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I didn't update for like ONE FREAKING MONTH!
I had a serious case of writers' block and stayed up nights thinking how angry you all may be. I don't mind.
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I hope this chapter isn't a big fat fail.
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Rapunzel couldn't cry anymore.
She could only ponder at one question: What happened?
What had happened to the lively, happy life in the castle with her one true love? Only Eugene could answer that. Pascal turned a depressing shade of blue and squeaked empathetically while he snuggled himself against her chestnut hair. He found it particularly more comfy than her 70 feet of golden locks.
"It's alright, Pascal. I'll fix everything…"
But inside, she knew she was lying. She never lied.
How could she fix anything practically at all?
Everything was wrecked. Especially her love life.
Now even her parents were cross, because Fallon hurled herself down with the vases and accused her of hurting her (but she didn't!).
She finally concluded to confront Fallon and end this once and for all.
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Eugene knew he had done something wrong. Very wrong. Never in his whole life had he ever saw Rapunzel looking so heartbroken. And that was why he could tell he made an abominable mistake.
Why did you push her away! Eugene. She's the love of your life!
He felt like in the cartoons, when there was a little angel sitting on your left shoulder and the little devil sitting on your right.
The devil argued.
She miffed you when she asked about Fallon already. Eugene, make her suffer.
Make her suffer? Of course not! He was angry, but not that angry. And he would never have the heart to hurt her any more than this. He was already beginning to regret that last encounter. And he couldn't- wait, scratch that- he didn't believe that Rapunzel had thrown that vase at Fallon. She wasn't like that. She didn't ever intention to hurt anyone, except for the frying pan- which, was used for self-protection only… So unless Fallon had tried to undermine Rapunzel in any way, Rapunzel wouldn't have thrown that vase at her. Eugene found a lot of logic in that. The imaginary angelic little figure supported that thesis.
Yes! Rapunzel did not do anything wrong! If Fallon wasn't hurting Rapunzel physically, or verbally, Rapunzel would not have flung that vase at her…
That was it! But the devil would not comply.
Good grief, how Eugene hated internal arguments.
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Eugene pulled back almost immediately after Rapunzel had asked him about his relationship with Fallon. Mixed feelings of being completely caught off guard and sympathy for Rapunzel churned up inside, and it turned into a shout of total fury.
"Nothing! There's nothing going on! Do you not trust me? Really, Rapunzel!" Eugene was shocked at how cold his voice sounded. Rapunzel just stood there looking completely shattered before she uttered a tearful opinion.
"Eugene, I just want you to be honest with me! You were the most honest man I know… and you don't have to raise your voice! I'm just asking!" Eugene immediately regretted what he had said, but he was mad.
"Then why don't you just let me go sometimes? If you REALLY care about me!" Eugene spat. "If I'm such a douche bag, why're you with me?"
Oops… shouldn't have gone that far…
Rapunzel made a noise that was part gasp, part groan, part cry, and part whine. It was a noise that broke his heart. Her hands balled into fists. Her face turned red.
"YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE RIGHT! WHY AM I WITH YOU?"
Eugene responded with a shrug he knew would piss her off, and a swift motion with her hand across his face accompanied with a loud 'slap' was Rapunzel's only reply before her eyes widened. Her face turned to an expression of regret, but the look of rage returned.
"Rapunzel, wait-" Eugene clutched his aching cheek and tried to get her in his grasp but only succeeded to trip over some pillows in one klutzy move. He could only watch on dumbly as Rapunzel stormed out of the room, not even looking back.
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Eugene thought it over for the umpteenth time, and decided to go over to Rapunzel and try to patch things up with her and life would be what it used to be. But Fallon… he couldn't ditch her. She was… the most beautiful girl Eugene had ever met in his life. There was just one problem: Rapunzel seems to hate her. If he talked about Fallon with Rapunzel, it was likely she'd burst into tears and would probably hit him upside the head with some blunt object. Nope. Bad idea. Fallon can wait.
He strutted down the labyrinth of a hallway, passing Fallon's room but not seeming to notice, and he reached that certain door nobody could miss. Not even bothering to knock, he barged in like Rapunzel had into his room, as the princess rose in alarm. She was wearing a floral nightgown Adeline had picked, and Eugene thought it was quite attractive. Rapunzel would've looked attractive, yes, if she hadn't looked so downcast. Pascal climbed onto her head and glared at him defensively. He could tell Rapunzel had been discussing some things with the chameleon. Her face was tearstained. She looked completely crushed.
"What are you doing here?" She asked in a menacingly low whisper, and it made Eugene wince. It didn't seem like her at all.
"I…just hoped we could patch a few things up. Sorry for being such a- I don't know what the other day,"
"That's not going to change anything," Rapunzel said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Why?" Eugene hoped this wasn't going to start getting physical. He didn't like getting physical, and certainly not with Rapunzel. He never, ever wanted to hurt her.
"Because," was her only reply. She could've came up with a better comeback, but Eugene guessed that she was afraid to hurt his feelings, and he was grateful for that. Pascal climbed back onto her shoulder and gave him another icy glare.
"Pascal, drop it." Eugene said. Pascal was… actually very scary for a chameleon. Rapunzel looked like she was stifling a laugh.
"Eugene," she grouched. There was an expression on her face he couldn't quite put his finger on… a mixture of creeped-outness, amusement, and exasperation. Exactly the kind of look she gave him when he showed her the smolder. Though he sure couldn't understand why.
"I apologized." Eugene whined. "And I only came all the way over here so you could have your say." Rapunzel scoffed.
"In my defense, I would question you if you knew what Fallon did last night." Eugene did not see that coming.
"So…? What's the point? Do you expect me to believe Fallon hurled the vase at herself?"
"Exactly."
Woah, what?
This was getting really complicated. Eugene decided to change the subject.
"It's been… a really messed up week, hasn't it?"
Rapunzel rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. It was annoying and at the same time adorable.
"The most messed up seven days ever. You have no idea." The princess paused and lowered her eyes. "And most of it has to do with you."
"How? Is it because of Fallon?" Eugene hoped this was the chance to get honest and be open with each other.
"Yes!" Rapunzel replied angrily. "It almost seems like you don't care about me anymore. And she always drags you around everywhere. It's always 'Eugeeene, this' or 'Eugeeene, that'! She makes it so I can barely get even a glimpse of you. Do you even love me anymore?"
Eugene almost gasped. Really? Was that what this was all about?
"Yes! Of course! But when I try to talk, you leave the room!"
"Because you're always with HER!"
Her. Fallon. She had a point.
"Yeah, I guess," he said. "But only 'cause-I don't know."
That was a problem.
He didn't know.
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Flynn knew what he meant when he said he didn't do backstory. He basically wanted to live the life, on a private island. Alone. Flynn didn't need anyone in his life, he didn't want anyone in his life, and one day when he was out swashbuckling that all changed.
Eugene felt a connection to that one weird girl who just happened to be unexpectedly cute, so he told her everything before he could even take it back. Then he fell in love with her, took away her only gift, died for her, and then found the girl was the lost princess and took her back to where she belonged. It was completely and utterly crazy.
She was the same girl he devoted nearly his entire life to. She was Blondie. And that was all that mattered.
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I've been SO lazy lately and I am not being very responsible for my stories.. This is a really short chapter but there's more here because I have MUCH to say…..
As for my lovely, lovely reviewers who have stuck with me for 4 dang months, I thank you terribly and OH MY GOSH this has wasted much of your time, and I love you and I'm gonna go eat and sleep and cry after this cause I feel terrible and write some more, I have a one-shot planned, just for fun.
REVIEW REPLIES YEHHHH
review reply one: "Hmm…. I can feel you. And hey, you got that right, Fallon's using him. And that's just got him all confused, you know? Anywayyyy thanks thanks for the longish review."
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Oh yeah, people, people- Stop getting Fallon's name wrong! I know, she's a b**** and yeah, all of that. Not to be offensive. :)))
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