So I watched Tangled today for like the hundredth time, and this idea popped into my mind. I know the plot might be a little far-fetched, but I like the idea of a modern Bade-fairytale :) This is my first attempt at an AU btw.

Disclaimer: Do I look like Dan Schneider? I don't think so.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Jadelyn."

The black-haired girl groans audibly, throwing back her head in annoyance. Then she faces her Pearbook again, glaring at the screen from which her father is watching her impatiently. He's busy as always, and not even today he can take more than a 5-minute break to speak to his daughter. Who happens to be at the other end of the world. "So can I or can't I?"

"No," Mr West says sternly and checks his Rolex watch. He's probably calculating how much money he loses every minute he wastes talking to her.

"It's my seventeenth birthday, Dad. Don't you think it's about time that I leave this damn mansion? Just for a few hours?"

"You can go spend some time in the garden. We had it renewed just last year, it should be good enough."

"I don't want the fucking garden," she hisses. "I know every freaking inch of it."

"Language, Jadelyn!"

Jade rolls her eyes. "Whatever."

"Look, Jadelyn, I have an important meeting in a few hours that I have to get ready for. Just behave, please, and don't do anything stupid." he says while fixing his silken tie, that probably cost as much as a small car. "I'll make sure to send you a nice new necklace or something. And happy birthday." With that he signs off and leaves Jade to herself again.

She slams her Pearbook shut and within the next two seconds it crashes into the perfect white wall to her right and splinters into more pieces than a laptop should have. But that doesn't matter anyway, because she has at least three other Pearbooks in one of her rooms. Or she could just order a new one. (Not that her father would notice anyway.)

"Fucking wonderful," she mutters and angrily pushes herself up from her chair.

The noise of her breaking laptop must have alarmed the housekeeper, Judy, and Jade sighs as the door to the living room, where the 'incident' had happened, slides open. "Is everything alright, sweetie?" Judy asks sweetly, looking a little concerned.

"No," Jade grumbles and kicks her broken Pearbook so that it slides across the floor, leaving a trail of mechanic dust on it. She likes Judy, she really does, (which isn't surprising, though, because she has been there all her life while her parents weren't), but she knows that Judy isn't much of a help when it comes to her problem. "Dad won't let me spend my birthday elsewhere."

"Oh honey," Judy says soothingly and pats her back. "You know how he is." And I can't help you, either, so just deal with the fact that you're trapped in your own house, Jade bitterly adds in her head.

"It should be a freaking crime," she says and stomps across the room. "To keep me here like this. It is not okay."

"I know, sweetie, I know. But there isn't really anything we can do about that, is there?" Judy gives her a weak smile.

"Forget everything," Jade groans and strides past Judy, out of the gigantic living room and up the marble staircase to her room, which isn't exactly small, either. She flops onto her puffy bed, running a hand through her black hair, careful not to accidentally pull out one of her blue streaks. Her eyes fall upon the window, the garden with its flowers and pools and trees and the huge wall surrounding it and shutting her off from the whole outside world, when a whole new thought crosses her mind. Maybe, if she tried really hard... Maybe she could take herself off, break out, maybe just for a day or two, then come back. Judy wouldn't tell her dad. And he's far away in Thailand. Or China. Something like that, she believes. As she observes a mockingbird jumping around in the big tree in front of her window, a plan forms in her head.

She can easily reach some of the bigger branches from her window and luckily, the tree is wide enough to reach the outer wall as well. Jade gets up from her bed and steps forward to the window to get a better view. It's a Friday, so there shouldn't be any gardeners lingering around today. The house is empty except for Judy and her, and the property is so big that it's almost impossible for them to coincidentally be at the same place at the same time.

Before she has even finished the thought, her body somehow manages to act without her brain's approval and she's climbing on one of the branches, careful not to accidentally slip and fall down the 10 feet to the hard ground. Her father wouldn't be pleased to have to take her to a hospital. Or more like, he'd be furious.

She makes it to the wall and carefully sits down on it. "So far, so good," she says smiling, then lets her glance wander down the plastered wall. It's a long fall, and she's positive that she'd at least break a leg trying to jump off it, if not more than that. But there's no other way to escape.

She's pondering over the chances of her getting to the ground alive, as a voice jolts her out of her thoughts. "What are you doing up there?"

She jerks at the unexpected noise. That's it, she thinks. I didn't even make it out of our property and they already caught me.

She slowly turns her head into the direction the voice was coming from, and spots a dark-haired boy who must be about her age staring up to her. He's wearing a yellow flannel shirt and worn-out blue jeans and it's impossible for her to read his expression. She snaps out of her temporary bewilderment and finds back to her Jade-like, strong self.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Taming lions?" she snaps.

He grins. "Well, it certainly looks as dangerous as that."

They stare at each other for a brief moment, before the boy speaks again. "I'm Beck."

"Jade," she replies.

"So, Jade," he says casually. "Any reason for you to sit on dangerously high walls like that?"

"Yes," is her blunt response. "I'm trying to get out."

"Get out of what?"

"My house."

He raises is eyebrows. "This is your house?" He points at the wall, because the height of it is making it impossible to even catch a glimpse of the mansion itself. But he can probably tell that no simple house would be hidden behind those massive safeguards.

"Yup."

"And you wanna get out."

"Yup."

"May I ask why?" he asks confused.

She sighs. She could tell him the long and dramatic story of the overprotected child now, or she could just keep it simple to avoid further questions. "Because it's my birthday and my dad won't let me go out."

"Really? That's not nice," he says. "Oh, and happy birthday."

"Yeah, whatever." She rolls her eyes. Then she realizes that she could just as well make use of this boy, now that he's here. "Hey, would you help me to get off this wall?"

"I would," he says. "But how am I supposed to do that? That thing's like ten feet high."

"You don't say," she taunts.

"Can't you just talk to your dad again? Maybe he'll rather let you out than have you breaking your neck while climbing off that wall."

"Yeah, I doubt it," she says. "And he's in Japan. Or Malaysia. Or something."

"Oh," Beck replies. "He's not home for your birthday?"

"No. Now will you help me or not?" she asks impatiently.

He thinks for a moment. "I can't right now, because my mom sent me to buy some things but... maybe I could come back in two hours," he eventually says.

Jade's face lightens. "Really?"

"Yeah, why not?" he smiles up to her.

"Alright," she says and vaults one of her legs over the edge of the wall, back on the inside. "I'll be waiting. Two hours. You better show up."

He grins. "I'll be there."

Sooo, what do you think? Is this worth continuing or not? It's up to you guys.
And I know that this might still be a little confusing at some points, but don't worry, you'll get to know further particulars as the story goes on. (That is, if I do in fact continue it.)

Oh yeah, I should probably add that I suck at multi-chapters, or rather at updating them regularly. But you probably know that if you have read any of my other stories. I still thought that I might give this a shot.

And I'm sorry if there are many mistakes in this. It's like 2:30am and I'm not really capable of using proper English at this time.