AN~ Okay so I absolutely LOVE Tangled and hope to own a copy of the DVD soon! This is my first fanfic on the fan fiction site for Tangled! Disclaimer: I do NOT own Tangled so don't sue me!
Chapter 1:
"Have you seen my brush, Pascal?" I ask him as I search through my trunk of painting supplies. I've torn up half my bedroom looking for it. It looks like Max chased Eugene in here.
I'm in frantic mood, tossing things astray, wanting to finish painting the mural I've been working on about my adventure with Eugene. I want to surprise him with it as a present.
A knock sounds at the heavy oak doors. "One second!" I yell as I finish stacking a dangerously high pile of books out of my way. I put my hands out in front of it as if to make them stay with a invisible force. "Pascal, watch the pile and don't touch it," I instruct him. He gives me a salute and I back away from the pile.
I sprint to the door, unlocking the bolt on it, cracking the door open a bit. It's Eugene. "Ah! Eugene, what are you doing here?" I ask, surprised. How'd he get around the guards I've set outside my door? But then again, it's Eugene we're talking about.
"I wanted to see if you'd join me for a walk," he says, smiling.
"Oh, um…" I can't tell him about the surprise or that would ruin the entire surprise element about it!
"Is something wrong, Blondie?" he asks, his face falling a bit. I can't lie to him. Or can I?
"No, no," I say, giving him a smile. "It's nothing!" As if on cue, something crashes behind me. The stack of books are on the ground, Pascal sitting on the pile, trying to blend in. "Okay, that was not nothing," Eugene says, trying to peer in the room from his angle. "What's going on?"
I sigh. I have to tell him the truth. "I tore up my room looking for my brush," I say.
He looks at me, confused. "Brush? You're looking for a brush? Can't you get one of the maids to give you a new one? Besides your hair looks fine."
What? What does he mean? But then it hits me. He thinks I mean my hair brush. "Oh! No, no. I meant my paint brush, Eugene," I tell him.
"Oh that?" he says. He then smirks. It's my turn to be confused. "Eugene?" He's not looking at me anymore; he's looking at my right hand.
I'm holding my beloved paintbrush in my hand.
"Surprise, Blondie."
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