Princess of my Heart-a Princess Diaries fanfic

The Princess of my Heart

As soon as I stepped out of the La Guardia Airport and into the cold wintry air of New York City, I was assaulted by my mother who barreled into me and crushed me into a hug.

As if all the phone calls she'd made everyday (which had contributed significantly to the phone bill) hadn't been enough, she pulled on her stern, I'm-­a­-professional-psychologist face and started a full on interrogation without giving me time to even exhale the fresh city air that had filled my lungs. "Michael honey! You've finally come home! Goodness. Look how much you've grown! My boy has become a man! How was the flight? Are you tired? Did you get any rest? Did you eat anything on the flight? How was the food? I really don't know how you have been surviving on that Chinese food for so long. How was-­"

I had to cut off her rambling. "Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM. First of all, it's Japanese not Chinese food. And you can continue your little inquisition party when we get home. Can we just grab a cab and head over to the apartment now? I really want to see Dad and Lilly again." I love my mother to bits but she really needed to let me breathe a little.

She had insisted that she had to come to the airport and take me home herself while dad and Lilly stayed at home preparing for my homecoming dinner. I really didn't want them to go to so much trouble but my mom waved it off saying that they were really proud of me and that I deserved it. I really missed her but she really didn't have to suffocate me this way.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear. You must be so tired! After all, you practically just traveled across the world. You really shouldn't have to-­"

"Mom. The cab?" I interjected. "Oh! Yes. I'm just so happy to see you Michael. Let's go then."

After we fought our way through the throng of people to the cab and were reasonably settled in, my mom started in on me again as the cab pulled away from the curb. "So I see you have been hitting the gym. Did you forget to tell me something during our calls? Anyone you're seeing lately?" she gushed while raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"No Mom!" Jesus! She was being embarrassing! I could see the driver trying (and failing) to suppress a grin through the rear­-view mirror. When I looked back at my mother, I saw disappointment and sadness etched into her face and felt a pang in my heart. I knew how much she wanted to see me happy but.. how could I be? Sure, I had achieved the heights of fame and fortune, but the one girl I had done most of it for was off with another man and probably didn't even think of me anymore.

I sighed and looked out the window. I don't know why I'm just not able to move on. I mean Boris said she was in love with J.P! And yet, there is this part of me that just won't stop hoping...Oh! Get a grip Moscovitz! Stop acting like a lame, hormonic teenager! It's over. We are just friends now. All you can share and bond over is the occasional email or phone call. Which reminds me of the fact that she doesn't even know I'm back in New York...

Bringing myself back to the now, I listen to Mom fretting over me and my love life and give her fake reassurances like I always do.

As my mom begins regaling me with the latest stories of New York City and the Moscovitz household, I look back out the window to watch the flurry of activity on the streets, packed with jaded New Yorkers going about their business. When the cab comes to a stop as the streetlight flashes red, I see something that makes my heart stumble to a stop, skip a beat and then pick up faster.

I watch as Mia stepped out of a book store with a little boy in one arm and holding a book in the other. On closer inspection, I found it to be one of those journals she always used to write in. Was she planning on writing a new one? Her hair looked golden in the sunlight and her head was thrown back as she laughed at something the boy had said and I found myself pressing closer to the window to hear that musical sound before realizing that the window was sound­-proof. She looked so beautiful it made my chest hurt. Her hair had grown longer and framed her face in waves. She looked like an angel like she always had. I watched in jealousy as she kissed the boy on his forehead. Was that Rocky? I remember the days in high school when I used to take a longer route to my next class just to gaze at her as we crossed paths in the hallways.

"Michael? Are you all right?" I vaguely hear my mother say before Mia starts to walk away. I feel a pang in my chest as once again, I watch helplessly as the girl of my dreams walks away from me. When she disappeared around the corner, I turned around to find my mom looking at me inquisitively and with a little worry. "Sorry mom. I'm fine. Just a little tired. Jet lag and all."

"Of course dear. Who wouldn't be tired after such a long journey. You should get some rest when we go home. It will even give us more time to prepare for your dinner! You can't keep working without sleep like one of your machines. You've hardly been sleeping since you went to Japan."

Nodding my head distractedly, I went back to thinking about a certain princess and taking in the familiar sights of the city through the window till we arrive at home.

After receiving a pleasant surprise that my grandma, Nana Moscovitz, had come over to see me and nearly tackled to death when Lilly rushed to hug me, I went up to my room and set my luggage down. I was going to get my own apartment soon after hashing out some details with my real estate agent.

I looked over at my guitar leaning against the bed and picked it up. I haven't played it or composed any new songs for a long time. I had thought it was because I was too busy back in Japan with the robotic arm. But really, now I realize that it was because I hadn't been able to see my family or watch Mia's glowing face and hear her laugh that I hadn't been able to get any inspiration. With a grin, I begin fiddling with my guitar and strumming its strings, listening to its rich melody and hoping.

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading my little story. I've been dying to write one ever since I finished reading the Princess Diaries like years ago and I've only just been introduced to wattpad, so I thought what the heck? I'll finally write it. So this is my first published story on wattpad so I would seriously appreciate it if you could show some support and cheer me on by giving me some feedback. You know the drill: VOTE, COMMENT AND FAAAN!!