A/N: Well here's the next chapter, I'll hopefully have a few ready to go for you guys to start so I can take a bit of a break and work on my other stories, OR so I can get even more the next time I update out. Since Summer is here (yay, and sad as well...) I should finish a few of my stories and get some new ones started. This particular story -should- be a fair length, so expect many updates from me in the future! I say that because this is firstly getting into how Michael fell for Mia. Then there's the whole, Mia learns she's a princess. Then I'm ignoring the second movie and doing what the books did (from what I've heard, I've yet to read one -sigh-) and continue Michael and Mia's relationship instead of just dropping the character in the second movie like he never existed. I mean I love the second movie, but in this story, it never exists.

Disclaimer: Princess Diaries isn't mine. xP

Chat: OMG I am inlove with the band Rooney's songs! It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday, it's gonna be a bad day come Sunday... I'm listening to like every one of their songs... in case you don't know, the guy who played Michael in the Princess Diaries movie, is in a band called Rooney, and they have one album out so far and I love all their songs so far... their singing and such. They rock, so yeah, that's my random chat for today!

Invisible

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Chapter Two: Mia Thermopolis

Okay, so Lilly thought her brother was a dork. That didn't mean I couldn't laugh at his jokes, right? I mean, sisters were always that way about their brothers... to them, their brother was the dorkiest person alive, and then when it came to coming to their defence, she would be the first one there. So when I laughed before he left, I didn't realize it would put her in such a bad mood.

"Don't encourage him by laughing, Mia." she replied. "God knows he needs a reality check. He's such a... well, a loser." Lilly replied simply. I rolled my eyes. I myself was an only child, I didn't have any siblings, so of course I didn't realize that Lilly was this way because of a brother-sister feud that had gone on since before my time. I thought she was just as usual being her somewhat rude self. Don't get me wrong, Lilly's my best friend, and she's entirely entitled to acting the way she wants. I'm not in any position to complain, considering my total lack of some social status. I mean, I'm the girl everyone sits on. The one that nobody notices. I'm basically invisible. I've come to accept that, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it...

"Fine, he's a loser." I replied, giving in.

"Don't call my brother a loser, he is not a loser." Lilly exclaimed, standing up. I groaned... was there no end to this?

"Okay, okay, he's... whatever you want him to be." I replied finally. I grabbed a plate, tossed some pizza on it, threw on some M&M's, and took it up the stairs to Michael. I heard him talking on the phone, and couldn't help but listen.

"Don't worry about my sister, Jeremiah. Listen you need help, don't you? Just come over and I'll help you with that history, and pretend my sister isn't even here. Besides, Mia's over, so Lilly should be kept hopefully distracted. Yes, I know that she can spot you a mile away, but— do you want my help or not?" Michael asked finally, growing slightly impatient. I giggled, and Michael looked up.

"Sorry!" I mouthed. He motioned for me to come in, and moved his feet from the end of the bed. I sat down, but made sure I kept as close to the edge and as far from him as possible anyways. After a few more moments of his arguing with Jeremiah, he hung up the phone and stretched, yawning.

"So, is my sweet little sister bothering you yet?" he asked me. I smiled and handed him the plate.

"No, not really. I thought you might be hungry, how did band practice go?" I asked him. I don't know why, but I always did feel comfortable around Michael. I guess it was because I had been around him a lot, considering my best friend was after all his sister. Or maybe it was because I just didn't care if he thought anything bad about me... okay, that definitely wasn't it, because I did care.

"Good, I think our songs are really coming along. Hey, you remembered the M&M's!" he exclaimed. I laughed.

"After last time? Did you think I wouldn't?" I joked. I was referring to the last time when I had ordered the pizza (he had been at my house with Lilly, helping us prepare for a Festival the choir was going to... I of course was terrified) and forgotten M&M's. I hadn't always been— I suppose you could call us friends— with Michael, so I was unaware of his strange obsession with them. Now I knew better.

"Well I better head back," I replied after a few moments of, for some reason, awkward silence. "Lilly thinks I was just going to the washroom." I told him. He raised his eyebrow, grinning.

"With pizza?" he asked me, looking down at his plate. I stood up and headed to the doorway. Just before I left, I turned around.

"She didn't ask any questions, so I gave her no answers." I replied. I turned around, unaware that as I left Michael alone in his room, he was pondering over something... something he didn't understand, but yet was already beginning to make its existence known...

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(Regular POV)

Michael watched as Mia left the room, and couldn't help but notice this strange feeling inside of him. For some reason, he had really just enjoyed Mia's company and thought it really thoughtful of her to bring him up pizza, with the M&M's of course. But in reality, it wasn't that big of a deal. He suddenly felt the desire to go downstairs and sit in the living room with Lilly and Mia. He shrugged to himself. Might as well, after all he would have an excuse to be there— one, bothering Lilly. Two, waiting for Jeremiah to come over.

So Michael made his way down the stairs with his pizza, half-eaten, and stopped outside the doorway. Mia and Lilly were talking. He knew he shouldn't listen in, but once he heard Mia's voice, he found it near impossible to walk away.

"... sat on me today." he heard Mia say. Who? He thought. Who sat on you? The only guy I remember sitting on you was...

"Josh? That jerk!" Lilly exclaimed. "I can't believe him, he just thinks he can walk all over everyone!" she added, sounding angry. Michael heard a knock at the door, and sighing, he walked over and answered it. There, bright red hair and all, stood Jeremiah, a History textbook in one hand, and a deck of cards in the other.

"Hey Jeremiah," I replied. "Let's go—"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT DOESN'T MATTER? IT DOES MATTER MIA, HE SAT ON YOU!"

"So is Lilly feeling better then?" Jeremiah asked. Michael laughed and shut the door.

"Yeah, a bit I'd say. Hey Lilly, shout a little louder, I think there's a house in China that didn't hear you," Michael replied as he backed up to see into the living room. He saw a startled Mia (startled from Lilly's outburst) crack a smile, and he felt better suddenly. He turned and saw an angry Lilly glaring at him. Then she noticed Jeremiah standing behind Michael, and she groaned.

"Great, I have to deal with two morons now..." she replied under her breath. Michael walked over to her, and stole her seat. She had stood up when she had shouted and now she had her seat taken. "Do you mind?" she asked. "That was my seat," she added. Michael looked at where he was sitting, and shrugged.

"There's no name on it, and you stood up. Pass me the remote, would you?" he asked Lilly. She glared at him, and put her hands on her hips.

"Michael Moscovitz, get out of my seat!" she replied, more angrily. Michael ate an M&M off of his pizza and looked over at Mia. He pretended to put an arm around her.

"Oh but Mia and I were having a lovely conversation..." he replied. He suddenly wished he hadn't put his arm near Mia... for some reason, he felt very embarrassed and as if everyone could see through him. But what were they seeing? Michael himself didn't know what was going on. Just that he was suddenly enjoying Mia's company a lot more... there wasn't anything wrong with enjoying a friend's company, though, was there? Lilly threw her hands up in the air, and sighed.

"Fine, sit with Mia, I'll sit in the armchair, but get the remote yourself." she told him. She saw Jeremiah staring at her. "What do you want?" she asked. He jumped slightly, not expecting her to be talking to him just yet, and sat down quickly on a chair next to hers.

"Michael's helping me with History, and... how are you feeling today?" he asked her. Lilly looked at him as if he was really the king of morons.

"Then why aren't you in Michael's room? And... I'm feeling... okay." she added, to answer his question. She seemed a little startled that he had known she had been supposedly feeling under the weather that day. She thought to what Mia had teased her about, several weeks ago, and wondered if it was true. Perhaps Jeremiah DID like her, at least a little. She shook that thought away... if there was anything that would make her lose her appetite, she knew it was thinking someone like Jeremiah liked her. At least, that was what she told herself.

"Because I just got here and I guess Michael wanted to help me in here." Jeremiah replied. Lilly rolled her eyes and stared at the black screen, showing the TV off. She realized Michael hadn't gone and turned the TV on, and that if she wanted to watch TV she'd have to get the remote. She glared at Michael and grabbed the remote from the top of the TV. Just as she was about to turn it on, Michael grabbed it from her hands and went through the channels. Mia covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, but suddenly burst out laughing at the look on Lilly's face. It was one of those priceless moments, when the only thought on your mind was "Where's a camera when you need one?" Lilly threw her hands up in the air, frustrated.

"Fine! I give up!" she exclaimed. She stormed up the stairs, and Mia looked over at Jeremiah and Michael before running up the stairs after her. Michael watched as she left and Jeremiah started laughing. Michael turned to him.

"What?" he asked, confused. Jeremiah just shook his head.

"Nothing, let's just get to work." he replied.

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That night, when Mia got home, she was shocked to see her mother was still out. Looking at her watch, she realized that it was already getting late... where was she? I guess she's still on her date. EW! I do NOT need to think about... think about something else, like... PIZZA! With... whoa, I was about to think M&M's, and... oh God I'm having a conversation with myself, now I'm really pathetic. Mia shook her head and looked at her homework. She knew she had to finish it, quick, so she could relax and write in her diary. After an hour of boring math questions, she closed her math textbook with a sigh of relief and pulled her diary towards her. She had always kept one, ever since she was a child. She was unsure why, but it seemed to help her... Lilly wasn't always exactly the most easy to talk to person, especially about a lot of things. Lilly was Mia's best friend, and she wouldn't trade her for any other, but she knew that to talk to Lilly about boys or regular girl stuff was out of the question. Since Mia had no other friends, other then Michael who wouldn't be able to talk about girl stuff any better than Lilly, she wrote her feelings, and questions, in a diary. One day, she thought, when I'm done school, successful and with a cute boyfriend, I'll look back at this diary and say wow, I was such a loser. Well, okay, not exactly your feel-good moment here, but... she grabbed a furry pen from her table, and began writing.

Dear Diary, today wasn't all that bad. I mean, okay, I got sat on three times just this morning, but one of the times it was JOSH BRYANT! Yes, the JOSH I have crushed on for I don't know how long. He's so... cute... and I know I shouldn't be happy that he sat on me, but he did apologize... well, sort of. He was kind of laughing while he apologized, does that count? Anyways, Lilly was sick today so I ate in the girls washroom again. Let me tell you, you hear a lot of strange things when girls think they're in the washroom by themselves. One girl was singing, really badly, and didn't even lock the door. And a bunch of them didn't even wash their hands! I was just thinking, EW but then I suppose they thought nobody was there, so it didn't matter. Then of course I heard some of them talking about Michael, I had to cover my mouth to not burst out laughing. Can you believe, they think he's cute! I mean... well... I guess he's not that bad. Okay, he's DEFINITELY not bad, but I mean this is MICHAEL and I just knew if he heard them talking the way they were, he'd probably just shake his head and write a song about how silly girls can be.

Mom went out on another date tonight, and I have to tell you that I always get worried every time she goes out. I keep thinking she'll be gone for a week and come back saying she got married to some creep out in Vegas, and bring back this loser. I know of course that she'd never do that, but then there's a lot of things that will never happen that I think about. Like... being with Josh Bryant— talk about a "never going to happen" situation. Oh, I hear a car pulling up— Mom must be home!

Mia stopped writing in her diary, and jumped out of her bed. She slid down the pole to downstairs, and saw her mom standing in the doorway.

"Hey mom!" she exclaimed. "So, how was your date?" she asked. Her mom looked out the door and Mia saw a man's face pressed up against the glass.

"Not that great." her mother replied sighing. Mia felt somehow relieved... her father, after all, was who she wanted her mother to be with— well, sort of. She had never met him, but he had sent her cards every year and really great gifts. Yet, he never sent her pictures of himself, and nor did he ask her to send him any of herself. That sometimes bothered her, and late at night, when she was left alone to her thoughts, she would wonder what her father looked like. She had once looked in the mirror, and saw what qualities she had that belonged to her mother, and knew that the other features were likely to be her fathers. She tried picturing him in her head, with hilarious results that ended up making her wish she was some amazing artist that could draw... then perhaps she would have an idea what her dad looked like. Her mother had no pictures of him, and if she did, she never showed them to Mia. Or any of his family... her mother never talked about them, never shared any stories. Slowly her mother had begun making revelations to Mia about her father. Perhaps she thought she was old enough, or perhaps she had forgotten that she had even mentioned it.

"Oh, well there's always... next time..." Mia replied. Her mother smiled, hanging up her coat.

"I suppose. So how was school today?" she asked. Mia shrugged.

"Okay, I guess. Lilly was sick today though," Mia added. Her mother headed for the kitchen and grabbed out some ice cream from the freezer and scooped some out in a bowl.

"Oh," she replied, sitting on the couch with the ice cream. "So did you just hang out with Michael today?" she asked. Normally, this question would be considered completely innocent, after all, Michael was one of Mia's friends, and more importantly he was the brother of her best friend, but for some reason Mia was a little suspicious today of what her mother meant.

"No, I didn't hang out with him at all, I just talked to him this morning and then when I went over to Lilly's, why?" she asked. Her mother shrugged, grinning to herself.

"Just wondering, you don't need to always think there's a secret meaning behind everything I say," she added. Mia blushed and looked away. Great, now her mother was going to think she liked Michael!

"So how's Josh what's-his-name doing these days?" her mother asked after a few moments of awkward silence. Mia shrugged.

"I... don't know. Good, I guess. I'm going to bed, 'night mom." she replied. She hugged her mother and then climbed up to her room, dropping all thoughts of Michael, and focusing on a daydream of Josh Bryant. With a smile on her face, Mia hugged her pillow close to her and fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: Well I'm just listening to "I'm a terrible person" by Rooney, and I get the "It's gonna be a bad day come Sunday," stuck in my head soo much. Heh, the band should be glad that Robert was in Princess Diaries, that's how I learned about them so maybe its how others did as well. Or maybe I'm just slow to recognize the music... meh. Anyways, there's the second chapter, and yes I know in the movie her father was dead BUT that was two months previous to the date they were actually at, at the start of the movie, so that hasn't happened yet. Anyways, R&R, let me know what you think. Going to work on the next chapter now!