Hello, these are NOT songfics. They are simply based off of songs by Melanie Martinez.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF BOYXBOY AND JAYLOS, LANGUAGE

And it's all fun and games,

'Til somebody falls in love,

But you've already bought a ticket,

And there's no turning back now

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,

Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,

Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,

Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

-"Carousel" by Mealnie Martinez

Evie didn't understand it. She was pretty; she was polite; she was everything a guy could ask for, aside from her heritage, which was a bit shady.

So why didn't Chad want her? Was she not good enough? Not pretty enough?

Chasing after him was exhausting. He always tricked her into thinking that they could work, and then turned on his heel, calling her evil over his shoulder.

It sucked, to say the least.

This... this relationship made her feel stuck, glued to a single spot and leaving her unable to run. He was only an inch away from her fingertips, along with everything she'd ever dreamed of. A prince, love, but is it love when there isn't any? You didn't need to be a genius to answer that one.

"Hey, E," Mal said from the doorway. "What's up? You look a bit depressed."

"Chad rejected me again," Evie sighed.

Mal sighed in return; they'd had this conversation many times. "Just forget him, E. He's a narcissist, and there's no room in his heart for anyone but himself. And if there is, it isn't big enough to last."

Evie shrugged. "It's just... I've been dreaming of marrying a prince all my life, and now that the chance is here, it's like I'm stuck. So close, but not getting any closer."

Mal hesitated. "Is it your dream, Evie? Or is it your mother's?"

Evie huffed. "I don't even know anymore."

Mal seated herself on the bed beside her best friend and tapped her feet on the floor.

"You know... you kind of remind me of Carlos and Gerald."

Evie frowned. "Who?"

Mal laughed. "Oh, sorry, I forgot you weren't there. You know Carlos is gay, right?"

Evie snorted. "I've been best friends with him for several months; if I didn't know by now, I wouldn't be a very good friend, now would I?"

Mal nodded. "Anyway, a month before you came to school with us, he fell for this guy named Gerald. Gerald was... nice on the outside, but a total jerk, just like Chad. Carlos started dating him. In secret, of course; that kind of thing isn't excepted on the Isle.

"Carlos kissed him a week before you came. The next day, Gerald was spreading awful rumors, even by Isle of the Lost standards. That he was a slut, a whore, sleeping around." Mal said this so low and angry that Evie almost didn't hear her. "Carlos knew that he was no good, but he didn't leave. Next thing he knew, what was left of his reputation was shattered."

Mal stood up. "I need to go meet Ben, but you should go talk to Carlos. I don't want the same thing to happen to you, E. Jay and I can only fix so many hearts after they're broken, almost beyond repair."

Mal left Evie sitting alone, and the daughter of the Evil Queen went to meet her youngest friend.

She found him writing in a journal on the Tourney field. Carlos was a man of science and math, but he also enjoyed journaling and reading (mostly sci-fi, but still).

"Hey, Carlos," she greeted.

He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Evie. Here to talk about Chad and Gerry?"

She jolted. "How did you-"

Carlos shrugged. "I know things. Now, what do you want to know?"

"How did you stop... chasing after him?"

Carlos sighed. "It was hard, torturous. Love usually is. But Evie... when someone steals your heart, you have to take it back. A heart is to be given, not stolen. I'm going to tell you something, but you need to promise me you will never tell anyone, not even Mal and especially not Jay."

Evie nodded. "What is it?"

"After Gerry, I got more acquainted with Jay, and I was falling all over again. I love Jay, and I mean head over heals, tripping and blushing every time you see them kind of love. Jay's different than Gerry was; he's the kind of person that you can wait for, not one you chase after.

"But the point is... Gerry hated me when I started hanging out with Jay. After I became friends with him, Gerry asked me on a date, gave me presents, and such, but I knew his game by now. I wasn't going to fall for it again. I wanted to- oh, I wanted to- but I was strong, and I said no. That was my revenge."

Evie smiled. "You got revenge on Gerry by being happy..."

Carlos nodded. "And you can do the same with Chad."

"How?"

"I see the looks you give Doug, Evie. Here's the plan..."

The next day was a Saturday, and Evie shouldered Chad's backpack (she'd been doing his homework for him, but it was completely undone inside the bag). Then, she strolled across the courtyard, appearing to be a woman on a mission, and I suppose she was.

People cleared a path for her, staring at Evie Queen, who looked so much like her mother in that moment, it was eerie. They were surprised she wasn't carrying a poisoned apple.

The blue haired girl from the Isle of the Lost stormed over to Chad Charming, and she smiled at him, almost angelically.

She dropped his backpack in his lap with unnecessary force.

"I'm done with your games, Chad. Find another girl to chase after you." She told him, sweetly. "I'm not doing it anymore. Now, if you don't mind, I have a question to ask of a true gentleman."

Then, Evie strolled over to where Doug was sitting, staring at her in confusion, and seated herself beside him.

"Hey, Doug. How would you like to go on a date?"

His jaw dropped. "Me? You're not doing this to get back at Chad, are you?" He asked in disappointment.

She shook her head. "No, I genuinely want to date you. You're not a prince, but you're a way better person than Chad will ever be, and that's what matters."

He smiled. "Let's do it."

When Evie walked away with her hand intertwined in her new boyfriend's, she noticed Chad's jaw hanging wide open and hoped a fly flew in there at some point.

Doug didn't steal her heart, to use modern words. He earned it; he loved her more than Chad every had or ever would.

Evie hopped off of the carousel, finally unstuck, and now, Chad took her place.

He tried everything to win her back: gifts, compliments, promises of being a better person and such.

But Evie was wiser. Hurt has a way of making us stronger, and Evie was no exception.

The carnival of love didn't end. Evie was just taking someone else, and the ride was much more fun this way.

It was okay. I like the song, but it isn't one that really speaks to me, so this chapter was a little hard to write, but Dollhouse... I'd like to think that's hoping to be a pretty good chapter.

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