A/N Sosososo. I am back, with another chapter, really only because thought of the perfect ending for this story and I wanted to write it. But I couldn't. Because I haven't written the middle yet. Yup. This is just the beginning. I haven't even introduced the main problem yet.

HUR WE GO!

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I don't own nuthin that I be typin in my fanfics. Except for the storyline. THAT'S COPYRIGHTED. Not really. :(

OHYEAH! And I am totally clueless to the UN and ambassadors and stuff. So this is my version of the UN and ambassadors and stuff. soyeah.


Two years later.

July 21, United Nations Headquarters, New York (NEW YORK!)

Oh, yes. I am home. Home, home, home, home! Kind of.

Well I'm not really home, seeing another family lives in my loft while my family is still in Africa. One more year. I just got a letter from Rocky. They're doing great.

Dad and I are staying in the plaza. Separate rooms of course.

This UN thing is awful. I am so bored, I'm going to puke, just for something to do. Not even kidding.

Oooh, my phone's buzzing.

It's a text from Emma. She's sitting across the room with her dad and sister. It was Bring Your Daughter To The UN Meeting Day.

I'm so glad that Emma forgave me. She is - as she would say - totally my BRRPFF, (That would be Best Real Royal Princess Friends Forever.) despite her being nine years younger than me.

I'm so bored that I'm going to puke. Just for something to do. - E

Oh, gosh.

That' s exactly what I was just thinking!! :O -M

Nowai? -E

Yawai. -M

Text conversations with Emma are so weird. Yet addictive and fun.

GASPETHOMGI'MLYKFRKNGOUT. XD -E

It takes one some time to understand Emma speak. That, roughly translated, means "Gasp. Oh my gosh (Emma always says 'gosh')! I am like, freaking out! Laughing face."

Oooh! Another text! From Leona, Princess of Serbia. Oh how I love all my princess friends. This one, at least is seventeen, and is not nine years younger than me.

U gyz sure look like ur hvng fn. Gr8. Nw I feel brd AND left out. -L

I guess LeeLee sent the message to me and Emma. I can tell because the absolutely hilarious face Emma's wearing - she hates chat speak. She uses it, but she's not serious. She doesn't mind it used jokingly, but the way Leona texts drives her mad.

Breath, Emma. It's just a text. -M

I've trained myself to use proper writing when texting with Emma.

:P I love LeeLee, but I'mma eat her. -E

No. Bad Emma. No eating LeeLee. -M

. I can not answer to that. -E

Hello? U gz r ignrng me gain. I'mma cry!! ): -L

Sorry, LeeLee. -M

Mia, do u c tht cut guy lkng at u? The Frnch gy. -L

Oh my God, he is cute. And he is totally staring at me. He just smiled at me! EEEEEEEE.

I'm turning into Tina. Ooh. I have to tell Tina about cute French dude! Wait

Let me just text Leona…

YES!!! So cute! -M

Tina, there's a guy at the UN meeting, and he is totally staring at me!! -M

She texted me back already? That's why I love Tina. She can be all the way across the country, and she'll still text me back right away when I need to tell someone about a cute French guy.

Is he cute?- T

Oh yeah. -M

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -T

THAT'S WHAT I SAID!!! -M

Tell Emma to calm down. -T

I was just about to text, "What are you talking about." when Emma texted me.

Oh gosh, Mia. Don't. He's a creeper. I can feel it. -E

How do you even know what we're talking about? -M

I know you like the back of my hand. And I know you are checking out that French ambassador's son. Mia! He is such a weirdo!!! -E

But he is so cute! -M

Mia. I'm serious. Don't encourage this guy. -E

Grrr.

CALM DOWN, EMMA. I AM A GROWN WOMAN. YOU CAN'T TELL ME

WHAT TO DO. -M

Sigh. -E

Uh oh. My dad's looking pretty mad. Better tell everyone to stop texting me.

Um, guys? My dad does not look happy. Maybe we should stop the texting. -M

Oooh. You're right. Talk to you later! -E

Omg he's gng 2 blw up! Bye Mia! -L

Alright. Call me back after you talk to the UN guy. -T

Okay, I better put this away too. My dad is going to have an aneurysm.

July 21, The Plaza

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Okay. I'm done.

Oh wait.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Okay. NOW I'm done.

I am just so happy. Like so happy, just because cute French dude - here after known as Henry LaFount. So cute! - asked me out on a date. He was so cute while he did it too!

So after we got out of the meeting, Emma and LeeLee ditched their dads and found me and my dad. We were walking to the limo, and my dad was lecturing us about texting during UN meetings or whatever, right when his newest girlfriend called (The Italian model that is like, head over heels for my father, but doesn't know him enough to realize that she is just a filler, someone to take the place of the "One That Got Away", my mom, and that she has about another week till he dumps her.) and he had to excuse himself.

We were walking, with LeeLee and Emma hanging on my arms, Emma hanging on my left arm, just like she liked it, (she freaks out if somebody offers her their right arm to hang on) when we heard this adorably cute, French sounding voice behind us.

He was all, "Princess! Princess of Genovia! Princess, may I speak with you?"

At the same time, LeeLee was all, "Go for it. Turn around and go for it. You might live your ever after!" and Emma was all, "Don't. Mia, don't you dare! Keep on walking, get in the limo, and drive away."

I just let go of them both and turned away.

Emma didn't let go at first, but Leona dragged her away.

I walked up to him and he was all nervous looking, with his fancy shmancy suit and black hair combed back all nicely. He had the greenest eyes I've ever seen and a cleanly shaved face. "Um, hello, Princess." He said.

I smiled up to him all prettily and said, "Why hello there. Call me Mia. And you are?"

I heard a muffled scream and in the corner of my eye, I could see LeeLee holding back Emma by the limo.

"Mia." He whispered. "Oh! Um, I am…Henry! I am Henry LaFount. Son…son of the ambassador…of France. Robert. LaFount."

He was totally flustered. I, Mia Thermopolis, made a cute French guy flustered! I can't wait to tell Tina!

I was all, "Nice to meet you, Henry."

And he goes, "Yeah? Well, um. I wanted to ask…if maybe we could…um. Go out for lunch tomorrow?"

Of course I said yes! And then I skipped off to my limo where my dad and my fellow Princesses waited for me.

When we drove off to the Plaza, (LeeLee and Emma had already asked their dads if they could stay in my room. Well, Emma told KingAntoine she was staying with me. She's able to do whatever she wants ever since she told the King that if he would have left her with her mom and dad, they wouldn't have been in the car crash and they wouldn't have died. I feel bad, because he must feel bad too, but Emma says that he's just afraid that she'll say that to the press.) LeeLee was squealing her head off and Emma wouldn't speak to me. But she forgave all when I told her I would go buy some hot cheetos and cereal (her favorite snack foods) when we got back to the hotel.

Which she is reminding me of now. So… ciao!

Later June 21, the Plaza

That was weird.

LeeLee, Emma, and I went to go get some snack foods, and LeeLee and Emma were off distracting the press who wanted a picture of New York's own Princess coming home and bringing her Princessy friends, so I could buy my groceries in peace. In cognito, of course, my brilliant disguise being a hat, a hood, and some really big shades that I couldn't see out of.

I was digging through my wallet, trying to find a dime, and I dropped a quarter. (those can be very useful, you know.) So I took off my shades, so I could see where I was going, and bent down. But someone got to the ground before me. He looked up to hand me the quarter and was all, "Here you…Mia?"

And I was totally surprised to be looking back at none other than Michael Moscovitz. Who is just my friend, by the way.

He straightened up, and I must of forgotten about the just my friend thing, because I flung myself at him to give him a hug, and breathed in his scent. I had forgotten how good his neck smelled. "Michael!" I squealed.

We just stood there for awhile. Me, standing on my tippytoes ( He is very tall ) and hugging him around his neck. I had closed my eyes and turned my face into his neck so I could appreciate it's clean aroma. And Michael, just standing there, frozen in shock. He did put his arms around my waist lightly. I guess, so he didn't seem rude.

We probably would have stood like that for an hour, but the cashier cleared his throat, telling us to break it up.

I let go of Michael and was all, "Oh, sorry. That was-I mean-Oh wow, Michael I've missed you!" I paid for the groceries and moved out of the way.

"Yeah. I've missed you too-um Thermopolis." He said all awkwardly.

"Wow Michael! You grew up!" He really did. I wasn't just trying to make conversation. He had this grown up hair cut and his hair looked like he just got up out of bed and came to the store. His face was even stubbly. He totally looked twenty five.

He smiled at me. "Well. Yeah. So did you." For some reason, he looked like he was trying really hard not to look away from my face. "So…what are you doing here? In New York. I heard you moved to Genovia."

After I told Michael that I was here for some UN meeting or whatever, and I was leaving the day after tomorrow, in the morning, he asked me what happened, two years ago, when he asked me if I wanted to be his roomie.

I then explained to him that my power went out right before I could send in my acceptance, and that I didn't have his phone number in my cell phone.

He said that was too bad, and that his roommate is a pain and that he wished he had me instead.

"Well," He said afterwards, "If you're leaving tomorrow…maybe we should go out-to lunch! Catch up…"

"I would love to, Michael! But I can't. I have a lunch date with a cute French guy." I said back.

"Oh. Well, can't miss that."

I felt kind of bad then. I mean, I did miss Michael. I haven't seen him for like, seven years! So I was all, "But, look! I'll call you. Let me get my ph-"

"Mia!" LeeLee was at the front of the store. "Hurry! We have to go!"

I told LeeLee to hold on a minute, but she was all, "No! Now!" And she grabbed me and ran away.

And so, I still don't have Michael Moscovitz's (who is my friend) phone number.

And I miss him.


Just so you know, Henry and Mia's date went well, and I'll be doing another time skip in the next chapter.

TIME SKIP.

Where's that from? -irritated-

Well, anyways, THANK YOU TO THE ONLY TWO REVIEWERS ON THIS FANFIC! YOU ROOCCCKKKK.