A/N: It's been almost two weeks I'm so so sorry guys. I hate being the author but you know this isn't my main story right now and I'm trying to get back into it. I'm going to be honest, this is literally just me throwing words down at four am the night before. I'm sorry if it's awful, but it is kinda long? Leaving for Disney tomorrow around 3 am. Gonna be great.

So far I only have one request to ask a face character a question. Again, I'll get those answered and post them here.

This week has been so crazy. I was grounded, I'm missing school registration and the school is being awful about contacting me. Plus I had to suffer a character death in one of my new fandoms, and it was half of my OTP and I was just not prepared. Plus I've seen spoilers for the last Percy Jackson book so I'm just a mess right now.

Anyway, lets get some responses.

eglgrl365-you are the absolute sweetest, darling, and I adore you. Next chapter will have Adam and Belle's backstories (and maybe some lovey dovey?) so you get your wish.

PJ- I don't really know what I'm doing with Rory and Phillip quite yet, but trust me, I'll get it done. They're so important to me.

A Random Dutchie-The tutor is someone new, I might even just say who they are because a lot of people have guessed. It won't really be a surprise.

Rose-Punzie is okay, I promise. What Ursula did was take just the magic she would normally transfer to Gothel, but instead harness it into the flower necklace, keeping the magic there so that it won't be used up at once and will keep Gothel younger for longer.

Fangirl-ALL-Things- I totally understand. A lot of Disney Academy AU's here and on tumblr are mostly OCs and you can't really get into them, they're only fun for the people writing. They usually are. I'm not really too fond of this story (at least, right now. Hopefully once I get into the plot I'll get into it better) but I am slightly proud of a Beauty and the Beast AU I did, which is on my profile. That one's darker, though.

Mary92-Thanks for the compliment, sweet darling! I've seen the Jim and Ariel ship, and boy, do I adore my Jim. However I just don't ship it myself. I personally don't see them at all getting along, and they probably wouldn't here, and I've already started a plot with Eric. So sorry :(

PJ-I have sort of a mind that has always loved clothes, big fancy freaky clothes, and I don't know why because all I ever wear are t-shirts and jeans. I totally meant to put Olaf in and forgot, but I can, and Pascal, too. I meant for him to be closer to Punzie but I just never got around to them.

herionasabio- I really wanted to put in Mulan and Meg and Esmerelda and Pocahontas. I love them all so so much. They're insane and great ladies. However there was too much in this plot. I was thinking about adding them if I did sort of a kinda 'part 2' for the after plot (this story will get dark).

read stripes-you may just be right...

WARNING. WARNING. WARNING.

THIS NEXT CHAPTER IS DIVIDED INTO FOUR POVs. WENDY, PETER, FLYNN, AND ARIEL. THE PART WHERE PETER HAS BEEN MENTIONED IS DARK. THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING. IT INVOLVES SELF HARM, PARTICULARLY, CUTTING. SKIP IF YOU HAVE TO.

PLEASE BE AWARE.

Okay. Enjoy the words I put in a particular order in time to tell a story.

(Wendy)

It was only Saturday afternoon, the first weekend, and I had nothing to do. I was curled on my bed, pillow across my lap to support the book I was reading. Alice was off with Hatter, apparently helping him down in Miss De Vil's sewing classroom.

Being alone really stunk.

I was shoved into reality as a knock on my open door sounded, and a shock of orange hair pushed it's head inside. Peter wiggled his eyebrows, stepping half way inside.

"Can I enter your abode?" He whistled, taking another cautious step.

I sat my book on the nightstand, and looked at him expectantly. "It all depends on what you want."

I had to remind myself Peter wasn't the child I knew all those years ago. He was a bad kid. Messing with Peter would be playing with fire, something I couldn't risk. Not now.

He scratched behind his ear. "I wanted to...may I?" He gestured to the foot of the bed, and I nodded. He sat, smoothing the cotton sheets beside him. "I wanted to apologize about my advances in class. Jim has told me they seem a bit creepy. However, I do not withdraw them because I meant every word. I love you, Wendy. You're my best friend."

I shut my eyes. "Peter...you aren't the same. You're different. Peter, to be frank, you're toxic."

His eyes were dark, studying me. "You may not realize it, Wendy, but you've changed too. The Wendy Darling I knew was adventurous and daring. She sure as hell wouldn't have been spending her day alone reading some book."

"There's nothing wrong with that!" I interjected.

He cocked an eyebrow. "How loved are you, Wendy? How bright does your spirit burn?"

"What kind of crazy question is that?" I spat. "Are you high?"

"Possibly!" He screamed, throwing his hands in the air. "Why? Do you care now?"

"Goddammit, Peter-"

"Could you two be any louder?!"

Alice stormed in, blue eyes wide and wary as she glanced over Peter several times. She was wearing a Mattie Hatter original, a velvet green dress with purple tea cups printed on the trim. It was too short and too tight, once again reminding me that despite Alice's beliefs, Mattie definitely wasn't gay.

"Sorry, Miss...?"

"Alice. Just Alice," she clarified, sending her blonde hair fluttering over her shoulder. Peter chuckled under his breath.

"Good to meet you, Just Alice. Mind telling me when Wendy inserted the stick up her ass?"

Alice shrugging, popping a red lollipop in her mouth. "You know, I'm not sure. It was awhile ago, how ever."

"Allie!" I hissed in protest.

"He's got a point, Wendy."

Peter ran a hand through his red hair, putting another on his hip. "Look, just, when do you want to study for History? We need to set up a date, just when?"

"Wow, you actually care about learning? I didn't know since you seemed so intent on harassing me in class. But you can be annoying and listen at the same time. Good to know!"

He pursed his lips tightly. "You know, you're a real bitch. And I really have no intention of spending anymore time here if you're going to treat me like this."

I sighed, face going red in desperation. I didn't want him to leave. "Peter-"

"You're not my Wendy. So I don't care."

There was a loud knock at the door, and I jumped as two people barged in.

They could've been siblings, the little girl with dark skin and sensual features, wearing a dress too low and too high. Her chestnut hair was in a bob across her jaw, her eyes lidded but worried. The boy was gigantic in height, messy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was all angles and white pallor wearing too big dark tees and cargo pants. Sven and Babette.

"Guys, what are you."

"Peter," Sven cut off. "it's Tink. It's Tink."

Peter sucked in several breaths before pushing away both of them, combat boots tromping down the hall.

Alice simply smiled. "Well, there's an adventure."

I flopped back on the bed, pulling the pillow to cover my face. "Why did I wish for this adventure?"

(Peter)

Not again not again not again.

My Tink.

Everything was a blur as people yelled at me for running, I didn't care. I shouldered open the locked bathroom door, pushing past teachers before locking it again.

She was where I thought she would be, and I fought the urge to be sick.

She was covered in blood.

"They aren't deep Peter they aren't deep," she sobbed, tears running down her face, mixing with the blood. She was wearing one of my tee shirts and it was pooled up around her bare thighs. I took a cautious step forward and she howled again, cradling her hands to her chest.

"Don't let them find me again..." she whimpered.

"Tink, you have to let me see them," I said calmly.

"N-no...Peter..."

I swallowed. The blood still was going down her arm. My stomach lurched. "Tink-"

She thrust her arms out, letting me see the violent pink slashes across them. She was right, the weren't deep, just bleeding a heck of a lot. I pulled a washcloth from the sink and tied it around both her wrists before wetting some toilet paper to clean the blood from her pale hair and cheeks. I settled her between my legs, brushing it out softly. She shook violently, staring at her hands.

"I know I said I'd stop-"

"I understand," I said softly, biting on my lip so as not to scream. At myself for not protecting her. At the monster inside her.

God, why Tink?

"I had to let it out I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry doesn't save you..." I whispered softly.

"Tink, don't scare me like that anymore. Please."

"Peter, I can't help it-"

There was a knock on the door. "This is Professor Yzma, open this door."

Tink and I shared a horrified glance.

"Take off the shirt."

Her face heated. "What?"

"There's blood-"

"I can hear your voices in there!"

I ripped off Tink's shirt, a bit embarrassed as she wasn't wearing a bra and in my shirt, but I could hear the keys jingling. I fumbled for my jacket to cover her and her bandaged wrists before giving up and pulling her onto my lap into a kiss. She made a grunting noise before complying as the door swung open, me pinning Tink against the sink with my hips.

With both gasped, Tink fumbling to cover herself as Yzma entered, looking scandalized.

"Pan, you know boys can't be in the girls bathrooms. Leave. Now. Kissing my best pupil...Detention! All week!"

She left, I suppose unable to look at Tink so naked.

I carried her gingerly into the room, setting her down on her circular bed.

"Thanks for covering for me. That was a good idea you had."

"Well, you were naked," I supplied, pulling a sweatshirt out of her closet before pulling it on over her head. "I don't think saying I was dying your hair would be a good excuse, so." I smiled sadly, touching a hair. "Tink-"

"Don't reprimand me, Peter, I'm not in the mood. Don't you think I'd stop if I could?"

She looked at me with desperate blue eyes.

"I need to go," I said finally. "Tink, just, be safe. Please."

(Flynn)

"Like I was saying, you can't just be an artist. You have to think a certain way. It's a way your brain works, right? You have to see with your eyes and observe everything."

I stretched out on the courtyard grass, simply closing my eyes, letting my skin tan.

Plus, if I opened my eyes, I'd have to admit Blondie looked gorgeous. She had on flower print leggings, and a white dress shirt tied under her bust exposing her pale torso. There was a little chub there, in and adorable way. Like a kids.

Also I don't know what possessed her tag made her believe she could wear that long hair in pigtails, her bare feet tripping over the strands.

"Flynn, are you listening to me?"

I peeked up at Punzie, using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun. "Yeah, yeah. My brain isn't artsy fartsy."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ugh. Flynn..."

I chuckled at her annoyance, sitting up. "Okay, okay. Show me how to art."

"That's it!" She said animatedly. "I can't just show you! It has to come from inside you, in your soul."

"I have no soul," I said darkly, tugging on one pigtail. She groaned.

"Okay, I'm sorry this time, honestly. Scouts honor."

She scowled, but stopped and looked curious. "You were a boy scout?"

I frowned. "Let's pretend I was, okay?"

She rolled her eyes before taking my hands to push back my sleeves. She stood behind me, placing the brush in my hand, and pushing me to face the blank canvas.

"Blondie, I don't do art."

"Just try, please?"

Her lips stuck out in a melodramatic pout, and a laugh forced it's way out of me. "Alright. Just...lay back on the grass and don't watch me, okay?"

She nodded vigorously, plopping down where I had been a few moments ago.

I was halfway done with the masterpiece to rival a four year old when Sven and Anna came along, dragging what appeared to be a moody (ahem, jealous) Kristoff.

"Hey, Punzie!" Anna yelped, running to hug her friend. Sven watched her with nothing less than adoration in his eyes, and Kristoff in turn watched Sven warily.

"Are you guys coming to the movie night tomorrow?" Anna chirped excitedly.

Blondie expressed her confusion, and in turn Anna blathered on about the dumb movie night a few professors always ran on the courtyard on Sunday nights.

"I want to go! Flynn, will you come?!"

Suddenly her green eyes were right before me and I almost stumbled back. I shrugged.

"It's not like I have any better plans."

"Yay!" She bit her lip. "Is the, uh, painting done?"

I nodded, stepping aside for the grand reveal.

Anna cleared her throat. "What is it?"

Sven snorted. "A giraffe, clearly."

"It's not!" I protested. "It's blondie!"

Rapunzel smiled widly. "Flynn, I love it. But... you may need just a few more lessons."

I sighed. Of course.

(Ariel)

"I'm covered in sweat. This is no fair, why do you look so good!" Bo whined. I just smiled, pushing back my red hair.

"Well, you are dancing a lot more than me," I told the chorus girl.

"Plus," a scrawny boy playing a soldier sat down beside us. "She's like wearing the equivalent to a string bikini."

"I am not!" I glanced down to my outfit, a purple halter top and cut off shorts. Maybe not the most school appropriate outfit, but still. Eric wasn't supposed to be a rehearsal-

"Ariel!"

Snow's gold eyes widened. "Oh, no! How long has he been here?!"

I watched Eric rise, save one glance back at me, before going through the door to his office. I sighed, half giddy and half nervous, as I hopped off the stage. "I'd better follow him. See you guys in a little bit."

I didn't knock before entering, just plopped down on the corner of his desk.

"What did you need me for, sir?"

He swallowed, not making eye contact. "Ariel, we need to talk about your wardrobe."

I frowned. "Miss de Vil's class has it covered, don't they? I already went in for measurements-"

"No," he interjected hastily. "Your current, ehem, casual wardrobe."

I snorted. "Are you being serious right now?"

He finally glanced at me, blue eyes burning. "Ariel, it's not class appropriate. I-I can see your midriff along with most of your thighs-are you even wearing a bra?"

I flushed brightly, going off his desk and stumbling back.

"I really don't like this conversation, it's uncomfortable and inappropriate."

He rose. "You brought it on yourself when you...well when you chose to dress like that!"

He's flustered, I realized. He doesn't want to be talking about this. He doesn't want to look at me.

I'm making him flustered.

"Professor, are you calling me a slut?"

His eyes shot to mine, wide and almost scandalized. I kept my cool and hard gaze focused on him, however, unwavering in my anger.

"God, Ariel, no. It's just distracting to the other performers-"

"Male performers," I supplied vemonously.

He blanched. "Ariel, I cast you as the lead for a reason but I don't enjoy this attitude."

"I am a person," I growled adamantly. His eyes blew open at my tone. "And I decide how I dress."

"I'm your professor," he said softly, gently, after a long pause. There was something so commanding in it that it just took the breath out of me. It's not my fault he's so flawless. "And I tell you how to dress in my presence."

I smirked, taking an angry step towards him. "And, um, how would you like me to dress in your presence, Professor?"

I couldn't decide if that was a blush or a flush of anger coloring his cheeks. I had to give it to him, he had some self restraint.

"You are to meet me in my home tomorrow," he said darkly, and I felt my knees going out. "And we're going to have a long talk during your detention."

A/N: Gosh, I love Ariel and Eric. I was watching the movie the other day and I'm like dang this girl is sassy. I like her. mm.

So I made her more sassy we've got enough innocent girls to go around.

So please review, I'd like to get to 80. On my tumblr I'll be posting pictures from me at Disney (with some great cosplays). My tumblr name is the same as my fanfiction name so just look me up if you want to see. Don't forget if you want me to ask a face character something to just leave it in the reviews. I'll have wifi all week at Disney (since their tech upgrade woot) so don't think it's too late. Should be able to post again Monday! Then school starts Wednesday. Ugh.

See you my loves~~~

-Meggie.