), Sanctuary from 1-800-WHERE-R-U, and All-American Girl. This means that Jesse is still a ghost and it's: in the middle of Mia's sophomore year, middle of Suze's senior year (she's a senior, right?), middle of Jess's senior year, and middle of Sam's sophomore year.

26 April 2006--I realise that I haven't updated this in at least a year. So right now I'm going back and editing all of the chapters for crappy grammar, author's notes in the middle of the story, etc. I'll have the next part up soon, I hope.

Suze's POV

"New York? Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" I was practically gushing when my mom and Andy told me that I would go spend a week in NYC with Gina, like she did a few months ago. "Thank you thank you thank you!" I couldn't wait. This was so awesome! I went up to my room and was dancing around to a song on the radio ("Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot) when Dopey yelled, "Suze! Phone!"

"Hey, Suze!" I heard CeeCee say

"Hey! Guess what?" I almost shrieked back.

"What?" She yelled. I could almost tell that she was dying to tell some story of her own.

"I'm going to NYC for a week to see my friend Gina!" I was bursting with happiness. Life was good right now.

"Ohmygod! That totally rocks!" she replied. "Guess what I heard?"

"What?" I said, almost out of breath. Shrieking into the phone and dancing around excitedly to the radio can do that to you.

"You know Paul Slater? He moved back to Seattle!" she said. I think she knew I'd be happy. After all, she knew a lot about why I hated him so much.

"Holy...Are you serious?" I said. This day was getting better and better.

"Yeah. Well, I gotta go. My parents are dragging me to this 'family' thing at my church. Fuuuun." She said. I could almost see her rolling her eyes.

"Oh, OK. Talk to you later," I said.

"Yeah, you too."

I hung up the phone and turned around to see a very familiar shape standing there.

"Hola, querida."

Sam's POV

"New York?" I said to David.

"Yeah. My dad wants to meet the princess of Genovia."

"Where is that? Asia?" I asked

"No, it's somewhere in Europe I think" he replied.

"And you're telling me this because…?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"You're coming, too. The heir to the throne is a girl about your age. And, you're still the Teen Ambassador to the UN" he said

"Sweet. NYC," I said, with a grin. I wasn't really looking forward to it, though. A princess? Even one my age? What did she do for fun? Go to balls in big poufy dresses?

David could see through my grin, though. "C'mon, it'll be fun. New York City? That's a way cool place."

Jess's POV

"New York? Why New York?" I asked Dr Krantz.

"Jessica, I told you, we have more, ahem, specialized agents there," he replied.

"Can't they just come out here to Indiana?" I really didn't want to go, especially after my parents had just kind of gotten used to the idea that Rob was my boyfriend.

"No, they want you to help them with some case in New York City. You can have a friend go with you, if you want," he said. That caught my attention.

"All right, I'll go if Rob can come," I said. Negotiating is an important skill to have around here.

Krantz rolled his eyes. Probably thinking something along the lines of, "teenagers." Jeez, it's not our fault we have these raging hormones. "OK, fine. You just have to ask your parents first."

Shoot! I was so dead. No way would my parents let me go for a week or something with Rob without them. Unless…

"Is the whole group of psychics going?" I asked. If they were, then my parents wouldn't say "no."

"Why, of course. It's a chance to meet other psychics like ourselves" he replied indignantly.

"Sweet," I said with a grin.

"Hey Rob!" I said, after I got off the phone with Krantz. "Guess what?"

"Hey, Mastriani. What?"

"We're going to New York City"

Mia's POV

"New York is not a dirty city, Grandmere," I said. She just didn't get what was so great about good ol' NYC. Besides the fact that it's my hometown, it boasts a population of about eight million. You don't get that in Boston, do you?

"And that boy of yours? I told you, you're going to lose him if you don't keep him on his toes."

I rolled my eyes at this one. 'Keeping a boy on his toes,' as Grandmere puts it, is what made my friend Tina Hankim Baba's ex break up with her.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Amelia. Oh, and you had better be nice to the US President and the First Son when they come to visit next week. Oh, and that girl who saved the president's life, what's her name, Sally Madison, I think."

"WHAT?"

"Don't 'what' me, Amelia. Say, 'I beg your pardon,' as I frequently have to remind you," Grandmere continued as if nothing had happened. You see, I don't like meeting important people. Last winter break, when I went to Genovia, I had to meet all these ambassadors and sopranos and stuff. It wasn't very fun.

"I beg you pardon, Grandmere," I said, while inwardly rolling my eyes.

"You are going to meet the president of the United States of America, his son, and the girl who saved his life a few months back, who also happens to me the Teen Ambassador to the United Nations," Grandmere said as if this was something that I dealt with every day. Well, it kind of is. I mean, I am the princess of Genovia. Why me?

I was talking to Michael, my boyfriend and best friend's brother online a little while later.

FtLouie: Hey

LinuxRulz: Hey. What's up?

FtLouie: I have to meet the president, first son, and the girl who saved the president's life a few months ago

LinuRulz: Wow. What RU going to do?

FtLouie: I don't know.