The Undercover Princess

Chapter 5

So there's me. Sitting wondering what those girls have against me and then

my mellow thoughts were disrupted by an extremely cute boy. He was staring at me. Well, more of a glance and look away and then look back kind of thing. But nonetheless, looking at me. I doubt the elderly couple in the corner had his attention. His hair was light brown, long enough to see his curls come out and the ends flip up. He was tall and lanky with piercing brown eyes. Those are the kind that seem black, they look so dark. He had full lips and zit high right on his forehead.

A chocolate cookie plopped in front of me.

"What are you thinking about?" He flashed me a smile.

He had walked over to sit himself at my table. I must have looked so silly sitting there by myself for 30 minutes. The embarrassment had finally set in.

"Your zit on your forehead."

His laugh was deep and real. I cringed. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say?

"What about it?"

"How perfectly normal it makes you." I said seriously. All the giddiness I had felt earlier seemed to be gone.

The corners of his lips turned up, "How dissapointing...when we all want to be different."

We sat in silence for a moment before he piped up, "You're a great conversation starter, you know that right?"

"It's easy when you know how to make friends so well!" I grinned and took a huge bite of cookie.

This was weird for me. I was myself, but totally not myself at the same time. Talking was easy, but joking was different. You get used to being serious all the time.

"I just wanted to say, don't worry about those girls. They go around with their noses in the air, acting like their mommy's the Queen of England. They get scared when someone new shows up on their turf."

HOW IRONIC!

I cracked a smile, "They have nothing to worry about. Thank you though. The cookie cheered me up. I think I might have to stop by this cute little sandwich shop another time if I could get a cookie again!"

"Cute little sandwich shop?" He scoffed,"It's a Subway. It's on every block. But I might be able to get you that cookie. No promises."

Alert Alert. Suspicion rising from cute boy. Of course this was a chain restaurant. Lily, you're in a mall.

"Well, I should probably head off, Evan. My mum is expecting me home!" I sighed.

The twinkle in his eye faded a bit. His smile slipped from genuine. The tiniest bit, the tiniest, but noticable. I thought maybe it-no-

Oh My God.

I let it slip. I let my accent slip.

He was catching on. How would I handle a whole summer of this? Grandmum was right. This was too risky. I just said the most English phrase ever. Who says mum in America. No one. My heart was beating so fast. Questions would come and I wouldn't know what to-

"Wait, how do you know my name?" He asked confused.

I could've laughed. I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Of course, I had panicked. I was already at the door handle, and I hadn't even noticed due to my busy thought. All he wondered was how I knew his name!

I smiled and winked, "It's on your name tag, dummy."

And with that I walked out the door.

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The only thing I got home with was less gas. As soon as I walked in the door, I knew it was different.

"Kelly? Kelly, what have you been up to while I've been out?"

In the kitchen, she leaned on the sleek island in the middle holding a casserole of some sort.  Next to her was a short, slightly plump lady who was happily telling her a story. You could she her rosy disposition from her cheerful smile compared to Kelly's 'help me I don't know what to do ' fake smile. Her fluffy blonde hair poofed out to an extreme I had never seen before.

"Ooooh! Your daughter calls you by your first name? How different!"

Kelly stared icily at me. I'm sorry, woman! I didn't know! There wasn't a car in the driveway or anything! I guess that means she's a neighbor.

"Yes, you could say we aren't the traditional family. We want to be parents, as well as friends."

Not traditional is right, I snorted. (So unladylike, excuse me.) We weren't family at all really, but close enough to pass.

The poofy-haired woman turned to me, seeming to accept Kelly's explanation, and enthusiastically shook my hand.

"You must be Emily, dear?"

"Indeed."

"So lovely, so lovely to meet you!"

This stirred up memories of balls and appearances were I would be known as Lily the Lovely. Now I was Emily Woods! A girl flirty and playfully and cheeky and bubbly and and...

"The pleasure is all mine." Too formal. That's a Lily thing to say. I knew, and Kelly knew it. The laserbeams shooting from her eyes didn't have to tell me that.

"This is Mrs. Sullivan! Our new neighbor. She has brought us a, um, dish to enjoy. Please put it in the fridge."

"Oh honey, you'll love it! My kids were so jealous when I brought it over here!" Mrs. Sullivan exclaimed.

Kids? What?

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Hey guys. I didn't want to write this anymore. (And for the longest time, I didn't) and then, OMG MIRACLE, I saw a comment or a vote here or there and it changed my mind. Right now it is kind of hard to make long chapters because I no longer have an outline for the story. Working on that. I will try to keep up with this! Please help me to! THANK YOU!! VOTE COMMENT HELP A BROTHA OUT