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A local ice cream parlour.

Eva walled in, ordering a cup of soy milk coconut fro yo.

Bea walked in and ordered a strawberry gelato. She sat down at a table and motioned for Eva to sit down with her.

"Er, Eva, there's something I need to talk to you about." Bea wasn't sure if this conversation would turn out well, but it was worth a shot.

Eva's expression turned cold and she set down her spoon. "What?"

"Well, just so you know, it's not about leaving the Glam Clan." Bea had noticed Eva's worry. "Well, I was doing some research on Luxembourg for a project. One of the books said that the royal family of Luxembourg's last name was Nassau. That was my first parents' last name." Bea bit her lip. Yep, this won't go down well, she thought.

"That's a lie. It was Moore. Right? Your foster parents were Emerson."

((Yeah, she'll keep it as Moore))

"Who ever said my parents' last name was Emerson? It was Nassau. It was always Nassau."

"You told me on the first day of school! " she accused. "Can you get it out of your head that you might actually MATTER? "

"Um, no. I understand that you've never dreamed as a child that you could be royalty. It was already right in your face for you. Oh, and also, look up in the royalty archives and look for the alias Emerson. It may surprise you what you find." Bea winked at Eva. Her hurtful words didn't bother Bea anymore.

Eva rolled her eyes. "But you wouldn't inherit the throne. New people rule it now, you're just a backup." Eva was sick and tired of people standing her up.

"Look, it' not like I even care about that aspect of it. What I'm most excited about is, well, it's kind of confusing, but not really. Well, my childhood best friend was the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Luxembourg, and we always wished we were siblings. Like all young friends long for. Maybe you've never experienced it? Come to think of it, I wonder if anyone liked you as a child." Bea knew that saying this might cost her a friendship, but there were always other people out there.

Eva looked at Bea lazily. "Maybe your parents are ashamed of you and don't want to claim you. And...." she re-applied lip gloss,"People adore me. So stop talking out of your a**, alright BB?" She stuck the gloss in her bag.

Bea wouldn't let herself get all teary-eyed about the subject of her parents like she had done last time. "Excuse me? I watched my parents die in front of me," she said fiercely.

"You've told me. So how could they be the Duke and Duchess?"

Bea rolled her eyes. "I'm not saying that they are the current Duke and Duchess. I'm just saying that they would be. BTW, this conversation is pointless, so how about you go ahead and agree with me and then you don't have to kick me out of your clique."

Piper walks in, "I AM THE QUEEN OF GALLIFREY!"

"So you're assuming that I'll agree that you're right, even though I am? Um, no." She pulled out her Prada Candy perfume and soaryed it as though warding away evil spirits. "Why does everyone assume I'll forgive and forget?"

"Go the f*** away Piper!" Eva snapped, throwing her fro yo on her.

Piper left, unharmed by fro-yo.

"Whatever," Bea shrugged. "And anyways, Eva, sometime you should look at yourself and think about how mean you actually are."
((Omg I'm fuming about how hard Eva is to get through xD))

(Piper, can you actually rp instead of doing "run-in~run-out" situations? Thanks! :))

"I may be mean...but at least I'm not a whiny orphan." She smirked. "Because who'd want to be like you, BB?"

"Uh, most of the population, i.e. Everyone who doesn't have $1,000,000,000 on their credit card right now, my fellow rich, spoiled brat."

"And also, since when have I ever whined at you?" Bea said, her tone getting colder.

She shrugged. "I'm not spoiled. Just fortunate." She paid their bill.

"Oh please BB. Stop with your 'Woe is me, let's act mean.' attitude- it doesn't suit you."

((Is it ok if Bea punches Eva? I/she has been itching to do it... XD))
"Eva, since when have I let you be in charge of my personality?"

"Nobody assigns it...I dictate whether you're acting terrible. "

(I wouldn't reccomend it...she has bodyguards....)

((Ok, I'll find something else to do to get Eva back.))
"I don't even know why I signed up for this. You're a terrible friend. You're a terrible person." Bea was close to tears, but she held them in for now.

Eva rolled her eyes. "And the act goes on! Blah blah blah. Sorry that I'm so popular! "

((#Mean girls))

((Ok, I'm really going to regret this later...will you permit Eva to let her back in if I decide Bea needs to get back in?))

"And that's why I'm leaving the Glam Clan." Bea grinned, threw her strawberry gelato at Eva, and ran away.

((What the heck do I think I'm doing? Oh well...))

Eva's bodyguatd caught the gelato with a beefy hand. Eva smirked. "Thanks for signing your death!"

(It needs to be a really dramatic and heartfelt apology :)))

((Don't worry, I'll have something ready ;)))
Of course, Bea couldn't hear Eva. She never wore high heels while near Eva, because it usually resulted in Bea running away.

Cyrilla walked into Scoops, taking off her Audrey Hepburn-esque red Pucci scarf tied around her head. She shook her hair loose. "One, um, cinnamon scoop? With hot fudge and nuts accompanied by plenty of whipped cream!"

Viv walked into Scoops, her mint green heels clicking as she walked. About five minutes ago she felt a craving for some froyo and now she was here.

((her out fit

"Isn't it bit cold for that outfit?" Cyrilla asked Vivi, pointing her spoon at her. "Never mind, lot at Chloé! "

Chloé was wearing jean shorts with a crop top that had sequined lips on them. "One vanilla bean fro yo stat!" She informed a boy.

"I never feel cold" Vivica said now turning to one of the workers saying "the usual" she said and they nodded. They knew what she preferred.

Chloé grabbed her small cup and sat down.

"Whatever- get hypothermia." Cyrilla shrugged. "Have you seen a boy named Drew around? I'm supposed to help him study here, as of ten minutes ago."

"No I haven't" Viv said as she took her cup, which was filled with chocolate yogurt, gummy bears and whipped cream.

At that moment Drew walked in with an expensive looking brown aviators jacket, blue jeans and custom made shoes. "Sorry I'm late he told Cyrilla as he orded a vanilla bean froyo with rainbow sprinkles.

"There he is. DREW! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TEN MINUTES AGO!" She yelled, even though scoops only had a few customers. She adjusted her faux fur vest and glared.

Chloé sat next down to Vivica. "Hello!"

"I got caught up in a phone call." Drew said as he took his cup and sat down with Cyrilla.

"Hi! I'm Vivica Juliana Edina Porexia" Vuv introduced herself to Clohé.

"With who? The blonde trailing you all week? Mackenzie?" she smirked, taking a big bite. "Now. What were you having trouble with, Loser of Russia?"

"I'm Chloé Ashley Westwood. You've probably heard of me?" she smiled. "You may call me Chlo Chlo or Ash as well."

"No, from my father. Princely duties call." he said while taking a bite. "Just test me or something" he then said while handing her the notes.

"You can call me Viv, or Vivi or whatever. And where might I have heard of you?" Vivica asked curiously

"Alright, Mr.High and Mighty. " She gave him an easy history question-"Who founded Vanderbilt Academy?"

"Magazines, radio, gossip- the usual!" She flashed Vivi a laser-brightened smile.