I am sorry this did not come out yesterday. SO this is truly a colllab chapter! We BOTH wrote it! Oh, and we don't own Disney.
When Tiana opened her eyes, she suddenly remembered where she was. On Esmeralda's couch. Still handcuffed to Naveen. She sat up with a start, swinging her handcuffed hand up.
"Ow!" Naveen woke up as well, as his arm was jerked upwards. "What's your problem?"
"I'm still handcuffed to you!" Tiana yelled. Their yelling brought Esmeralda in the room.
"Good, you're awake." she said simply. "So, are you guys hungry?"
"Please tell me you found the key." Tiana begged.
"Not yet." Esmeralda admitted. "Sorry..."
"Still bitter, aren't we, princess?" Naveen smirked. Tiana stuck out her tongue at him.
"Just sit tight." Esmeralda said. "I'll make breakfast."
"Oh no." Tiana said. "Last time you cooked, poor Quasimodo had to live with the guilt of using a fire extinguisher on your hair."
"I told him it was okay." Esmeralda argued. "He did put out the fire on it!"
"Why not order in?" Naveen cut in.
"Order in what?" Tiana said angrily. "Pizza?"
"Why not?" Esmeralda said. "Pizza in the morning never killed anybody." She was already walking away and dialing on her phone. Tiana just gave a gusty sigh in return.
"So, how's your arm feeling?" Naveen asked.
"Shut up." Tiana said.
"I'm being serious." Naveen insisted. "I'm worried." Along with his words, he gave her his dimpled smile, his dark eyes shining.
"Worried my ass." Tiana retorted.
"Geez, I tried to be nice." Naveen said, his smile dropping.
"I don't care." Tiana fumed.
"Tiana." Naveen said. "It wouldn't kill you to be nicer, you know? It wasn't my fault."
"I know." Tiana admitted, but she averted her eyes from Naveen's.
"I'll make you a deal." Naveen said. "You come spend the day with my friends...since we kind of have to go together...and I'll pay you for your troubles."
"I'm not interested in your money." Tiana said in response. "And especially not your friends."
"I didn't say you had to talk to them." Naveen pressed on. "Esmeralda told me that you really want to go to college-"
"Some friend." Tiana grumbled.
"I'll pay your first semester. C'mon, please?" Naveen said. Tiana glanced slowly at him, not sure to believe him just yet. Naveen stared right into her eyes, looking sincere for once.
"Okay." she said at last.
Jane paused briefly, feeling as if she were being followed. "Who's there?" She called out. There came no answer. She took a tentative step forward and heard a soft thud. She gave a frightened squeak and started to run.
"Espera! (Wait!)" Tarzan bounded up beside her.
"Oh, it's you Tarzan." Jane gave a sigh of relief. "I was so frightened!"
"Estas bien? (Are you okay?)" Tarzan asked. Jane shook her head in reply.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Jane said apologetically.
"No te entiendo (I don't know what you're saying)." Tarzan said.
"I feel like I should know you better." Jane studied the boy before her. "I'll teach you English!" Tarzan only stared blankly at her. "Walk with me to school, won't you, Tarzan?"
"Perdon? (I'm sorry?)" Tarzan questioned.
"You." Jane pointed to him.
"Tarzan." Tarzan said, thinking she was asking for his name. Jane gigled.
"No, no, no. You-" she pointed again. "Walk-" she signaled his feet. "With me?" she then gestured to herself. Tarzan nodded simply, and Jane smiled warmly at him, starting to walk away. Tarzan walked along, a similar yet questioning smile on his own face.
Pocahontas and Nakoma were studying for a test in one of the school's hallways. It being Valentine's day and all, lockers were decked out in pink, red and white for the occasion.
"Pocahantas, Kocoum talked to me again," Nakoma casually said. "Now, I know that you don't..."
"Nakoma, I have a boyfriend," Pocahantas said, exasperated. "Kocoum just needs to accept that I don't like him."
"Look at you, miss Heartbreaker!" Nakoma teased. "For some reason he thinks that you listen to me, that's why he keeps asking me to tell you these things."
"I do listen to you. Which is why you can tell him to stop asking me out," Pocahantas said, giving her friend a pleading smile.
"I'm not Cupid," Nakoma said. "And there is no way I'm telling him today of all days. It's Valentine's day!"
"You're right," Pocahantas sighed dramatically. "I guess only a real friend of mine would do this for me."
"Don't you dare turn this on me Pocahantas!" Nakoma groaned. "All right. You're my best friend and I will tell him sometime next week, to let him get over you."
"Thanks Nakoma!" Pocahantas said, throwing her arms around her best friend.
"Who are you getting over?" John Smith hugged Pocahantas from behind.
"John!" Pocahantas said, clutching his arms. Nakoma said some excuse about having to leave, but neither John Smith nor Pocahantas paid attention to her.
"Happy Valentine's day," John Smith said, handing her a card and a bunch of yellow daisies.
"John!" Pocahantas gasped, as John placed the flowers in her hands. "This is so sweet!" John shrugged.
"I have my moments," he said. "Do you like them?"
"Yes, I love them!" Pocahantas said. "I- I love..." She wanted to say "I love you" but couldn't bring herself to say it. She ducked her head, a little embarrassed. John lifted her head to meet his gaze.
"It's alright," he said. "I'm glad you like them."
"Oh, John, I didn't get you anything," Pocahantas said, looking down again.
"You did," John smiled. "You're the greatest thing I could've ever gotten for Valentine's day." Pocahantas blushed and looked into his blue eyes again. He wrapped her into his arms and gently kissed her. Pocahantas kissed him back, knowing she had found true love.
Ariel finished coloring in the last heart on the valentine.
"There," she said aloud.
"What are you doing?" Mulan asked, biting into a muffin. Both girls were waiting for their first period classes to start in the cafeteria.
"Coloring this valentine for Eric," Ariel said. She lifted her homemade card, complete with a picture of Eric on the front.
"What'd you do, scan one of those pictures in your shrine onto the paper?" Mulan asked, taking the card.
"No, Rapunzel drew it for me. She's a great artist," Ariel said. "And she captured Eric perfectly for me." She sighed, most likely day dreaming about the aforementioned boy.
"Look at you, all lovestruck when you're still single," Mulan said. "And on Valentine's day to boot."
"You're no judge of being single Mulan!" Ariel said.
"Didn't that one guy Jim Hawkins once ask you out, but you turned him down for your fantasy relationship with Eric?" Mulan shot back.
"Jim never officially asked me out," Ariel said defensively. "We just had a thing when we were younger."
"Well, this is your time to get Eric," Mulan said. "You saved his life and now he's in your debt. Surely he'll agree to a date and you won't be ultimately humiliated."
"I don't want to guilt him into it!" Ariel said. "I want him to like me for real."
"If you have to get all picky about it, fine," Mulan said. "So sign your name and let's find Eric."
"What? No, it's going to be anonymous," Ariel said. "I can't sign it."
"Fine, just show the whole football team your shrine then," Mulan said. "WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU NOT SIGN IT ARIEL?!" Ariel shrunk back.
"Well when you yell at me like that I won't answer!" she snapped. "I don't want Eric to know yet."
"Umm, your deadline is tomorrow," Mulan said. "Which I bet you didn't notice I got Flynn to extend your deadline."
"Thanks Mulan," Ariel said, smiling weakly. "But I really want Eric to like-like me, not just thank me and move on."
Reluctantly Mulan agreed to Ariel's plan even though she knew it would end in disaster. Ariel crept to Eric's locker with Mulan following closely behind.
"I'll just slide it in..." Ariel said, but she gasped and shoved the valentine into Mulan's hands all of a suden, ducking behind the bank of lockers.
"Hey, what was that for!" Mulan said, turning but Ariel was nowhere in sight. Then she realized why.
"Uh, hey Shang," Mulan said shyly. The asian boy was standing in front of Eric's locker.
"Hey Mulan," he said, nicely and a little hesitant. He looked down at Mulan's hands. Mulan glanced down too.
"Oh that's just for..." she stammered.
"For Eric?" Shang asked, picking up the card. "I could give it to him if you wan.."
"No!" Mulan blurted out. "I mean, sure. But don't tell him who gave you it." Shang nodded.
"Sure. He won't know," he said. Mulan's face was getting redder by the second.
"Great. Thanks Shang," she said. "Merry Christmas." Shang gave her a confused look.
"I-I mean happy Valentine's day!" Mulan said. "Well, umm, bye Shang." Shang nodded while Mulan, cheeks burning, muttered about how Ariel was so dead when she found her.
"Thanks Mulan," Ariel said shyly, standing up from behind the locker.
"YOU ARE SO DEAD!" Mulan yelled. "When I get my hands on you.."
"You okay Mulan?" Shang asked from behind. He didn't see Ariel so he thought Mulan was yelling at the lockers.
"Oh, yeah," Mulan blushed, "My, umm, locker just won't open."
"I could try," Shang said. "What's your combination?" It wasn't actually Mulan's locker so she didn't want to say anything.
"Uh, 12-34-56," she lied. Shang tried it.
"It's not working," he said, furrowing a brow.
"Maybe because that's the wrong combination," someone laughed from behind them.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Megara!" Mulan said, seeing the thin brunette grinning at her.
"Mulan, I thought this was your locker," Shang said, confused.
"Not exactly, it was just a mix-up!" Mulan said quickly. "Haha, no wonder it wouldn't open!" She let out an unconvincing laugh. Meg just smiled knowingly at Mulan's face.
"You two dating?" she asked. "Or are you just trying to open my locker?" Mulan took that moment to run far, far away, cursing Ariel under her breath.
Belle was nervous. She hadn't seen Adam since Aurora's party, and he had hardly said anything after they danced. Now she needed to know exactly what it was that made Adam angry at her. If he was angry at her. He did have a temper, as she knew when she met him.
"Belle?" Adam's familiar voice said from behind her. Belle turned to say hello but was stunned into silence. Adam looked different. Really different. His baggy, mismatched clothes were traded in for a gentlemanly attire change. His messy hair was tied back in a ponytail.
"Oh" was all Belle could say. Adam looked a bit embarressed.
"Yeah, I just dressed up a little," he said. "It's laundry day." He cringed at his words.
"You look good," Belle said, still a little awkwardly. "I-"
Adam handed her a red rose.
"What's this?" she asked, shocked.
"It's a flower," Adam said. "You told me you liked roses the most of any flower." Belle remembered that conversation, it had taken place about 2 days ago.
"Thank you Adam," she said shyly.
"Happy Valentine's day," Adam said softly, and turned beet red. He walked away. Belle gave the rose a delicate sniff. How sweet of Adam.
"Hello Belle, as lovely as ever," Gaston said from behind her. Belle resisted the urgue to roll her eyes. Gaston was this awful, muscly, and charming guy.
"Hello Gaston," she said nicely.
"Today's your lucky day Belle," Gaston said arrogantly, cornering her against a wall.
"Is it?" Belle laughed nervously, sliding to the cafeteria door and praying someone would open it. "I don't know what you mean Gaston."
"It's the day you become my girlfriend," Gaston said, leaning closer to her face. Belle heard footsteps approaching the cafeteria door.
"Why, Gaston, I'm speechless," she said, ready to slide out from under him. "But I don't deserve you." When someone pushed on the door handle Belle nimbly slid out under Gaston and Gaston ended up smashed against the wall by the cafeteria.
"Oops, sorry Gaston," Esmeralda said, walking out with Quasimodo. "Didn't see you there." Belle giggled and walked away, pleased with herself.
"Stupid, stupid holiday." Esmeralda mumbled as she shoved her books into her locker, glaring death rays at all the hearts surrounding her.
"Esmeralda, why are you trying to kill the poor locker?" Snow White asked, joining the girl.
"I hate Valentine's day." Esmeralda replied. "Why should girls cave in to guys like this? It's bullshit. I'm independent."
"I guess, if that's what you think." Snow White said.
"Don't tell me they've brainwashed you, Snow." Esmeralda said, faking horror but ended up acting like she was very sarcastic...which also was true.
"I just believe in love." Snow White said defensively.
"And I suppose you have a boyfriend." Esmeralda stated, slamming her locker door.
"Not yet." Snow White said. "But you just wait. Someday, my prince will come." She walked away, humming a Justin Bieber song and twirling ever so often.
"Sap." Esmeralda muttered. Then she remembered she needed her history book. Sighing, she started to open the locker again, but found the lock was stuck. "Shit." she mumbled, shaking it anxiously, her math book in her other hand.
"Need a hand?" Esmeralda whirled around, almost hitting the boy behind her with her book. He quickly blocked the blow with the Chemistry book in his hand.
"You!" Esmeralda said, infuriated.
"Me?" Phoebus said, confused.
"You're on the fencing team!" Esmeralda said.
"And?" Phoebus said.
"You and your no-good friends took our gym tomorrow." Esmeralda said. "And your stupid teacher supervisor, Frollo, told me we couldn't practice magic in school anymore!"
"We?" Phoebus echoed.
"Clopin and I." Esmeralda said. "He's one of my oldest friends, kind of like a brother to me."
"Clopin. Yeah, I know him." Phoebus said. "He was having the students sign some petition for the whole gym-thing."
"We have a birthday party to perform at." Esmeralda scowled at Phoebus.
"Sorry, Frollo won't allow me to skip." Phoebus held up his hands in surrender.
"So you won't do anything?" Esmeralda said.
"Why should I?" Phoebus baited her, a teasing smile on his lips.
"Ugh, you son of a-" Esmeralda began.
"Ah ah ah, you're at school." Phoebus taunted.
"I hate you!" Esmeralda slammed a fist into her locker.
"Whoa, I'm sorry." Phoebus said, trying to help her with her locker.
"Rot in hell!" Esmeralda shoved him away, her book slamming into his arm.
"Ouch." he rubbed the sore spot, holding up his own book as a shield. "You sure you don't need my help?"
"I don't need the association." Esmearalda hissed, walking away, ignoring the book she was supposed to get.
"Wait!" Phoebus called, but she was already gone.
Jasmine walked over to her locker to see Ali standing there. She smirked slightly, but went over to him.
"Happy Valentine's day." Ali smiled charmingly, holding out a purple lily.
"Thanks, Ali." Jasmine smiled, taking the flower. "How has your day been?"
"Well, it's better now." Ali gave her an awestruck smile, which he quickly erased.
"You're so cheesy." Jasmine couldn't help but smile back. "At least this time we meet when I'm not getting chased down by guards, right?"
"Yeah, well, I do a few heroic acts here and there, you know..." Aladdin froze. "Shit..."
"You are Aladdin!" Jasmine said, whipping off his fake glasses.
"Hey!" Aladdin reached for them, but Jasmine twirled out of his reach. He caught her by her waist, and she faced him, giggling and waving his glasses. "Okay, I'm really Aladdin." He admitted. "But I'm a good guy, I swear. I just like to dress up as a bad boy...it's, um, for this extra-credit essay I'm writing. Yeah, about perspective of life of a social reject."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jasmine asked softly.
"I was worried you'd think I was weird." Aladdin said, releasing Jasmine from his arms.
"I'd never think that." Jasmine said, wrapping her arms around him. "At least we're honest now. Happy Valentine's day!"
"Right." Aladdin chuckled weakly. "Honest..."
"I've been thinking." Jasmine said. "You should meet my dad!"
"Your...dad?" Aladdin said weakly.
"He'd be so impressed by your extra credit essay." Jasmine said excitedly.
"I-I don't know." Aladdin said. "Maybe...maybe sometime later-?"
"It's okay if you're nervous." Jasmine said, laying a hand on his arm. "I'd really like to meet your parents too."
"Y-yeah. Well, they're out of town, maybe sometime later." Aladdin stammered.
"I just want him to stop trying to set me up on dates." Jasmine sighed. "And with you, it's so...different. You're different." Her fingers intertwined with his, and he just smiled hesitantly back.
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