A/N And now (echos) it's time for..... CHAPTER TWOOO!

Now you're going to get to know Princess Emma.

And someone else who else who is important to the story. -suspicious music-

I don't own the Princess Diaries. Or.. you know, Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Do you have to say you don't own something if you only mention it once in the story?

Review, no? No. The answer that question is yes.


Thursday, June 23, Bathroom of some random coffee shop

So, because it was obviously going to be another boring day, I was going to surprise Jared at work today. (He works at this random coffee shop)

To bad someone else was already surprising him.

His best friend Linda was already there.

I'm not jealous. Linda and Jared have been best friends forever, kind of like Lilly and I, except for the not-being-friends-anymore part.

I trust them. Plus, Linda's really nice, and I consider her a friend too. She's so much fun to hang out with-she knows where all the cute little Asian shops are.

I was just a little disappointed. I wanted to be Jared's big surprise for the day. He says I was, but I know it's not the same because Linda came first.

He's making me this one really yummy coffee that tastes like strawberries and then him, Linda, and I are going for a walk after he closes up.

Friday, June 24, My bedroom

I am now packing to go back to the unpronounceable hotel where I am having a slumber party with a depressing, bad liar, long lost, twelve year old.

Wish me luck.

Friday, June 24, Hotel with the unpronounceable name, here after known as HWTUN, bathroom of suite number 204

I am noticeably more depressed than I was when I left the loft.

On the way to The HWTUN, Grandmere reminded me of what my "mission" was tonight.

I told her "Whatever, Grandma."

After she stopped freaking out about "How many things were wrong with that sentence", we had pulled up to the HWTUN.

We found out what suite number I was staying in and we went up to the top floor where it was.

When we walked up to the room, there was loud music pulsing from the door.

It was like, REALLY loud.

Grandmere knocked on the door and was all, "Hello? Is anyone in there?" All sweetly.

We heard Princess Emma and some other guy fighting on the other side of the door.

The guy was all, "Turn it off!"

And Princess Emma went, "Why? They don't even like me. Why should I care?"

"Princess, do it! Turn it off or I'll call the King!"

"Don't call me Princess!" But the music turned off.

Some balding guy opened the door. He said his name was Andrew and his job was to help Princess Emma become a proper Princes like her sister, Lola.

Grandmere was all, "Where is the little angel?"

And Andrew went, "Um, in her room, I think. Let me fetch her."

From the room he went, we heard them fighting in hushed tones.

"Right now, Emma!"

"No!"

"Princess, behave yourself!"

"I refuse!"

"If you are not afraid of the King, maybe I should make a call to Nevada…"

"Fine!"

Princess Emma and Andrew came out of the room, Emma was panting and looking all mad. Her curls were in her face.

But Andrew looked as if nothing had happened. He was smiling all fakely. He said he was sorry about the ruckus and that we had just missed the King who was in a big hurry.

Andrew said he was taking the night off and that he would escort Grandmere to her limo.

He said that for dinner, we had full access to the food bars and to room service. And there are lots to do for entertainment.

They left with a "Ciao, ladies!" and we were alone.

We didn't even have a bodyguard because we were suppose to stay in all night.

Emma and I stood there just staring at each other for a while.

But eventually, I excused myself to the bathroom.

Emma just turned her music back on.

She seems like a trouble maker.

Note To Self: Rid hotel of all candles, water guns, and mysterious liquids, just in case.

Friday, June 24, Bathroom of New York Pizza Pies

Other than how cute she is, everything I assumed about Emma is FALSE.

I had thought she was this bratty, snobby, little girl who liked to make peoples' lives miserable.

Well, she is like that. But not really? I don't really get it. But Emma seems to have it all planned out.

After I came out of the bathroom, I asked her very politely if she could turn down the music.

She turned it off and just sat on the floor where she was standing, but she turned around to look at me.

The conversation we had went like this:

Emma: So, Princess Amelia-

Me: Just Mia.

Emma: Mia. What do you want from Antoine?

Me: -nose flaring- What do I want? Wait, you call your dad Antoine?

Emma: That man is not my father. And don't change the subject.

Me: Wow, you're one of those really smart kids, aren't you?

Emma: -narrows eyes-

Me: -is suddenly scared for life- Um, well actually, I don't know. It's my grandmother. She says I have to find out the real story or whatever.

Emma: Oh. Well it's not that interesting. I guess I'll tell you. All you had to do is ask.

Me: Your da-The King wouldn't be upset?

Emma: Yup. I'm pretty sure he will be. But I don't care. And he never said I couldn't tell anyone.

I sat on the floor in front of her and she began to tell me this horrible, depressing, story.

So apparently, King Antoine had an affair with some French maid when Princess Lola was about 10 years old. Queen Rosaline didn't know about it until the French Chick showed up with Emma.

It was going to ruin them, they couldn't have this French lady walk around saying her kid was the King's.

So they paid her off.

The French lady never had to lift a finger again. Especially since the deal was, she never had to pay for anything ever again if she kept shut about Emma existing. They even sent Emma to a orphanage in Nevada.

They made sure Emma went to a good family though. And Emma says she loves them and that she misses them so much.

Every year, on Emma's birthday, the King would send her all this cash and all these toys.

Emma's mom and dad always just told her that the money was from her birth father who came into some money after they let her go and felt guilty about it.

Emma never asked to meet him, and her parents never offered.

Princess Lola-who I just realized looks nothing like Emma, with her blonde hair and blue eyes. They totally have different moms-never knew about her half-sister. But after Queen Rosalind died, she was going through her papers, and found a letter to Emma's parents.

Princess Lola was furious and threatened her dad to tell everyone if he wouldn't let Emma come live with them.

King Antoine got some really good lawyers, and despite what Emma wanted, got full custody of her.

Emma says she's not mad at Lola though. She knows Lola's heart was in the right place.

It's just King Antoine she doesn't like.

That man is not her father, she says.

Her father lives in Las Vegas, Nevada with her mother, she says.

Emma says no one knows she knows the truth. She says everyone thinks she's naturally a brat and not that it's antagonized.

I told Emma that she must never tell anyone about this. Ever. That she could ruin everything for the King.

She said she didn't care.

I said, "What about Lola? Once Antoine is gone, Lola has to clean up the mess."

Emma was quiet then and I told her I promised not to tell anyone, either.

Emma said she was hungry so I told her that we could go get some pizza.

She was all, "I thought we weren't suppose to leave."

And I went, "Well, I didn't think you would care."

Then Emma rolls her eyes and goes, "I'm not a bad child, Mia. I'm quite the opposite, really. I'm just being horrible to get on Andrew and Antoine's nerves."

So I went, "Well this will really get them mad, now won't it?"

We walked to New York Pizza Pies-it's not far, and it's not even completely dark yet-and I got to know more about her.

I learned that she loves to read and that she likes music. She loves Las Vegas, but if she had to live somewhere else, it would be California. Her and her mom go there all the time. There's so much to do with the beach, Disney Land, and so on.

I learned that she wished that her birth father were really an Airbender or something, rather than a king.

I learned she is a bad liar because of her lack of lying.

I learned that she really hates being "such a juvenile delinquent"-as she had put it- but does it anyways around Antoine and Andrew because she knows they hate it more.

All and all, I really like the girl. And she says she likes me too.