HEY! PLS READ: I've turned 18, I've done A Levels AND I've just rewritten the entire fanfic. YES YOU HEARD RIGHT. I just went through the entire story and rewrote it so that the wording is better, there are no mistakes etc. THATS WHY I'VE NOT BEEN UPDATING! SORRY! Feel free to reread it but don't worry, no plot line or details have changed (and there are probably still typos haha)

Tiana woke up, confused and bleary. Prom had been a blur as the night got later and later and she strained to even remember how she got home... she had way too much champagne. She remembered dancing with Charlotte, loudly singing then she wondered where Flynn had got too seeing as he was Prom King... what happened after that? She opened her tired eyes. She looked down, she was no longer in her prom dress but in some grey sweatpants and a hooded sweater.

Oh... Gosh.

Tiana checked her surroundings.

She closed her eyes and opened them again to be sure.

She wasn't home.

"You're awake!"

Tiana jumped upright and stared. The room she was in was huge, like Charlotte's, decorated in beige's, golds and contrasting humble greens. And there he was. Naveen was sat, he had a mini lounge in his room. He was leaning into an armchair, watching TV, looking over at her.

"I wondered how long you'd sleep" he said, getting up and strolling over to her. He sat on the end of the bed like a child at Christmas and waited for her to speak.

"What?" she uttered "What's going on? Am I at your house?"

Naveen shrugged "House, mansion, call it whatever"

"But how did I get here?"

"You don't remember?" he laughed "After Prom we all went to Charlotte's for an after party"

"We?"

"It was hardly a party. You, me, Charlotte, Kronk, the Triton sisters and John Rolfe joined us too"

"What time did we... I mean- how did I end up here?"

"You were so out of it! You nearly tore your dress! Charlotte said you could stay at hers but you tried walking home"

"I tried to walk home? From Charlotte's?" she groaned

"At two in the morning!" Naveen laughed "So I got home in the car and saw you staggering down the road, I offered to get you a taxi and you said no"

"Then what?"

"You vomited"

Tiana grimaced "I'm so sorry"

"It's OK, you missed my shoes by an inch. Anyway, by that point I figured you just needed some water and sleep. Trust me I've had my fair share of drunken nights. I took you home, settled you into bed and by the time I'd brought you water you were asleep"

Tiana groaned again and threw her face into her hands "You've got to be kidding! I'm so embarrassed"

"It's OK, I slept in my parents bed" he assured her, "So are you hungry?"

"Wait! We didn't... you know?" she asked sceptically

"Have sex?" he asked naively

Tiana winced at the awkwardness of the situation "Uh... yeah"

"No! Trust me I know better than to sleep with a drunk girl. Besides, you had thrown up!"

Tiana nodded, "Thanks"

"Breakfast then?"

"You're going to cook?" she raised an eyebrow. Naveen considered this, "Well... I usually just go out for food" he admitted "I could try and cook"

Tiana laughed, "Can you butter bread?"

"Not that well, it always crumples and I end up breaking the knife right through it" he said with a frown "I can mince mushrooms!"

She laughed again, "I'll make the breakfast, then"

Rapunzel was getting used to Jasmine's huge villa-like home. Everything was so pristine, so white, clean and modern. Jasmine's bedroom was just as prestigious, white and gold and only decorated in the richest turquoises. The spare room was big enough, bigger than her bedroom back home and too was very clean and perfect. Rapunzel desperately wanted a paisley bedspread and a big lilac rug, she wanted to paint the walls and hang up some yellow curtains but she knew better than to ruin the beautiful, well-kept room. Jasmine had let her borrow lots of old silk nightgowns and fluffy socks along with some of her dresses that she didn't wear anymore in pastels. Prom was a blur, the late night in the police station was a blur. Everything was a lot right now and Rapunzel desperately wanted to see if Flynn was OK... she very much needed a hug. Jasmine woke up a little later than her and joined her for a breakfast. Rapunzel was shocked when a maid took her order, like being in a restaurant, she took the opportunity to have a good, hearty breakfast. After her eggs on toast, Rapunzel pulled out an old sketchbook that she had shoved in her backpack before leaving Gothel, she had an old pencil case of various pens and pencils and a watercolour pallet and she headed outside to the white terrace. She laid some newspaper out on the glass garden table and then began swirling around her dainty paintbrush in the small cup of water. By this point Jasmine had already eaten her breakfast and was now dressing ready to go and see Aladdin. Rapunzel used the white and magenta to create a lilac pallet and began shadowing a figure with it. When it had dried she sketched a drawing out, a cartoonish self portrait of herself with flicking hair, a cheesy grin. She then shadowed teal beside her, it fell into the wet lilac. Rapunzel then did a quick sketch of Jasmine with animatedly thick hair, a small waist and dark cat eyes. Next was a pretty, lime green with Mulan who had slick hair, a pointed chin and shapely legs. Shadowed in red watercolour was Ariel who's hair faded into her background and who was smiling toothily. Finally was Anna on an icy blue background, signature pigtails and a peace sign. Rapunzel admired her unfinished work, hoping to add detail when Jasmine came outside. Today she was dressed in a turquoise crop top, mid-wash jeans and some gold strappy heels with some typical big, golden earrings of course.

"Hey, Rapunzel" she smiled "Everything OK?"

Rapunzel nodded. They both knew everything wasn't quite OK, she had just left her home and her mother and was thrown into a lonely, strange home but at least the painting made things a bit better.

"Aladdin and I are going sailing... are you sure you don't want to come?"

"I'm sure, have fun" Rapunzel assured her,

"We could invite Flynn"

"It's OK, Jasmine, I really just want to calm down today"

"I understand, I'll be back soon but help yourself to food. Father's in his study if you need him"

Rapunzel smiled as Jasmine headed down the terrace steps towards Aladdin who was waiting. Jasmine hurried in her heels, clutching a golden bag.

"Heels? You do realise we're going sailing" Aladdin raised an eyebrow. Jasmine ignored him. "I'm so worried about her" she tilted her head up to where Rapunzel was sat working hard at her sketch.

"She'll be fine, she's in good hands" Aladdin kissed Jasmine's cheek "Is she coming to graduation?"

"I assume so, she'll want to support Flynn"

Aladdin glanced up at Rapunzel who had sad eyes and was focusing on her painting, "Do you think her and Flynn will be OK?"

"He got her into more trouble with those Stabbington's hanging around"

"But he also saved her" Aladdin pointed out "Do you think she would have realised just how sheltered her life was without him?"

"Hey! I helped too!" Jasmine defended herself "Don't go giving Rider all the credit"

Aladdin chuckled, "OK, you were a massive help too you're right. So shall we go sailing?"

Jasmine looked down at her thin heeled shoes "I think I'm going to change my shoes first"

Kristoff took a deep breath and looked up at the white door. Sven whined down by his feet and then looked up at his owner, a wagging tail.

"Shush, Sven, I'm nervous" Kristoff told the dog. He shook his hands to rid adrenaline and then bravely knocked proudly on the door. Sven's tail wagged more, he knew where they were and he was excited unlike his anxious companion.

The door swung open and a warm lady stood. She shared Anna's soft blue eyes and gentle smile, "Can I help you?"

"Uh- yes. Is Anna in?" Kristoff asked using more courage than he knew he had.

"Yes! She's in the garden, are you a friend of hers?"

"We worked on a school project together" Kristoff said. He wondered if calling Anna a friend was too much, he wondered if his presence here was ridiculous... it felt ridiculous.

"Well don't just stand there, come in, come in! Is this your dog?"

"He can wait outside if its a bother"

"No bother! What's his name?"

Kristoff and Sven walked through the doorway and Sven allowed Mrs Winters to pet him, "Oh he's lovely" she cooed rubbing behind his ears "Anna's through there" she pointed towards the french doors and Kristoff could hear laughter. He edged out towards the sunny garden and could see Elsa lounging on an inflatable chair in the middle of the swimming pool. She was laughing and Kristoff had to get right through the doors before he spotted Anna at the edge of the pool, her legs dangled in playfully. For a moment he considered turning back.

"Kristoff?" Anna called "What are you doing here?" Kristoff swallowed his fear and began walking towards her, Sven joined him and bounded towards her.

"Sven! You cutie!" Anna fell into the dog who licked at her face excitedly.

"Anna, I'm sorry for showing up like this" Kristoff said, Anna raised an eyebrow at his formal tone.

"Don't be silly! Wanna come for a swim?" she offered but Kristoff stood rather rigidly, clearly there was something on his mind.

"Actually, Anna, I wanted to talk to you about something"

Anna blinked, a little worried. She tried to smile reassuringly but by this point, was very sceptical and irritable with boys, "Go ahead" she said.

"It's... not easy" he started making his way towards her "In fact it's pretty stupid now I think about it"

"It's OK"

"I heard about Hans... actually I heard about how Elsa punched him...he sounds like a douche and- and I know you're probably sick of us boys we can be gross and smelly and selfish and..." he paused and caught his breath. He looked her in the eye "we don't have to rush into anything but if you would let me take you on a date then I'd be the happiest guy in Disney"

Anna grinned "You're right. Boys are gross and smelly and selfish... but you're not all that bad, Kristoff"

"And never was there a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo" Belle finished the final passage and sighed. She looked up at her fathers bed but he was sleeping, not that she minded, she had been reading the play more to herself than Papa anyway. The old book was clearly from Adam's huge library as it was not new, in fact, it was the opposite of new. It was a first edition. She had discovered that after reading the publication page. She knew that it was just like Adam's family to have a library of first editions and she truly appreciated this copy he had given her... even after last night. She hadn't heard from Adam since he angrily left her... she knew she was equally as angry but she couldn't help but feel he had been super inconsiderate. She had headed home at 5am as soon as her father was deep asleep, showered, changed and come straight back to the hospital. Since then she hadn't slept or left his side apart from to buy the watery hospital coffee.

"Belle..." Maurice woke with a toss of his head and his eyes flickered open "You're still here?"

"It's alright, Papa, you don't expect me to leave do you?" she dabbed his head with a cold cloth from the beside table "How are you feeling?"

"I keep telling you, Belle, I'm fine! You really should go home and get some sleep"

"Papa, I don't want to leave you" Belle said "The nurse says you're recovering well"

"It was minor" Maurice said through a hoarse cough. Belle put down her book and smiled at her father with sad eyes, she didn't want to mention graduation next week but she really, really wanted him to be well enough by then to attend.

"My darling I'm so sorry about your prom" Maurice said for what seemed like the hundredth time that day "I can't say sorry enough"

"Please, Papa, you're more important than Prom"

"You did enjoy it?"

Belle remembered vividly Adam walking irritably down the hospital hallway, "Bookish swot", she sighed very deeply to hide the lump that was forming in her chest. How was it possible to feel this down over such a nasty boy? Belle immediately scolded herself...he wasn't nasty. He was actually very kind, thoughtful and incredibly changed. She imagined the library, the rose. She looked at the copy of Romeo and Juliet.

"We had a great night" Belle responded flatly. Her father didn't second guess her instead he nodded and smiled "That's all I wanted for you"

"I'm going to get some tea and a sandwich. Do you want anything, Papa?" Belle stood up and stretched a little,

You"No, no I'm fine. The nurses bring me my food at certain times" Maurice said. Belle left, carefully closing the door quietly and daintily tiptoed to the vending machine. She sat down with her tea and a stale, cardboard-like cheese sandwich. She barely took a nibble before she allowed the regretful lump in her throat heave up and she began to sob. She didn't realise just how much Adam's company meant to her, especially at a time like this. All she wanted was him to be with her, holding her hand, taking shifts with Maurice like he said he would in the car last night... but that was before she had called him a beast. She sobbed a little more, knowing she shouldn't have resorted to being mean. She kept imagining he'd turn up outside the hospital in the pouring rain and declare his love but this wasn't a novel... and it wasn't raining.