"Hey are you nearly done?"
"I need time and quiet, Flynn." Aladdin hushed back to his partner in crime, who was on the lookout. Flynn didn't always join in with Aladdin's extracurricular activity (Eugene probably got in the way) but when he did show up, a lot of process could happen. They have already 'borrowed' a phone, a bottle of coke, 2 packed lunches and a set of motorbike keys that had all been on the floor… of the person's locker. At the moment, they were trying to pry into the locker of the richest pupil at Castle High – Jasmine. Earlier, Al had seen her leave a very expensive headband on the top shelf. The Stabbington brothers would be impressed with this find. "I need to concentrate on remembering the last number."
Flynn checked his watch impatiently. "You've only got a few minutes, mate."
Come on, Al. Just think. He'd managed to do it before. Last year, the principal had found out that Aladdin had managed to break into every locker so the lockers had to be changed. Being a school, the security hadn't changed a simple padlock that they changed every term. It was the beginning of the term and Al had already raided all the lockers. He was just too good.
5, 27 …. 16. CLICK! "Got it, Flynn. Are we just taking the…." Behind the headband was a simple golden lamp that you would find in the stories of 'Arabian Nights'. Nothing stood out or would make you wish to gaze upon it but Aladdin couldn't help reaching out to get it before shutting the door. Sometimes the plainest of things can be the most worthy. Subconsciously, he rubbed it hoping a genie would pop out grant three wishes.
"Al, that's not what we came after – the brothers would want the headband."
"Then they are going to have to get it or you are going to have to get it yourself. Maybe for once, they should get their hands dirty."
Flynn shakes his head, "We didn't have to give them the headband. Give them the slip. Hide it at the house until we have a buyer. I've got a lot of things hidden."
"Well, that explains why they don't like you."
Screeches of chairs erupted down the whole corridor before the bell for lunch rang. Flocks of students stampeded out of each classroom, all unique from one another. At Castle High no one tried to be the same as everyone else – people here expressed themselves whether that was by hair colour, fashion sense and/or personalities. "I'll see you after 6th period in the parking lot. Eric gets to his motorbike –"
"That's Eric's?" Flynn repeats, raising his hands in protest. "Sorry Aladdin, Eric is a good friend of mine. I'm not stealing anything of his. I will see you at the House." Al watched his friend run down the hall to catch up with Kida. Flynn made every move possible on Kida over the 3 years they have meet and she still shots him down. The stupid fool just can't take no for an answer.
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Middle of September and it was roasting. You could break an egg on the concrete pavement to cook it. But the worst part of being stuck in school while it's like the Sun is dancing on the Earth's surface, is the school bus. There is no air conditioning; the leather seats stick to your clothes or skin; people are squashed together increasing temperature and the smell of unpleasant BO would drift to your nose making you wonder who's sweaty pits they were coming from. Fortunately the smell was not in the air at the moment but looking up, over her work, Ariel saw her worst enemy.
Eric. Everything about him, gave her a vile taste in her mouth. Ariel couldn't see why people befriended him? Eric was impolite, obnoxious, vain and incredibly arrogant. Since they meet in freshman year – back in Middle School – he has persisted in making Ariel's life hell. He'd have to sit next to her in every class they had together and try to talk to her about some crap that was happening in his life. Unfortunately, she could not tell Eric to go away and he used it to his advantages – he saw it drove her crazy. But what had to top off the already high hatred tower: his annoyingly good looks. She'd often gaze upon him in lunch or when he'd shut his face during lessons. Once when in English, the sun hit his face perfectly enhancing his chiselled features. The light added blue highlights to his short messy black hair and his icy blue eyes sparkled more than when he had his cheeky smile plastered on his face. Since that day Ariel has gazed upon a side of Eric that she nor has anybody else seen before, making her want to find that Eric. "Hi, Gabby. Mind if I sit next to the window."
Before she could even respond with an action, he'd already started to move over her. Bag in face, foot stepped on and her textiles project nearly crushed she couldn't help but punch him in the arm. It was a good punch. "Christ, you've got an arm on you." Eric mumbled rubbing his arm. "Must be all that swimming you do, Gabby."
Gabby. Only Eric calls her Gabby and it irritates her to the bone. It gnaws at the back of her brain, digging at her soul, trying to get a response. For seven years Ariel has had to put up with this vile nickname, mocking her inability to speak. She despises that 'name' as much as …. Adam hated a person trespassing into the West side of the House. Gabby.
The grumble of the engine and the sudden jolt from the vehicle woke everyone up to grab onto something, in case of a crash – no seatbelts can be really unnerving. "So listen, here's the thing. I know Aladdin has stolen my motorbike so could you get it back for me. Please." Ariel ignored him and went back to her fashion illustration she had been working on. Throughout her personal sketchbook was loads of outfits for her, all the teachers (even the evil ones) and all the House members. It has always been her dream to create clothes for people to wear. Just imagine, walking around or eating in a restaurant and there is someone wearing your creation. To Ariel, that is what would make her happy – might even help her start talking again. "Please, Gabby. You live with the guy. Hit him in the arm; beat him up until he gives you the keys. I don't care how you do it, just get it back."
Get it yourself!, she wrote on her sketchbook paper.
"That's the first time you've ever 'spoken' to me."
It's true. She was making real progression with her treatment with Mr Walt. When she first arrived at the House, he thought she had Progressive Mutism as Ariel could not even speak to her family members but since Mr Walt has suggested on imagining a happy place, she has been able to write words down. Ariel may never be able to speak but being able to text or write notes to others has given her a 'voice'.
Eric chuckled, "I guess that means, you don't hate me anymore."
I still hate you, dumbass.
"You're mean." He smiled, nudging her in the side. "I preferred you when you were mute, Gabby."
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Urgh, school. Every year, month, week and day was just the same. You have to wake up ridiculously early just to endure the same subjects with the same boring teachers and, then after spending 8 hours cooped up in a dull room, there's 4 hours more learning doing homework. 12 hours! That's half a day wasted. Urgh school. It was clear Naveen hated it. Loathed it. The only thing that helped him pass through the day was the social life. He got on with everyone and vice versa. People knew and respected him. There hadn't been a single party he hadn't attended to since his freshman year. Not that Naveen liked to boast but having a title made you popular, especially one that in line to the throne. Prince Naveen of Maldonia – has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
"Are you listening, Naveen?" Mr Walt, the therapist, asked interrupting Naveen's thoughts. Walt wasn't a complicated man or one that really stood out. His whole appearance just seemed like he'd walked out of a black and white film: clean cut, well-spoken and all his clothes were tailored fit. The only thing, in his office, that expressed his personality was his drawings of anthropomorphised ducks, mice and dogs each having a different name with an 'interesting' back story to them (that was if you could be bothered to listen). They were his prized possessions, especially the male mouse driving a boat. Mr Walt had even drawn all of the house members (past and present) in his own cartoon drawing style. Naveen looked rather dashing in his 1920s attire. "Can you stop gawking at yourself?!"
The tone and order in his voice woke Naveen out of his own trance. Things must be serious. "Sorry Mr W, I'm listening."
A subtle nod of thank you was expressed before the shrink spoke up, "The principal at Castle High phoned. Your grades are slipping below what your parents and I are happy with."
"These grades are?"
"You are at a C grade average."
"It's a pass, no?"
Mr Walt shook his head while stirring his cup of tea. "Your parents are concerned you are not working hard enough. The last time your parents visited you promised them you'd get a job before their visited again. It's been nearly 6 months since then. Every time they ring, I'm lying through my teeth saying it's hard to find a job these days. Why do you not want to get a job?"
Naveen shrugged, sinking back into his seat. Last time his parents came, they froze his bank account from any withdrawals. He had money. Naveen didn't understand why he needed money now. Why did he need to get a part time job, getting minimum wage, when after university he could earn thousands? To him it was an unnecessary hassle. "If you want my grades to improve, surely having a job will lower them even more."
"All we are expecting is a few hours on a Saturday or after school one night. Not a lot just something that could help you with your condition."
"Should have known," he huffs crossing his arms. "There is nothing wrong with me."
"Your grandiose delusions seem to be getting worse, Naveen. Every day you are getting more adamant that you are a Prince. Yes, your family has a huge amount of money but your parents work. So I have decided that-"
A light knock on the door disrupted Mr Walt's speech. "Miss Pot's told me you wanted to see me." Again he should have known eventually the inevitable was going to happen. If Naveen couldn't do it himself then he was going to be forced to work - by joining the hardest working resistance at Disney House, Tiana. Somehow she managed to do her school work, homework, volunteer at the hospital and have 2 different shifts at various cafés. Tonight she wasn't working – the blue waitress uniform she had to wear for her usual night shift at Cal's restaurant – but that wouldn't stop Tiana. She'd end up helping Miss Pot's cook the dinner, do the laundry and iron the clothes for everyone.
Mr Walt smiled, pointing the chair next to Naveen. "Please sit down." She attentively sat down unsure of what she'd been asked for. Her and Naveen never really crossed paths – neither knew about one another. Naveen tried to make small talk to her, like he would to ever beautiful girl he gazed upon, but she didn't take interest so he just left her. "I have called you in here, Tiana, to tell you that Naveen will be going to all your work placements and every time you do voluntary work at the hospital."
They both protested. Naveen couldn't work. A royal can't work, it's not right – they have servants to wash their clothes and even brush their teeth. Naveen wasn't supposed to clean dirty dishes or wait on others. Imagine, Prince Naveen the bus boy. A continuous shiver ran down his spine. But looking at Mr Walt, who had reclined back in his office chair with a very smug expression on his face, his mind was set.
"Tiana, this will go on your school record and will help you get into a good culinary university. Your employers have even offered to pay you almost double if you teach Naveen everything you know." Mr Walt leaned forward crossing his arms on the desk, "Surely you could do with the extra cash, and it's going to help you get closer to your restaurant. Isn't that what you want? 'Tiana's Place' will be here sooner."
"Fine." She huffs as she stands up. "You might as well get on top of your homework now, Naveen because you won't be able to do it over the weekend or tomorrow night."
"What? I don't have a weekend! Meg has a huge party I have to attend to."
Tia just shrugged her shoulders, "I will see you tomorrow afterschool, your highness." A huge smile appears on her face, "Oh and just to pop your bubble even more, your car has gone back to your parents so…"
"I'm gonna to have take the bus?!" Naveen panics. He'd have to ride with the commoners. Sit where they've sat with chewing gum stuck on the seats, fast food on the floor and dirt everywhere you touch. His designer expensive clothes would be ruined. "Okay I will work but I'm never ever getting on public transport."
Tiana waves goodbye leaving the office room shouting, "Welcome to the real life."
"Hey, wait up!" Naveen yelled back. He got up quick as a flash nearly stumbling over the chair he'd be sitting in – thankfully Mr Walt was too busy trying to fish out his drawing equipment from his desk drawers. She hadn't gotten far. "Tiana, listen…"
"No, you listen." She interrupted as her arms crossed. "I will see you here, at this time, tomorrow. If we are late for our shift, we will either have no shift or we will not be paid an hour's wage. Be here!"
Theatrically, Naveen coughed, "Stick in the mud."
"What?" The Tia he knew and saw wasn't this person in front of him. Never did she look cross or upset with anyone. Tiana was just simply, 'nice' – no matter how much you rattled her bones she'd still smile. Actually, as Naveen recalled on her behaviour, it was always standoff-ish towards Naveen. Was she jealous of his wealth? Did she hate the fact he could just click his fingers for something and it would be there? Or was there a subconscious attraction she had towards Naveen? "Let's get something straight here. Unlike you, I have had to work my ass off to save money for my restaurant and I'm still not close for any down payment. You can easily go home to your ivory castle."
In a hushed voice, Naveen corrected her. "It's polished marble."
"Oh I'm sorry, your majesty, I didn't mean to insult you." Tia sarcastically put curtsying, before turning into the kitchen to help Mrs Pot's with the dinner. When Tia didn't work it would be Gumbo night – the tastiest dish ever. Her face popped from around the door, smiling. "Come on, Naveen, I'll teach you how to mince mushrooms."
Externally he groaned – his body sinking ever so slightly like a reluctant child. But somewhere in his subconscious, Naveen was looking forward to it (he'd never admit that) because he'd never learnt anything that could be beneficial to life. At home, servants would drive him places, iron his cloths, cook dinner and would even brush his teeth. Maybe Tia was going to help him escape his grandiose delusions after all. Just maybe.
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A/N ... so this is completely new to me. I haven't written a story in a very long time - 'Zero is my Vampire Knight' I finished that on wattpad a year ago now. Anyway this is my new new story about the lovely Disney characters. Some of the characters live in a House for teens with mental disorders. I know its a bit out there and very crazzzy but I'm really enjoying written it. I'm going to help you guys out with written down who's in the House and for what reason. I'm also adding what year in high school they would be:
Rapunzel - Avoidant personality disorder (reclusion) (sophomore)
Eugene Fitzherbert - Dissociative identity disorder (i.e. Flynn Rider) (junior)
Aurora - Kleine-Levin syndrome or Sleeping beauty syndrome (sleeping for days and days) (senior)
Ariel - Progressive/selective mutism (junior)
Tiana - generalised anxiety disorder (uncontrollable irrational worry about money (i.e. her restaurant) (junior)
Naveen - grandiose delusions (delusion of being a Prince) (junior)
Belle - Schizophrenia (seeing candlesticks and clocks talk. And Adam being a beast) (sophomore)
Adam - Intermittent explosive disorder (Gets mad very quick. He's the Hulk but with fur) (senior)
Aladdin - Kleptomania (constant need to steal) (sophomore)
Mulan - Pyromania (impulsive need to set things on fire) (sophomore)
- Don't you just love Ariel and Eric. I'm hoping in doing a PatriciaxEddie (PEDDIE FTW) kind of thing where they hate each other then BAM they are a couple. Good idea? I'm going with yes but if there is any other suggestion comment to me.
- Flynn and Al are the perfect crime couple. Awwww.
- Naveen working, how do you think the first day is going to go?!
- Title of the chapter is crap but I couldn't think of anything so I did a 'Two and a half men' thing where I named the chapter from a line in the chapter.