A/N: BRILLIANT NEWS. I'M GOING TO DISNEY~~~~

We go every year but since we bought a new house and haven't sold the old one we didn't know if we could but we caaaannn AND WE'RE STAYING AT ART OF ANIMATION I'M GOING TO SCREAM. SO EXCITED. I'm posting early right now because next week I work all week and won't be able to post till Friday. (ugh) however I do have a car I need to pay for and I'm hoping to finish up my Disney Parks doll collection this summer and they're about 30 dollars a doll and with the recent additions of Elsa and Anna to the princess club I need more jobs. *sighs*

Anyway. Here's some Belle and Adam and a sort little pointless Aurora Phillip at the end. Enjoy.

Oh, and I've decided to move the Peter and Wendy plot back until I can talk to Peter at Disney. He and I need to have a long conversation. My little baby.

I'm assuming no questions about the Tiana thing? I figured I get that out so that no more confusion was there. She was just pulling a Mulan.

Okay. I'm going to shower. Have fun with this filler.

(Belle)

When I stepped into the attic of the library that night, it was safe to say I was surprised. I'd expected a long night alone with my book, maybe a good cry, just let myself wallow. I was already a great deal depressed having to push through the pulsing crowd of intoxicated teenagers downstairs.

But there he was, sitting on the window sill, staring out into the lilting pitter-patter of rain. Babette's little black dress had been soaked through by the time we made it, not like Lumiere minded much, insisting I go have fun while they 'cleaned up'.

I didn't understand why they'd dragged me. They'd left Cogsworth alone. No, Babette had dressed me up in this dumb, tight blue dress with a leather jacket, pumps (which were currently in my hands), fishnets, and my hair piled high, once in pretty curls was now a sopping wet mess.

Adam caught my eyes in the reflection of the glass, turning and raising an eyebrow domineeringly. I didn't like it, the way his thick arms crossed across his barrel chest and it should be illegal how tight that white turtleneck was...

"I'm surprised to see you here," he said, clearly amused. "Especially dressed like that."

I flopped into the ugly, holey floral couch and setting my book aside long enough for me to wring out my ruined hair.

"I could say the same about you," I murmured darkly. "And my eyes are up here."

He snorted. "You think so highly of yourself, don't you?" He pushed himself off the window ledge, rubbing his arms for friction. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," I sighed, trying to pay attention to my book. Rose and Christian were just about to- "what are you doing?" I demanded as he flopped into the seat beside mine on the loveseater.

"It's cold. And the only chair in the room. What, too close for comfort?"

I didn't respond, just pulled my book closer, hoping he wouldn't read it. Did it have to be the most awkward page ever?

"Why did you come tonight?" He asked after several minutes of silence. I could feel those blue eyes on me, insistent and slightly annoying.

"Babs dragged me. You?"

He shrugged. "Some of the guys wanted the room to themselves..."

I felt my eyebrows lift to my hairline. "You got sexiled?"

He shrugged. "I figured it would happen sooner or later."

I frowned. "I'm really sorry, Adam." I stopped myself before asking if he wanted me to stay with him for the night. It was such a ridiculous thought and I had not a clue as to where it came from. Of course he wouldn't want to spend time with me. We agreed on mutual silence.

So why were we sitting on this couch talking.

He shrugged again, shoulder brushing mine. "Yeah, just promise me if you ever bring anyone up here, give a guy a little warning."

I rolled my eyes, flushing slightly. "That won't be happening anytime soon, so don't worry."

I finally glanced over at him, his eyes gliding over me. "Weren't you with Gaston a few years ago? When you were a freshman?"

I made sure the face I put on was beyond disgusted. "He wishes. He made his interests very obvious and I...well, needless to say his advances were a little past untoward. It took a shot to his groin for him to realize I wasn't interested."

A laugh burst from Adam, making me curious. It made him seem so clumsy and childlike, doubling over with the gasp of joy. I smiled at it.

"Really?" He said. "The boys were comparing conquests the other night and he said..."

My eyes widened, angry boiling the blood behind my ears. "I'll kill him. I never-"

"Easy there, spitfire," Adam said, patting my knee without eye contact. "I'll find some way to get back at him, alright? I figured you didn't. You didn't seem the type. But he did say Queen Grimhilde showed him a good time under her petticoats, and I found that hard to believe."

I growled low, trying to focus my attention back on the book, but now I was too angry for the romantic scene unfurling to take hold in my mind's eye. I sat it down with a thump, rubbing my temples.

"You okay?"

"Just tired," I groaned. Thinking about Gaston always made me too furious to comprehend things.

"I'll give you some silence, then. I've been meaning for a nap since class let up today."

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, pulling my skirt in the way it should be while napping with an outcasted, gorgeous, orphan Prince. I'll have to look up that chapter in my etiquette books.

Regardless, I leaned back, the springy sofa suddenly Nirvana. It wasn't long before sleep had its empty coils of peace wrapped around me. Too bad I didn't enjoy parties.

(Aurora)

Phillip and I sat on a couch at the party.

Thirty minutes ago the teachers had shown up, removing the alcohol and all students intoxicated. I didn't drink and neither did Phillip or Charles. Hans and Jasmine were the only two not present, and all the other boys had been sent to the Headmaster's office for a warning. I thought it was slightly ridiculous. Edward had been so drunk he'd been stumbling out in Captain Amelia's arms.

Right now Prince Eric sat on the librarian's oversized desk, and Professor Fix-it, the carpenter teacher, was talking to him.

Charles came up to sit on the back of the couch.

"You two don't want to dance?" He asked.

We echoed a simultaneous "Nope".

Truth was we were both absorbed in our phone. 4estRider had begun talking to me again, slowly. Neither one of us had brought up meeting the other again. It just seemed like the other best.

"You two are the most boring people I've ever met."

I ignored him. "Where's Cindy?"

"With Robert and Nancy. Basically the only two that stayed sober."

I nodded. "I really feel like I just need to go back to bed. Get some sleep so I can actually think tomorrow. Could you tell her?"

Charlie promised to, and I rose off the couch and stretched, popping my joints, muscles sighing in relief.

"Want me to walk you back to your dorm?"

I smiled at Phillip. "Oh, you don't need to. Plus, isn't Hans a little...busy in your room?" He shrugged. "I'll just walk around the castle a bit after. Let's go."

In 15 minutes I was settled in bed, and forced myself to say good night to 4estRider.

My phone beeped once more. 'Goodnight, my princess'

A/N: Anyone feeling some Helsa? and whose ready to find out who Elsa's tutor is?