Wow thanks for all the great feedback everyone,

"I want to strangle Vanessa" was one of my personal favourites haha

Friday rehearsals were a lot more exciting than trust exercises. Clopin and Crab had everybody 'connect' to their characters and choose their favourite scenes from the film. Ariel awkwardly had to explain her favourite was 'We're All In This Together' and how she'd love to wear Gabriella's red dress and sing the song. Everyone listened intently but Ariel knew that since she'd never get to actually perform the scene and so she tried to downplay her enthusiasm in describing it.

Pocahontas was happy to have little lines and scenes in the production as it meant she didn't have to attend every single rehearsal and she could spend more time studying. With the exception of Mr Gray's dull history classes, she was enjoying most of her lessons this year. She was even spending extra time with Tiana on the prom committee and managed to pitch in rounding up photos for the yearbook. That Saturday, however, Pocahontas didn't spend all day doing homework or studying. She had spent most the afternoon planning out what exactly to wear on her date. It was oddly warm for October that day and her planned trousers and top with layered scarf and cardigan plummeted as she sifted through skirts and tank tops. She found it all a bit absurd the premise of going on a date with a man she'd met just once and knew nothing about. She hadn't even heard from him since. It felt so old-fashioned and uneasy not having his phone number or anything to go by, she even considered whether or not it had all actually happened. From her bedroom upstairs, Pocahontas could smell frying noodles and her stomach suddenly growled. She pulled the blouse she was considering off over her head and swapped it for a comfier t-shirt before heading downstairs where her father was stood over the stove, frying with ease. Through the double, wooden doors Pocahontas could see her grandmother in the lounge watching a documentary on TV. She didn't watch much else.

"Pocahontas, that's the third outfit I've seen you in today" her father said. Pocahontas pulled out three forks and avoided her fathers gaze, "Esmeralda's having a barbecue later" she lied "I want to look nice". She figured it would be best her father didn't hear about the older man who wanted to destroy their land.

"You won't be eating dinner here tonight then?" he asked,

"Not tonight" she confirmed, watching her father dish up lunch. "Well have these noodles" he offered, "and take these for your grandmother"

Pocahontas took the two bowls and headed through, "Lunch, Grandmother Willow" she said softly.

"Ah, thank you dear" Grandmother Willow croaked, switching the TV off and taking the bowl from her granddaughter. Pocahontas plopped into the seat beside her and the two of them dug straight into their food.

"Isn't that a different top to the one you were wearing earlier?"

Pocahontas nodded.

"And trousers" Grandmother Willow observed, "Where are you off too?"

"Esmeralda's having a barbecue" she lied again. Her grandmother laughed lowly, "Is she now?"

Pocahontas eyed her grandmother and they shared a knowing gaze. "Oh poppycock!" Grandmother Willow cried, amused "Now who's this gentlemen you're off to see?"

Pocahontas didn't have time to answer, her father had walked into the room and sat with his mother and daughter quite obliviously. "I better go and get started on my hair" Pocahontas announced.

"I like your turquoise sundress, perfect for a barbecue- and your hair is perfect natural" her grandmother said, emphasising 'barbecue' as their little secret. Pocahontas smiled and thanked her before heading out, but as she opened the door her father spoke up,

"Oh mother" he began, addressing Grandmother Willow "Those stuffy land-stealers were over again yesterday afternoon"

"Not again, won't they leave us alone?"

"This time it was some charismatic, British guy" he sighed

Her grandmother tutted "Money driven jerks"

Pocahontas shut the door before hearing anymore, slightly worried now about the conflict. She didn't want her dad or even her grandmother seeing John Smith pick her up later. She knew they'd be dead against it. She shook her head and headed upstairs to change into the little turquoise sundress as suggested.

Esmeralda had been humming 'bop to the top' all morning, she was excited about this musical and couldn't wait to be performing as Sharpay who was, in her opinion, the most fabulous character in the entire thing. She had so much personality, so many great, iconic lines and Esmeralda couldn't wait to get on that blue, salsa dress. Esmeralda pulled on a purple tank top and denim shorts, flipped her sunglasses onto her head and then went into the garden where her parents were watering plants and weeding.

"Hello, Es" her mother, Mala, greeted "Any plans today?" Esmeralda glanced at her empty notifications screen on her phone. No Pocahontas, no Phoebus, no anyone. Hmph.

"No" she replied miserably but then, as if on cue, her phone began to ring on an unknown number.

"Hello?" she answered,

"Hey Esmeralda!" a melodic voice said "It's me, Aurora"

"Oh! Hey Aurora, what's up?"

"Tiana gave me your number, I hope you don't mind. Anyway, the weathers looking great today so how about we put aside a few hours and venue hunt, you know, for prom?"

Esmeralda grimaced. Venue hunting? As if that didn't sound boring enough but Aurora would probably only like the bright pink venues and the thought of it all tired Esmeralda out. "I don't know, Aurora, I'm a little busy"

"I can pick you up? We can get some food?" she offered. Esmeralda considered this, thinking about a cup of coffee and some well-cooked fries... croissants... pasta. Her stomach growled. "I suppose I can cancel my plans"

"Perfect! See you soon!" Aurora said, she took Esmeralda's address and hung up.

About half an hour later, Aurora had pulled up outside of Esmeralda's humble home in a Barbie Pink convertible with some cat-eye sunglasses and a big grin. Esmeralda jumped in and surprisingly as they sped off, conversation came with ease. The two girls never spoke much over the years only fleetingly but since prom committee and the play, they had plenty to discuss. They gossiped a little about the Tremaine twins, talked about Ariel's fabulous hair, how much they hated Vanessa and how gorgeous they both thought Aladdin truly was but Aurora hushed 'Don't tell Philip!' after admitting so.

"I've made a small list, would you get it?" Aurora said, gesturing to her purse. Esmeralda unzipped Aurora's Chanel handbag and pulled a small notepad out. Inside with her curly, pink writing read a small list of venues.

"Triton?" Esmeralda read "Don't you think its cliche?"

"Traditional" Aurora retorted

"Every senior prom is held there" Esmeralda said

"Exactly"

Esmeralda sighed, "Let's go check it out then"

They parked outside the Disney Triton hotel. It was on the beach front, as were all Triton's worldwide hotels, and most Disney Proms had been held there, especially since the seven Triton sisters themselves attended Disney High. The hotel was gorgeous to be sure, but Esmeralda felt they could up the game. Nevertheless, they looked around. They walked through the foyer and the beach theme persisted. Shades of blue resided and so did sandy yellows and coral oranges. There was also a small map of other Triton resorts around the world, Madrid, LA, Cornwall, Tusnia, India, Hawaii and more.

"Wow, I adore the sea theme!" Aurora said "Imagine what their house is like!"

Esmeralda winced a bit, she imaged the Triton's house as a smaller version of the hotel. She didn't want a prom just the same as everyone else's. She wanted something better. They wandered through the hotel lobby and through to a ball room. The huge windows allowed an ocean view to pour in and even Esmeralda knew that on a Summer's evening it would be beautiful... but for now families in 'Mickey Mouse' swimsuits, children crushing sandcastles, babies crying and fat, older men with their shirts off could be seen.

"We can all get photos on the beach!" Aurora suggested,

"Like every other year group has?"

Aurora shrugged "It is beautiful"

They got back into the car and pulled out Aurora's list. Aurora hovered a green gel pen over the notepad. "So, eight out of ten?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"Seven because it's overused" Esmeralda said. Aurora nodded and then made the note of their rating. "Next venue, then!" she announced. Esmeralda smiled but her stomach grumbled and the heat had began to get to her. She felt a little restless as they sped off, hoping that the next venue would be perfect so that she could just head home.

Anna and Elsa hadn't spoken much that week after their argument in the corridor. Elsa's outburst had Anna avoiding her at most costs. She even avoided telling her friends the news fearing they'd react the same but Jasmine wasn't stupid, in fact, she had basically guessed it by now. Anna felt lonelier every day and the only thing she had to look forward to was her promised date with Hans at the mall. That Saturday, she excitedly changed into a pair of soft pink jeans and a white tank top. She had to stop herself running into Elsa's room to ask what she thought of her outfit. Instead, she took a pink handbag and a denim jacket and decided it would do. As she walked the few blocks to the mall she wondered what Hans had planned. A picnic in the park? Had he booked a table? Italian food? Maybe Thai? Feeding the ducks? The movies? There were some great romantic comedies out- maybe he'd put his arm around her! Maybe they'd sit under the fountain in the mall, splash each other playfully and then take photos in the photo booth! She waited by the entrance, checking the time every ten seconds. It was exactly 1:00pm and she was exactly where he told her to be. She felt a little awkward, avoiding peoples gazes so they knew she hadn't been stood up. After twenty minutes, Hans showed up.

"Sorry, Anna!" he said "Traffic held me up"

Anna sighed relieved. Traffic! That made perfect sense! She knew he'd have a good excuse seeing as he was her boyfriend.

"You look nice" he said with a small smile and Anna blushed. "So where are we going? A restaurant? The movies? Oh! They have a new ice rink in the courtyard!"

"That all sounds great, Anna, but I thought we'd do something a little simpler. We could go and get my favourite food"

"Oh!" Anna replied curiously, "Italian? Greek?"

"Not quite"

"Yeah, more tomatoes... lettuce... mayo and tomato sauce...what else?" Hans listed as the Subway guy filled his BMT footlong sandwich.

"And you?" the guy looked at Anna

"Lettuce and tomatoes, please" she said quietly.

Subway. Subway was her first date. A sandwich shop. She wasn't a snob, far from it, but this was not romantic. They sat opposite each other surrounded by builders on their lunch breaks in Hi-Vis jackets and open mouthfuls of food as well as parents with toddlers who would chuck lettuce and screech.

"So... are we doing anything else?" she asked hopefully

"If you want" he shrugged. Anna winced. Sure, he was cute, and seemed really sweet but she realised she didn't even know anything about him and it was starting to get awkward.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked

"Twelve" he nodded "I'm the youngest" Anna giggled, she hadn't expected such a high number. "Whoa!"

"Yeah" he swallowed loudly "Three of them pretended I was invisibly for a year!"

Anna giggled again and then told him all about Elsa while Hans told her about all twelve of his brothers.

"Curt- he's the oldest he moved to Brazil now- Henrich and Claudios- twins- Anderson, Michel- he just got married- Vincent, Nicholas, Sander, Bernard- he's such a nerd he's studying science at college- Laurence, Greg- who's huge honestly- and Isaac"

Anna just blinked, "How did your parents find so many names?"

"We can barely remember each other" he half laughed "I don't get on with most of them anyway, Laurence sometimes and Vincent when he visits"

"Your house must be huge!"

Hans laughed again, "Oh no, it's only me, Laurence, Greg, Isaac and Bernard at home now. We got a much smaller house a few years ago"

"We have a big old house, like four bedrooms and three bathrooms! I don't know why we even need that space!"

"When we lived in Holland our house had like eight bedrooms! It was crazy!" They exchanged conversation about sandwiches and chocolates, their families and Anna forgave him about the terrible Subway. They wandered the mall some more, she bought them both ice cream and at the end of the date he walked her to the end of her road and leaned in for a kiss. Anna couldn't admit that she was a little disappointed. The kiss tasted like mayo and wasn't soft, it was quick and unplanned.

"I had a great time, Anna. You're such a great girlfriend" he said, and Anna practically skipped the whole way down the road, the taste of Italian BMT still fresh in her mouth.

Meg stayed home despite the sunny Saturday. Her period had come to an end and she enjoyed her own company anyway. Meg lived with her mum now, the two got on well even though they knew very little about each others personal lives. Her mum was a midwife and spent a lot of time at work. Their little house was rather nice now since the divorce, decorates in working woman greys, plums with lots of purple throw pillows and flowers all around. Helen Miratio came home exhausted from work most of the time so Meg spent a lot of time watching TV series alone, cooking lone dinners and keeping up with laundry so her mum had uniform. Hades hadn't text all week. Although that would have usually bugged her, Hercules having asked her out made Meg scared to even see Hades and explain. She wanted to end things with him the more she saw Hercules but she knew Hades could be controlling. She had considered the fact they weren't official, but Hades could be crazy.

Meg curled up in her pyjamas and glanced at the badly timed sunshine bitterly, it was nearly Halloween one of her favourite times of the year and there was no way she wanted a sunny Halloween- who did? There was a brisk knock on the door and Meg's eyes immediately rolled and she groaned loudly before dragging herself from her comfort and the few metres to the door. She half expected it to be her mum, home from a shift with aching feet. Meg swung the door open and just blinked.

"Hey, Meg" Hercules smiled, wearing the tight orange t-shirt Meg rather liked with some denim shorts.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked abruptly.

"That's not very polite, is it?" Hercules said with a chuckle "Why are you still in pyjamas?"

"Lazy day" she explained "I just meant... how do you know where I live?"

"Oh..." he rubbed the back of his neck "Esmeralda told me... actually I asked" If Hercules had been anyone else Meg was sure she would have just slammed the door but she knew he meant well, he wasn't creeping or imposing. He was trying to know her. He wanted to spend time with her. She was quite stubborn so she was impressed with his efforts so far.

"Do you want to come in?" she gestured. Hercules grinned "Really?"

"No" she said sarcastically. Hercules laughed and strolled right in, Meg rather admired his courage to come over like this and see her with unbrushed hair and sleepy eyes.

"Nice place, where are your parents?" he took a seat, perching at the edge of a grey armchair.

"My mums at work" she said, switching on 'Friends' and falling into her previous seat. "So listen..." Hercules said more seriously "I'd really like to take you on a date"

Meg sighed and avoided his gaze, "Hercules I like you- "

"Please" he interrupted "It doesn't even have to be formal. Let's just hang out"

"We're hanging out now" Meg said, "Could we class this as a date?"

"This is your ideal date?" he asked, looking at the TV and then at the sofas.

"Sure, throw in some take-out and a few Marvel films" she said honestly.

"OK then, we'll do your ideal date. I'll go get the food, you go get some films" he jumped up from his seat.

Meg grinned but eyed him curiously "Really?"

"Yeah, then next time we'll do my ideal date"

She got up too, heading for the stairs to go and grab her Marvel film collection, "Who says there'll be a next time?" she raised an eyebrow.

"The Gods do" he grinned and he headed out the door for the Chinese restaurant.

At 8:00pm as the Autumn weather caught up with itself and kicked in a small breeze, Pocahontas stood in doorway, her little teal sundress, it was floral and she had paired it with some brown sandals and a brown flimsy cardigan and her brown side tasselled bag.

"You off to Esmeralda's Pocahontas?" her father asked, heading past her into the garden with a cup of coffee,

"Yeah just waiting for Phoebus to pick me up" she said,

"Ah that's nice of him, you sure you don't want a lift though?"

"No!" she said before realising how abrupt she sounded, "no...he's already on his way"

"Alright" her father smiled, "don't be home too late"

Pocahontas peered out the door, blocking the view of the road so her father or grandmother didn't see out to John Smith who'd hopefully be here any minute,

"Now what's his name?" a voice said behind her, causing her to jump

Her grandmother was stood in her dressing robe with an expectant expression, her grey hair tied back in a plait,

"Don't play coy with me young lady" she smiled, "I know you're off on a date... what's his name?"

"Grandmother please don't tell father" Pocahontas said,

"Child, as if I would!" she said, "after all these years you don't trust me?"

Pocahontas felt a bit guilty looking into her grandmothers tree green eyes, truly, her grandmother had been one of her best friends her whole life.

"His name's John Smith" she said in a low voice,

"A white guy" her grandmother stated, "I thought you liked Kokoum"

Pocahontas grimaced, "Of course not!" Kokoum had been her fathers friends son, a boy that Pocahontas played with as a child but who was somewhat controlling and bullying.

Pocahontas turned when she heard an engine and looked to see a little two seat convertible in a deep green, a chiselled and blonde man was sat in the front with a gorgeous grin and he was peering up at her,

"Oh he is handsome!" Grandmother Willow said, but then she paused, "Wait... do I recognise him?"

"Grandmother I've got to go!" Pocahontas said quickly, closing the door and rushing out to the car,

"Ah!" he said, "I was worried you'd forgotten!"

Pocahontas smiled, "it's good to see you again, nice car"

"Thanks" he grinned, his British accent thick, "Seatbelt on? Good, let's go" and he revved off,

"You look very pretty by the way" he said, turning down the radio station that was discussing how much of an idiot Donald Trump was,

"Thank you" she beamed, "as do you"

He chuckled and she grinned, looking down at his fitted jeans and shirt. She had to admit, he was very handsome.

"So where are we going?" she asked,

"Dinner?" he suggested,

"Sure" she agreed, "the mall have loads of-"

"The mall?" he chuckled, "we're not sixteen- we'll eat somewhere proper"

Pocahontas flushed a bit and came to a sudden and awkward realisation that this man was obviously older than her and probably had no clue that she was actually in school. She checked her reflection in the side mirror of the car and scolded herself. Admittedly she and Esmeralda had a similar problem, looking older than they were. Being tall and rather busty didn't help, and wearing dark lipsticks and heels definitely didn't help. Then again, he never specified his age so she didn't have to specify hers- besides she was mature for her age and she finished school soon. She hadn't done anything wrong, he didn't know. She'd leave it for now, at least until it came up.

John Smith drove by the sea front and past the pier where the beach was emptying now and even past all the sea shore shops full of tacky and oriental jewellery and mickey mouse ears that said 'Disney Beach' over them, he drove up to one of the seaside cliffs and halfway up turned left into an obscure little car park, scarcely lit as the sun set.

"Where are we?" she asked, rather excited

"It's a great little place" he told her, "'Flounders'" he jumped from the car, headed round and opened her door,

"Let's go" he smiled, and they headed to the edge of the car park and down some steps, even more obscure than the car park. The steps were steep and made up off the cliff. Finally in the distance a large mansion like restaurant was shining, fairy lights were placed in the trees around it and as they reached the bottom step there was a beautiful quite clear view of the ocean from the cliff.

"Wow" Pocahontas breathed, "it's beautiful"

"Didn't I tell you?" he grinned, and he took her hand and led her through the doors of 'Flounders'.

John Smith had booked a table for them by the window where, even though it was too dark to see, Pocahontas could hear the ocean perfectly and peacefully. The restauant was gorgeous, not too fancy but definitely not average. There were a few old couples and some families who'd obviously spent the day on the beach and the place was lit by candles and centrepieces contained seashells. The two of them managed conversation easily, as if they'd known each other for years and were old friends. Pocahontas spoke a lot about Esmeralda and Flynn and Phoebus and Aladdin and how funny they could be, carefully leaving out the school environment, and John Smith complained about Ratcliffe, his boss and his horrible little dog Percy who peed on his shoes a lot which made Pocahontas laugh. He asked about her heritage and seemed genuinely interested to which she explained about how her grandmother decorated the house and how her father loved native tales, in turn, he spoke all about England and gloated about David Beckham, Harry Potter but bitterly said how every Sunday his mother made the most terrible 'yorkshire puddings', he also told her about 'Christmas crackers' a British tradition.

They both carefully avoided the whole land situation though, until of course it awkwardly and accidentally came up,

"Well when the houses take place I'll get a pay rise" John laughed, taking a sip of his wine (Pocahontas had insisted she didn't want to drink, leaving out that she couldn't actually legally do it)

"The houses?" she asked,

"Oh" he said with an uneasy chuckle, "my boss is buying up land, as I think you know"

Pocahontas sliced up her veggie burger, "my father won't allow it, you know"

"I know" he said with a sigh, "I'll admit, I admire that he holds his beliefs... I sense you do to"

Pocahontas smiled, "what makes you think that?"

"Oh please" he grinned, "you were stubborn that day I met you, besides you're a vegetarian with unshaven legs"

Pocahontas laughed and he laughed too, "Hey!" she giggled, "Don't be stereotypical! Besides I'm under no obligation to shave my legs, that's just what society wants"

"I'm not complaining" he laughed, "I think it's good- feminism, right?"

Pocahontas honestly could have reached over and kissed him, she was so used to high school boys who said things like 'vegetarianism? why bother?" and "just shave your legs, don't be lazy" it was so refreshing to sit and hear someone- a man!- express that he didn't mind, that he accepted her and her decisions. Then they discussed feminism and Marxism for a while until Pocahontas had another slip up-

"I studied sociology as an extra credit class last year and I loved Marxism and-" she stopped herself, but he hadn't seemed to notice a problem,

"And?" he asked,

"It was really interesting- these prawns are great!" she smiled,

He chuckled and popped a prawn in his mouth, "so you're a student?" he asked casually,

Pocahontas smiled, relieved. OK, so he knew. He knew she was obviously a senior and he'd seen she was mature, she didn't have much to worry about.

"Yeah" she said, "I'm a senior"

"Wait, you are?" he laughed, "you look a little young?"

Pocahontas looked taken aback, "young, I'm not freshman!"

"Aren't you?" he asked, a serious expression, "sorry I thought you were, my apologies,"

"You thought I was a freshman?" she repeated, aghast,

"Well... yes?" he said with a rosy tint in his cheeks and sipping more wine

"You were happily taking a fifteen year old out?" she hissed, disgusted

"Fifteen!" he exclaimed, "what are you on about!"

Pocahontas just stared, and so did he, both were clearly very confused

"You're not in college?" he said after a long pause "you're senior as in a high school senior?"

"You thought I was in college?" she asked "as in a college freshman?"

"This is awkward" he admitted and he whistled lowly,

"I'm eighteen" she said, "Sorry, I guess I should have said"

He glanced around and fingered his wine glass,

"I really had a good time" he said slowly, "I haven't met someone in a long time who's as... intelligent and opinionated"

She blushed at this, "I know it's kind of weird" she started, "I graduate in July and I'll be off to college"

He drew a deep breath, "you're obviously very mature and-and... I think this could work out"

"I think it could too" she said steadily, and she reached across and took his hand. "Well then we better schedule another date" he said with an amused grin.

A/N honestly guys writing this right now I'm so angry like I hate Pocahontas 2 so much? So many crap white people ruining her culture and John Rolfe so wasn't good enough I'm an emotional wreck let's just enjoy John Smith for a while can we :(