Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

starlitestarbrite2

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

Chapter 5:

The Inbreds

My room, Palais de Genovia, 11:00am

I am not a happy princess this morning.

Oh no. I thought Grandmere was being oddly nice yesterday when she suggested I have the day off, but now I understand that was because she had an ulterior motive!

And would you believe she thought I was so uncooperative that she had the maids lock the door. Oh yes, Lars is in here, looking bored. I knew there was a reason we got cable this week! Grandmere knew if she was going to hold me hostage she could sweeten the deal by making sure my bodyguard was happy! And if that's not enough, she has Francois guarding the door.

WHY WAS I CURSED WITH SUCH AN EVIL GRANDMOTHER?

Oh. My. God. She's really done it this time. Alright, I admit I was expecting part of it, but I didn't realise it would be this bad. Lars was just doing some channel surfing, and he managed to get hold of 'Entertainment Tonight', and there's Mary Hart, announcing my engagement. And Cojo too! I've met Cojo before, surely he'd know that this isn't my doing!

Funnily enough, while they're going on about what I'm going to be wearing, they aren't mentioning the fact that Rene and I are cousins. Though 'distantly related' as Grandmere keeps telling me. I hope to God Grandmere doesn't expect us to reproduce. I mean, come on, our son/daughter/alien will have six toes possibly! Or two heads! Oh my God, this is worse than the time I freaked out about my pregnant mother drinking the water in Mexico, because, it just is!

Oh, my cell phone's ringing!

My room, Palais de Genovia, 12:00pm

It was Mom. Weirdest phone conversation ever.

Me: Hello?

Mom: MIA! I KNOW WHOSE DOING THIS IS AND—

Me: Mom, Mom, calm down. I know I have a lot of explaining to do.

Mom: No, Mia honey, you're fine. It's a certain Clarisse Renaldo or whatever amount of ridiculous last names she has who has to explain anything.

Me: Mom, this is for the sake of my country.

Mom: Mia, I'm so sorry. If it wasn't for me, none of this royal thing would have happened.

Me: Can we forget the wedding? I'm trying. How's Rocky?

Mom: Oh you know, same old, same old. I think he's enjoying school. He made me a lovely pasta necklace the other day.

Me: Great! Hopefully he picked up your creative skills and not, you know, Mr. Gianini's musical skills.

Mom: I guess this isn't what you planned your life to be like.

Me: No. No, it isn't.

Mom: You know, I'm sure Michael's-

Me: Can we not talk about him?

Mom: Honey, it's only natural to still be hung up on him. I think he hasn't had a girlfriend since.

Me: Nothing can happen. I am in Genovia, he's still in New York. I'm a princess, I'm getting married. I broke his heart.

There was a long pause in our conversation, I guess because neither of us knew what to say to one another.

Mom: Well, I'll talk to you soon, baby.

Me: OK, I love you.

Mom: I love you too, sweetie. Bye.

Me: Bye.

I guess I always knew me and Michael were over, deep down, but it only kind of just finalised itself in my mind, and it really hurt.

Lars just told me he is bored and he wants some ice cream. He said he and Francois would both keep it a secret if we all went together. I feel like some Ben and Jerry's right now anyway. Couldn't hurt.

The kitchen, Palais de Genovia, 12:30pm

Ugh.

Who should be in the kitchen but my future husband, that arrogant son of a bi-

Great. I just dropped mint choc-chip ice cream on my diary.

'Hello Amelia,' he said with that cynically amused look.

'Please, we're getting married. Call me Mia.' I bit back sarcastically.

'Really Mia, you must learn to play nicely with your future husband,' he smirked.

'Not if I'm being forced into it.'

'I don't exactly like you either. Do you think I'm happy being married to a Q-tip with hair like a Yield sign?'

'Oh, no you didn't!' I said, sucking in my cheeks, I was that mad! And I felt extremely felt defensive about my hair, since it had grown out of the triangular shape I felt. Besides, I couldn't help it that I was a humongous lanky freak! How dare he insult me about my poor genetic combination!

'Just so you know, I--- hey, get out of that!' I yelped. Rene had taken a spoon and was spearing it into my tub of icecream in the centre of the island.

He gulped down the green lump in one go. I was so wishing him brain freezes.

'I think you are an arrogant, self centred, uneducated jerk!' I spat.

Lars and Francois were watching this like a tennis match.

Rene put his face grossly close to mine. I could feel his breath on my face, and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

'I think you'll find I have some quite charming characteristics. But then again, I think you're still upset you had to go and kill off your Prince Charming.'

'What are you talking about?' I said, feeling confused, hurt and angry.

'I think I'll always fall short of your precious Michael Moscovitz.' said Rene, still in my face.

I felt my face heat up and hot, angry, salty tears sprang to my eyes. I'm ashamed to say a couple made their way out of their tear ducts and onto my cheeks.

'Hello, Amelia, Rene. How are you today?' asked Grandmere, conveniently appearing in the doorway.

I said nothing, only sobbed as I pushed past her to run out of the room, and out of the castle.

Author's Notes: I hope this was good, I realise the chapters are shorter, but there will be a lot more chapters, so expect short installments, but many.

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