Just a warning: There is a bit of swearing in this chapter (not really bad or anything) but since I think I've only swore twice in this whole thing I just wanted to give y'all a heads up :)

It really was her fault. Belle could deny it all she wanted, she could point fingers, and plead, and sigh, but at the end of the day it was her fault.

Not that it was even that big of a deal. So she got a flat tire, it was bound to happen someday. But Belle couldn't help feel that if it had been Jasmine driving the car the incident would have never happened.

But you see Jasmine couldn't have been driving the car because Jasmine wasn't there. Belle had taken a few days off of school, the teachers had all understood and sympathized with her. She had tried to go to school after, but the whispers just got to be too much to handle. And so with a few days off she had done what she needed to do and driven all the way to Prairie to visit Anastasia.

She had spent the whole day eating ice cream, saying she was fine, and then crying her eyes out. A constant, vicious circle. She had soaked Anya's shirt through with tears, and messed up her long auburn hair but she knew her friend hadn't minded. Then they watch her favourite movies, "My Fair Lady", "The Breakfast Club", and "Les Miserables". Two whole days filled with crying, healing, and love. For the first time since Papa went missing, she had felt happy.

And it was as she was thinking about this happiness that the tire blew.

Yes, life can be a bitch sometimes.

Unfortunately for Belle,she didn't know how to change a tire. Her father had never really seen the need because they only had one car and she never drove anywhere without him. That tiny oversight was now making her life miserable.

45 minutes after the tire popped, Belle was sweaty, tired, incredibly irritated, and still had gotten no where on changing the tire. The bolts would not come off and she was ready to sit down and cry. Maybe she's run off and live in the woods with a pack of wolves, and they'd accept her as one of their own. And she'd eat berries, and drink rainwater, and run all the time. Her wolf family would watch over her and keep her warm in the winter with their furry bodies and-

Though she did not know it yet (most likely because she was so entranced in her "wolf family daydream") A car had pulled up behind her on the side of the road. It was a large, rusty-red pickup truck, one of the older ones. From out of the pickup truck a tall man with worn, dusty jeans, a sky-blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled past his elbows stepped out. The shirt was unbuttoned halfway down so you could see his oil stained wife-beater underneath. He walked slowly and carefully towards Belle, who was still struggling to get the bolts off.

"Hey can I-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" With a blood-curling scream Belle lifted the crowbar over her head started to bring it down over his head, however she stopped when she realized who the man was.

"Holy shit woman! What the hell, I know you don't like me but is killing me really gonna solve anything? Shit." Adam had fallen backwards in order to save himself and was now dusting himself off.

"YOU SCARED THE LIVING BEJESUS OUTTA ME!" She screamed "ARE YOU AN IDIOT? YOU CAN'T JUST SNEAK UP ON A GIRL LIKE THAT ESPECIALLY IF SHE'S ON THE FREAKIN SIDE OF THE ROAD! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Her shoulders were shaking and she looked on the verge of tears. Adam tried to backpedal.

"Look I'm really sorry I wasn't thinking-"

"Wasn't thinking? WASN'T THINKING? DAMN RIGHT YOU WEREN'T THINKING!"

"Do you need some help?" Adam tried to change to subject, hoping that would calm her down.

"I'm doing perfectly fine ON MY OWN."

"How long have you been working on this?" He asked politely. Belle looked at the tire, then back at Adam, then back at the tire.

"Go to Hell Adam!" She finally yelled. Adam let a small chuckled escape from his lips. He would have never guessed that Belle could swear so naturally.

"Well somebody's got a potty mouth."

"Yeah well, I swear when i get upset, and right now I'm really freaking upset." Belle huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Look I can see that you're mad right now-" she snorted. "But I can help with the tire. Plus even if you don't want my help, I'm not going to leave you alone." Belle stiffend, and slightly turned her head toward him. She stayed in this pose for a few minutes before finally answering him.

"Fine…I guess if you want to help…"

"I do!" Belle studied him again. scrutinizing his face for any signs of untruthfulness.

To Really feel what Belle was feeling at this given moment we really need to go back in time to see the evolution of Belle's life dealing with the male gender. It really hasn't been very pretty at all.

When Belle was in sixth grade, she was society's idea of ugly. She had large glasses, braces, and lackluster hair. She was so thin you could count her ribs and her chest was so flat it was almost concave. Her faces was round and childlike, and at only 4'11, she was tiny. There was always a spread of red pimples across her forehead and down her nose, that plus an extremely pale face made for a walking bully magnet.

Her appearance didn't improve until the summer of ninth grade. Her acne cleared up, and her eyes corrected themselves. She had grown almost 4 inches during her middle school years and over the summer grew another two inches. Her middle grew while her hips shrunk leaving her with a slight hourglass figure. The baby fat left her face and high cheekbones appeared. To top it all off, her hair grew long and shiny, and the goldenness of it became more eye catching. In the time period of three months she had grown from a girl to a beautiful young lady. Not that she saw any difference in herself.

However, there were quite a few who did notice. More specifically, the boys who had tormented her not six months ago. Suddenly they were giving her a much different kind of attention; and she hated it. They thought she owed them something. Now that she was pretty she belonged to them. It aggravated her, but she kept her mouth shut and her glares sharp. Most of the time it was enough to keep them away from her, but there was one who didn't listen to the silent signals. Either because he didn't see them, or because he didn't care.

It started with a simple touch. She was sitting in English, minding her own business, when she felt someone running their hand up her thigh, and thus her nightmare began. Every time he moved his hand she jumped, she sat as far in her seat away as possible, she even asked to be moved. But it didn't stop. She grew terrified about what might happen, she changed her route to classes to avoid him, always walked closest to wall when with friends.

He got more and more comfortable with harassing her. He'd go out of his way to find her. After school he and some friends would seek her out. Tod and Arthur (the two boys who locked their bikes up with her) told her that he would come looking for her after school. It was about this time when Belle applied for Walt Academy in order to escape him. With only a month left in the semester she told herself she could make it until the schedules changed and she did not have to cross paths with him anymore.

"Belle...?" Adam's voice made her jump. His eyes were arrogant but she say hints of softness underneath the cockiness.

"Fine," she brushed her gray Breakfast At Tiffany's movie poster shirt smooth. "What am I doing wrong?" His annoyingly cocky grin light up his face.

"You'll never get the bolts off with that crowbar. Here I think I have something in my car..."

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"Nooooo! Stop it! Stop!"

"Do you agree that I am superior?"

"...No"

"Than no."

Charming groaned and laughed at the same time. Cinderella was on top of him, straddling his hips, and had positioned herself so his arms were pinned behind him.

At the same time she was tickling him mercilessly.

Years ago, if you had told them that one day they'd be as close as they were now, you'd have gotten scoffs and disbelief. While their friends had always been buddies Cinderella and Charming had some very distinct differences that drove them apart when they were young. Rich and poor, popular and shy, boy and girl, day and night, realist and dreamer.

But then everyone started coupling up. And two awkward third-wheels decided to join forces and become an even more awkward third-wheel. Thus the friendship of Cindy and Charming was born.

"Come on Cin, you always win!" Charming said through his giggles.

"That's because I am amazing. Say it with me now 'Cinderella is amazing'" She joked, smiling evilly.

"Y'know maybe I'm holding out because I like looking down your shirt-"

"What!" As soon as her focus was broken Charming made his move.

"GOTCHA!" flipping her around he tried to pin her arms down, but she kept them moving. Jabbing him in the stomach, tickling him under his arms.

"NO FAIR! You can't do that!"

"Says who? You told me my fly was down last week!" Charming pointed out. Cindy stuck out her tongue.

The pair was wrestling on a navy couch in Charming's living room. From where they were laying they could see the patio and part of the lush yard through the french doors. Charming's dad was gone on a business trip (big surprise there) and he had the house to himself for two weeks.

"How's home life?" The conversation went from fun to serious just like that. Cinderella didn't make eye contact. "That bad?" She shrugged. Charming rolled off of her, and scooted to make room for her to sit up. Cindy sat up and put her head on his shoulder.

"My dad is coming back next week."

"That's great!"

"It's only for a few days though." They sat in silence. She didn't have to say anything. He knew.

"How long can you stay?"

"I've stayed too long already." But she didn't make any movements to suggest she was leaving.

"You could just-"

"Stay? Thomas we've had this conversation before." Cindy was one of the few people who called Charming by his first name. Most people just called him Charming.

"I know, I know but what if-"

"If I could stay here forever without my step-mother noticing or caring? Then I would you know I would but I just-"

"Can't. I know." He sighed. Cindy brushed a piece of brown hair out of his eyes.

"Hey, it's alright! I'm a big girl. I've dealt with this before. I've lived with them for years, I can handle them."

"I know."

"I'll be fine."

"I know."

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I know." She lightly punched his arm.

"So are you going to drive me home or do I have to walk all by myself?" She fake pouted. Charming chuckled and pulled her up from the couch.

"I'll take you."

"Hey Charming?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you really see down my shirt?" She asked as they got into the car.

"I don't know could I?" He ducked out of the way of her fist.

"HEY!"

"Would you really have minded that much?" He ducked again. "I'm trying to drive over here." He said with fake scolding.

"Oh yeah, right." She leaned over and turned the radio up. "What is this crap?"

"Hey I like that crap!"

"Uh-huh. You have such a bad taste in music. I mean, Rap? Really?"

"Oh yeah? And what do you listen to?" They argued about music the rest of the way. It wasn't a real intense battle. They always argued when Charming drove her home. He knew it helped Cindy take her mind off of life.

"You should stay over this weekend." He asked suddenly.

"Char-" Cinderella sighed.

"Just listen! Say you're staying with Rora. I want to take you someplace." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Please?"

"I'll see what I can do."

After a few more minutes of driving they came to a stop in front of the large house.

"Well Princess here we are!" He jumped out to open the door for her. As she got out she kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm going to be okay, got it?" He nodded. "Good." She hurried up to the house with a wave back.

"SEE YOU TOMORROW!"

"BYE CIN!"

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A/N: Didn't quite get in everything I wanted too but still it's better than nothing. Sorry for the boring chapter, I kind of liked it though. I don't know about you. (Again more Belle I just love her so much though #sorrynotsorry) And Cindy and Charming! One of the best Disney couples of all time! I'm starting to think I might make a separate story for Hercules and Meg, because I was planning it all out and I just can't fit them in! So sorry! I would also love to thank EVERYONE who commented on the last chapter. Wow, just wow! I LOVE YOU ALL! Expect some Snow White and Frederick, Esmeralda, and Lottie and Tiana are coming BAAAAAAAAAACCCKKKKK! Yay!