Hey everyone! So this is my third story and I really love this plot and I hope that you will to!
****IMPORTANT NOTE****
I KNOW THAT THIS STORY IS CALLED THE ROYAL PAINS, BUT BELLA IS THE PRESIDANT'S DAUGHTER BECAUSE AMERICA DOES NOT HAVE A MONARCHY. I KNOW THAT SOME OF THE OTHER COUNTRIES MIGHT NOT BUT, JUST STICK WITH IT =)
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QUICK SUMMARY!
The royal families have had enough of their children, so they decide to throw all of their kids together to experience new surroundings and new faces. When the six mix, it leads to drama, fights, laughter, new places, friendship, and maybe even love. Will they be able to find the true person in each other?
BPOV
"ISABELLA SWAN!" I heard my father bellow from the speaker in my room.
AH, shit. What did I do this time? I asked myself as I pushed myself up from my bed.
"UGHHH!" I groaned when my bare feet hit the freezing cold floor in my bedroom. I turned my head to the clock and saw it was 11:20 in the morning. Has the man ever heard of letting one sleep in? I walked down the wide hall and saw glimpses off maids and security guards looking at me like I was crazy or something.
"Can I-" I cut myself off before I said something I regret. Last time I said something rude, the little snitch told my father and leaked it to the damn press. It was the cover story the next morning on all the newspapers and magazines. From then on, I was to watch my mouth, and all the security guards and employees were sworn to secrecy
I inspected myself to make sure it wasn't my appearance. I looked down and saw I was still wearing my jeans and lime green tank top from last night. I guess that was why they were staring at me. I should have changed before I went to sleep last night. I guess that coming home at 4 in the morning, you don't really think straight when it's that late, or I guess early.
I was about to turn around and go back to change into some PJ's and make it look I was ACTUALLY in my room and sleeping all night, when I heard my name being called. I turned and I saw Mr. Elliot (a security guard who is usually assigned to watch Me.) looking at me.
"Your father is waiting in the oval office for you Ms. Swan." He said avoiding my eyes.
"Alrightly then, um Mr. Elliot is he mad? I mean really really mad?" I asked with wide eyes. "Like worse than the time when I threw the football at the Queen of England a few years ago?" That little storm didn't blow over well. I mean I was 13 and I was into sports and one of the guards who liked to tease me, gave me a football. My father invited her to diner one night, and that night I just happened to be on a sugar rush. The ball just happened to slip out of my hands and collided with her hair.
I was escorted out of the room by Mr. Elliot to be exact. I haven't talked to her since she left the White House. She also stepped off the thrown and gave the crown to her son, so now he is king. King Carlisle.
I was grounded for the rest of the month and I couldn't touch any type of sports equipment for the rest of the month.
"That is not really my place Ms. Swan" he replied with a straight face. I mean Mr. Elliot is nice and quiet and does always seem to mind his own business, but he is the kind of person who is always on time, stays true to the schedule and says little as possible. Not really my type of person at all. He is more of my Dad's kind of person.
He guided me down the halls to the oval office where my destiny awaits me. Oh, and Elliot always seems to think I need a personal tour guide. I have lived in the white house for the past four years of my life and if my dad wins the election again this year, then maybe another four.
He pushed the door open and I calmly slipped inside. My dad had his chair turned towards the window and away from me. Since, he wasn't about to start a conversation soon, and if I want to get out of trouble and find out what he wants faster I will just have to jump into the lava.
"So, how was the big meeting in England? Any footballs to the head?" I laughed at my own corny joke. It took him a while to reply; probably collecting himself.
"You know, it was actually very good. In attendance, their was the Queen Esme and King Carlisle of England, The King McCarthy and his wife from Spain, Ambassador Hale of Russia was there, also the Ambassador from Norway, Ambassador Brandon had attended. Oh, let's not forget about King Whitlock from Switzerland.
"Oh, really…" I said drifting off.
"You have no idea who I'm talking about do you" he questioned knowing my tone of voice. He still hadn't turned his chair towards me so I was beginning to get a little worried.
"Nope. I have no clue." I said honestly because I knew that I couldn't lie to him.
"Well, you should know the McCarthy's. You and their son are well acquainted whenever you visit. Always sneaking past security, going to clubs, staying out till the crack of dawn. You guys are like peas in a pod. They are also experiencing the same behavior problems with Him. You remember, Emmett?"
Oh! Prince Emmett! God, he is a blast to hang out with. He has the same problems as me. Hates always being in the public eye, loves to rebel, loathes security, and love to be reckless. We are like twins and I wouldn't have it any other way. He isn't my type and I wasn't his.
The last time my family went to visit his family in Spain, we, of course ditched security, high jacked their car and went for a little joy ride. No harm done, well, not for us. The guards weren't too happy with us though I had fun and that is the main point. My motto is if you had fun doing it, then the punishment is worth it.
"Of course I remember Emmett. How could I not?" I told him.
"Ok, so you know Emmett, then there is Prince Edward of England. He is tall, lean, bronze hair-"
"Dad, you don't need to go into full detail of the guy. I know who the goody two shoes is. " I said to him. Thus earning him turning around and giving me a glare.
"I think that you should act more LIKE that goody two shoes." He responded firmly. He still had his eyes locked with mine and I could tell he was mad at me. I just stared at him not wanting to blow his fuse. Usually I would have gone of the hook and started to shoot comebacks and assaults out of my mouth, but with my stunt last night, I didn't want to be in anymore trouble. I know that I had been caught red handed.
"Prince Edward never tries to sneak out at ungodly hours at night and doesn't seem to mind security. I have only seen good publicity about him and he has good grades and doesn't complain about a thing. He does what he is told and doesn't think that he is always right, His manors are wonderful and I think that you could learn a thing or two from him." He defended. He must really admire this guy because he rarely defends or brags about anyone. Myself included.
He continued on with the introductions "Then Rosalie Hale. She is considered the closest thing to royalty there. They call her the Princess of Russia even though she isn't royal."
Ha! I know that stuck up spoiled brat. She is always waving and putting on that I'm so better than you and you know it smirk. I just want to wipe that smirk off her face with my fist. We have never met before, and I am planning on keeping it that way. She is also super beautiful. She has long flowing blonde hair down to her mid-back and piercing blue eyes that could probably kill you if she wanted them to. I totally envy her, but not to the point that I would kill for her or do her every command for her beauty tips.
"The last girl is Alice Brandon, the daughter of the ambassador of Norway. She is very spunky and energetic little thing. She always has a smile on her face and never sits still. There is only one person left and that is Prince Jasper of Switzerland. He is very clam and collected. He keeps the peace, kind of like his country does. Very sweet boy if I do say so myself." He stopped talking to me awaiting a reply.
"Cool?" I said it more like a question.
"You really don't give a crap do you?" He chucked, but it wasn't reaching his dull brown eyes. "You just have a care in the world do you." He was becoming more serious by the second throwing in the occasional laugh. "You think that this world revolves around you and you can do anything that you care to do."
That was enough for me to start fighting back. "I don't! I WOULD GIVE BACK EVERYTHING TO BE NORMAL AGAIN! I mean, I love the advantages, but is it worth everything that I have lost because of you? I was never able to go back to a public school, I wasn't allowed to go to parties or go out on dates! If I was allowed to even have a boyfriend they had to be approved and picked out by YOU! I never went to prom Dad. I never had real friends that I could go to for everything, or for boy trouble, or just to be able to hang out and have a good time." I let out a deep breath and continued on.
"So, can you really blame me for wanting to rebel for just a moment and have fun if only for a little while? I'm so sorry that doesn't involve the security that you assigned me. Jesus, I mean I can't live like this anymore dad. I want to be able to have a freaking life. Not one that has every move I make supervised. Don't you understand?" I breathed leaning closer to him and his desk. He leaned back in his chair mad direct eye contact.
It was then silent before I decided to break the silence and then leave. "And to imagine, it was all because of YOU!"
I turned on my heel and left the room. I started to sprint down the halls to my bedroom before any one could see me cry and rip my hair out and have a hands down emotional break down. I had been holding everything in for these past for years and I just couldn't get my body to hold it in for a second longer. I skidded to a halt in front of my door and pushed it open. I shoved it back into place and when I was satisfied with the slam I fell to my knees and started to have a total melt down. I really hope that these walls are sound proof but if they weren't whatever.
My chest was heaving up and down and I was letting out heart wrenching sobs that were racking my small frame. AS the tears started to flow down my cheeks, images of the past started to flood my brain.
I remember when we could go out for a walk and not have the threat of being shot at nagging at our brains, or being able to spend the night at other people's house without having background checks and security patrolling the perimeter. One made its way out form the shelves in my brain and took over every one of my senses.
Flashback
9 years old.
My dad had just become Arizona's new governor and we decide to take a family picnic and walk around the city to celebrate. I was nine and I was still in the princess and make up and dresses phase. We were walking hand and hand down the street to the local ice cream store that served the best ice cream in the world. My family and the owners were on first name basis and we had them over for dinner and they came to parties, those kinds of things.
I was swinging my parent's arms all over the place and I was smiling and having a great time. I was wearing this little pink dress with white sandals and I know this is weird, but I was wearing a plastic crown and I was holding a sleeping beauty purse. That is how obsessed I was. We rounded the corner and then all I could hear were flashes of lights and people towering over us and snapping pictures of us. My mom was shielding her face obviously not wanting her face in magazines and I on the other hand was standing still staring at the people with thousand dollar cameras and professional clothes and badges.
I had no clue who they were, or what they wanted, but that didn't stop me from going up to the closest man with the camera and asking him who and what they were doing.
I tugged on his shirt and he lowered his camera down and bent down to come to my eye level.
"Yes?" He questioned looking at me quizzically
"Um… What are you doing with all these lights and cameras?" I asked innocently.
I saw a smirk creep up slowly on his face as he noticed my attire.
"Are you a princess Isabella?"I wandered how he knew my name, but when he mentioned the word 'Princess' I was lost.
I straightened my posture and squared my shoulders. "Why yes, I am." I said my head held high and using my version of an official tone.
"Well, we are here to take pictures of this pretty princess in front of me." He appraised. I was exploding with happiness inside of me and I struck my best pose. He stood back up and started to snap his camera and then I became the main focus of everyone's camera. They crowded around me taking pictures and shouting things at me.
The sick thing was that I loved it.
End of flashback
Just thinking about that made me cry even harder and I was fighting to collect myself. I hated to think of things in the past. My memories were and are the only things that can make me cry. I shed a few more tears before I pulled myself together and dragged myself to the shower.
*********Lunch************
I was sitting in the dining room with my dad across the table from me. My mom was out of the picture at the moment; for they had a big fight so she went to Hawaii for a break from my dad. She was only planning on staying there two weeks, but decided to extend for a little while longer.
At the moment my dad and I weren't talking and I was perfectly fine with this. All I could hear was the sound of forks scraping plates and the occasional grunt of my Dad clearing his throat.
His little grunting nose was annoying the hell out of me so I decided to ask him what he wanted.
"Something on your mind dad?" I said a little harsher then I meant. He put down his fork and brought his gaze up to met mine.
"Ugh, I guess you could say that." He took a deep breath and seemed to gulp and then he matched my gaze again. "I know that you are going to be pissed at this, but remember this was your mother's idea, she just got me to agree. "
"Just get to the point dad." I cut in.
"Fine, this summer, you will be spending it with Edward, Emmett, Alice, Rosalie and Jasper." Before I could protest he put up his hands to shut me up and continued. "The six of you will be traveling the world and learning about new cultures and learns teamwork with other countries and possibly become friends. What do you think?"
With the need to think about I blurted out "Hell No." That was all I said and then I went back to eating.
I thought he was done but apparently he wasn't. "You have no choice. You're leaving tomorrow morning at noon." That was all he said before he got up and walked through the double doors. There was no way he was making me go on the trip. Well, more like I wasn't going down without a fight.
I jumped up from the table causing a few items to topple over but I didn't care I stormed through the double doors and saw him packing things in his suitcase.
"I won't go" I yelled defiantly.
"You have no choice in the matter Isabella; you might as well start packing." He grumbled. He only used my real name when he was serious.
"Hold up cowboy" I was standing my ground. "When did this ever come up?"
He sighed looking up from his clothes and throwing his boxers in the case. "When I went to the conference over in England, all of the parents have concerns with their children. Some of them are rebellious, like you, others just need new scenery and faces. While, some of them want to make new friends and explore this glorious world that we live in. It will broaden your horizon and teach you how to behave like a well mannered child we raised."
"That sounded totally insane father" I shot back rapidly.
"Well, Deal with it Bella." He snapped back towards me.
"How about this, I go when Hell freezes over! Deal?" I smirked sarcastically as I was walking over to the window.
"Hmm, I have heard that the ground was becoming colder every hour. Now get your butt upstairs and back" He muttered something to Larry (Guard) who was standing across the room with his Raybans on and head set in. Larry casually walked over to me and pulled me up bridal style.
"What the-" I started to scream but it was muted as he slung me over his shoulders. I was kicking and putting up a fit but when he didn't budge I gave up on the physical stuff and put on a frown. He marched out of my father's room and started to climb the stairs.
"You know, I used to like you Larry" I muttered into his shoulders.
He shrugged his shoulders and the mumbled something like "Not falling for that one again" ugh. My life sucks. We reached my room and he dropped me on the bed. I landed with a loud thump and I heard him mumble a quiet apology before leaving my in my room.
Holy Crap! I had to spend my whole freaking summer with a bunch of stuck up spoiled brats. Well, besides Emmett. That was the only positive thing about it. I flipped over and almost screamed when I saw the maid in my room going through my closet. She heard my audible gasp and said quietly "Your father's orders miss."
Oh, I get it; she was packing up my things for tomorrow.
GOD DAMMIT! I could do some things by myself. I am not five the last time I checked.
I covered my face with my hands and tried to chill out. It couldn't be that bad… oh hell, of course it will.
I wanted to punch my wall in and throw a huge hissy fit, but I wasn't that bad of a kid. All of a sounded I heard my dresser vibrate and I snatched my sidekick of the top of it.
"Hello?" I grumbled into the voice piece.
I heard a familiar chuckle and I immediately brightened up. A little.
"I'm guessing your dad dropped the bomb on you." Emmett bellowed trying not to burst out laughing.
"Yea..." I trailed off.
"Hey, it won't be that bad, I mean you get to spend it with me!" He tried to brighten my outlook on things.
"You're right, I will enjoy spending time with you, but not the rest of those…ugh ….people." I finished shuddering.
"Yeah, I'm not looking forward to that either. We have to stand together and beat the snotty attitudes off their faces and teach them how to live. To loosen up and have a good time."
"Def."
"Look I have one favor to ask you." He said
"Uh-huh shoot." I mumbled incoherently into the speaker.
"My mom is packing me all this shit that is fancy and itchy and plan ugly. Can you bring me the clothes that we stashed at your house for me?" He asked. The last time he came over we went shopping and bought him practically a whole wardrobe and we hid them in my room so his mom wouldn't see them. It was his secret stash. His mom dressed him in the stupidest clothes and they were always fancy; so I couldn't resist helping th e guy when we first met.
"Of course!" I laughed. We talked for a few more minutes before I heard the Gardner come into his room and started to yell at him in Spanish. He probably ran over the pansies again with his four wheeler. We did that one time; I swear the Gardner had steam blowing out of his ears.
"Uh oh. I gotta go Bells. See you tomorrow." I heard some threats being thrown at him in Spanish and then the faint click of the signal being closed.
Wow, I love that guy to death. Good thing I will always have a friend in him. I tossed my phone on the floor and I collapsed on my mattress trying to get some shut eye before the horrid summer started.
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