Megara's end of September party was, is and always will be ... legendary. People have tried to beat it but no one has yet succeeded. 'The Muses' would sing their new album every year, you would always gain new friends, anything could get wrecked/smashed and her parents wouldn't give a shit. Even with the party only just beginning people huddled in dancing and passing barrels of alcohol to the kitchen. Maybe just the simplicity of the whole party made people love it the most. Meg didn't try to impress people with how big her house is or in trying to get people to dress up. (Tink's parties always consisted of fancy dress, and that is cool if you like that, but this year it's fairy related. Better bring out the tutus, fairy wings and glitter!)

"Flynn, I think you've had too much to drink." Eric commented, while his best friend came over with a refilled red cup. Why does every teenage party have red cups?

"Dude, you can't tell me what to do. I've had like two." Flynn slurred, holding up four fingers. "And why are you sticking with me when Ariel is over there?"

"You can't just walk up to a girl and be like 'Hey'. I need something cunning."

"That's what you've done for the past six years, why make anything different?"

Eric sighed, "Because its different now."

"She doesn't know that. And if I were you, don't stand directly under a light especially wearing a white top because that ... t...ta...tatt..."

"Can you not say tattoo without gagging?"

"Not when it's for lo...l..."

"Love."

Flynn shuddered in disgust before smirking, "Listen Sailor, lets have a little bet tonight?"

Internally Eric groaned, "Not one of your legendary bets?"

"Oh yes. Don't worry it's to do with Ariel."

"Fine."

"All you have to do is get into bed with her tonight."

"WHAT?" Eric shouted, making everyone look at him through the doorway.

"You two still breaking hearts?" A voice laughed, one that neither of the guys had heard in months. Esmeralda stood there in her usual white shirt and tight purple skirt, looking the same as ever - you'd never have thought that she was pregnant eight months ago. This time at school, she'd be a Junior instead of being a Senior but looking into her emerald green eyes

she didn't care. All that mattered to her now was her little baby boy, Zephyr, and Phoebus.

Flynn, being his drunken self, shrieked in excitement and lunged at Esmeralda. "Where's the baby? It needs to see its Uncle Flynnie."

"Jeez, Rider, did your balls get cut off?"

"He's drunk." Eric smirked, shaking his head.

"Oh yes, Flynn Rider turns very girly when there's alcohol in his system."

"No I don't."

"What you drinking?"

He pouted looking down in his red cup, "Vodka and cranberry juice."

Esmeralda patted Flynn on the shoulder and sauntered her way over to Eric. "It's the little redhead isn't it?" How had everyone else worked out that he had a thing for Ariel and only now, has he realised? How? "Listen, Eric, a girl likes to have honesty. Just tell her how you feel-" A pause occurred as Esmeralda saw something on his top. "-and, I swear to God, if that is a tattoo of her name on your chest I will beat you up."

"Is it really obvious under light? Flynn, give me your top!" Eric blurted pulling his friends top up.

"Hey, what the fuck man?" Flynn protested spilling his drink everywhere. "I'm not giving you my top, not now that you've spoilt it. This was expensive."

"You stole it."

"The price tag still said it was expensive." Flynn glared, pouting a little bit before leaving the kitchen. As soon as he reached the dance floor, he whooped loudly and suddenly surrounded by girls as they all moved to the music.

Esmeralda snickered, "How have you put up with him for this long?"

All he could do was shrug.

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What am I even doing here?

Aurora always felt out of place. There had never been time to get to know someone new. All she'd ever known was homeschooling and after that she couldn't just go outside. Sure, she could in the summer, there's no school then but its not easy making friends with people that have them. All the House mates had persuaded her to come to this party and she'd been gullible to go. What had she to offer to people? Everyone knew one another so why would they want to talk to someone they didn't?

Why can't life be simpler and you can just meet someone in the woods, while singing a love ballad together? Oh, simpler naive times.

"Ariel can I ask you a question?" She asked, turning towards the person she was sitting next to.

Ariel smiled and opened her mouth. There was struggle in her eyes as the conflict in her brain started. Ariel would always try to say something - if anything she is the one that tries the most out of the whole House. Aurora didn't push, eventually something will be said. The music seemed to switch off suddenly - the DJ apologising about a stuck disc. Suddenly an angelic voice lifted into the air with just a simple word, "Sure."

Everyone turned to look at Ariel, who was wide eyed and shocked. "Oh my God, she speaks." A person on the dance floor gasped before others started cheering the same sentence. Ariel was pulled up from the sofa and crowded surfed. So much glee and triumph could be seen on her face. Aurora felt the same way for her friend - maybe with a slight pang of jealousy. The crowd was so thick that it was unclear if Ariel was done on the ground but she never came back to sit by Aurora again.

"Hey are you okay?" Some guy asked her, who was now standing in front of her after some time. His shoes were a designer make of italian leather. Cindy would be pleased that I noticed that. The polite thing to do would be to look up to him but with the way she was feeling, manners and etiquette were out of the question. But she wasn't in the mood. Manners, who needs them.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, crouching down to see her face. Aurora didn't mean to but her reaction was of shock. Her eyes opened wide at how amazingly handsome he was. Many would focus upon his chiseled jaw, the way his chocolate brown hair looks perfectly quaffed into place or how his stark white teeth sparkled at her yet all she could look at was his eyes. There was nothing special about them yet they looked so familiar like she'd walked with him once upon a time.

"Oh, I'm fine." She smiled, pushing back a long blonde hair. "Just tired."

He laughed and sat next to her. All of a sudden, Aurora became aware of everything. Am I sitting normally? Are the clothes I'm wearing cool? My skirt hasn't rolled up to much for him to make me look slutty? She looked over at him, who is sitting far back with arms hanging over the edge of the sofa. Do I copy this easygoing look? "Tell me about it, school takes everything out of you."

Aurora giggled, "You have no idea. I'm surprised I'm not fast asleep by now."

"You're not from Castle High, are you?"

"You found me. I'm homeschooled."

"Don't you get bored?" He asked, leaning forward. His face was so close to hers now, his cheesy dorito and beer breath warmed her face. Inside she new the smell would have repulsed her but instead Aurora could feel her cheeks reddening.

Looking down to fiddle with a piece of thread that had come loose on her skirt, she replied, "I'm asleep most of the time."

The mysterious guy laughed, "It's not that much different to normal school then."

She looked up at him with a smirk, "I assume you've heard of Disney House."

He nods.

"I'm one of the freaks there."

"No one is a freak, there." He smiled, dreamily. Huh. She'd never thought someone would be so understanding. "Who wants to be normal?"

"I would very much." Aurora yawned, feeling very droopy. "The others aren't as bad, that's why they can go to Castle High."

"What's up with you, then?"

Normal, she'd never tell anyone or even get this far in letting someone know that she was crazy. However with this stranger - who doesn't feel like one - Aurora is opening herself emotional to him. "It's called Kleine-Levin or Sleeping Beauty syndrome, where I can sleep for up to a month or more. I'm getting better. Now, I sleep for a week or less."

"I used to know a girl like that."

"Are you sure because it's an incredibly rare disorder?"

"Yeah. She was a childhood friend of mine back in my home city, Philadelphia."

"I'm from Philadelphia." She gasped, trying to figure out who he is. "I used to live in the Gladwyne area. My parents still live up there."

"Shut your ass." He gaped, staring into her eyes. They seemed to bore into her soul and mind, searching for something. She tried to search her mind back to those glorious memories of cycling everywhere with friends and playing by the stream that ran outside her house. Those memories have been cast way back in her brain as they remind her of a simpler time, back before this syndrome took over her life. "Aurora?"

"Hi." Damn. The worst part now, is that she has to remember who he is. There was always one kid that she adored the most, and he was a little bit goofy. A family friend. "Phillip?"

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Cal's restaurant is well established and brings everybody together throughout Epcot. If you asked anyone, that lives in the city, what their favourite place to eat would be they wouldn't hesitate on Cal's. This place would be a Diner that the presenter of 'Triple D' would be swept away by. From the name you would think it would be some run-down fast food chain that would have a table for a gang of rats, who work in the back alley scaring off the passersby. They say never judge a book by it's cover and you most certainly would be wrong here. Tiana and head chef, Cal, cook sublime meals full of beautiful flavours. Naveen gawked at Tia, when waiting for meals to be delivered to their tables, and saw so much passion in her eyes. He didn't have that - there was nothing that drove him forward in life.

He pulled past his white shirt sleeve to look at his watch. '20:27' the neon digital clock shone. It's only been five minutes since I last checked! 5 MINUTES! That can't be right, my watch is defaulted.

"Table number 2 needs drinks." The head waiter, Edward smiles at Naveen as he enters the kitchen hands full of dirty plates. Edward, much like Naveen, is handsome and charismatic. Both share an innocently narcissistic personality making them hate one another. They do say that people that are most alike clash, well Edward and Naveen did. The one thing Ed had on Naveen was his age (Edward being 2 years older) and the fact that he had been in a long relationship with Giselle, a senior and cheerleader. "Come on, Naveen. I thought you'd like being front of house - you get to entertain everyone."

"I'm not a clown."

"Maybe you're not seeing clearly when looking in a mirror."

With a mutter, Naveen left the busy kitchen into an even busier dining room. Tia was right Saturday was Cal's busiest night. Friday had been hectic but this is crazy. Customers were lining outside the restaurant if they couldn't cram themselves into the small waiting area which was overspilling. Waiters and waitresses pushed past one another to get their tables seated, ordered, finished and cleaned.

"Come on, newbee." Jim Hawkins laughed, rushing past him to receive payment from his table. Jim is in many classes with Naveen and they get on swimmingly. It was weird to see him without his legendary black jacket, that every girl wanted to be around their shoulders. When they first met, Jim was stoic and guarded yet now, you'd think he was a completely different person. Meeting royalty must really change some people, Naveen thought as he pushed himself to table number 2.

He looked over at the table and his heart dropped. It was the Bimbettes. They were perfectly harmful but he was the flavour of the month. They had all decided to fall hopelessly in love with Naveen. Even though he knew that they switched between guys, it was nice to get that much attention. When he gets over there and they see him being a waiter, their admiration for him will be ripped away like a bandaid. There was no escaping so he inhaled a deep breath as he headed over to their table. "Hello ladies. What can I get you this evening?"

"Naveen, what are you doing here?" Claudia, the one that always had something red on her, gasped touching his arm. "You're not being held here as a hostage, are you?"

"I work here, now."

"A prince shouldn't work." One of the triplet sisters exclaimed, putting her yellow bag on the table angrily. "Where's the manager?!"

"Laura, its fine. I'm just temporarily here, involuntary."

The green sister, Paula, rummaged in her bag looking for her phone. "Don't worry, Prince Naveen, we will help you get out of here."

"That's very kind of you bu-"

"Hello Police, I'm reporting a hostage situation down at-"

Naveen quickly snatched the phone of Paula and flustered, "There's nothing go on here. Sorry about that."

"Hey, she was just trying to help. And you shouldn't snatch things from people, especially one of us."

Claudia stood up glaring at Naveen, "Come on, lets go to Meg's party."

"I'm hungry." Laura protested, as they began to walk away.

"We'll pick up something from McDonald's."

"Can I have a pizza?"

Paula slapped her hand against her face, "Laura, they don't do pizza there."

"Do they serve fried chicken?"

"That's KFC."

"Taco's?"

"No."

"What is this McDonald's then? What do they serve?"

"I think it's all healthy stuff like veggie burgers and salads. Or is it all Scottish food?" Paula commented before they left the restaurant, after that nothing could be heard of their 'intelligent' conversation as they had managed to push their way past the huge group of waiting customers.

Naveen couldn't help but mumble, as he cleared away their table, "Faldi Faldonza."

Throughout the night, it didn't seem to calm down. Even near closing time, people still tried to pile in wanting to taste the delicious concoctions Tia was producing. Naveen had to admit that he was enjoying himself, not that he'd tell anyone he was. He'd even forgot to keep checking his watch for what time it was. "Hey, Nav you coming to Meg's party now?" Jim asked, coming out of the changing room, slipping on his jacket.

"I am, just give me a second. Need to get Tia."

"Oh no, mate. Tiana?"

Naveen shrugged before going into the kitchen. "Hey, come on we are going to the party."

"I don't want to go." She muttered as she continued to cook.

"Our shift finished 10 minutes ago. Come on."

"No."

"I don't think Mr Walt would be very happy with you."

"He doesn't have to know I didn't go."

"What if I tell him?"

Tia looked up at him with red hot daggers in her stare. "You wouldn't dare to. You are many things, your majesty, but being a snitch isn't one of them."

"Abinaza, stick in the mud." He waved, leaving her behind. Tia was a stubborn person and he didn't have time for people like that. Too much hassle in trying to change their minds. Besides, it is '23:34' and the party was coming to its halfway stage he could not spend anymore time dilly dallying. "Are we going then?"

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"Mulan," Chein Po comments, "Your grandma is here."

"Oh shit." She exclaimed, stamping out a lit cigarette. It's not that she smoked it, she just liked the way the fire turned it to ashes. It gives an idealism of reincarnation - within the ashes something else lights up. Whoa, that was a little bit deep. Maybe I'm high. Again not that she'd been smoking any illegal drugs but looking out at the fellow back garden deck party, it seems maybe a little passive drug smoking is occurring out here. "Anyone got any body spray?"

"I've got some." Ling smiled, fetching a small aerosol from his back pocket.

Yao laughed, "You don't want that unless you want to smell like a porn star."

"My smell is pleasing to female nose."

"Obviously from the ring of girls that surround you." Mulan snickered.

"Your here," Ling smiled, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him, "so that must count as something."

"Whoa, Mulan doesn't count." Yao exclaimed, dragging her away from the intoxicating smell of chemicals that Ling splashed over him. "She's practically one of the guys."

"Thanks for that."

"It was meant to be a compliment."

"It's bad enough my boobs are nonexistent, I don't need you guys agreeing."

"You've got boobs. Big ones."

"There massive." Ling commented, mimicking how big they are.

Mulan glared, flipped them off and walked back into the party. It was difficult to maneuver around the dancers, the standers and the 'Oh shit, I shouldn't have done that with you, last night'-ers. The funny part is, they always remember by the time it gets to monday morning and its super awkward between the two of them.

It was hard to spot where her grandma was - the little old lady is very small. But people helped Mulan find her way. "Mulan, what do you young hip people call this?" She asked, as she greeted her only grandchild.

"A place where old people shouldn't be walking around."

"Who you calling old?"

"Should have prayed to the ancestors for good luck." Mulan muttered under her breath as she shepherded her grandma out of the house. She utterly adored her grandma but sometimes it was tricky - her dementia was getting worse. Somedays are better than others but luck wasn't on her side at the moment.

"How lucky can they be? They're dead. Besides, I've got all the luck we'll need." Grandma Fa smiled, bringing out a cricket from her handbag.

"Isn't that the same cricket you gave me to give Mushu?"

"All crickets look the same, Mulan."

"Mulan, a little help."

She didn't need this delay. Her grandma needed to get home - how had she walked past mom and dad? But as she looked down at the sofa, a little smile appeared on her face. "You've got yourself in an awkward situation."

Phillip laughed, "You think." A sound asleep Aurora lay on him looking happy were she was. Yet Phillip looked incredibly uncomfortable. All his limps looking rock solid as he slumped in the corner of the couch. "All I did was give her a hug."

"Big mistake. It reminds her of being wrapped up in bed." Mulan laughed, wishing that she had a camera on her. "Have you brought your car?"

He nods.

"Okay, I'll help you so you can get up but you will have to take her back to Disney House."

It was quite easy moving Aurora. She didn't weigh a lot so in one quick yank, Mulan had her standing up (as good as a sleep person can be). When Phillip had managed to take the 'Sleeping Beauty" of Mulan, she jotted down the address of their home and saw them on their way.

"Has sex changed since my day?"

"Grandma!" Mulan gasped, looking wide eyed.

"It's just, in my day-"

"I don't want to hear about it. Come on, we have to get you home."

Grandma Fa did as she was told and hurried along. Mulan was still creeped out from what the old woman had said. There are things you shouldn't have a conversation about with your grandma and that was one of them.

"Shang." Her grandma said, stopping dead in her tracks. Crap, so close to the door. "How is your grandma?

The tall muscular man, that stood before them, smiled kindly to her grandma. His black hair was sleeked back into a pony tail showing off high cheek bones and a square jaw. Yet his eyes lacked sparkle or happiness. The smile was genuine, full of warmth and thought, but his dark brown eyes showed a very serious side. Mulan knew who he was - the captain of the legendary Knights, Castle High's football team. To them, they thought they were dashing and heroic. To everyone else, we called them 'The Princes'. (Maybe people were listening to Merida too much - American football is a wimps version of rugby. Her words, but after watching rugby with her, Mulan can see where her best friend is coming from.) "She is good. Thank you, Mrs Fa. She misses you at bingo."

"Can't go out too much these days." Grandma Fa whispered, pointing behind her to Mulan. "She is always on my back."

"That's not true." Mulan protested. "Now, if you don't mind, Jock, I'd like to take my grandma home."

Grandma Fa whispered again, "See what I mean." However she turned around to Mulan and whacked her on the arm, glaring, "Don't be mean to Shang. Apologize."

"I don't think so." She laughed, shaking her head. "I'm not going to apologize to someone who couldn't give a rats ass about me."

"What is wrong with you, Mulan? I did not raise you to be so mean."

Shang rested a hand on her grandma's shoulder, "It's okay Mrs Fa - Mulan has never been nice to me. Ever since I bet her in karate."

"That was five years ago."

"Some people hold onto grudges. You could always try and beat me again if you wanted, but I doubt you'll succeed."

"Oh it's on." She smirked out stretching a hand.

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"Let's get this party started!" Naveen shouted through the microphone, he had stolen off the DJ. An uproar of joyful glees escaped everyone's mouths at the sight of him - even Flynn couldn't resist.

For most of the night he has continued to drink his vodka and cranberry juice, to dance with all the pretty girls in Epcot and stay far away from Eric. God, how could that guy get so wound up in all that emotional crappy stuff? The thought - which could be the vodka and cranberry affecting his system - made him feel sick. They aren't even dating so how can Eric possibly fall in lo...feelings for some girl?

An arm grasped onto his arm and pulled him away from the dance floor (aka the lounge) out into the cold night. The Greek block of Epcot, lay outside of the main area, so Meg's house was surrounded by trees filled with all kinds of fruit and olives. If you listened carefully not even a cricket could be heard chirping nor a wild dog howling. It was creepy and Flynn felt quite on edge. (The sound from the house didn't help nor did Pocahontas' protests.)

"Pocahontas, why don't you come inside? You were invited to the party." Meg shouted over to her.

"I'm protesting about the underage drinking that is happening in your house." She snapped back pointing up at her homemade sign. Flynn couldn't make out what the sign said, even if he squinted all it looked like more were just a load of black blurred lines. How much have I had to drink? "I don't care if you say we are in the Greek area, you still live in America. You have to abide by the laws set by government."

"Does the government stop people from having fun?"

"Fun is beside the point."

"Not everyone is having alcohol. We have soda - we've got loads of Mountain Dew." Pocahontas looked up at Meg with a distant look in her eyes. It wasn't hearable but her mouth formed the words 'Mountain Dew'. "All you need to do is come inside and you can have as much Mountain Dew as you want. They are all sealed in those neon green plastic bottles."

Flynn had never seen Pocahontas look so ... hypnotized. There had been rumours around Castle High about her having a fetish for the drink but no one really believed. How could someone been transfixed by even the thought of the drink?

A moment passed by, both Flynn and Meg puzzled by the face Pocahontas was pulling. She quickly snapped out of her haze and flipped them off, "Thank you but no." The Mountain Dew bribe was working but Pocahontas' willpower is very powerful.

Meg just shrugged before turning around onto Flynn, glaring through thick eyelashes, "How much have you had to drink?"

"What's up with the death stare, Nutmeg? I peed in your toilet this year and I've had like two drinks."

"Of cranberry and vodka?"

"Hey, this little beauty is delicious. You don't even know you're drinking."

"What did I see in you?" She shook her head, hitting her hand on her head.

Flynn smiled, and grabbed her loose hand. "My charm wins many over."

"Please, I don't even know who you are." Meg snorted, brushing her hand away from his. "From what happened with that Belle girl, everyone knows now that you guys at that House are crazy. What are you?"

"What am I? I'm not a different species, Megara."

"You know what I meant."

There is a lot of history between the two of them. They dated and things ended badly - like most relationships Meg has. Yet somehow Flynn has stayed near her and a great friendship has formed. He sighed looking at Meg, giving into the temptation of saying a bullshit comment, "I'm an orphan who has a little bit of a dissociative identity disorder."

"Am I talking to the real you or the other you?"

"Other." Flynn smiled crookedly, hoping for the best.

"Have I ever met the real side of you?"

"No."

Her purple eyes stared into his like she was digging for something that would make sense. An explanation (perhaps) to why she hasn't met Eugene. "Arh, whatever. I dragged you out here because I want to know if what I've heard is true."

Flynn nods.

"Does Eric have a tattoo of the words 'Ariel' written on his chest?"

The words 'What' were plastered on the tip of his tongue. Yet within him something stopped him from saying the words. Was it the unexpected remark or how accurate Meg was? The longer he stood there, incapable of making a sound, answered her question. "How do you know?"

Megara smiled evilly, "Things don't pass through Castle High's walls without me knowing."

"Seriously Nutmeg, who told you?"

"LeFou."

"That gossipy bitch."

"You know what he's like - if he sees a muscle man chest he has to have a look. He follows Wonder Boy around all day hoping to grab his sweat band. Everyone knows if a new guy walked into school with every last inch of him covered in hair, LeFou would be chasing him around instead. He's as bad as those bimbo triplets."

"He's never looked at mine." He mopped, swirling the rest of his drink around the cup.

"You are upset because a gay man doesn't find you attractive?"

Flynn mumbled, "Yes."

"Okay, I think you need to calm it on the vodka and cranberry juice." Meg laughed, resting her hand on his arm. After realising what she'd done, everything went serious. Her eyes didn't sparkle. Her mouth formed back to a thin line. "Where does that leave you then, Flynn?"

"Where does what leave me what?"

"Ariel is your best friend and so is Eric. Where does that leave you?"

Hmm, maybe that's why I'm being so funny about the situation. "I'll be by their sides."

"You can't be by them all the time."

"I can."

"So you're going to pass Eric a condom and a power bar?"

"What?! Do you want me to be there cheering them on, as well?"

"Don't get sarcastic with me!" Meg snapped, pointing a finger at him. "People change when in relationships, especially after they have sex. It's bond to happen. Look at what she wears - she could be a prostitute."

Flynn raised both hands with a defensive tone to his voice, "Hang on. You can't say that about Gills."

"Oh typical."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Meg laughed resting against one of the pillars. "Please, you know what I'm on about. Ariel this, Ariel that. God, it's sickening to see you chase her around. You're just a boyfriend without the benefits."

"It's called being a friend."

"Hey everyone, we have a guy in the friendzone over here." Meg shouted pointing at him. Thankfully the music was too loud inside the house for anyone to notice.

"Fuck sake, Megara. I don't have a thing for Ariel. She is a close friend of mine, that is all it's going to be." A sudden rush of realisation flooded over him. "You broke up with me because I have a best friend who's a girl?!"

She nods, glaring at him. "It's not just our relationship though, Rider. Why don't you question all the other ones too? Who ended it with you and Tink?"

"She did."

"You and Jane?"

"She did. But in her defense, that Tarzan guy practically saved her life. I can't compete with that guy."

"Lottie?"

"That was a big mistake on my part but she did."

"The Brimbettes?"

"I'm a guy - I thought I'd have some kind of crazy sex."

"With three girls? Please, you couldn't satisfy one woman let alone multiples."

Flynn shrugged. A guy can wish. "Can we just get to the point, Meg? I don't have time to go through every girl I've dated."

"So you admit, you have always been the dumpee rather than the dumper?"

"There was Thalia. I dumped her. She was getting a bit to chunky for my liking."

"Hey, she is one of my closest friends." Meg glared, hitting him on the arm. "The fact is Rider, you are stuck in a rut. If you wish to change it, let go of Ariel."

"I'm not going to change because some girl can't deal with the fact that Gills is my best friend. Tuff shit to you and everyone else." He took a sip of his drink and left her on the porch. As the music enveloped him, the party mood swept back into his system but everything seemed to be wrecked. Whether he believed it or not, Meg's opinions were starting to have effect on his slightly drunk brain. Do I need to say farewell to my friendship with Ariel?

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"Thank God, you are here. I need back up with this pro... Tia, where are you going?"

"I'll show him who's a stick in the mud!" She yelled back to Pocahontas, pointing up into the sky. The determination to prove Naveen wrong was getting to her. It started with a spasm in her left eye and now, her whole body twitched.

The people on the porch stared at her. She recognised them from being part of the baseball team, aka 'The Lost Boys'. Nobody knew their actual names - they all had stupid nicknames that made no sense. "What you doing her Tiana?" one of them asked, looking perplexed. Or is he high?

"Having fun."

"Ha, yeah right."

"I can be fun!"

"I don't think you understand the meaning of the word."

"Oxford Dictionary says that-"

"Exactly," a different one pointed out. "Why don't you just go back to the mental house, Tia?"

Tia opened her mouth to say an insulting retort but nothing happened. In the back of her head, she knew they were right. She knew a party wasn't her place to be - what do you gain from a party anyway? What's the point in meeting up with people, that you see on a regular bases, and cram you all in a smaller area?

"That's a little bit harsh." A voice from behind tutted, resting an arm over her shoulder. Peter Pan had always puzzled Tia. He never seems old enough. He wasn't immature nor irresponsible but his ideology of life was from a naive mind.

"We were only having fun, Peter."

He shook his head, "Think about people's feelings."

They all looked down at the floor in shame.

"What are you smoking?" He asked forcefully, letting Tia loose. She didn't want to be rude and just walk off but she needed to find Naveen.

From the outside, the house seemed quiet and undisturbed by teenagers, just when you walk through the door you are enveloped in a noisy environment. The music was on too loud so anyone wanting to communicate would have to yell. Tia could already feel a headache forming from the harsh difference of sound.

Nudging her way through onto the dance floor, she noticed a few things:

People who would miss one another in the school corridors were happily talking to one another

A lot of health code violations were occurring - there was too much erotic behaviour going on for most people's liking.

The dance floor looked like girls were worshiping Flynn, by dancing around him and giving a kiss every so often. Did these girls not care that they were all kissing the same guy?

Ariel was speaking to someone.

Hang on, Ariel is speaking!

"Are you drunk?" I asked her as I intercepted her conversation with Aladdin.

"Maybe a little bit, why?"

"Raj can only talk to women if he's drunk. You could only talk to people if your drunk."

Ariel frowned, "I hope not."

"What are you doing here, Tia?" Aladdin asked, pushing a bottle of something in her hands.

"I don't drink."

"I didn't used to steal. We all change a little bit. What's the harm?"

"Liver damage."

Al laughed, "Oh Tia, stop being so serious all the time. Have fun."

Why is everyone telling me to have fun?!

A pitch scream erupted from behind them. Only one person could project a sound at that high a frequency. "Tia, Tia, Tia." Lottie squealed, bouncing up and down. "This is the best thing to happen yet. Next time, we will go together and sort out your wardrobe."

"I didn't have time to go home."

"That's okay. Next party is the halloween one. You are going to dress up."

"About that," Ariel spoke up looking at Lottie, "I'm not going to have enough time to make the original idea but I have tweaked it."

Lottie smiled, "I trust you with what you come up with. Come on Tia, you have to dance."

"You know I have two left feet." She protested but Lottie paid no attention to her. Before Tia knew it, she was dancing awkwardly between everyone. How can people find this fun? The jostling, the sweaty armpits in your face and, just the fact, you didn't have any personal space. Yet it made Lottie happy, it made everyone happy. Maybe Aladdin was right, maybe I need to let loose. Just like that, the determination to prove Naveen wrong washed away and Tia began to let go of all her troubles. She focused upon the music and the joy that seemed to be around her. No one cared at parties so why should she?

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"FLYNN!" She screamed and jumped into his open arms. Ariel had been looking around everywhere for him. She'd scouted outside, all the bedrooms and the toilets. Her hope had started to dwindle, like a flame coming to the end of a candle. "I can speak."

"That is so awesome." He replied squeezing her slightly.

She pulled back smiling up at him. "I can't wait to tell my dad next weekend. He's going to be over the moon." Flynn didn't reply straight away. He looked over her head at something by the door. She turned around but no one was there. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need-" He said, pushing her away and crossing his arms. "What am I to you?"

"You're my best friend. Where's this coming from?"

"Someone told me, that my relationships have all nose dived because of you." Flynn explained, still not looking at her in the eyes.

"So you're saying you don't won't to be my friend anymore?"

Flynn didn't respond. Ariel looked at him, properly looked at him and saw nothing there that looked like he might be joking around. His face was expressionless. His whole body lacked language to suss out anything. Never had he ever been like this to her - Flynn was never cold nor distant. He always had his cheeky smile on his face. Maybe all of that was Eugene and now, I'm experiencing the Flynn Rider everyone gets to meet.

A small lump in her throat formed but she didn't hide the tears that started to fall. "Okay then, I'll leave you alone forever."

"No that's not what I meant."

"What's the point?" Ariel huffed, pushing people aside trying to get to the door before he could catch up, if he could be bothered.

As she exited the building she saw Megara looking at her, with a smug complexion. "What's a matter, Ariel?"

Of course, who else would it be? Meg has manipulated every guy she's ever known. Typical.

With a sniff, Ariel spoke, "Thanks for the party." It would be a cowardly thing to flip her off or ignore her. Meg loves knowing that she has got to someone. Ariel may not be crying because of Flynn: she could be an upset drunk. Something else could of happened, but Meg didn't look satisfied with a different explanation. Is it really that obvious? Do I have 'Flynn has upset me' written on my forehead.

Ariel decided to walk back home. Being in a small city everything is close and people know of you. Here, she felt safe. Back home in Atlantic City, Ariel would not even dream about leaving places by herself.

While the Greek part of Epcot disappeared, tears began to stream down her face, again. There were too many of them to catch. Ariel knew that all they were ever going to be was friends. Very good, close friends. Yet it seemed to hurt even more than she'd expected. Tiny pieces of her heart were fluttering away out in to the open air every time she exhaled. Broken down walls were starting to form back together in her brain, just like last time. Flynn was the only one that knocked them down last time - even if something get demolishes, something has to rise out of the rubble. For the better or worse, time will tell.

A few car lights whizzed past her but one stopped. It was a motorcycle. Only a few people rode a motorbike in Epcot and Ariel was praying it was someone who she knew. Just keep walking. They might not want to talk to you.

He took his helmet off revealing jet black hair, that picked up blue hues from the street lights. Oh great, the one person I don't need right now! "Are you okay, Gabby?" Eric asked, resting himself on the bike.

She didn't want to respond to him. Why should she? Since when did he care about me? Ariel pretended as if she hadn't heard and just continued on her journey back to Disney House.

"Hey, what's a matter?" He asked, again, gently stopped her by touching her arm. A weird sensation washed over her. Her heart stopped disintegrating away and the walls stopped rebuilding. "I saw you run out of the party after talking to Flynn. Did he upset you?"

Ariel turned to him. Her eyes were puffy but she didn't care. Slowly, he raised his hand and touched her face, wiping away a tear. As quickly as she could, Ariel jumped back glaring at him. "..." She tried to speak to him. "..." Nothing. "..." Every time, Ariel tried to tell him to never do that again, no sound came from her voice box.

"So you can talk to everyone but me?"

Frowning, she nodded. When you think you've got somewhere in life, there is always another hurdle to conquer. Why can't I talk to him?! There'd be so much we could chat about. Like how much of a dick he's been to me over the years.

Eric shrugged, but sounded slightly hurt, "It's okay. You need a lift home?"

Ariel shook her head and continued walking onwards.

"For God sake, Gabby. Get on the bike." He smiled, dragging her back to the vehicle. Eric smirked and gave her his helmet. It smelt funny to her - a combination of none particular scents, just together smelt odd. Not in a bad way, though. Without thinking about her hair, she put it on and straddled the bike behind him. "You may want to hold on."

Before she could hit him, Eric had already started the engine and sped off leaving a trail of dust behind. Closing her eyes didn't help make things go slower or help her keep her balance. Neither did holding onto any metal she could grab onto. Reluctantly, Ariel wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him when a corner presented itself.

He's toned. He's got a little bit of a defini...Whoa, Ariel. Stop. You will not think that Eric is a hot piece of ass. Stop this. He is evil. Stop feeling his body and stop resting on his muscly, strong back. STOP IT!

There is too much conflict in her head on what is the right thing. Ariel knows what Eric is like, she has witnessed first hand the true side of him. Yet somewhere, tugging towards him, is this underline attraction. She may have only met one side to him - the teasing, bully side. He did see if you were alright. He is here, giving you a lift back home. Eric has always been there.

Only the stars guided them to Disney House, after they come off the main road. Ariel looked up smiling - just seeing the stars, undisrupted by light pollution, radiating there majestic light. The evergreen trees would mask some of the constellations but it didn't matter. Riding with Eric made everything better, somehow. Maybe the realisation of him always being there has uplifted something within Ariel. Or is it the stars?

Disney House looked even more enchanted when at night. The occasional room light was on, casting shadows on imperfections in the brickwork. Having the dark forest around it added sounds of the wild, encasing it with life. The fact that only a handful of people knew it was here, kept it unspoiled.

Eric stopped his motorbike abruptly, knowing her head into his back. "Whoa, I'm sorry Gabby. Didn't realise you were gonna hit your head."

Ariel tried to brush it off but as her feet touched the ground, gravity took her down. An immense pain erupted in her head and kept pounding, like a heavy metal drummer was in her head. Quickly, Eric swooped in. He pulled her arm up and used his body weight to keep her upright. "Sorry about that."

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Mr Walt exclaimed as they both entered the House. Every party, Mr Walt would stay up till the last person got back to the House (or send him a text saying they were spending the night elsewhere. Nudge nudge, hint hint).

"No." Ariel replied abruptly.

"She spoke at the party." Eric commented.

"That is wonderful."

"Well everyone, except me."

"Hmm, we will discuss this tomorrow, Ariel. Have fun you two."

She was going to say 'no' again but Mr Walt wouldn't listen. He never does when it comes to them. Does he see something I don't?

It didn't take long for them to reach Ariel's room. And it's not hard to miss either. Her sketches had started to appear outside her room, spreading across like a disease. From the outside, you'd say it was just a normal room however when inside, it's incredible. On the wall with the windows, a huge aquarium filled the whole wall - full of fish and crustacean. The usual stuff - wardrobe, desk, bed - all fill the space yet above held her workshop. Being in a tower has it's advantages and Ariel took it. She created a fashion lovers paradise. Sewing machine, pattern cutting table and a mannequin lived up in the attic filled with costumes and outfits she had already created, stored for rainy days. No one ever ventured up there. It is sacred to her like the west wing is to Adam.

Eric walked her over to her bed, moved the cover aside and placed Ariel softly onto the bed. She took of her shoes before pushing her her legs in. "I'll see you on Monday."

Without a hesitation, she reached out for his hand. Ariel smiled dreamily up at him and tugged his warm hands. Eric slipped off his shoes and joined her. So many protests were running through her brain saying 'Why are you doing this?' but her heart was doing all the talking. Ariel turned to look her at and rested her head on his shoulder closing her eyes and taking in this newfound emotion. People say there is a fine line between love and hate, and now, as he pulls her in tighter does Ariel begin to see what that phrase means.

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A/N BLOODY HELL, 7.5K words. I don't think I've ever written that much for anything. (It will be more now, obvs, but I like to do these Author's notes things) It was only going to be the magical three POV in this part but it's a party, everyone goes to them so I added a lot more POV's to keep it going.

Just want to make a comment on my new story called Flynn Rider and the Magical Hair. Percy Jackson and disney crossover - I know, genius. Honestly, if you are loving this it's exactly the same but it's just in Flynn's POV and its in first person. Check it out, thank you. And please comment, being a new story I want to see if it's good enough to continue with. Grats.

- Esmerelda is in it. Whoop. You won't be getting rid of her either now I've fitted her in. I had to put her with the baby because I think it's really sweet and not that many disney people have kids so I want to add all the ones that do in. That may be a spoiler in some of the story lines but we'll see if anyone guesses what's gonna be going on. :D

- Don't you just love Flynn being feminine when drunk. Vodka and cranberry juice anyone?! XD

- See what I did there with Aurora and Phillip? Aww it's so cute when you meet up with people you haven't seen in ages, especially if its childhood friends. Again had to put it into the story. I know in the film they are betrothed at her birth but why not make it so they are old family friends.

- Had to get Naveen working. I loved the scene with the Bimbettes. Classic.

- If it's not obvious by now, I bloody love Grandma Fa. She can say anything and it would be funny. Poor Mulan though. The other day my nan was telling me about an old work colleague saying he was up for rough sex. Rough sex! It's funny but you don't expect your sweet nan saying anything about that.

- Meg, you nasty cat! :'( Poor Flynnie. And Pocahontas, having Mountain Dew as her drug. I have no idea where that came from but LOL. Oh and LeFou being gay. Ingenious again, I know. To my clever, witty followers you may now who is going to show up soon if I have mentioned LeFou - I think Meg has already forseen.

- Cheeky Tia. Does this mean Tia is in the party spirit now?

- I want a tissue for Ariel. Awwwwwwww. Both with Flynn being a jerk and the revelation of her feelings for Eric. I'm getting teary over here.