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Okay, this chapter gets a little edgy… I'm so sorry it's really short… but it had to be.
This takes place a little less than a month from the last.
Have a little faith in me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Princess Diaries, or anything you recognize in this story
December 17
Ow! I just totally slipped and fell in the kitchen…
I was happy since I had just realized that I'm no longer completely flat chested, I'm a 36 B, which is better than the 32 A I was merely 3 years ago…
So I slid into the kitchen with a new pair of socks on… and well I was going to fast and when I tried to stop, I fell backwards straight on my butt… I got up real quick and looked around to see if anyone saw me. Mr. G was right behind me,
"Are you alright?" he said barely able to speak because he was laughing so hard.
My cheeks turned red, then I said, "Yeah I'm fine, thanks for not laughing…" he knew I was messing around though.
I got some orange juice then got the hell out of there. That defiantly goes on the top ten of my biggest idiotic moments.
I leave for Genovia tomorrow… I'm kind of dreading it, but what can I do?
Yesterday, Michael and I got together to have our one last goodbye before I left on Sunday, It was fun. Later on, we met up with Lilly, Jesse, and Jackson and saw a movie. It was awkward being in between Michael and Jackson. Michael kept on trying to make out, but I didn't want Jackson being there with Jesse and Lilly making out and Michael and I making out.
Things have been really weird with Jackson and I since we kissed… We barely talk anymore. I soooo miss talking to him… I mean he's the only one who I can talk to for an hour about why Simon and Garfunkel said Ku Ku Ka Chu in the song Mrs. Robinson… (I still say they said it because it sounds cool)
We've been avoiding each other, which just plain isn't fun.
I'm gonna go see if there is anything good on Lifetime.
Night Time- Still December 17
I just got off the phone with Jackson, but earlier, Michael called… this is how the conversation went between Michael and I:
"Frida's bikini waxing, this is Helga, how may I help you?" I said with my best Swedish accent.
The number was blocked so I didn't want to take the chance of the press getting a hold of my number again. We've already had to change it like 5 times.
"Mia?"
"Sorry Michael, I thought you might the press… what's up?"
"Jackson, that's what."
I thought he might be talking about the whole kissing thing, so I started to panic…
"Wh-what about him?" I stammered
"He punched me at Vix."
I was in shock. "What? Why?"
"Well, I really don't know, I mean I think he's crazy or something. I was just talking to some friends of mine when he came over and called me an ass hole. I went over to him to talk to him privately, when I accidentally spilled my beer on him. We got into an argument, then he punched me square in the face."
I really couldn't see Jackson punching Michael for something as stupid as spilling bear, but I've known Michael for, like, ever and I trust him with my life. So why not believe him?
I said, "Well, are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm totally fine, I just though you should know that your friend is a complete head case."
We talked a little bit longer then we hung up.
I decided that I needed to talk to Jackson and tell him how I feel about this whole situation… so I called him.
"Hello…"
I was angry
"Jackson, you're a complete ass hole."
"Well good evening to you too. Who is this?"
"You know damn well who this is. You could've broken Michael's nose."
"Okay listen, about that whole Michael thing. He wa-"
"Punching him in the face is not a thing, Jackson."
"But Mia, you don't even know wh-"
I interrupted, "Jackson I thought you were cool with just being friends. I know I kissed you, but it was just because I missed Michael."
Oh god… why'd I say that? It wasn't true… I did it because I wanted to. I really wanted to…
"Mia, you've got this all wrong."
"You know what Jackson? I think I got you all wrong. Goodbye."
I hung up… I think he deserved it though, I mean punching someone in the face because he spilt his beer on you… Anger management much?
I did the right thing… didn't I? I think I did…
December 18- Taxi on the way to the Airport
Michael came over this morning. His nose looks like a coconut fell from a very high palm tree and hit him (I heard that happens in tropical islands sometimes, except it usually hits people on the head.) That must have really, really, hurt.
When Mr. G. saw Michael he said, "Knights of Columbus that had to hurt!"
I laughed. Mr. G. is a funny guy, once you get past his Algebra motif…
Michael and I hung out in my room for a while talking about different things… when we talk, there are always awkward silences… and it's weird how there are none with Jackson, but he'll probably never talk to me again… but what he did was really messed up.
My mom yelled from downstairs that my taxi was outside, so then Michael and Mr. G took my suitcases and put them in the taxi, and then we all said our goodbyes.
I hate leaving, even though it was only going to be for a couple weeks.
I kissed and hugged Michael, then I hugged my mom and Mr. G. and got into the taxi and drove away…
I still feel guilty about yelling at Jackson.
This is going to be a long flight…
Melissa: Fish are friends not food! Thanks!
Sarah I will continue Truckin', because it sounds cool.