A Princess and Pauper Modern Fairy tale with One Direction

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Emma's POV

I had to do something. I knew that waitress would never agree to go along with the plan. But what if she had no choice. What if she was already on the plane ride back? Than maybe she'd change her mind. Once we left, I asked Paris if she had any in her purse. I know this might look bad but hey a girl has to do what a girl has to do. She nodded her head with a smile.

"Enough for her, out for the night and morning back to London."

I smiled. Okay so maybe this might seem a tad bit illegal. But once I bribed that Maggie girl with $100,000, she sure wouldn't refuse. I mean if it was I in her shoes who was only working a minimun wage job at some Pizza parlor and was already on the plane back, I totally wouldn't refuse the offer. I'm sure that would be enough money to cover her expenses for her house, food, or college, or whatever. Once we got to Dairy Queen, Peter, Paris, and I giggled.

"Okay so we drug her, then dye her hair, and buy color contacts dressing her up like you making sure that Greg thinks it's actually you on the flight back home and tell him you had a little too much to drink last night so he doesn't question why she isn't awake. Damn girl" stated Peter.

"And on the flight back when she wakes up we convince her to be you and teach her everything about you? And if she refuses we threaten her we will call the cops and tell them that it was her who planned this out all along. Sounds evil but I'm totally okay with", smiled Paris.

I loved Peter and Paris. Not only did they have my backs but they always had my backs. Sure this isn't as bad when I put bright green color dye in the Princess of Amsterdam's shampoo and conditioner. And I just knew she wouldn't refuse the offer once she had no choice.

As Paris showed me the pills in her bag I gave an evil laugh.

"Mwah ha ha ha ha ha".

Just then it was Maggie. She opened the door in the ice cream restaurant. As soon as she realized we were sitting in the corner at the restaurant, she walked over waving at us.

"Hello Maggie," said Peter.

"How was work," asked Paris.

She told us about one of her friends' grandma being in the hospital.

"That's too bad. Say how about I go get us some milk shakes. What kind would you guys like?"

"Vanilla," said Peter.

"Strawberry," said Paris. Maggie reached into her backpack to hand me $5. "Chocolate", she said as her blue eyes sparkled at the word. I refused to take the five dollars from her. "Please," she said, " I have a job. I can afford a shake."

"But it was I who invited you and I wanted to buy you icecream".

"Fine", she said as she shrugged, "Then I will just have to treat you next time". I doubt she'll ever treat me to ice cream again after tonight but okay.

With that I left the table. Paris and Peter did a good job keeping Maggie busy with questions so she wouldn't pay any attention to me while I drugged her shake. I walked up to the cash register once it was my turn to order. It was a pretty long line.

"Um two strawberry milkshakes, one chocolate milk shake, and one vanilla milk shake please". The guy at the register nodded. "That will be $13.54 please," he said. I handed him my credit card and waited for the shakes to be done. Once they were all done, I walked over towards the straws and napkins section in over away form Paris, Maggie, and Peter's table. With my back against them, I put the pills in Maggie's shake then I waited for them to dissolve quickly while putting straws in the other drinks. Once that was done, I walked back over the our table.