"Closet, closet, closet. Get in the closet." Flynn murmured in panic as he pushed Peter out from under the desk. They both crawled hurriedly out of their old hiding spot. They opened the door to the closet near them and hid inside. The remaining girls under the desk stared at them, and then directed their attention to Hades, who was talking to Mr. Philip. They suddenly noticed that everyone in the classroom stopped what they were doing at the very sight of Hades. The awkward silence that filled the room seemed to make him uncomfortable.
"Phillip, do you mind if we talk outside." Hades growled through his teeth, which would normally make a student piss his/her pants, but Mr. Philip only gave a bored stare into to Hades face.
"Listen, Hades, I'm not moving. I made a goal for myself today, and to accomplish it, I can't move,"
"What's your goal, doing nothing?" Hades rolled his eyes impatiently.
"Yep." Phillip said slowly and looked back down to his book without giving Hades a further answer.
The class stifled their giggles. Hades gave them death stares.
"I know things about all of ya that would never get you in a good college. So watch it," Hades snarled at them, silencing them all.
"Have you seen two kids out of uniform that came in your class recently?" he asked under his breath, but it was heard by Rapunzel and Wendy, who inched close enough to the front of the class while everyone backed away.
Philip put his book down on the desk and stared at Hades with genuine confusion.
"Um, no. Why are there students roaming around without uniforms?"
Wendy and Rapunzel looked at eachother gaping, both thinking the same thing.
How was he that engaged in his book to not notice two boys running through his classroom?!
"Long story. So you haven't seen them? I thought I heard something in here..."
"Hades, people hear many things in this class when free time is happening."
"Yeah but-"
"Kay. Bye Hades," Phillip picked up his book and waved off Hades without looking up. Hades narrowed his eyes and angrily stalked off to the door.
The student's eyes followed Hades as he walked away from the desk. As soon as he opened the door to leave, the class returned to it's chaos. At the sound of students yelling and things crashing against the floor, Flynn and Peter snuck out of their hiding place and waved the girls to them. The girls hurried over to them, wide eyes.
"You guys are crazy! How did you get past Hades? He doesn't miss a thing!" Rapunzel asked admiringly.
Peter smiled cockyly, "well, I-"
"Peter shut up, we don't have time," Flynn bit his lip and looked at Rapunzel, "do you have a pen?"
"Oh, yeah..." she dug through her uniform skirt pockets, "here," she handed him a glittery purple pen.
He took it from her and grabbed her hand.
"What are you-"
He scribbled something as fast as he could on her hand.
"This isn't really my number, but if you wanna talk to me this is what you call," he held her hand, giving her a quick smile. She smiled back, both of them sharing a moment.
Peter turned to Wendy.
"You want to hang out sometime? Like, tomorrow after your school finishes?"
Wendy nodded, "where do you want to meet?"
"Um, in that park area by Neverland Avenue? You remember that one?"
Wendy cocked her head, "the place where we would play when we were small? I didn't know you were so sentimental Peter," she teased him.
"Hey, shut up. It was the first thing that came to my mind. So you'll be there right?" Peter asked.
"Yes," Wendy's blue eyes sparkled.
The boys said their goodbyes to the girls and silently left the raging classroom, completely unnoticed by the deadpan teacher Mr. Phillip. As they entered the bright hall with it's shining tiles, silence engulfed them.
"Even if we do get arrested for trespassing, this was totally worth it," Flynn finally said as they snuck through the halls, trying to make their footsteps as quiet as possible.
"Yeah. But I can't believe Wendy's going to this stuck-up school," Peter huffed and turned his head to the wall to look at posters about preventing cheating and bullying.
"Does it matter? She's back. You guys can still hang out. Don't be such a priss," Flynn rolled his eyes.
"Hmm," Peter grumbled.
"Anyway, you're not gonna ask about Rapunzel and I?" Flynn said, changing the subject.
"No," Peter said flatly.
"Well, her family's apparently from Germany, which is like me right? I'm white so I must have some German in me, so that makes us alike-"
"You're racist," Peter said, laughing.
"It doesn't count if I'm dissing my own kind. Geez, get a sense of humor will you?"
The two stopped at a fairly large area with doors labeled "staircase" in the back of them and another long hallway in front of them. They blinked.
"Ummm... do you remember this?" Flynn asked Peter, still looking at the hallway.
"No..." Peter turned to look at the staircase, "well these must go down, right? Unless we're on the bottom floor..."
"We can't be! But I don't remember going up any stairs. Where the hell are we?"
"Come on. Let's just go down the stairs. Besides there might be some teachers or a hall monitor or something down that hall,"
Flynn nodded, and they turned around and walked to the stairs. They opened the door slowly, then, seeing no one was there, tiptoed inside. After a few minutes of walking down the stairs, they heard footsteps echo through the quiet. Their eyes went wide and they both sprinted back up the stairs and crashing through the doors.
They ignored the pain (with a few cursing exceptions from Flynn), and sped towards a temporary classroom to escape. Peter was way ahead of Flynn when he changed courses and entered through a door, nearly creating a dent in the wall as he forcefully opened the door. To his pure amazement, no one was in the room.
It must have been an English room, because of the posters of famous lines of poetry above an old fashioned chalkboard. The air conditioner was apparently broken because a steady trickle of water dripped into a bright red bucket. The only thing extremely odd was a gigantic window smack in the middle of a wall. Peter walked closer.
"We've lost him-or-her-or... it. We've lost it," Flynn said, panting as he came through the door, "Peter man, you run fast as hell. I've seen black kids slower, and that's a huge compliment,"
But Peter was too busy staring out the window to notice Flynn's observation.
He was looking down at below, at the parking lot with the perfectly trimmed trees lining the sides and how promising the exit looked.
"Hey Flynn..." Peter turned his head from the window, "you know, the jump isn't too far down..."
Flynn felt chills slip down his spine. Whenever Peter Pan worded his statements like that, nothing would change his mind for what he was about to do.
"No, no, no, no, no, no. Peter don't even think about it," Flynn turned white as Peter rolled his eyes.
"It's like a one story jump, dude. We've done worse. And besides, what if he catches us trying to go out the other exit? Then what? We have to go through this way," he pointed out the open window.
Flynn stuttered, "Peter, no. Just don't," Peter smirked and opened the window, "stop! STOP!" Peter deliberately threw his legs out into the open air,
Flynn ran as fast as he could to the window, and grabbed Peter under his arms and started dragging him out, much to Peter's anger. At a halfway point between the outside of the window and inside the classroom, Peter managed to vigorously shake off Flynn. Again, he scooted out the window, this time he was completely outside. Flynn flushed, suddenly saying what for some reason was at the top of his head.
"I'LL TELL WENDY!"
Why Flynn said that still puzzles him to this day.
Peter raised his eyebrow,
"You'll tell Wendy? She's not like my mother or anything. Are you high?"
"ARE YOU HIGH?! YOU'RE ABOUT TO JUMP OUT OF A FREAKING WINDOW!"
Peter huffed and positioned himself to where he was balancing precariously on the ledge while only grabbing the window sill with one hand.
"Kay bye, you codfish," with that, he saluted Flynn with his free hand and jumped.
Flynn screamed a curse word loud enough for the entire school to hear. He stood in shock for a few seconds, then sprinted to the window and stuck his head out, fully expecting Peter to be flat faced on the pavement with his head detached.
But there was Peter, standing completely unharmed in a parking lot, looking up at the window with an "I-told-you-so" look.
"YOU DUMB SHIT." Flynn screamed out the window.
"Listen, the jump isn't that far! Just try and avoid the the car," Peter said, cupping his hands.
Flynn looked down, and indeed, there was a crappy black mustang parked directly beneath the class.
"How in the bejesus did you miss that?!" Flynn looked at his friend as if he just saw a unicorn driving a bus.
"I just did! Now jump!" Flynn inched hesitantly to the open window,
"Don't think, even if you do think, just think of happy thoughts. Okay?
Flynn slowly made his way out of the window pane.
"Come on! Jump Flynn!"
I am so going to die.
With those words, Flynn jumped.
Heyy guys! I know Phillip is kind of out of character, but since he had no personality in Sleeping Beauty, I figured I'd make one up for him. :P Also, just want to say I might not be updating as quickly as I would like because of school -_-
See you guys! Good luck w/ school!