CracKing Chronicles, Vol. I - CracKing in Denial

Summary: Michael Moscovitz would never, ever be caught dead writing in a journal but a blog is different, right? Lots of geniuses have their own blogs. Well, whatever.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Princess Diaries series. The series and all its characters belong to Meg Cabot. I just own the thoughts of Michael.

A/N: This fanfic takes place during the first PD book. So, this fanfic is a part of a series, all in Michael's POV. Also, thanks for all the reviews! And, about the "GPA-IQ" thing... I feel so stupid. XD I fixed that mistake. I will try to make the chapters longer but I've been quite busy lately so I'll try my best. Finally, I'm not trying to copy any other fanfic. From Michael's Computer to Your's takes place later in the series whilst this is Michael's POV from the first book… but, well… since this is a series, I'll eventually get there too… But, I'm rambling now… so to the story! Mia finally comes in!

A/N (again): I should let you all know that Michael is currently in denial (that he likes Mia)… hence the name 'CracKing in Denial'. Also, please review once again and post constructive criticism! I always love criticism… Even flames, as long as you use proper grammar and spelling, thanks.

Thursday, September 25th

Category: Thermopolis

I know, I know, another bloody entry but what can I say? Writing – or well, typing in my case – in a blog (or journal, I guess) is quite addicting. So, well… anyway… Lilly brought over Mia again. I don't really know what I think of this. I don't like Mia… I just don't, I can't… It's impossible, right? WHY AM I OBSESSING OVER THIS? Shit. This sucks. This totally sucks. I don't even swear that often (no, really… I don't… out loud, anyway)! I refuse to believe that I like Mia Freaking Thermopolis. No.

So, well, anyway, what happened today? Not much, really. I've been thinking though… wouldn't a band be so cool? I mean, I know how to play the guitar, now all I need is band members! I mean, it would so totally cool. We'd just need a place to practice, but otherwise… Plus, I need a new hobby. My life revolves around computers and I really doubt that's a good thing. But, hey, for all you know I could be the next Bill Gates… but only better 'cause Microsoft sucks. What would we call ourselves? I mean, seriously. You cannot be a good band unless you have a good name for yourselves. Well, I need a band first so I guess that can be decided later.

Anyway…. Mia. She came over right after school. And… well, I just couldn't resist! She was sitting there, looking so cute… Oh, damn. I didn't just say that. No, I really didn't. But, well, anyway… I overheard my parents asking Mia how she felt about her mom dating her algebra teacher. I was, like, oh, my God… no way. Her mom was dating Mr. G? Wow. It was too hilarious! I started laughing right then and there. I bet I sounded pathetic but it was too good. I had tell everybody I knew… wait, that's only the computer club. Damn. Ah, well. So, anyway, she began begging not to tell anyone. Now, everyone would agree with me that that was kind of cute. I mean, she was all embarrassed and red in the face… she was cute. But, not in the "Will-You-Date-Me?" kind of way. Completely platonic. REALLY!

So… I couldn't resist but to start asking her what she'll do for me. She offered walking Pavlov (my sheltie) and doing all this other crap. And, I just kept going, "What'll you do for me, Thermopolis?"

So stupid, so stupid, so stupid. Plus, the girl didn't even GET IT. I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Why is Mia Thermopolis so DENSE? See, there's another reason why I CANNOT like her. She's dense, so unlike me! Sorry if I sound rude, but dude… that girl is as smart as a pile of rocks. Okay, maybe that was too harsh but seriously! Eventually, I just went, "Forget it, okay, Thermopolis?"

I hope I didn't sound too mad but I probably did because WHO DOES THAT? God, I swear, that girl is just so… ugh. I don't like her. I don't.

Saturday, September 27th

Category: School

I'll admit, the school journal we had to keep for English during freshman year weren't that bad besides for the fact that Mrs. Spears read them. But, why again? Isn't one journal enough for her? But, oh, no. We have to write ANOTHER journal. I think she just doesn't know what other assignment to give us; we're too smart for her, see. Ha, yeah… right. With idiots like Richter, who can consider this senior class smart? I mean, who cares if he has straight A's? He has no common sense and takes drugs. Oh, yeah, he seems totally smart to me. So, I might as well begin working on the stupid journal.

ABOUT ME

Name: Michael James Moscovitz

Age: Seventeen

Sex: Male

Birthday: January 5th

Siblings: Unfortunately I have a younger sibling, Lilly Moscovitz. She is currently a freshman and strives to annoy me to death.

Likes: Computers, Star Wars, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, my dog, Pavlov… (I'm a geek, Mrs. Spears, what do you expect?)

Dislikes: A lot of things… that I shall list later on.

Parents: Still together…

Mother: Ruth Moscovitz

Father: Morty Moscovitz

A Little About Me: A little? Well, okay then. My name is Michael Moscovitz and I am a seventeen-year-old currently attending Albert Einstein High School. The end. Well, you said a little.

There. It's different than the one we had to fill out in freshman year but whatever. At least that's over with.

So, I still have to finish my Calculus homework, so off to work on that. Math should never be mixed with English. I hate weekend homework (GASP, me, Michael hate homework? No way!).

Friday, October 3rd Category: Blah

Hey, who said I had to update regularly? So whatever. I don't care how often I update. So, well, nothing new today… but Thermopolis has been acting odd lately… odder than usual. It's kind of creepy. I don't know what's gotten into her. But, why do I care? I don't care. I really don't.

Um. I wanted to mention something else. But, I forgot. And, no, I did not forget because Mia took over my thoughts or anything. Well, whatever.

Saturday, October 4th

Category: Thermopolis

Heh. Mia's here. Wonderful. Damn. That's another entry in the 'Thermopolis' category. That category only deserves… -1 entries… or, well, entry. Well, I should be working on Crackhead. May as well go do that.

Saturday, October 4th

Category: Thermopolis

Uh, hello? Mia's here… of course I'm going to update over and over again. Why? No idea. Just deal with it. Well, her visit was kind of odd. I felt… envious, per se. I wish I were envious of her. But, no I was jealous of who she picked. For what, you ask? (Dear Lord, help me.)

So, there we were… Lilly, Mia, and I were just playing a little game, after I got an earful from Mia's father… jeez, that guy could yell! ("Is Mia there? Is she? Tell her I need to talk to her? Why wouldn't you pick up before! Blah…blah…blah…") It all began when Lilly asked me (in the interest of science) which Bond girls I found more attractive: the blondes who needed rescuing or the brunettes with weapons? Well, duh. Any hormonal teenage boy with even an ounce of testerone would say the weapon-yielding chicks. I mean, hello – how more obvious can you get? They're hot. But, well, it was all in the interest of science.

Then, we were talking about Buffy and Xena… my two favorite heroines. Oh, well, I love Princess Leia and Padme too… Plus, Natalie Portman is totally hot.

Then, there goes Thermopolis, asking stupid things like always.

"Hey, Michael, if it was the end of the world and you had to repopulate the planet but could only choose one life mate, who would it be, Xena or Buffy?" Thermopolis goes. Excuse me? I mean, hello? Weird, weird question. Who goes around asking something like that? But I, being the nice guy I was, answered. I told her she was weird for asking that but, then I answered, anyway.

"Buffy, duh," I answered. I grabbed a couple kernels of popcorn and then turned to Lilly as she asked Mia whom she would choose, Harrison Ford or George Clooney? So, I was like, "Who would you choose, Harrison Ford or Leonardo DiCaprio?" I thought they would choose Leonardo, like all those girls in my English class. Apparently, Leonardo is uh – dor – uh – able. But, they didn't. Which is good in way. At least they're not stupid.

"Harrison Ford or Josh Richter?" Not Richter, not Richter, not Richter. Yeah, that's what I was thinking the whole time as Mia opened her mouth to talk. And, don't ask me why. Even I don't know. Okay, so then, Mia picked Joshy. I felt kind of… I dunno. I guess I was slightly mad.

So, I tell her all this crap about Richter (which is all so true). Like, how he would show cowardice in dangerous situations, blah, blah, blah. I mean, anything to change her mind, right?

"Besides, Josh only goes out with girls who put out…" I finished. Mia did not look like the girl to lose her virginity just to go out with Josh Bloody Richter. So, she had to change her mind now. I tried tuning out as Lilly said she'd only put out for Josh if he blah blah this, blah blah that… I don't really care.

Mia said she WOULD put out for Josh but, only if he did the following:

They had been dating for a year

Had pledged his undying love for her…

And, you will not believe the last one:

Had taken her out to see Beauty and the Beast on Broadway and hadn't made fun of it.

I mean, that's just… wow. What guy would DO that? Beauty and the Beast? Sorry, Thermopolis, but no way. No freaking way. And, that was just what I told her, trying not to laugh.

Then, Lilly goes, "Who would you choose, Michael? Mia or Lana Weinberger?"

For some bizarre reason, I said without even thinking, "Mia, of course." And, I was looking straight at her. Am I insane? But, well, it is true… I would never, ever date Weinberger. That's just… ugh. Then, Lilly started asking me all these questions. "Mia or Madonna?" Mia. "Mia or Buffy?" Um, Buffy, duh.

Then, Lilly went, "Mia, who would you choose, Michael or Josh?" I blinked and looked from Lilly to Mia, alternating back and forth. My mind had gone blank and I was like, what is Lilly doing? I couldn't help but not want to know the answer. Mia just sat there, as if she were thinking… but I knew the answer. Josh Richter. Mia would pick Josh over me. Josh. Josh Richter. Josh bloody Richter. Thankfully, my parents came in right then. I immediately left, taking Pavlov and leaving.

Okay, so I was jealous. But, who wouldn't be? I mean, Josh Richter. I should be angry. Not jealous. Ugh.

But… I'll ask Lilly whom she picked later… just in case.