A/N CHAPTER 4!!! :o

I don't own anything. Like, at all. Except for, you know, the stuff I made up. Like Emma.

REVIEEEEWW!

Monday, June 27, Limo to HWTUPN.

Emma called.

She said she wanted to meet "This Jared I spoke of".

She said it all sarcastically, and when I asked her why, she her voice went all high and went "What are you talking about, Mia? Whatever, I'm so excited!".

My bad liar alarm was going off. But, I guess it didn't matter that much.

I told her it was a good idea because I just found out I had princess lessons and we couldn't be out all day.

So I'm going to go pick her up and we're going to go see Jared at the random coffee shop he works at.

Monday, June 27, Limo to Grandmere's

So, I had fun today.

Emma met Jared, and they seemed to get along. But Jared's boss said that we were distracting him and had to go. So we went for a walk in Central Park.

I bought Emma ice cream and asked her what she thought of Jared.

She went, "I don't know, Mia. He was nice, I guess. But he didn't seem…legit."

And to that I went, "What? Jared is the best!"

Emma just rolled her eyes and went, "Sure, sure." Followed by another random giggle.

I've learned to just ignore those. I'm sure Emma is giggling about something, she just wont tell me.

So until about, 2:30, Emma and I just walked around and talked.

For a twelve-year-old, Emma is really easy to hang out with, and we never ran out of things to talk about.

We talked about our best friends.

All of Emma's friends live in Nevada, including her best friend, Camille.

She says she misses Camille and her other friends so much. I told her I knew how she felt, because despite Lilly's sudden haltered towards me, I did miss her. She was my best friend-how could I not?

We talked about how much of a goodie goodie Emma is, even though at first, she seemed totally wild.

She seemed kind of offended and was all, "I'm not that good, I'm like, a rebel for sure."

But I just went, "Like, fer sher?" I said in a high voice that she narrowed her eyes to.

"Please, Emma. You are like a…Disney Princess. They could make an original movie about you! I mean, you talk like you are from the 1800's, your always singing-like some kind of musical-, you're a princess, you're smart, and you seem like a total hopeless romantic. Face it Emma, you are a real life Disney Princess."

Emma had nothing to say to that, so we talked about something else.

We talked about princess stuff a lot.

What princess habits we hate, the ones we have subconsciously, the ones we fake like we have.

Emma pointed out the fact that I hold my hands like a princess all the time.

I told her that made no sense at all.

She said just the way I hold things or how I wave and such is like a princess.

I, in turn, pointed out how Emma hangs on peoples' arms like they are escorting her somewhere. And that she was holding onto my left arm that very moment.

She said that didn't count because she always had that habit.

We let that conversation go and went to go get lunch.

Now, though, that fun is over because we just pulled up to the Hotel and Grandmere has been off of her rocker lately.

Monday, June 27, Limo back to the loft

It wasn't that bad at Grandmere's today.

She calmed down-probably due to the angry phone call she got from my dad, that was due to the angry phone call he got from my mom, who "will not have her child hit by anyone for any reason"-and spoke all quietly the whole lesson.

She was still crazy though.

Our conversation went like this:

Me: Hello? Grandmere?

Grandmere: -walks in- Hello, Amelia. How are you today?

Me: Good, thank you. And how are you?

Grandmere: Fine. Did you have fun with the little backstabber?

Me: I'm sorry?

Grandmere: The Renoslian girl. The Princess.

Me: Yes, I understand who you are talking about, but why did you call her a backstabber?

Grandmere: Well, it's quite obvious, Amelia. She is doing to you what I asked you to do to her. She is extracting your secrets.

Me: That's not true, Grandmere. Emma would never-

Grandmere: So you are not…um, like best friends suddenly? She is not naturally attached to your hip and so very curious about your life? She is using the sob story technique, I'm sure. Am I right? Does her life seem awful? Do you want to just give her anything she asks of you? She tells you of her horrible past and wants to know yours. Her past was sworn to secrecy, no? But was yours, Amelia? Did little Emma promise not to tell anyone about you?"

Me: Grandmere…

Grandmere: No, no, Amelia. It is fine. I know you are about to defend her, because she is innocent, perfect. But I did warn you. Do not come crying to me when your latest scandal is staring at you through a newspaper headline- "Princess Gone Wild.".

Me:…

Grandmere: That will be all, for today. I will speak to you tomorrow.

Wooo! Paranoid taken to another level.

Emma is not that devious.

And plus, why would she want to know my secrets?

She asks me about me because she's genuinely curious, like I am to her.

Right?

Tuesday, June 28, My room

I thought maybe, today I could spend the day with Rocky.

But when I went to go wake him up and told him to get dressed, he threw a book at me.

Apparently, my brother is the kind that doesn't like doing anything during summer vacation. I swear, he is wearing the same clothes as he was on Friday.

Tina is still gone, Jared's at work, I don't have anymore friends! What can I do?

I guess I can hang out with Emma.

We can go to the zoo!

I'll call her now.

Tuesday, June 28, Limo to the HWTUPN

Emma was totally hyped to go to the zoo and says she'll be waiting for me in the lobby at HWTUPN.

She says her favorite zoo animals are lions and tigers because they roar a lot. And she finds it kind of funny.

Here we are!

Tuesday, June 28, Bathroom of the Zoo

Emma is outside buying nachos with Lars and her body guard, Jadiel.

She was right- I've never realized how funny lions are.

They're all, "ROOOOOOAAAAR."

And we were all, "RAAAAAAAWWWWRR." We can't exactly copy it's roar.

And then the people standing around us whisper then walk away.

We rawred for only ten minutes because the lion got bored and went back into it's habitat.

I'm having so much fun, I can almost ignore the sadness that I always have when I go to the zoo. The one that makes me want to sit in a corner and cry. It's just so depressing to see these animals cramped up like this.

When I pointed it out to Emma, she just said, "It's sad, I know, but think of it this way-these animals live longer because they eat every night, they have vets to check up on them, anything they would want is given to them. Their lives aren't that bad. Not even the cages are that bad."

Whoa. A whole new way to think of things was right there. I just didn't see it.

I have to go now, my nachos are going to get cold.

Tuesday, June 28, Limo to Grandmere's

I feel kind of bad now.

Grandmere's paraniodness was just rubbing off on me.

On the limo ride home, Emma was asking me about all my boyfriends.

At one point, I couldn't help myself and I went, "Why do you care so much?"

Emma's eyes went all big and she said, "About you? Well, because you're my friend and I know all of my friends inside out."

"Yeah. But, why?"

"Because… I don't know, I just care."

I realized I was being a jerk by that time so I stopped talking.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet.

Tuesday, June 28, Limo back to the loft

Grandmere's right.

Emma is evil.

I'm sure of it.

Grandmere was all, "What secrets did you tell her today, Amelia?"

So I went, "None, Grandmere."

"Don't lie, Amelia. And what did she tell you about herself?"

"Nothing."

"Exactly. She is selective of what she tells you yet she demands that you tell her everything."

"Grandmere, is this lesson just going to be you trying to convince me Emma's evil?"

"She is evil! She has everything she needs from you! She knows of your past relationships, and friendships, and problems, am I wrong? Do you think she cares that much about you? She can and will ruin you, Amelia."

She said a whole bunch of other stuff too, but all I could remember was this.

And she's right, too. Why else would she care so much?

I'm going to call the little backstabber out, next time I see her.

Wednesday, June 29, Limo to the HWTUPN

Okay, I'm going to do this.

I am going to "call out" Emma.

She's evil.

Evil!

Okay. Here we are.

Wednesday, June 29, Limo to Grandmere's

I am officially the worst person ever.

I went up to Emma's room and there were all these people in it.

Everyone was looking really sad.

I found Princess Lola and asked where Emma was.

She told me she was In her bedroom.

Emma was laying down, her face in the pillows. There was another girl sitting cross-legged on the bed next to her. She seemed to be comforting Emma.

"What?" She said all mean.

"Um. Hi. Can I talk to Emma?" I said.

"No. Not right now, kay?"

Emma lifted up her head so she could see who I was.

Her eyes were bloodshot and it was obvious she had been crying, but I ignored it. I had to do this.

"Camille, it's okay." She said in a tired voice.

Camille, her best friend, I remembered, got up and left the room.

Emma pushed herself up into a cross-legged position.

She smiled sadly and waited for me to begin.

The conversation went like this:

Me: Emma, what's going on?

Emma: My…my…-sniff-

Me: Whatever. I know what you've been doing.

Emma: -stands up- What do you mean?

Me: You've been getting info on me. You're doing to me what I was too nice to do to you. You're trying to ruin me.

Emma: What? I would never-

Me: I don't know what's going on with this weird Genovian-Renoslian feud, but I thought we were above it. I thought we were friends.

Emma: Mia, we are! I don't-

Me: Don't, Emma. Stop lying. Even though you are better at it than I thought you were. I thought you hated King Antoine. You were helping him with a "mission" this whole time.

Emma: I…I..-eyes tearing up-

Me: -feeling no remorse- I had no idea you were such a horrible person.

Emma: -runs out of room-

Camille: -comes in, curious- What happened?

Me: I exposed Emma of her evil deeds.

Camille: Evil-what? Are you crazy?

Me: She is helping the King of Renoslia try to destroy Genovia.

Camille: You are crazy, lady. Where is she?

Me: I don't know, she just ran out of here crying.

Camille: -goes out of room- Emma? EMMA! -comes back in- You jerk! She ran off! She could be anywhere!

Me: So?

Camille: She's an emotional mess, Emma is not one to act rationally when she's this upset!

Me: And she's upset because I exposed her of her evil deeds?

Camille: No, you idiot! Emma is not evil! She hates that stupid king and never would help him do anything! She is upset because her freaking parents just died!

Me: …

Camille: Move! -pushes me out of the way and heads for bed- Okay, she has her phone. I'm going to go find her! -runs out-

Me:…

After that, I sneaked out of the hotel and went to Grandmere's. I can't face those people.

Her parents died? The ones in Nevada? I can't believe I did that.

And according to her best friend, Grandmere was wrong. Emma is not evil.

But I am.