did propose to you. . . .”
Grandmère gave me a very sour look. “I suppose you think you’re amusing. Well, you might as well make yourself useful, and go and get me some Tylenol. And fix me another Sidecar, this one’s gone warm. . . .”
I got up to do as Grandmère asked. I figured it was the least I could do, since she’d been through so much. True, most of it was her own fault . . . but there are lots of different kinds of Valentines, and I figured that mine to Grandmère would be that I would never speak of Dr. Steve to her—or anyone else—ever again.
And to tell you the truth, this seemed to suit Grandmère even better than a heart-shaped box of chocolates or a simulated ruby heart pendant. 80 9 The Princess Diaries
Friday, February 14, 8 p.m., limo on the way to Tina’s
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tonight as I was getting my stuff together to go to Tina’s, I heard this weird tapping noise. ON MY
WINDOW.
At first I thought it was a pigeon. But then I looked out and got the scare—and delight— of my life:
MICHAEL WAS ON MY FIRE ESCAPE!!!!
I couldn’t believe it! I ran over to the window and f lung it open and was like, “WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE???? WHY ARE YOU ON THE
FIRE ESCAPE???? WHY DIDN’T YOU RING
THE DOOR BUZZER LIKE A NORMAL
PERSON?????”
But he just smiled and said, “It’s more romantic this way.”
“But how did you even get out there?” I
demanded. Because Lars worked really hard at securing the entrance to our building’s courtyard, Valentine Princess 9 81
which is what my bedroom looks out over, so that no one could do what Michael had—crawl up to my window via the fire escape.
Michael smiled even more and said, “Your neighbor Ronnie let me out here. Now stop talking. I know you have to go to Tina’s in a minute, but I wanted to give you your Lupercalia gift before you leave. I realize it’s a day early, but I couldn’t wait.”
And that’s when he picked up his guitar
and there, in the light from the security lamp, he serenaded me with “our song”—the one he wrote about me, “Tall Drink of Water,” which goes:
Tall drink of water
Can’t say how much you want her How long you’ve tried to stay cool But she doesn’t even see you Wait for her in the lobby
Your knees are getting wobbly 82 9 The Princess Diaries She glides by in her pink dress Towers over all the rest Hands starting to get sweaty You really think you’re ready
To take a little walk over there Tell her how much you care What will you say now
Will she make your day now She looks this way now Get moving, don’t delay now
You think you’re ready for your close-up But she’s not China doll made-up Or a picture-perfect teacup
She’s more real than any girl you’ve ever seen You’re not gonna make it But this is it, you just can’t fake it
She’s the girl who makes your heart sing Means more to you than anything
Valentine Princess 9 83
She’s a tall drink of water
Can’t say how much you want her
How long you’ve tried to stay cool
But she doesn’t even see you
And it was the best Valentine I ever got. 84 9 The Princess Diaries
June 5, 9 p.m., private jet to Genovia
ME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.
A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis
(first draft)
Scene 45
INT/NIGHT—A girl (sixteen-year-old MIA THERMOPOLIS), trembling on the verge of womanhood, sits in a sumptuous leather seat aboard a luxurious private jet. She has just finished reading the contents of a black-and-white Mead composition notebook. She closes the notebook, looks up, and sighs. MIA
And Michael and I have had happy Valentine’s Days ever since. . . .
Oh, whatever, that isn’t even true. Michael STILL refuses to celebrate Valentine’s Day, insisting it’s all a plot by Hallmark, 1-800-Flowers, and Valentine Princess 9 85
Russell Stover to make us do their corporate bidding. But he doesn’t mind celebrating Lupercalia on February