A/N: They've met before, once upon a dream...wait, that couldn't be him, could it? Just trust me, guys. This'll seem weird, but just trust me.

(Rapunzel)

Starting into the mirror of my shared bathroom made me realize several things.

One being I was a total wreck. Having Princess Jasmine yell about me, quite loudly to herself throughout the night, wasn't the confidence booster. Once she left, I sobbed for what seemed an eternity.

I'd built up our friendship so much, I'd never imagined she could hate me.

Powdering over my red eyes, I exchanged my nightgown for a pink knee-length skirt and a white button-up blouse with a silver scarf-silver being the color Magic Kingdom students wear. While braiding my hair, I froze.

Surely Jasmine wasn't back, was she? She left early for classes at Epcot this morning. I creaked the bathroom door open, senses on high alert. There, again I heard the shuffling.

"Princess? Are you back?" I whispered softly, grabbing at the water bowl for her hair. "Princess?"

I threw the door open, screaming, and threw the water jug across the room.

The intruder fell with a yelp, his satchel flying from his hand as the glass jug exploded in a spray of glass and water.

He sat up and stared at me wide-eyed. "Ow! Hello!"

"Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed, mortified, rushing over to the boy. He was tall, lean, broad about his shoulders. His hair was a coffee color which was long around his temples and neck. He had stubble across his chin, like the other boy, Robert. And his eyes, with the soft lashes I had the urge to pain the dark bronze fading to gold around the ring of the iris. "I am so so sorry! I thought you were an intruder! I didn't realize-wait. What are you doing here?"

He blinked, several times. I noticed a trickle of blood, racing down his temple and reached for a scarf on the floor to wipe it away. He winced under the stitching.

First the vase then the scarf. Jasmine was going to kill me.

"I, uh, dropped something off for the princess. See?" He said, ripping his messenger bag from my hands. "Delivering mail."

Something seemed off about this. He was so young. "Aren't you a student?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, yeah. But I mean, I have a job. Look, I have to get to class. See you around, Blondie."

"Wait! Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

He stood by the window, staring down into my painting box. "Flynn. Flynn Rider."

Then he launched himself, lithe as a cat, through the window. When I ran to see him fall, I saw nothing but the forest floor empty of people.

Sighing softly, I grabbed my bag and headed off to history.

(Aurora)

"Cindy! Cindy, Cindy, Cindy!"

"What?" She came running in, her hair wet and a tooth brush in her mouth.

"Do I look okay?" I asked feverantly, twirling for emphasis.

My pink skirt belled out in the fifties way it did, along with my white bustier. I had a silver scarf holding up my ponytail to signal my magic kingdom status.

Cinderella smiled sympatheticly. "He'll think you're beautiful, because you are beautiful. You look great, Rory."

"You're sure?" I said nervously, rubbing pink lipstick across my lips.

She nodded. "Yes. Now go! Or you'll be late to class."

I nodded, convincing both of us, before running out the door, squealing the whole way to the back of the Corona tower.

He said he would meet me. Of course, I was slightly early.

The air was crisp and cool in the early morning, forcing me to pull a fusha cardigan on. The grass was wet, soaking through my slippers, and the stone of the tower felt cool against my cheek.

"Damn."

I spun, staring. He was tall and tan. There was stubble on his chin I'd never imagined when I dreamed of him. But here he was.

"4est Rider? Rider?"

He turned to see me. I knew a huge ridiculous smile was breaking across my face. He squinted.

"Uh, yeah. Do I know you?"

"I'm Aurora," I said very softly, stepping closer to him. His eyes widened as I stepped toward him, before smiling back at me.

"Princess Aurora?"

I nodded, touching his silver tie.

"I'm Flynn Rider. Can I walk you to class?"

"I have Professor Scar. History," I said very softly, feeling his arms swing around my waist.

"Funny," he smirked. "So am I."

No one hate me please! Things will work themselves out, but for now, grab a tub of popcorn and get ready.