primadonna girl

emerald: paging princess peach, paging princess peach

emerald: did i see a certain prince leaving our apartment the other morning? or was i sleep walking??

amelia: 👀👀👀👀

amelia: depends on who you saw

Once upon a time, I had a silly little schoolgirl crush on one Miss Ava Pendragon. She took my breath away the first time I saw her and so ensued some very conflicting feelings that a young Amelia had to sort through, but at the end of the day, she saw me as no more than her friend’s little sister, and still does to this day, so that ship sailed long ago. Either way, I was, like, super subtle with my crush, so I doubt she ever even noticed.

Easy. 

I’ve always believed Ava to be beautiful. Emerald’s the most gorgeous woman to walk the face of the earth, and Bridgette is just so jaw-droppingly hot, for lack of better word. 

As for the men, well, Baron’s certainly on my list, if only because I do love a man with a fashion sense. Plus, have you seen his eyes? Ahem, moving on, Callum’s certainly a looker, and he will never hear me say this to his face, but that Josh Gaston certainly has some redeeming qualities. Six, in fact, one for each of his abs. 

With only her brother’s emotional state weighing on her mind, she hadn’t even the slightest idea on how Triss was handling everything, if at all. She hadn’t a moment to catch the other girl on her own until sometime later into the night, just when things were reaching their lull. Only then did Amelia find her and with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she said, “I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but you look stunning, Triss.” She stepped closer to her, her voice lowering to keep others from eavesdropping as her smile dimmed, the slightest crease forming in between her brows as she softly said, “It isn’t all you thought it’d be, is it?”

AMELIA: Hey.

AMELIA: I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me or my family at this moment in time, but I just want to you know that I'm here for you, if anything, okay?

When she finally found a moment to herself, the first person on her mind was Mitchell, and she sought him out through the crowd, politely pulling him from what he was doing before she settled in front of him. She worked to smooth the lapels of his suit as her eyes searched for any indication on his face that gave way to how he truly felt. The faintest smell of alcohol resonated from his person, and she wished for nothing more than to go right up to Adam to give him a piece of her mind once more, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Not here, anyway. “Should we get some air?” she asked, wondering if he needed a moment away from the festivities and away from the watchful eyes of others. 

amelia eloise roux’s closet.

BRIDGETTE: Yes girl. Screw boys. What are they good for except holding your bags during shopping trips? Nothing. Most can't understand how to take a normal picture to save their lives, they can't find a balance between too little or too much cologne, and they have a horrible habit of breathing from their mouths. They're like a five year old. Pathetic.

BRIDGETTE: Oh I doubt she'd mind at all. Plus she has a boy toy and I bet if I told her about this in advance she'd even offer to spend the night wherever he lives.

AMELIA: You sound like a woman scorned, but you begrudgingly have a point. Is there someone new I should know about, or is this just your general distaste for most men speaking?

There were boxes almost up to the ceiling throughout her apartment from Amelia, but she wouldn’t want it any other way. The girl was just as extra as she could be, and they wouldn’t be elite princesses without their high maintenance qualities. But unpacking could be saved for tomorrow, for now, it was time for quality time with one of her favorite people. Emerald could be a little selfish, of course, but when it came to Amelia was so especially so. With her absence over the last year, she was just waiting on the day that her bestie came back, and now that she was and she was LIVING with her? It was paradise. Soon enough, she came through her door and she beamed a sunny smile her way, “Ugh, don’t we all. Luckily, as far as cleaning goes, I have a maid come and tidy up once a week. So, least we have that covered. And I’ll help you unpack….tomorrow, right now, I need my Amelia time. C’mere.” 

Her arms stretched out wide, smiling when the princess crawled onto her large bed, curling up beside her and automatically putting her at ease. Fingers automatically coming up to comb through her best friend’s hair, she laughed a bit at what she said, “Beauty, brains, and magic? Really, it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the world, you’re right. Besides, you have enough money to buy some stuff if things don’t go your way, which hardly ever happens anyways.” Emerald reminded her, shooting her a look with a little smile, moving a bit to face her as she took her hands, “Well, that’s tough. I wish I could like, know what people are thinking. That way I can know people’s intentions and if they are gonna hurt me or someone I care about-” Pausing, she rolled her eyes and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling, “Genie always told me and my family if we need anything, he knows some people but…my folks don’t want to rely on wishes and stuff.”

There were so few people who could make her feel as at ease as Emerald. From the moment their paths crossed, it was as if they were destined for one another, two halves of one whole, the stars in her sky. Everything could fall to pieces, but Amelia’s worries would melt upon a few kind and gentle words coming from her lips. It was how she found herself now, shoulders un-tensing the second she felt Emerald’s fingers brush through her hair, allowing herself to revel in the feel as she listened to her speak. 

It was true; seldom did things go awry for Amelia, always someone willing to bend to the princess’ will upon the slightest of pouts or the flash of her platinum credit card. Still, it was nice to imagine, if only for a moment, that she could make things fall into place with only a swish of her hand. “Like with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named,” she said, referring to Dev, but she didn’t want to be so bold as to say his name aloud and risk ruining the moment, “would’ve been nice to know his intentions before it all went down, but that’s why I’m here, to help you weed out the good from the bad. Nothing less than the best for my heart.” 

“Why are they adamant you don’t? Is that not part of the reason they fell in love?” she asked, following after Emerald and resting back against the bed, though she intertwined their fingers to still keep her close. “What’s the worse that’d happen? You’d wish for world peace? For a puppy? For a man who’s kind and handsome and thoughtful and always puts you first?” The latter of the suggestions made her burst into a small laugh as she said, “On second thought, you may have to put me in touch with Genie to put me in touch with his people, because I know what I’d wish for.”

On some level Liv wasn’t quite sure what to expect with Amelia. Given their distance since she had fought against the arranged marriage to her brother (and even before that, really), there was definitely a world in which Amelia could have received her frostily… but Liv was 100% sure that it had been drilled into Amelia, just as it had been drilled into her, that such a reception amongst family friends was not regal.

They were way more likely to grin and bear it.

Was that what was happening? Liv couldn’t help but question as she mentally noted Amelia’s actions before taking the offered seat across from her, offering a genuine smile in return to the girl’s words. “You look well too, Amelia. It’s nice to see you around again.”

And it was nice. It wasn’t Liv trying to butter her up while having an awkward conversation. She was genuinely happy to be speaking to her. “We just haven’t talked in a while. I wanted to see how you’ve been,” Liv began, doing her best to settle in for what would hopefully be a decently long conversation that did not end in a rejection of what she was about to propose.

“Also I have a question I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit, and time is… definitely running out for me to ask it.”

Her smile only grew upon Olivia’s words, feigning modesty as she dismissively waved a hand, saying, “You’re too kind.” Amelia knew she looked good; it was a pointed effort she had made every morning since arriving back to Auradon -- no hair out of place, just the right shade of lipstick, and a pair of shoes so beautiful, it’d drive any princess green with envy that they didn’t have it in their own possession. It made her feel... grounded. Like she knew where she stood, even if all else whirred past her head so quickly. 

“I’m doing better now than when I initially arrived,” she admitted, taking her cup between her hands, still warm to the touch. With a shrug, Amelia said, “I lived in the dorms for about a week and could only barely manage. Gods bless Emerald for suggesting we live together, otherwise I’m not sure the obnoxiously loud person in the dorm next to me would’ve made it out alive.” She rolled her eyes, but she laughed despite herself. “Since then, I’ve just been trying to focus on myself. It’s, uh-- it’s a work in progress.” 

"How are you, though? Tell me what’s going on in the life of Miss Olivia White, and spare no detail, darling,” she was quick to shift the subject, raising her drink to her lips to take a small sip. Upon her question, Amelia raised a brow in question, wondering what exactly she could possibly ask of her. “Oh?” she said, “Color me intrigued. What’s up, Liv?”

I’ve been in love before – both with someone and with the mere idea of love. Neither necessarily worked out for me so much, but I hope to know better for the next time someone else should steal my heart, if ever. Love at first sight is what we’ve heard of in our parents’ stories, but I’m not sure if I believe it was just that. Sometimes your heart knows they’re meant to be something to you before your mind catches up, so I believe more in… connection at first sight. In the ‘you’re-going-to-be-someone-important-to-me’ at first sight. Whether it blossoms into romantic love is another story, though a girl can only hope – not, uh, me, exactly, since I’m doing this thing where I focus more on myself than any boy at the moment, but for someone else, it’d be beautiful. 

Andie: I like to think so 💞 and you can borrow all the sweats. Somehow I'm sure you'll make it high fashion. Let's be real. You could wear a trash bag and make it look good.

Andie: I'm gonna find some dumb comedy with Jonah Hill or for background noise and we can put those facemasks you like on each other

Andie: AFTER we eat. Those things are so gross when you get them in your mouth. Do NOT want a repeat of last time lol

Andie: I'm proud of you for turning a new leaf. No going backwards!! Only forwards!! Onward to better things ☺️

amelia: well, athleisure wear has already made its comeback before me, even if it's merely glorified gym clothes that just barely pass the threshold of being appropriate enough to go to the market in, but i digress. you flatter me. please, feel free to keep going. 💁‍♀️

amelia: i trust you to find the dumbest comedy with jonah hill you can get your hands on. and yes, face masks AFTER we eat, though seeing you learn it was a mistake firsthand was probably the funniest thing i'd ever seen in my life. you're cute when you're clueless, darling.

amelia: and you, too. this semester is almost over, and the next will be the best yet because i'll be here to cheer you on the whole way. it's you and me against the world.

At one point, I’m sure I thought of something to that extent. But now my brother is king, and, well… there aren’t many people I trust as much as I do Mitchell. I trust his heart and that it’s in a good place. Given that it was his own decision to form the council to aid him in his reign, I also trust that he has a good head on his shoulders. I may have thought that at some point, but now, after everything, my brother has my utmost faith and support. He’ll be a good king to us all. 

Short answer, no. Long answer, being in the spotlight as I am, the last thing I’d want is for someone to make a fool of me or my family’s name by stepping out on our relationship. I’d want to be with someone I could trust, more than anything. Someone who I know would want to protect not only my reputation but my family’s reputation as well. And then on a more personal level, if someone were to find that sort of fulfillment outside of our relationship, be it physical or emotional intimacy, then I wouldn’t want to be with them in the first place. I want to be with someone so completely infatuated with me, which I don’t think is too far-fetched a request.