Flynn's head was swimming as he slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. He was wearing nothing but his underwear and could feel someone laying next to him. He looked over to see Clarissa facing the other direction- her hair was completely mated from the events from last night. Flynn threw out a couple of curse words in his head and slowly got up from the bed so he wouldn't wake her.

Dashing around the room, Flynn dressed himself and was out of Clarissa's place within five minutes. He didn't want to get suckered into spending the whole day with her so he figured it was better to skip out before she could try to give him the guilt trip.

Flynn found a random alleyway a couple blocks from Clarissa's place and ducked into it, leaning his back against the wall once he was concealed. He was hoping that she would sleep for another hour or so that she wouldn't wake up, discover that he was missing, and come find him. The plan was to somehow put distance between him and her, as soon as possible. Flynn wracked his brain for any possible place he could go at this particular moment in time, but nothing came to mind. He continued to lean against the wall and thought about what had happened the night before. Clarissa and him had sex- she had been into it, he had not. But before that they had been sitting down by the lake and he had seen that girl again. The one with killer green eyes and gorgeous brown hair. She had managed to make him stop in his tracks just by walking by. Why was that? He assumed it was only because she was undeniably beautiful and anyone would have reacted the same way.

He suddenly realized what he wanted to do. He wanted to find that girl, or at least try to figure out if anyone else knew of her. Flynn's mind immediately jumped to Brock. Seeing as he was the local baker, he was sure that Brock had most likely seen the girl and would know who she was.

Flynn leaned off of the wall and looked around the corner slowly to make sure Clarissa wasn't awake and looking for him. Once he saw the coast was clear he made his way to the kingdom square and to the bakery that sat on the right of him. He walked through the door and immediately smelled the bread Brock was currently making.

When Brock saw Flynn he smiled and stopped preparing the bread in his hands. "Flynn! What brings you in today?"

"Oh you know," Flynn smiled and shrugged, "Just coming to see you."

Brock's smile grew and he laughed, "Why do I find that hard to believe?"

Flynn approached the counter and leaned against it, "Well believe it."

Brock laughed again and continued to prepare his bread without saying another word. Flynn watched Brock's gentle hands work on the bread and tried to plan some sort of way to say what was on his mind. He finally cleared his throat and stared at Brock's face.

"Hey Brock, have you seen this one girl who has brown hair, a lavender dress just above her knees, and carries a white bag?"

Brock looked over at Flynn and widened his eyes in what looked like disbelief. "Oh Flynn, please don't tell me…" Flynn sighed and shook his head. "Forget it. I know what you're thinking." Flynn put on a deep voice that was supposed to represent Brock's, "You leave that poor innocent girl alone, Rider. She's a sweet girl and you already have Clarissa. Blah, blah, blah." He looked at Brock and smiled a little. Brock wore a blank expression though and started shaking his head at him. Flynn wasn't sure if it was to show some sort of disapproval or what, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out.

Flynn shrugged and patted the counter, "See you later, buddy." Brock still didn't say anything and just continued to shake his head as he turned around and pulled a pan of bread out of the oven. Flynn walked out of the bakery and stopped to look around. He wanted to find the girl. He didn't know exactly why, but he felt like he had to see her again. Brock had been a horrible source of information and now all Flynn could do was continue roaming Corona in hopes of somehow spotting her. It was worth a shot.

He started down the stone path and popped his head into every shop, searched every face, and gazed down every alley in hopes of finding her.

Two hours must have passed and Flynn still had no luck. Where could she possibly be? It was common to see basically everyone who lived in Corona multiple times throughout the day, yet he hadn't managed to see her once. He had never seen her before yesterday either. Had she just moved here or something? He had only been in Corona for a few months, but he still knew almost every face.

Due his frustration, Flynn headed down to the lake for probably the fourth time that day and leaned against the wall where he had seen the girl twice the day before. He let his eyes focus across the lake and observe the trees on the other side. After a minute or so, he dropped his head and closed his eyes in an attempt to relax his mind and muscles that seemed a little tense.

Suddenly Flynn heard a beautiful humming coming from below him that consisted of a simple melody. He slowly brought up his head and looked out to the dock to the right of him, feeling his jaw drop a little. There she was. She was the one humming and she was currently painting away on a large paper pad in front of her. Flynn could just make out the blues and greens that seemed to represent the water of the lake and a couple of lily pads that sat in front of her. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing and from what he could tell her painting looked phenomenal. He wanted to head down to the dock and get a better look, maybe even chat her up a little bit, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt frozen. It was as if his legs were refusing to function and would only permit him to stare from a distance. What was the deal? He just wanted to talk to her and see what this girl was all about. She was more beautiful than any other girl he had ever seen and her green eyes were captivating in a way. How could he resist talking to her and possibly convincing her to come back to his apartment with him? A face like that had to be great in bed, right?

Flynn licked his lips and watched the girl as she put her paintbrush down next to her and ran a hand through her hair. She then held out her picture out in front of her giving both her and him a better view. It was breath taking. It looked almost real and Flynn couldn't help but feel greatly impressed. The girl tilted her head to the side and examined the picture for herself, but she didn't seem quite as pleased with it as he did. She placed her painting down to her side and began to put her paint and brushes away in her large bag. After everything was packed away she leaned back on her hands and look out at the lake. Flynn couldn't stop thinking about how great it would be to sit down there next to her and watch the water. He mentally scolded himself. He had been looking for her all day and yet when he finally saw her he couldn't work up the courage to say anything to her. Normally he was really good at this sort of thing. The girl suddenly stood up and slid her bag over her shoulder and the painting pad under her arm. She took one last look at the lake and then turned around. Her eyes flickered up and looked right at Flynn and he felt his heart start to race. He realized that he should probably look away because he had just been caught, but instead he couldn't break their eye contact. After a few seconds, the girl gave him a sweet smile and then looked away as she continued to walk down the dock, up the stairs, and just to the right of him to the stone path again. He dropped his eyes, but then snuck another look to see her clutch the strap of her bag and then start back up the hill.

Flynn turned his head back to the lake once she finally disappeared and pressed his lips together tightly. His legs suddenly decided to cooperate again and he felt the urge to race up the hill to catch up to her and actually talk to her now. However, he just continued to stare out at the water and felt his body become completely numb. What had he really expected to happen once he saw her? Did he expect her to throw herself in his arms and allow him to make his way with him? Yikes. It was obvious that she was a girl of class and she seemed quite innocent. That could just make this all a lot more fun though. Her smile had been killer though and to finally have those beautiful green eyes stare back at him made Flynn feel like he was on cloud nine. Flynn dug his hands down into his pockets and turned away from the wall, walking in the direction of the bridge.


With his leg bouncing nervously, Flynn sat at the counter at the Snuggly Duckling listening to the people around him babbling about nonsense. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair in annoyance. Hookhand gave him a questioning look from down the bar and made his way over.

"Hey Rider. What's eating at you?"

Flynn looked up at him and shrugged, "Nothing. Don't even worry about it."

"Well, I kind of have to worry. I've never seen you like this before. It's a bit concerning." Hook let out a husky laugh, filled a mug with some beer, and passed it to him. "Drink up, Rider. You seem like you need it."

Flynn gave him a weak smile and nodded, "Thanks." He didn't touch the beer and instead leaned back a little, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stick up when he heard a familiar voice call behind him.

"Flynn Rider!" He closed his eyes tightly and wished that he could be anywhere else in that particular moment. He could hear Clarissa's heels pounding against the floor boards and could tell that she was absolutely pissed with him. Her hand was suddenly on his shoulder and Flynn opened his eyes. He turned toward her and flashed a cocky smile.

"Oh hey there, gorgeous."

"Don't give me that, Flynn. What the hell happened this morning?"

Flynn gave her a clueless look "What do you mean?"

She scowled at him and he was waiting for her to slap him, "You bailed on me without some sort of note or saying goodbye. I bet you don't even have a good reason for leaving do you?"

He had to think fast. If he ever wanted to get with this girl again he had to try to fix everything. "Well, I was told I had to come into work early to unload some of the new boxes and Hook her said he would cut off my left hand if I didn't get here at seven this morning. So, when I woke up late I had to race out of your apartment and I just barely made it here on time." He sounded convincing enough, after all, lying was his specialty.

Clarissa gave him a skeptical look and then looked at Hook, who had been ears dropping, "Is that true?"

Flynn shot Hook a look, clueing him to agree to the story. Hook sighed and gave a quick nod, "Yup. He came bursting through the door and was cutting it pretty close. Flynn forgot to mention that he told me that he couldn't wait to see you again tonight though and spend more time with you." Hook smiled smugly toward Flynn, laughed, and then walked to bring another customer a beer.

"Thanks a lot, buddy!" Flynn called after him in frustration. He turned back to Clarissa who didn't seem to notice the sarcasm behind his words. She was currently giving him a loving and flattered look that made him feel a little smug. He smiled back at her, but didn't say anything. He was stuck with this girl for another night. The thought of sitting through her pointless stories and stupid attempts to make everything between them seem romantic was agonizing.

"You really want to spend more time with me tonight?"

No. "Yeah."

"Oh Flynn!" She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face into the left side of his head. Flynn could see Hook laughing down the bar and he shot him a dirty look. He would definitely have to create some sort of plan to get him back.

Clarissa pulled back and Flynn quickly smiled at her once again. She looked like she was literally about to cry.

"Should we get out of here then, Mr. Rider?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Flynn mumbled, took a swig of his beer, and then stood up from his stool.

As they walked out, Flynn heard Hook call behind him. "Have a good night you two!"


Flynn heard Clarissa moan loudly beneath him as he thrust into her one last time and slowly pulled out of her, leaning back to his knees. He got up from the bed, peeled the condom off, and threw it away in the trash can.

"Oh my God, Flynn! You're so amazing." He could hear her breathing heavy behind him as he cleaned up a bit.

He turned around and smirked, "I know, right?" He laid back down on the bed and tried to put as much distance as he could between them, but she immediately scooted over and wrapped her arm around his torso. They laid there for a few seconds completely silent, but both fully awake.

"Flynn?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

Flynn looked at her and raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Why?"

"Well, you just seem…distant. The whole time we were having sex you just didn't seem to be that into it."

Technically she was right. Flynn didn't really get anything out the sex, but he wasn't about to admit that. "I was really into it. I was just more focused on pleasing you tonight than myself." He flashed her his pearly whites and brought his hand up to rub her arm. She smiled back at him, obviously buying his words. She nuzzled into his chest and he could feel her breathing grow deeper as she fell asleep. He almost felt bad for lying to her like that and making her believe that he actually cared for her. Almost. Flynn let out a small sigh and looked up at ceiling, trying to think of some excuse he could tell her for him sneaking out once again.