Forever Princess by Meg Cabot Read Free Book Online Page A

“Dating a chameleon. Does he even have his own personality, or is it all about accommodating yours?”
    That’s when we got into a huge argument about it. So huge we had to have an emergency therapy session with Dr. K.
    She promised to keep her opinions about my love life to herself after that, since I pointed out I’ve never mentioned how I feel about hers. (Although, the truth is, I like Mr. G. Without him I wouldn’t have Rocky.)
    I’ve totally never brought up the other thing about J.P.,though. Not to Dr. K, and certainly not to my mom.
    For one thing, it would probably make my mom happy. And for another…well, no relationship is perfect, anyway. Look at Tina and Boris. He still tucks his sweaters into his pants, despite her repeated requests that he not do so. But they’re happy together. And Mr. G snores, but Mom solved that by wearing earplugs and using a white-noise machine.
    I can deal with the fact that my boyfriend likes all the same things that I do and always wants to do everything that I do all the time.
    It’s the other thing about him I’m not sure I can deal with….
    And now the pizzas really are here so I have to go.

 
    Friday, April 28, midnight, the loft
    Okay. Deep breath. Calming down. It’s going to be fine.
    Just fine. I’m sure of it! More than sure. A hundred percent positive everything is going to be—
    Oh, God. Who am I kidding? I’m a wreck!
    So…the family meeting turned out to be about a little more than just the election and Dad nagging me about which college I’m going to go to—in other words: It was a disaster.
    It started out with Dad trying to give me a deadline: Election day. I’ve got until ED (also known as the prom) to decide where I’m going to spend the next four years of my life.
    Then I’ve got to make a decision.
    You’d think Dad would have more important things to worry about, what with René breathing down his neck in the polls.
    Grandmère conferenced herself in, of course, and was giving her two cents (she wants me to go to Sarah Lawrence. Because that’s where she would have gone, back in the age of drawn-on pantyhose, if she’d gone to college instead of marrying Grandpère). We all tried to ignore her, just like in family therapy, but it’s impossible with Rocky around, because for some reason he loves Grandmère, even the sound of her voice (question: WHY?), and ran over to the phone and kept yelling, “Gwanmare, Gwanmare, you come over soon? Give Wocky big kiss?”
    Can you imagine wanting that big wonk looming over you? She’s not even technically related to him (lucky kid).
    Anyway, yeah. That’s what the big meeting was about—or at least, what it started off being about. Me deciding where I was going to go to school in eight days.
    Thanks, guys! No pressure!
    Dad says he doesn’t care where I go, so long as I’m happy. But he’s made it more than clear that if I don’t go to an Ivy or Sarah Lawrence or one of the Seven Sisters, I might as well be committing hari-kari.
    â€œWhy don’t you go to Yale?” he kept saying. “Isn’t that where J.P. wants to go? You could go with him.”
    Of course Yale is where J.P. wants to go, because they have the fantastic drama department.
    Except I can’t go to Yale. It’s too far from Manhattan. What if something were to happen to Rocky or Fat Louie—a freak flash fire or building collapse?—and I had to get back to the loft fast?
    Besides, J.P. thinks I’m going to L’Université de Genovia, and has already applied and resigned himself to going there with me. Even though L’Université de Genovia has no drama department and I explained to him that by going there he’s shooting all his own career aspirations in the foot. He said it didn’t matter, so long as we can be together.
    I guess it actually doesn’t matter, since his