A/N: PLEASE NO ONE HATE ME I KNOW I'M AWFUL. It's been sixteen days I'm so sorry! I've been to Disney, and then school started! It's been too much. I promise I should update every weekend. I'm trying to get into the groove again. Question tiiimmme.

Wonderland212: Alice is oblivious. She's very independent and doesn't really think of anything as flirting or sexual, so she never understands that Mattie likes her

PJ: think doesn't cut herself because of Peter. It's more of who she is and what's in her head. Anxiety and depression is kind of something you can't control and can have nothing to do about what's going on around you. I have her say "I had to let it out" which is how I often see cutting described. You let out what's inside you and it's often a relief. It's not for a suicidal reason. (And I added Max in here for the sidekick idea you gave me. Olaf will appear soon)

Mary92: now my flower, I love you most. I adore Kenai! There's just so many people here. I'm hoping to maybe add Mulan and Pocahontas later, and squeeze Jim in some more.

Dramaqueen5611: YES IT WAS A REFERENCE. THANK YOU FOR GETTING IT MY LOVELY POTTERHEAD.

WARNING:

The chapter contains homophobic slurs and Flynn's dirty mouth. So beware before you enter.

(Belle)

I hadn't planned for it to happen. Neither of us had, in all honesty. Sometimes it made my head spin when I walked up the stairs to the library's attic, thinking of how we had gone from ignoring each other to this.

It had been stupid, me reading Romeo and Juliet silently one day, till I glanced up and saw him watching me. It was comically adorable, the way he was tucked at the table, head resting across his crossed arms.

"Well, don't stop," he'd complained. "Keep going."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized I'd been reading aloud. He impatiently gestured for me to continue. So, I cleared my throat and did.

He allowed me breaks for water when my throat hurt too much, and let me lay on his lap when I became cramped in one space. He played with my hair, only semi-distracting as it sent cold tremors down my spine, which he surely felt as I laid between his legs.

My throat was screaming when we had finished, and turning to him was shocking as I noted beads of moisture in his shocking blue eyes.

"It isn't sad, really," I had assured softly, my throat raw and pained. He swallowed.

"No, it is. I just shouldn't cry over things aren't real..."

He straightened, wiping his eyes.

"You're wrong."

His eyes flashed to mine, wide-eyed with the realization of how close we were.

"About?"

I had felt his hand on my neck and, oh God, was it warm and soft.

"It's real," I assured. "All the stories are real."

Then he kissed me.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel as if I was breaking apart.

(Flynn)

Gym lasted too long again today. Normally, I'd take a no-dress and just chill on the lawn whilst the fit-princes and butt-kissers do the work. But then there had been Sven when I walked into gym late, Kristoff walking behind me.

He blushed at our entrance, wiping at his red and obviously teary eyes.

Kristoff pushed past me immediately, cradling Sven's face in his hands that I had to admit reeked in a borderline homo kinda way.

"it's nothing-"

Then we saw his locker. And then Kristoff's.

'Fag' 'Gay' 'Homos'

Kristoff's gold eyes burned, and I felt the anger light in my veins. Sven started crying again-almost comical, this huge baby-man sobbing, if I wasn't about to go on a homicidal rampage.

"Flynn-" I heard one of them warn as stomped out off the locker room and into the courtyard.

There were a few basketball games going on. The prince's were over in their own group, gearing up for baseball tryouts later this week. Some girls were sitting along the sidelines, giggling while Calhoun and Amelia weren't looking (read: talking the wood shop teacher, Mr. Fix-It. Who obviously had a think for the Coach).

I heard Anna and Rapunzel yell out for me, but I was too busy shouldering my way through to the sparring ring.

Max. It was so obviously Max. Dumb, rich Maximus with his white hair that fell to his jaw and violet eyes (it was all really unnatural looking, despite most of the girls found him annoyingly attractive).

He shot me a shit-eating grin when he saw my anger. He wouldn't be so smug if my boot shoved his balls up his ass.

"Rider! Actually participating? Good show."

"I fucking know it's you, horseface."

His white eyebrows shoot up, barely visible on his equally white face. He looks like the goddamned White Queen of Wonderland is what he looks like.

"Whatever do you mean, Flynn? We've been out-"

"Cut the crap, Max. Leave Sven the hell alone, okay? He hasn't done shit to you."

Max cracked his knuckles, coming to tower over me. "I didn't particularly enjoy the shiner you gave me last week, Rider. Professor Yzma took a little too long to find the correct potion to heal it. I don't like being turned into a horse."

"Too bad, really," I said in my best 'hey-I'm-Maximus-the-rich-Horseface' accent. "it suits your horse teeth and your fat ass."

He's on me in less than a second, and I waste no time to shove my head into his ribs. I can hear the girls screaming, Kristoff even entered to pull chunks out of Max's hair like this was some chick fight.

Calhoun is on me quickly, and drags me away, practically throwing me. I blinked as my vision becomes clouded with the cliche cartoon dizzy stars.

Blondie leaned over me, screaming. At me.

"Are you crazy?! You could've been hurt!"

We both looked up as Anna starts yelling, taking both Kristoff and Sven to physically restrain her as she's swinging, trying to land a punch on Max, whose white skin and shirt are coated in an even amount of blood via his nose.

"Detention! Detention!" Amelia screamed over an over, as if it's going to make any of us JDs care.

I blinked again as I felt Rapunzel's hands combing through my hair.

"Flynn! Your head is bleeding! I think you might have a concussion... I'll walk you to the nurse-"

I chuckled, feeling wet, hot blood trickle down my face. "You gonna carry me, Blondie? I gotta think for guardian angels and lost causes."

Her green eyes are so filled of worry and concern I almost hugged her.

"You aren't a lost cause, Flynn."

I can barely hear her over the water in my ears before everything goes black.

(Kristoff)

Tap-tap-t-tap.

I scratched my wrist in an attempt to hear something other than Anna's foot angrily attacking the linoleum. She's positively steaming as we sit outside the Headmaster's office, waiting our turn to talk with him. Sven is in there now, telling his side of the story. Anna wanted to be in there, just to scream the truth (painted to protect my best friend, of course).

"Anna, calm down. Headmaster Mouse is a good man. I'm sure he's taking care of Sven."

"Yes, of course."

The boy at the desk piped up, holding out a tray of cookies. Anna glared at it angrily before grabbing one. Or twelve. (I've discovered her weakness is chocolate. She has a stash in her room).

The boy is probably twenty or twenty one, if I'm honest. His nose is slightly too big and his black hair is in a ponytail for goodness sakes, and he's wearing one of those big blouse-y shirts you see guys wear on the cover of romance novels. The placard on his desk reads "James". I thank him using his name, even, proud of my social interaction.

It felt like an eternity before the doors opened, Anna automatically springing to her feet.

James smiled cheekily at us. "The Headmaster will see you now."

I'd be lying if I said my stomach didn't bunch up at that sentence. It was very rare when someone saw the headmaster.

So I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see it wasn't him sitting at his desk.

The girl was tiny and pale, raven hair bunched in two curly buns under her neck. They were adorned with two obnoxious bows, red with polkadots. She was adorable, and part of me wondered if she was fifteen or thirty. Anna smiled widely at the woman, seeming to like the concerned and pitying look her face held. She pranced-literally pranced-over in her ridiculous neon yellow heels.

"Oh, poor dears, sweethearts!" She locked arms with both of us, leading us up to the massive oak desk with nothing less than a throne sitting behind it. Sven sat in front of it, red eyed and tired, but seemingly happy with a cup of milk in his hands.

"I'm Minnie," the woman supplied happily as she sat us down. "I'm sorry Mickey's out, he's always so busy, the poor thing. Would you like some tea, hot chocolate...milk?" She giggled at Sven animatedly, teasing him for his odd request. Anna jumped at the hot chocolate, and I followed suit much less enthusiastically.

"I really am so sorry about all of this mess," Minnie clucked. "We don't condone that kind of behavior here, and I'll make sure Mr. Maximus gets his punishment. He'll be scrubbing all those lockers clean, that's for sure."

Anna sniggered into her cup and Sven smiled admiringly down at her.

I schooled the envy pooling in my gut. People do not go around having urges to crush on their best friend's crush. It doesn't happen and it's wrong. Anna likes Sven. Anna-

"Kristoff, dear, you're okay, aren't you?"

I blinked. "Oh, um, yeah. It doesn't bother me a bit. Just worried it'll happen to someone else, you know?"

She smiled. "I do," she said in the animated squeaky voice. "You're all free to go, and I hope you have a magical day."

We rose, my eyes widening to saucers as I saw Sven grasp Anna's hand.

"Oh, and Princess Anna," Minnie beamed. "Do check up on your sister for me, will you?"

Anna's smile wavered. It wasn't a twitch or a tick.

It had been pain.

She swallowed. "I'll try."

She quiet all the way back to class.

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