Princess Diaries 8: How it Should Have Ended

Author's Note: This is just something I thought up, because I really hate how PD8 ended. The ending sucked and it made me sad. So I've re-written it how I think it should end, even though it's kind of unrealistic. Whatever. Just go with it. It's just my idea. Also, this was going to be a one shot, but then it was too long. So it will probably be only about 5 or so chapters if that. Ok...


Wednesday, September 8, 11 p.m., the loft

I can't believe Grandmere gave me her suite to use for sex. SEX!! Sex with That Boy, as she would say. I can't believe I told Michael not to make plans for tomorrow night. Did I really just imply to Michael that we are going to Do It tomorrow night. Oh My Gosh!! i am going lose my Precious Gift tomorrow night. I am going to give it to Michael. We are giving our Precious Gifts to each other. Tomorrow night. And then the next day Michael will leave for Japan, carrying my heart with him.

But what if he doesn't go? What if the idea of sex is enough to keep him here? That would be awesome and wonderful. I think.

By this time tomorrow night, Michael and I will have had SEX!! I will have seen his...you know. Well, if I'm going to see it I should actually say it, or write it. I will have seen his...penis. I wonder if he looks as good with his pants off as he does with his shirt off. But also, he'll have seen me naked. I don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep now.

Thursday September 9, 4 a.m., the loft

I haven't been able to sleep at all. What if sex really does keep Michael from leaving? I thought that would be a great thing, but now I'm not so sure. I just keep picturing him as my royal consort standing when I stand, waiting for me to speak before he speaks. Michael would never do that. He wants to do something important with his life, just like I do.

What if I am keeping him from achieving Self-Actualization?!!!

Like what if this is something Michael feels he has to do in order for his life to have meaning? What if he ends up hating me for keeping him from saving lives? And if I use sex to keep him here, wouldn't that make me responsible for all the people. Like what if Dad or Grandmere or Mr. G needed a heart surgery and Michael's robotic arm would have saved their life, but he never went to Japan and so they died. I would be killing people.

Michael needs to go to Japan!!! It will save the lives of all my family members and keep him from hating me. As well as helping Michael achieve Self-Actualization. But, what about the clarinetists? Other girls! What if he forgets me? If I have sex with him, he will remember me. It would the best going-away present I could ever give him.

Thursday, September 9, 6 a.m., the loft

I am going to spend tonight with Michael!!! And tomorrow. I'm not going to waste my time going to school tomorrow when this will be the last time I will see him in at least a year. Maybe longer. My parents are crazy if they think I would go to school instead of help Michael pack and go with him to the airport to see him off. Mom will understand. I hope. I just don't think she would understand the fact that I'm having sex with him tonight. I hate lying to my mom. But I have to tell her something.

Thursday September 9, Limo on the way to school

My mom understands! I went to wake her up this morning, but she was already awake.

"Mom. I need to talk to you." I pulled her into my bedroom.

"Mia, honey. Are you okay?"

"Mom, I am just informing you that I am not going to school tomorrow." I glared at her as if daring her to disagree before rushing on. "I am going to hang out with Michael right up until the moment he gets on the plane. I can't waste a minute of him being in the same hemisphere as me on school."

"I see you've finally gotten used to the idea of his leaving." She said with a sad smile. I was so shocked she was just going to let me miss school, that I continued on with the second part of my plan.

"And I'm spending the night at the Moscovitzes tonight. I'm going to help him pack and eat a romantic dinner with him and make sure he remembers me and the good times and doesn't hook up with any Japanese clarinetists."

My mom looked a little confused but all she said was "Okay honey." That's it. No argument. She is being so nice to me. It makes me feel so guilty that I lied to her. About spending the night at the Moscovitzes. Michael and I are spending the night at the hotel. I don't know how Michael is going to get past his parents, but he is an adult. I'm sure he can spend the night away from home without his parents freaking out.

Thursday September 9, limo Home from the Four Seasons,

Grandmere sent me home early from princess lessons today. It's like she knew, somehow that I was thinking of having sex. Well let me emphasize the word WAS. I have been going over the pros and cons all day. I even told Tina that we were going to Do It. She agrees with me that it is Totally romantic to give Michael something to remember me by, even if she doesn't think he will meet any Japanese Clarinetists.

But I just can't go through with it.

I am a princess and it's so not the princessly thing to do. Besides that, I'm not ready to have sex. It's just not a good idea to have sex this one time right before Michael goes away to Japan. Not that I don't think Michael is The One, because he is. But this just isn't the right time. Especially with me being under age. It's not even that romantic. It's rushed. I mean, we haven't even gotten past 2nd base. And I'm sure he would be distracted in Japan. And I'm scared. I don't think I should be scared. Scared, worried, nervous and embarrassed just aren't words you should use when you talk about your first time.

Mostly I don't think Michael thinks I'm ready. He would probably think I was using sex to get him to stay. As if. He needs to go remember? Man, I'm going to miss him so much. I'm not going to get to smell his neck for a year. A year!! I want to cry just thinking about it. As long as I have the hotel room tonight... Wouldn't it be nice to just spend the night in Michael's arms without worrying about anything?

Thursday September 9, 7p.m., Moscovitzes Apartment

Wow, things are hectic here. Michael is finishing packing and his mom and Maya keep sneaking things they think he'll need into suitcase when they think he isn't looking. Then he just takes them back out when he thinks they aren't looking. It's so adorable!! I was trying to help, but I kept getting in the way. I finally just gave up and now I am sitting in Michael's computer chair watching the madness and writing in my journal while I wait for Michael to finish getting ready. When I got here, I gave him this note.

Michael,

Bring a toothbrush and some clean underwear. We're staying overnight and you are sneaking out. Tell No One.

Love,

Mia

He gave me a funny look and put it into his pocket, but I saw him sneak his toothbrush into my bag. I wonder how he's going to sneak the clothes. Man, sneaking is hard work. I'm glad I didn't have to sneak out. I talked to my mom before I left. It was definitely the weirdest conversation I've ever had with my mom. When i got home from Grandmere's, I was feeling so bad about lying to mom earlier today, and then nervous about the sex I was about to not have, and sad about Michael, I couldn't lie to her again.

I was getting ready to leave and she came into my room, probably to give me moral support in my time of need.

"Have fun at the Moscovitzes tonight honey. And you know if you need me for anything, I'm here for you."

How does she do that? It's like she knew. How did she know? And it all came spilling out. I had a conversation about sex with my mom! My mom! But it was strangely comforting.

"Mom, I'm not having sex okay."

"What?"

"It's just that I know Grandmere gave me the hotel suite to use for sex, but I'm not ready, so I'm not going to do it, because if Michael doesn't go to Japan he'll hate me forever and everyone I love will die because they can't have heart surgery."

"Hotel Suite?" Mom's eyes narrowed a little bit.

"Yeah, but I wasn't going to use it except for dinner. But then I wanted Michael to remember me, and I want to make sure I remember his smell and I'm not going to have sex with him, but I wanted...I don't know. To sleep in his arms and smell his neck all night. Please don't be mad."

It took my mom a long time to answer. "So you're not going to have sex with Michael in some misguided attempt to keep him in the country?"

"Geez, Mom. I understand that Michael has to go to Japan. I want him to go. But at the same time, I really don't want him to go so much that it hurts. It hurts when I even think about it. But I have to be strong on the outside and I just wanted a chance to not be strong and to be in his arms."

"You want to sleep with Michael, but not have sex with him?" She almost looked amused at this point. I was just glad she wasn't angry.

"He doesn't even want to sleep with me. Well, I mean of course he does. A lot. But not right now. He knows I'm not ready."

She sat there thinking. It was the weirdest thing. I thought she would be mad and yell at me and maybe even forbid me to go see Michael or tell me I had to be home at a certain time. But she didn't. She was thinking. And then

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay you can go to the hotel room and spend the night with Michael. I trust you. I trust that you won't do anything irresponsible. Call me tomorrow and check in with me periodically. Lars will drop you off at the hotel and pick you up in the morning."

I swear at that point my jaw practically hit the floor. I almost cried as I hugged my mom.

"Don't tell Dad ok? He wouldn't understand." She just nodded and helped me finish getting ready.

Oh, there's Michael. It looks like he put something else in my bag. He keeps giving me these funny looks. OH MY GOSH! What if he thinks we're having sex tonight? Crap. Of course he thinks that. Well we're not, and he can just get over it. I just have to calmly explain to him that tonight is not the night. We're just going to spend it in each other's arms. Oh, he's ready to go.