Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

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All Princess Diaries related characters and indicia are copyright of Meg Cabot (best author ever!). Song credits listed at end of chapters.

Chapter 4:

Rude Awakening

Apartment 8, 1411 Hepburn Street, Manhattan 11am.

Today I woke up on the kitchen floor. Yes, the kitchen floor. At least I managed to get up in the morning though, a mild improvement. How did I wake up on the kitchen floor?

After dealing with the angry customers at the Apple store, complaining of broken iPod Nanos, which they obviously broke as a result of their carelessness, I decided I had enough. So it was back home and back into the Buds again. I must have fallen asleep on the kitchen stool.

The phone began ringing. I ignored it, and stared in the cracks in the ceiling from my spot on the lino, which was scarily becoming more and more comfortable.

I thought the phone would have stopped ringing, but the caller was really persistent. I chalked it down to being Ross, the boss of the Apple store asking me to fill in a shift. I decided I was in no way shape or form to go in today.

The phone kept on ringing. Finally the answering machine kicked in.

'Hey, this is Michael Moscovitz. I can't be here to answer right now, so just leave a message after the tone and I'll call back ASAP. Bye.'

'MICHAEL MOSCOVITZ! YOU HAVE TO—'

Damn, it was Lilly. I really couldn't deal with her pent up teenage angst today. You'd think that considering she was 20, she'd be all out of angst by now, but it turns out I was sadly mistaken.

'—PICK UP NOW! YOU—'

My hand managed to reach the answering machine powercord just in time and I yanked the cord out of the powerboard. Bye bye Lil!

Suddenly my attention was drawn to the television which I must have left on. I vaguely remember seeing some part of Letterman, but due to the fact that he is incredibly unfunny I fell asleep. Now the television show was worse- ET: Entertainment Tonight, hosted by Mary Hart.

'Well, it's been a huge day for some royal—' I yawned and switched off the TV with my unorthodox method again – disconnecting the appliance at the socket. I did not need reminding of Mia, especially not when I was hungover, tired and about as emotional as 10 women PMSing, not to mention collapsed on cheap linoleum.

It was all I could do to fall back asleep on the floor with Pavlov licking my face. I dragged myself up and into the shower. I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. My eyes hurt, I had noticed it was so bright in the apartment. I pulled on a Boomtown Rats t-shirt and jeans and grabbed a pair of sunglasses.

After coming out of Starbucks, I noticed a whole heap of people congregating around the newsstand. I thought that maybe the old guy that ran it had had a coronary, so being the medical expert I am (well, Mia and I did save Boris from dying of blood loss in high school. But if he had died, I probably would have pitied the guy. I mean, who drops a globe on their head over LILLY?) I decided to rubberneck and hang around in case there was a real emergency.

'Oh, how nice!' I heard some old lady comment. I whipped around my head to stare at her? I mean, what kind of sicko takes pleasure in seeing an old guy collapse? I looked at the magazine she had in her hand. I couldn't care less about some stupid fairytale reconciliation of Britney and K-Fed. I was pretty K-Fed up. I took a long drag out of my cappuccino, sighed loudly and walked back to the apartment.

Pavlov was incredibly happy to see me, and I picked him up as I plugged in the answering machine and the television. I couldn't believe ET was still on! And I couldn't believe they actually had breaking news! What kind of breaking news could they have that was such a big drama!

The screen was filled by Mary Hart's big blonde head.

The phone began to ring again. I had to concentrate on the news report though, especially if I didn't want to feel any guilt about ignoring Lilly.

'In royal news today, it's going to be the wedding of the century!'

The phone was still ringing. MUST. FOCUS. ON. MARY.

'MICHAEL! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! LISTEN IT'S REALLY—'

'Cojo, how are you dealing with this news—we know this royal is one of your favourites?'

'Well, Mary, she is fabulous, however her beau is also quite gorgeous.'

'—IMPORTANT THAT YOU DON'T TURN ON THE TV. Michael, you'll need to sit down.'

Already was, Lil, already was.

'Yes, the small principality of Genovia is pleased to announce that—'

'Michael, it's Mia. She's getting married.'

Dear Lord. Please, help me.

Author's Notes: Sorry it's been a while, but as you know, Christmas is always really busy. Perhaps this can be my Christmas present to you, and you guys could maybe review in return? Sounds fair?

Update soon.

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