Chapter 4

From The Tales of Flynnagan Rider

On Becoming Flynn Rider

Now that Thomas Flynn Rider was officially dead (at the urgings of Clarrisa) I finally became someone I thought I could never be; a loveable swashbuckling rogue, richest man alive and not bad with the ladies either, but I will say their men never liked me too much. I mean, after all, I am a ladies man.

But what does it matter now. I became Flynnagan Rider for Rissa, even though she's not with me anymore. You know how they say that behind every man there is a good woman? Well, Rissa was all of that and more. The ending to our relationship came upon me rather unexpectedly and suddenly. All I can say is that I woke up one morning and found a note pinned to my pillow.

"Thanks for all the love you've given me, my sweet Flynn, but it's time I moved on to greener pastures. Don't despair, my love, I shall return when the time is right. Until then, I bid you a fond adieu."

I never did see her again, but I had heard from a female acquaintance that she married well. It wasn't that I didn't love her, I just wasn't ready to settle down and raise a family.

I guess she was.

So it was with a touch of sadness as well as excitement that I once again moved on to another adventure.

I did tell you about Violetta being by my first love and all that, but there was another long haired brunette beauty who stole my heart, but that's for another adventure.

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Eight Years Later

"The very talented singing and recording star, Rapunzel Gothel, has become engaged to her boyfriend of eight years, Eric Carver, who has given up acting to manage her career and what an amazing job he's done so far. Mr. Carver also informed us that Ms Gothel will be showing off her beautiful watercolor paintings in her first ever show, which will take place at the Charon's Cornucopia Hall this coming Saturday. Please save the date and enjoy. If Ms. Gothel's painting's are anything like her singing, we have a lot of look forward to. So remember again to save the date."

Eugene sighed as he pulled out one of his many scrapbooks on Rapunzel. He opened it and slowly turned the pages. An article about the 1st place medal she won competing with members of art class. Another article discussed her induction and her internship into the Great Tree Healing Institute.

He couldn't forget her no matter how he tried. The pictures in the papers never did her justice. Even the pictures she posted on her Facebook page were old ones. She was probably still the cutest girl he'd ever seen and wondered if he'd still recognize her if she ever returned to Corona.

He had moved to out the mansion when he turned 18. Basically, tied some sheets together and threw it out his window.

Just like Flynn Rider had done.

He moved to Charon in hopes of seeing Rapunzel again, but it never happened. She moved in different circles now. In the beginning, they'd IM and text one another, secretly, of course. It was only after she became rich and famous had she had no time for him, well, at least he thought she did.

"Flynny? Where ware you? Flynn-ee? It's getting cold here without you?'

Eugene rolled his eyes upward. Rissa was being her usual pain in the butt self. She had stayed with him for a bit now, but now she was clinging and starting to get on his nerves. Besides, he wasn't in love with her.

He didn't know if he could ever fall in love.

"Be right there, Clarissa," he called out from the living room of his small house he was renting. There was no job, he didn't need one. Then there was the engagement to Donna. Put on hold and postponed by mutual request. He still expected to marry her. He was 24 years old now. Couldn't he at least have what he wanted?

But he wasn't exactly sure what he wanted.

He pasted in the newest article and gathered up all the ones before Rissa could get her little hands on them.

He stood up and stashed them in a hiding place in a high shelf in this closet.

It was then the phone rang.

But it was the worst news he'd ever get. He would have to leave immediately and that meant giving up Clarissa. He'd already given up Lettie, the first girl he'd ever been with. Racing cars, meeting ladies, traveling around, finding himself; he was doing everything a rich playboy should be doing. Why wasn't he enjoying this?

Now he would have to give it all up and return home. Maybe that's where he truly did belong.