A/N Hey guys thanks so much for the reviews I love them all so much. This chapter's going to be a bit shorter and a tad less uneventful but the next few are gonna be great hopefully :'D

Prom committee had had two meetings so far and several unofficial ones that consisted of phone calls and constant group chat messaging. Tiana had a little notepad full of all the details and Charlotte had added everyone to a chat where she posted lots of pink emojis. Tiana had been carrying the small notebook everywhere so that whenever inspiration struck she could write it down. There was just one small problem. Inspiration hadn't struck.

October was skidding to a cold end and Tiana huddled the prom committee together for another meeting to discuss their little progress. "Esmeralda and I checked out a few venues" Aurora started off "but we found problems with them all". Tiana raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Aurora glanced at Esmeralda and everybody slowly turned to face her. "I can explain" she said slowly and guiltily "They were all great...but..."

"But what?" Andrina asked earnestly.

"They weren't good enough" Esmeralda sighed "don't you guys want the absolute, best prom possible?" There were nods of agreement around the table.

"Well what's wrong with the Triton?" Charlotte asked "it's gorgeous, everyone has it there!" Esmeralda could have fallen asleep. If she had to hear about that cliche hotel again she'd cry. "It's a gorgeous hotel don't get me wrong, and the sea front's lovely but-" she turned to Andrina and Adella "it's so overused! No offence!"

Andrina and Adella shrugged. "Trust me we get it, we spend every single Summer in one"

"I think we can find somewhere new, somewhere better" Esmeralda explained.

"Well where else did you look?" Tiana asked

"We checked out Olympus, the hotel downtown" Aurora said

"And?"

"The surrounding area is terrible. Do you want photos with dead grass and garbage cans in the background?" Esmeralda said

"And then Pixar College a few miles out to see what the facilities are like" Aurora carried on.

"It was so in your face. It was over the top, badly lit and there were annoying animation students everywhere!" Esmeralda chipped in.

Tiana sighed "So we're no where with venues... themes?" Pocahontas looked up and pulled a scrap of paper from her bag. "I haven't really been focusing on this I've been studying like mad... I have a few on here"

Everyone waited and Pocahontas continued uneasily, "Under the sea?"

"That could work!" Adella said "Mermaid-tail dresses, blue decorations!"

"It's too '1990's'" Aurora wrinkled her nose.

"Red carpet?" Pocahontas read

"Now that's better!" Aurora smiled "We can have a big red carpet, we can give out Oscars!"

"No way" Tiana shook her head and so did Esmeralda and Andrina.

"1920's" Pocahontas said

"That could be great! Jazz music and swing dresses!" Tiana grinned

"Yeah! And the Titanic and institutionalised racism" Esmeralda said in a gleeful voice, sarcastically

"It isn't prom enough" Cinderella piped up. She had been silent in most meetings until now "Prom is supposed to be..." she stopped, and blushed a little realising how loud she was talking.

"What?" Charlotte asked eagerly

"What's prom supposed to be?"

"Say it!"

"Elegant! Regal!" Cinderella cried "You're supposed to feel like a princess! It's supposed to be magical! Enchanting! Royal!" everyone grinned automatically, having childhood flashbacks of watching 'Princess Protection Programme' and 'Mean Girls', of watching princess films and imagining their own proms. Cinderella was right. Prom had to be magical. It had to be unforgettable.

"Alright" Pocahontas smiled, "That's our theme. Magic, princesses... a fairy tale prom... a childhood dream come true" Everyone nodded slowly.

"It's cheesy, but it works" Esmeralda grinned broadly. There were excited murmurs of agreement and Tiana scrawled in huge writing into her notebook. "A fairy tale prom!" she announced. A theme had been decided and the girls all grinned and squealed.

Professor Frollo was possibly one of the worst teachers to grace Disney High. Not only because he was a little bias towards his strong religious beliefs but because he was incredibly uptight. Especially with his title as 'Professor'. He would usually say "do you think I went back to college several times to be called 'Mr', No!" and then he would quote the bible for no good reason. He taught philosophy and ethics, rather like religious education but with more depth and ideals. Esmeralda had chosen it as an extra subject that year and was interested in it all, she learned about politics, theories, different religions, society, justice but Frollo had soon knocked a lot of passion out of her. Phoebus chose it too, but not for the same reasons. He initially assumed it would be easy, like some boring and theoretical thing he could breeze through using vague language and mumbo-jumbo. His father had also said the subject would look great on his resume but boy was he wrong. Oddly though, he settled into the difficulty of the subject and scraped passes each semester. Esmeralda enjoyed it too, she loved what she learned and she got the highest marks in debating but the written side was a little more complicated. She didn't understand. She got by with great grades in English, essays were her thing! But for Frollo's class her essays were less than a pass.

That Thursday, Frollo handed out their report cards. Usually around the point Esmeralda would sigh with relief from passing all her subjects with 'C's', the odd 'B' and occasionally when she had been actually working hard, an 'A'. She was after all a clever student, vastly opinionated... just lazy. This report, however, caused her heart to drop.

"An F?" she exclaimed in disbelief "I got an F!"

Phoebus looked over in shock "You did? You're way better than me and I got a B!"

"He's got it in for me" she muttered, folding her arms over her chest "racist, catholic little piece of-"

"Hey!" Phoebus stopped her before she got carried away "It's one F and you're good at this subject. You can bounce back"

Esmeralda waved the report card in his face "I GOT AN F! I'm evidently not good!"

He pushed her forehead away playfully "Stop being melodramatic, we can study together. I'll help you with the assignments". Her frown faltered and her demeanour settled "You would? I mean- you will?"

"Well sure" he shrugged "You've helped me plenty with history and math and science"

"And the rest" she smirked. Phoebus grew a little defensive "Hey do you want my help or not?" Esmeralda rolled her eyes, "Fine! Thanks Phoebus"

"Don't mention it" he smiled "And hey, if you still fail after my help you can rightfully call him a 'racist, catholic piece of shit'".

Flynn sat absentmindedly in the principals office laid back in a squeaky, plastic chair with a yellow note in his hand. He had begged and begged Mr Thatcher in geography to give him a sick note and insisted that he had a terrible migraine that could turn life threatening if he didn't go home. Milo Thatcher of course didn't believe Rider for a moment but in the end let him leave as he was becoming increasingly disruptive. All there was now was to get his sick-note approved by the receptionist who was busy on the phone dealing with a complaining parent. She eyed him suspiciously though, no stranger to his constant mischief.

The principals door opened with a click and Flynn sat up straighter in his chair and put a hand to his head, mimicking a headache but the principal didn't stroll out. Instead, a tall and degenerate looking woman glided out in a red blazer and with very frizzy hair pulled back hiding the greying at the front. She eyed Flynn Rider with pale eyes and then looked away. Flynn however, was more concerned with who had followed behind her. Wearing a purple pair of jeans today, Rapunzel meekly shadowed the sharp woman who Flynn assumed was her mother.

"Rapunzel!" he greeted a little too excitedly.

"Oh, hi Flynn" she smiled "I hope you aren't in trouble"

"Me? Trouble? Never" he insisted "I'm off home, ill you see" Rapunzel went to reply but caught the gaze of her mother who was now looking very crossly at her daughter, arms folded and brows knitting together.

"Flynn. This is my mother" Rapunzel introduced awkwardly gesturing.

"Nice to meet you, Flynn Rider" he grinned and leaned forwards. Flynn held out a hand and she looked down in disgust, her hands kept firmly by her sides "Charmed" she said placidly "Gothel"

Flynn's hand retreated awkwardly "Well... good to meet you ma'am" he said more politely. Gothel turned to her daughter and kissed her blandly on the forehead "I'll see you later, my flower" she said and she headed out of the school office with a bitter stare at Flynn before exiting.

"She seems... nice" Flynn said following the slam of the door. "She's just protective" Rapunzel frowned "You probably didn't impress her"

Flynn looked aghast and Rapunzel quickly fumbled for words "No!" she said quickly "It's just she doesn't really want me talking to boys! She thinks they're trouble?"

"Boys? Trouble?" he asked,

"She doesn't want me to speak to them, she says they're distracting and ill-meaning. I'm not allowed to date them"

"What if you were into girls?" he questioned. Rapunzel considered this, "I guess she hasn't thought of that"

"Well good thing we're just friends I guess" Flynn said tryingly, "She can't be too mad" Rapunzel blushed, "I better go. Stay out of trouble, Flynn"

Flynn waved goodbye and watched the pretty girl leave, not getting over how amazingly green her eyes were before heading toward the receptionist and sliding over the yellow sick note.

Pocahontas had avoided telling Esmeralda about John Smith. Ordinarily she was open with her best friend about everything, boys, crushes, periods, you name it; but this was different somehow. Initially she had planned to tell her but after actually getting to know him and constantly texting she just couldn't find the words to tell Esmeralda. The guy was too perfect she could hardly fathom it. She began to feel worse and worse about it too as Esmeralda babbled on about Naveen's charm and Hercules' muscles and everything else Pocahontas sat silently pretending she had no interest in any guys at the moment. That afternoon the two best friends headed to Pocahontas' to study for a while which usually meant flop around switching the TV channel and gossiping until dinner. Pocahontas and Esmeralda greeted Grandmother Willow who was doing some yoga in the garden and were shocked to see her father home early, sat at the table and tackling paperwork.

"Hi, father" Pocahontas smiled "Working hard?"

"Hardly working" he chuckled, "Hi girls, how was school?"

"Fine" the girls said in union.

"How was that barbecue, Esmeralda?" he asked politely. Esmeralda screwed up her nose, "Barbecue?"

"Your barbecue!" Pocahontas jumped, turning to look her friend intensely in the eye with a forced grin "The barbecue you had last Saturday! Remember?"

Esmeralda nodded, catching on, "Yes... yes! It was great thanks Mr Amonute!"

"We're gonna go study now, Dad" Pocahontas said before practically pulling Esmeralda up the stairs. As soon as they crammed through Pocahontas' bedroom door Esmeralda fell into the arm chair and looked up with an expectant smirk. "Barbecue?" she asked, amused.

Pocahontas sighed and fell into her bed. "I don't remember having a barbecue" Esmeralda continued "So tell me, who was at this barbecue?"

"OK" Pocahontas sat up and looked at her friend "I went on a date"

Esmeralda gasped "No way!" Pocahontas tucked her hair behind her ears, "My dad can't know!"

"Well! Who is he? What's his name? Is it someone from school?"

"Not exactly" Pocahontas chuckled and she drew a deep breathe before explaining everything. About the Saturday she met him, the land permission, the first date and the non-stop texting since.

"How the hell have you note told me any of this?" Esmeralda cried once Pocahontas had finished "This is so scandalous!"

"My father can't find out! Not only because John's older but because he wants to practically destroy our home!"

"It's like Romeo and Juliet!" she teased, Pocahontas chuckled too "Oh God, how could I be sneaking around like this?"

"Does Grandmother Willow know?" Esmeralda asked, but Pocahontas didn't answer. She just raised an eyebrow.

"Of course she knows. She knows everything" Esmeralda answered her own question.

"He's so nice, Es!" Pocahontas smiled and pulled up his profile photo, a strikingly handsome and flattering photo of John stood with one of his friends, a redhead guy, John was smiling with a cocked eyebrow and a slightly unbuttoned baby blue shirt. His hair was dishevelled and one strand flopped neatly on his face. "He's nice? Forget nice. He's gorgeous!" Esmeralda giggled, snatching the phone. The two giggled childishly, passing the phone between them and swiping through his photos.

"Oh! You've got to bring him to prom" Esmeralda insisted "He's way to handsome to not show off!"

"I can't take him to prom, he'll think it's kiddish" Pocahontas said. Esmeralda just rolled her eyes, "With all this texting I doubt he'll think less of you over a silly little prom"

Pocahontas shrugged and then looked to coincidentally see another text from him, this one read a little more eventful than just a 'Haha'

'So what are your plans this Saturday? Off out with more men planning to dig up your garden or are you free?'

Pocahontas grinned and then immediately showed Esmeralda who squealed loudly, "He's adorable! You've got to go out with him again!"

Pocahontas hovered her thumbs on her phone screen "What shall I reply?"

"Keep it casual! Reply in a minute! It's too soon!"

"Emojis?"

"Does he use them?"

"Only the basic ones"

"Maybe just a smiley face"

"Kisses?"

"He did one, maybe do one as well"

"OK"

"And ask 'what did you have in mind'?"

"No! What if he has nothing planned yet? I don't want to pressure him"

"Good point"

"I'll say that I think I'm free"

"Perfect, reply in twenty minutes"

The two girls sighed from their hard work and then switched the TV on, counting down twenty minutes.

Honestly EVERY TIME Pocahontas and John Smith come up I am a mess.

Thanks for reading :)