Hello everyone! Yes, I've decided to do another one-shot and make this a series of non-connecting little stories that I hope you really enjoy!

First . ?docid=38205252off, let me start by saying this may end up being very OOC for a few characters, but hopefully it won't. We all know Apple is selfish and even very mean towards Raven, but they never really give us a good reason as to why she feels, acts or believes the things she does. So, with a little help from the novel, I try and go deeper into that and explore. Also with a bit of romance from her and Daring. But still, I hope I kept her in characters while I do. :)

Don't worry next one will be between Cerise and Daring (yuk!), so just try and enjoy some DApple! Onto reviews...

The Angry American: Thanks for your review! I'm glad you liked it, even if it was a bit sadder than I intended. :)

AnimePopCircle:Um... Thank you? xD I'm glad you liked it even if it was so not your OTP! I wonder how much of a compliment that is to my writing? Prob. a big one, so double thanks! And their ship name is DApple. Hey, YOLO, so post that fanfiction! Whoo! I'd love to read it! ;-)

Hana13: Well, we've talked through PM... But welcome to the EAH fandom! Hope you like this chappy, and the next one will be your lovely Derise! And, yeah, they do have a basketball match, she wins and then he demands a rematch. Lol. And Dex and Daring do have that brotherly bond in the books, lol. All the rumors are true. Hope you like this one!

*I wrote this (and the chapter) one-handed because of a sprained wrist! Sorry, couldn't resist announcing, I'm just really proud. Okaaay, finally I'll shut up! Enjoy, dearies, and feel free to review if you feel so inclined to do so!


"Oh Briar..." Apple said before placing a hand over her red-as-apples, bow-shaped lips to hide her laughter. A trampoline? Magic'd, changing color flames (that will burn if touched)? Her best friend forever-after certainly kept the weekends from being boring. Flipping her buttery locks of blonde hair, Apple continue, "That sounds like a hexcellent idea to help everyone remember why us Royals were born to lead! If Headmaster Grimm will agree, of course!"

With a louder, slightly dismissive laugh, Brair just clucked her tongue and said, "Of course he w-" The girl stopped suddenly when something towards their left of where they were sitting in the castleteria caught her eye. "Blondie alert."

Apple gave her friend a slight glare and was about to say something along the lines of "Don't be mean to her, all she wants to be is our friend and here at Ever After High no one or story is anything less than special", but she didn't get the chance to before her other friend was already just a few steps ahead of them. Taking a quick moment to look at the girl before she got there, she noticed her mirror-pad was gone – a rarity for her – and she was grinning just a bit too much.

"What is it, Blondie?" Normally, that questions would be obvious, the curly-haired blonde lived for all the best gossip, especially from children of Royals. Would be, if it wasn't for the glaring fact she was without her trusty mirror-pad.

"Hi, Brair, hi Apple," the girl said ignoring the question and still smiling a bit too much. "Sparrow wanted to talk to you about the music for the par..." She trailed her as Briar got up without a word to her and only placing a quick hand on her BFFA's shoulders before strutting away.

Remember to talk to Bri about being nicer to Blondie! Apple thought to herself before filing it away it her metal to-do-quickly list and putting on a smile. "Is that all Blondie? I'd be delighted if you would accompany me to do library to pick up some books." Rule #2: Make sure they know you value their time, effort, company and relationship. A future queen has to know these things!

Suddenly, the younger (by nine months) blonde looked indecisive as if torn by the possibility of hanging out with the most popular girl in school, but not wanting to neglect prior arrangements. "Oh! I'd love to Apple, but..." She paused and quickly glanced behind her before suddenly becoming much cheerier to which Apple believed had to be fake. "I only came to deliver a message and then I have to go study for Science and Sorcery. Last time I failed the test Mr. Gold made me spin gold until my hands had blisters!" She laughed and put the back of her hand on her head and pretended to faint.

Laughing along with her friend she nodded. Never having failed the test (more perks of being friends with Briar), she couldn't relate. But then she got stuck on something. "You said you had a message?"

"You have a secret admirer," she teased, but sure enough, when she reached inside her bear fur lined pocket she pulled out a pale pink envelope with a beautiful lining design in a darker shade of pink.

Oh. Apple White didn't like surprises, as a rule she didn't like anything to be under-planned or with no planning at all. It reminded her of the single worst moment of her life. The day she fell down a well and almost drowned, how her cries for help were almost muffled completely by the sloshing of water as she desperately fought to keep her head above the water... She had been seven. From that moment on she began to be determined to be the best leader she could be and never let her people have to go through what she went through; of the uncertainty of the future ahead or whether they would make it another night. No, her people would always – and she meant always – know they would be okay and safe from the unknown under her gentle guidance and leadership. But it also spawned another goal: make it until Legacy Year, sign the Storybook of Legends and never have to be afraid of the unknown again.

The sound of the bell ringing that lunch was over for the second-years students rang out (they got out a few minutes earlier to ensue they have time to get their books, change their clothes (if you have Grimmnastics) and get to class) and Apple was jolted out of her thoughts. In front of her Blondie was lingering, though it was obvious she was anxious to not be late, still holding the letter in her hand which a slightly hurt look on her face.

You're breaking the rule, Apple! "Oh, thank you!" Hurriedly, she accepted the letter and after quick goodbyes, both girls headed off to their respective classes.

Apple turned the letter over in her head and gave a small sigh. I'll wait for you. That was all the letter said. I'll wait for you. They didn't even bother to give her a hint by leaving their initials at the bottom. Just confusing words on pretty paper in a pretty package. Apple didn't like this one bit, not at all. So why did she have butterflies in her stomach? Twisting her mouth into what on anyone else would be an unflattering grimace, she set the paper down on her bed an looked over at her roommates side of the room. It's perfect, she thought to herself, a perfect room for a perfectly evil witch and queen! How could Raven not like this? Did she not understand how important she was to their story? If she never poisons her than she'd never fall asleep and be put in the coffin, if she never is put in the coffin then her true love with never come and kiss her awake and she'd never end up with her Happily Ever After! She was the one of the most popular students in school, being able to hang with Royals because of her technical Royal blood, but also naturally being able to blend in with the commoners – that's something that even Apple can't do, and even slightly envies her for because it would make her a better queen.

The blue-eyed princess was very glad she had nothing for tonight, a rare moment when she wasn't bogged down by student council business, student class president business or numerous other things to take up her time. Flopping down in a quite unladylike way, she tried to figure out why Raven wouldn't want to sign the Storybook of Legends. Rule #5: Always try to be mindful of how others feel. Rule #7: Always be sure to try and see the situation from the other persons point-of-view, even if it differs from your own! What could be wrong? Did she just not like Apple? That's good, she isn't suppose to! Oh!Suddenly, she jumps up from the bed and twirls on her toes like a ballerina. She gets it now! The reason she is doing this is because she trying to spite Apple and ruin her story before it even begins! Stopping, she lets out a high-pitch gasp and feels like a bucket of ice water on her!

"Oh my fairy godmother," Apple says in a horrified voice. "How selfish can she be? Everyone knows she suppose to wait until after signing the book! Then again...considering who her mother is... What she's done..." She shudders and wondering if it is irony that by following her story and becoming the best evil witch she can, she also is not following it at all.

Deflating with a long sigh, she reminds herself that she'll have to deal with harder problems than a wayward roommate when she's queen. It would be a great learning experience; she'll manage to convince Raven to wait until after signing to do things, evil things.

"If she never poisons me than I'll never fall asleep and be put in the coffin, if I'm never is put in the coffin then my true love..." The words suddenly stop and get slightly lodge in her throat, but it's more like the pinpricks of tears in the corner of her eyes and the jumbled waves of emotion that hit her all at once. On one hand, the butterflies are back, yet weaker after being drowned out by a cold rush of fear. Apple doesn't like surprises. What's more uncontrollable than True Love?

Looking down at the letter – more of a note, really – she refuses to let herself focus on the butterflies. Sitting on the bed once again (this time proper and ladylike), she glanced around the room even though she knew it was only her in their and...sniffed the letter. Nope, no distinctive smell which means no way to trace the writer. Frowning, she wonders why it matters. It isn't him, Daring would never do something this... What was it, really, beyond confusing? ...romantic. Romantic! He may be a lot of things, but...

She reminds herself that this is why she asked him to wait until after signing the Storybook of Legends. After that, our entire future will be happy. We'll be happy. A voice, one that was definitely feminine and slightly squeaky with youth reminded her gently: Just wait until Legacy Day, then everything will be perfect...

Still, although she agreed with it one hundred and ninety-nine percent, she was still a girl. A future queen, student leader-figure of the school (for second-year students anyway) – yes, she is all of those, but she's still just a 15-year-old girl. Blushing slightly, she couldn't help but feel the butterflies beat faster when she did allow herself to think about him. And what girl wouldn't? He was the picture perfect prince; he's athletic, handsome, charming (no pun intended...well, maybe a little) and a perfect student. But that made her frown. No, it wasn't any of that superficial things that made her blush, it was the meaningful ones.

"Like when Briar spilled that punch on the seat at that party last week and he stood up all his friends to stand behind me the rest of the night because I couldn't get a new dress! Or how he comforted after Raven's horrible outburst at the Legacy Day rehearsals and how he comforted me and wrapped his big, strong arms..." Okay, so maybe she liked him on the outside a lot, too.

Turning over and laying down clothes and all, she signed and felt conflicted. A part of her wanted to let herself be with him, even imagined what it would be like to kiss him, but... No, no, she had to wait, she reminded herself, even though the thought of it scared her as much as it excited her. The unknown. The cold fear washed over her once more. What if it doesn't work out? What if he doesn't really like me, she thought, and I'm only a trophy for him and his real prize is the throne?

She didn't have anymore time to question herself as she heard Raven coming down the hall and saying goodnight to her own best friends forever-after Maddie. Putting on her brave face and gracious smile, she vowed to talk to Raven. If it is him I'll give him a chance...maybe...a little one... No, I'll hear him out and we shall discuss it as we would anything as King and Queen. The butterflies seemed to like this idea. But it isn't him.

As Raven pushed open the door, she turned around and in her best Queen-like voice began, "Raven, I think we should talk..."

She replayed the what Raven said to her earlier that morning as she sat at a quaint little shop in the village near her school that most students go to when they have free time. "A letter was taped to the door and it said it was for you."

Holding the letter close to her she couldn't help but grin rather child-like and goofy when she read it.

Meet me at the Mad Hatter's Tea Shop at 1 P.M. If you want to see me and talk. But if you don't...

I'll wait for you.

D.C.

Maybe it is him... D.C.! But... Is it Dexter or Daring Charming?!