Disclaimer: None of the Princess Diaries are mine. Not Mia, not Lilly, and certainly not Michael. I wish they did but they don't. So yea. The only thing that is mine is anything that doesn't seem familiar. So don't sue me. Thank you for your time.

A/N: Very short authors note today. :cheers heard from everywhere: Just want to say thanks to everyone who has been reviewing. YAY to you. And thanks to all of you who have put me on your favorites list. DOUBLE YAY! I had a hard time writing this (major writers' block) so that's why it took a little while. Anywho, on with the chappie.

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Chapter 4

Love, Michael

Thursday, October 23, 4:00 p.m.

I sent Mia a Get-Well-Soon e-mail a few seconds ago. I know it's hopeless, but I can't help it. Even if Mia doesn't realize soon that I do indeed love her, then she might at least figure out that I do think of her as a friend. And not just my little sister's best friend.

Speaking of my wonderful little sister, she just burst into my room. I'll continue later.

Thursday, October 23, 4 something

I really don't understand women at all. Lilly just burst in my room, and made herself comfortable on my bed, and stared at me without saying a word.

Finally, I figured out she wasn't going to say anything so I snapped, "What do you want shit-face?"

Trust me. This is one of her nicer nicknames. Besides, I'm still mad at her for 'accidently' breaking into my room, and attempting to break into my laptop. I still have no idea what she was doing in there, and she still won't tell me.

So anyway, Lilly just looks at me, and then starts grinning.

I was getting annoyed, so I repeated, "What-do-you-want-shit-face?" I said it slowly as if she hadn't understood the question.

Lilly still saying nothing, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Lilly you seriously need to stop sniffing markers, I think it's getting to you." I snapped. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

I was too busy thinking of more important things like . . . Mia and other things . . . Like school. I guess. Because Mia is NOT the only thing I think about. I do have a life you know.

Oh wait, no I don't, because if I did I wouldn't be thinking about school, and I would have a girlfriend. But then again, you can't have everything you want in life, can you?

Lilly just smiled again,and said, "I saw Mia today. I went to her house after school to bring her homework to her."

"Ok . . . I don't see why that was so important." I said unconvincingly as I turned back to the computer.

I knew she would tell me something about Mia that would affect me in some way, and knowing Lilly, it would most likely . . . for lack of a better word . . . suck.

Lilly opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by yet another woman bursting into my room.

Lauren stood there bright red nose, and tissue in her hand. Wearing pajama bottoms, with her hair all sticking up in random places, and yelled loud enough for our whole building to hear, "FELIX IS DATING SOMEONE? AND YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?"

Oops.

Still Thursday, Listening to Lauren rant about how men are horrible pigs . . . etc.

Shit.

I knew I should have told her. She's pissed because Felix told her about Joy, and was according to her, was very jerky about it.

So now I'm listening to her rant about how the male sex sucks. I'm going to have to have a talk with Felix.

But, I guess I deserve it. I did befriend Felix didn't I? She found out about that too, and hit me in the head with my calc. textbook.

So now my head hurts, my best friend is mad at me, and I desperately want to know what Lilly was going to tell me about Mia.

I don't know about the Mia thing, because when Lauren burst in a few minutes ago, the first thing she did was kick Lilly out. Not that Lilly wanted to stay anyway. She saw the horrible fit Lauren was about to have, and bolted for the door almost immediately once Lauren told her to, "Get out."

But it really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean,she's winding down and has stopped ranting. That's good.

She's finally getting over Felix. Somewhat.

Still Thursday

Shit. Oh no. Mia's is going to- Oh Jesus . . . Shit.

Why me? All I wanted to do was something nice for Mia, you know? Something that would show her that I liked her at least as a friend.

But no, I had to screw that up too.

After Lauren finally calmed down, and had stopped throwing things at me, I started playing my guitar right? And Lauren is all, "Can I check my e-mail?"

She looked all innocent with her nose still bright red, but her hair calming down.

So I was like, "sure." And I bent down to write a line for a song I'm coming up with. And it's not about Mia. Entirely.

So she takes my laptop, and logs on, but puts it on her lap so I couldn't see the screen. Not that I would've wanted to because, I didn't expect what she did next.

After a few minutes, she burst out, "Oh, my gosh! Michael you sent Mia a Get-Well-Soon e-mail? One you made yourself? That's SOOO sweet." She then awed while I turned bright red, and got up to try to snatch the laptop away from her.

"Oh, come on, "she snapped pulling it away from me, "I just want to see the end of it."

So I let her, I mean it wasn't anything embarrassing at the end just the words, 'From Michael' at the end. Besides, she had already known I had sent it, So what was the big deal?

Then she gasped and whispered, a little shocked, but still not over how 'sweet' it was that I had sent Mia an e-mail, "You signed it love? So are you going to tell her soon then?"

It took a few seconds for that sentence to fully register in my brain. Then I lept up, "WHAT? I signed it 'from,' not 'love' why are you trying to mess with me Lauren? If this is some revenge thi-"

Then I caught sight of the screen. I had signed it love.

This is exactly what I didn't want to imply. I want her to be my friend. I didn't want to tell her I loved her.

Jesus. Why must I ruin everything?

Friday, October 24, waiting for the limo to pick me and Lilly up

She's finally better. This sucks.

If she hadn't gotten better, then she might have forgotten all about the 'love' thing by Monday.

But whatever. Maybe she didn't notice it. She doesn't pay much attention to detail, I've noticed. Well except if it involves something she loves. Like Fat Louie, Iceland, or environmental/animal rights. Or a long time ago, (okay a week ago) Josh Ritcher. But she is over that obsession.

So I have decided to just pretend like the whole e-mail never happened. If she brings it up then, I'll try to change the subject quickly. Yea that should work.

The limo just pulled up.

Friday, October 24, Homeroom

That wasn't so bad. Maybe she didn't open it.

I could tell she still wasn't feeling all that well when I saw her, because she didn't seem as happy to see us as she usually is, but she still gave me a smile and said, "Hey Lilly, Michael."

Soon Mia and I were in a heated discussion about Tuesday's episode of Buffy, a show that Mia loves almost as much as I do. Or so she tells me. Then Lilly gave us both a look, one of those that she gets when she knows something, but doesn't want to tell you, and said, "I'm going to catch up on my reading a bit."

So we were still 'discussing' Buffy when the limo pulled up to school, and I didn't know what to do. Should I still walk her or should I stop short?

So I just continued without argument,and ended up walking Mia to her locker.

I mean, I know it's not a big deal, and Mia probably just saw it as an argument that none of us wanted to agree on so we just continued, and I ended up walking with her to her locker.

But . . . it meant something to me. I know I must sound obsessed, and maybe I am, but . . . I don't know. Maybe I am having a breakthrough with my evil plan to make Mia love me.

So once we wrapped the 'discussion' up, she opened her locker and I was all, "Ok Thermopolis, I'll see you in G&T."

She said, "Ok, Michael. Um . . . Bye."

It might have been my imagination, but it looked like she didn't want me to go. Like she wanted to ask me something.

Crap. Listen to me. I really am obsessed. But I mean, how couldn't I be? Mia's perfect.

Friday, October 24, G&T

I don't think I can take it anymore. I swear I'm going to take Boris' bow and stick it up his-

That's it. I'm going to the nurses office. I need something to clear this headache up.

Friday, October 24, G&T

It's against school code for the nurse to give me anything.

So Mia gave me some of her cough syrup.

It didn't help much, but my headache is going away now that Boris has stopped playing.

Isn't she sweet offering me some of her medicine that she might need in case of an emergency? But that's just how Mia is. Amazing. See why I love her?

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There. I've already started the next chapter so that should be up soon. At least I hope so . . . we'll see if my muse is v. helpful . . . This is another short authors note so YAY! Don't for get to click that little review buttonon the left side of the screen.; )