Title: California, Here We Come

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: No, I am not Meg Cabot, because then I would have been able to visit the Princess Diaries set and meet "Michael" and we would have fallen in love, gotten married, and I would be on tour with Rooney right now…….LOL but sadly, I'm not Meg. I'm me. So I've settled for writing fan fiction instead….

Mia's POV

After I picked it up, I looked down at the floor where it had been, and I saw a stack of more magazines. I reached down and picked them up, looking at the cover of each one. I had no idea that tabloids were so interested in me. There had to be about 30 magazines, and I was on the cover of each one. Ok, this was just a little creepy. Ok well more than a little.

Was Ryan my stalker? Was he a terrorist? Was he going to kidnap me? Where was Lars when I needed him? Just as I was thinking all of this, the boyfriend/stalker/kidnapper/terrorist/or whatever he was walked into the room.

My eyes bulged out of my head. I quickly tossed the magazines right back where they had been, just as he had done earlier. My cheeks were burning; I could feel it.

"What were you looking at?" Ryan asked, walking over to me.

"Ummmmm…….I…….Uhhhhhhh……Nothing. What are you talking about? I wasn't looking at anything," I stuttered, hoping he didn't know about my nostril flaring problems.

He looked at me suspiciously and walked to the corner. When he saw what I had seen, his eyes grew wide.

"I…..Uhhhhh…..Well see……Let me explain. I have these because….." he stuttered, looking around the room, anywhere by my eyes.

"Because…..when I met you, I realized that you were cute, and I was interested. So I bought them so I could, uh, learn more about you. Because I wanted to get to know you better……Yeah. So….. That's why I have them. Because I wanted to get to know you better," he finished, still not looking me in the eye.

"Oh," I said, feeling relieved. I already had enough problems, let's not add a stalker, terrorist, or kidnapper to the list. "You could have asked you know….." I said, looking at him. "I would have told you what you wanted to know. Most of these probably aren't true anyway."

"Oh. Well, I didn't know. So anyway…..here's your drink," he said changing the subject.

"Thanks," I said, smiling. Now that I wasn't worried about being captured and sold as a slave in Europe (hey, it happens!), we could get back to normal.

We talked a bit while listening to music and sitting on his bed.

"This is so not true!" I shouted, looking angrily at the page of the magazine I had been reading. I couldn't help it. I wanted to see what these things wrote about me. Although in all honesty, it was rather weird to see myself on the cover. It was especially weird to see myself on the cover next to celebrities like Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and Lindsay Lohan, who seemed to grace the cover of all the tabloids this month.

"What's not true?"

"Princess Amelia Mignonette Themopolis Renaldo, known to her friends as Mia, is next in line for the Genovian throne since the tragic news of her father's cancer. 'Mia' is currently receiving princess lessons from the Dowager Princess, who is also Mia's charming grandmother, and the current ruler of Genovia."

"And…….what's not true about it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Duh! Grandmere is so not charming!" I said, looking at him as if he had three heads.

"Oh," he said, pointedly, going back to his CD collection.

I looked down and read some more articles. Some of these things were ridiculous, I even snorted at a few.

'Princess Mia's Eating Disorder-Princess Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldo is thought to have an eating disorder. She was seen, in public, refusing to eat a steak. Many reports have also been claimed that she has been seen refusing to eat other foods as well, such as hamburgers, beef tacos, and even brussel sprouts. How much longer will this go on before Princess Mia will be all skin and bones. When will it ever stop? Who will draw the line before Genovia's next royal requires medical attention? I say, make this girl eat a big, fat juicy hamburger before it's too late!"

I laughed and frowned at this at the same time. Are these people really that stupid and desperate? HELLO! I'M A VEGETARIAN! I don't eat steak, beef, or hamburgers! OR brussel sprouts, because well, they're just nasty.

I continued reading some more. I smiled when I saw one that actually called me pretty. Who would've thought? Me? Pretty?

Then of course, I frowned when I saw others that were accusing me of having affairs with Prince William and other ridiculous things like that. I haven't ever really even talked to Prince William, besides once, when we were introduced at a ball. That was it. Plus, there were other people around. Believe me, I would have never heard the end of it if Tina found out.

"So…… have you heard about the dance this Friday?" Ryan asked, flipping through his music for a new CD. I looked up at him from the magazine I was reading.

"I haven't heard much about it, besides that there is one," I replied.

"Oh. Well, yeah there is. I was wondering if you wanted to go?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Sure. I'd love to," I said smiling at him. This is going to be my first dance with an actual boyfriend. The only other dance I've been to, well that wasn't with my boyfriend, and it turned out my date was only using me. But this was different. Because he wasn't doing this for his 15 minutes of fame, because he's been with me more than once. He actually liked me and he actually wanted to be with me.

Although, I loved the way the last dance ended. I wish Michael would have been my date all along. Stop it, Mia. Don't think about Michael. Think about Ryan. You know, your date for the dance! Your BOYFRIEND!

I stayed for a little while longer before Ryan decided to walk me back to my dorm. He kissed me goodnight and I smiled. I walked into my room, feeling happy. I had a boyfriend, a great boyfriend. And I had a date for the dance this Friday. Maybe I could finally get over Michael. Maybe my life was finally starting to look up.

A/N: Yes, this one is short…..again.……..but……I'm almost done. I have all the rest of it planned out in my head. So as long as I don't have any spontaneous ideas, I should be able to finish it, and finish it nicely. So let's hope. Review this. Let me know if you like it or if there's anything I should change. Ok……REVIEW PLEASE! It's my inspiration. REVIEW…..FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING ROONEY (lol I love when people use that line!)