Party Princess (The Princess Diaries 7)

I CAN’T say no. Because what if he takes it personally? What if he thinks it’s like a rejection of HIM?

WHAT IF HE SEEKS SOLACE FOR HIS INJURED PRIDE IN THE ARMS OF ONE OF THOSE MEAN COLLEGE GIRLS????

Wait. I’ve got to pull myself together. Michael isn’t like that. He would never cheat on me with another girl, no matter how hard she threw herself at him. Even if Craig DID cheat on Ashley with Manny on Degrassi when Ashley wouldn’t have sex with him. That doesn’t mean Michael would do the same thing. Because he is BETTER than Craig. Who, by the way, was suffering from bipolar disorder at the time. And is also a fictional character.

Besides, college girls don’t wear thongs. They think they are sexist.

Tina is right. I’ve just got to be honest with him. I’ve got to come out and say it.

FTLOUIE: Michael, I can’t go to your party because I don’t even like parties and besides I think it’s going to be totally boring hanging out with a bunch of college people, especially if all you talk about is dystopic sci-fi films….

DELETE DELETE DELETE

I can’t say THAT! Oh, God. What am I going to do????

FTLOUIE: Yeah! Can’t wait!

God. I am such a liar.

SKINNERBX: So what’s this I hear about your grandmother having some kind of party next Wednesday night for Bob Dylan?

FTLOUIE: Bob Dylan? You mean the singer?

SKINNERBX: Yeah. Bono and Elton John are supposed to be there, too.

For a minute I thought maybe Michael had inhaled too much secondhand marijuana smoke from the dorm room across the hall from his.

Then I remembered Grandmère’s benefit to raise money for the Genovian olive farmers.

FTLOUIE: Oh, right. Wow, that’s funny. How did you hear about that?

SKINNERBX: Netscape. Apparently she’s hosting something called Aide de Ferme?

Farm Aid. I should have known.

FTLOUIE: Oh. Yeah. She is.

SKINNERBX: So is there a chance you can sneak me in? I’d love to ask Bob if he still believes an individual can change the world as we know it with a single song. Do you think that would be okay? I promise not to embarrass you in front of any world leaders.

Oh! How sweet! Michael wants to meet a celebrity! That is so not like him.

But then, Bob Dylan isn’t your average celebrity. After all, he practically invented his own language. At least, that’s what it sounds like whenever Michael puts on one of his CDs.

Still, Michael will no doubt find a use for Bob’s sage, Yoda-like musical wisdom. He seems to have no problem figuring out what Bob is saying.

And, as an added plus for me, I get a date for next Wednesday night!

And okay, he’s basically just using me to meet Bob Dylan. But whatever.

See, that’s the great thing about having a boyfriend. When you’ve had the suckiest day imaginable, all he has to do is ask you out, and it’s like: Poof! Bad stuff begone. Really, it’s some powerful stuff, the whole boyfriend thing.

FTLOUIE: That sounds like it should be doable.

Michael then went on to write very nice things to me, like what an effective leader I am, both of Genovia and AEHS, and how much he can’t wait to see me this weekend, and what he’s going to do to me when he DOES see me, and how he thinks I’m the best writer in the world, and how Shonda Yost, Sixteen magazine’s fiction editor, must have been on crack not to pick “No More Corn!” as the winner of her contest.

Which was all very nice, but didn’t really do anything to address the problem that was REALLY weighing on my mind:

What am I going to do about his party?