For the rest of spring break, things were normal. Well, at least as normal as it had to be. Though Flynn and Peter were under house arrest by the Headmistress, they still found ways to create chaos with Aladdin, as usual. The only thing different was Flynn's absence from the world at 4:30 every day.

The boys started to notice after he wasn't there on gambling day. This was an invention by Aladdin when he noticed the Headmistress normally went to Dan's and Son's for lunch on Friday's for an hour or two. She would leave Brandon in charge, who was almost as strict as she was. However, he had one weakness:

Games of chance.

Aladdin used this to his advantage. Every Friday at 4:30, he and a few other boys would set up tables and play every game of chance they knew. It was a perfect in the way it distracted Brandon so the kids could do whatever they wanted, and perfect in the way it provided entertainment.

Flynn was a frequent player on gambling day. The boys knew something was horribly wrong if he didn't show up.

They sent Goob, a 12 year old little leaguer, to look for him after Aladdin dealt the cards for poker. He complied, walking through the halls slowly. His eyes trailed up to Headmistress's door. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and pushed it open.

There was Flynn, his legs propped up on the Headmistress's desk, talking into the cord business phone with a soft smile on his face.

"Really? I think your hair would look awesome green-"

"Aladdin's looking for you." Goob interrupted

"AH!" Flynn screamed and dropped the phone, "aw shit," he picked it up, "hey, Rapunzel? yeah I'm ok. Hold on a sec," he put the phone on the desk, "GOOB! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"But we're playing poker,"

"I don't care! Leave me alone!"

Goob groaned, "fine." he walked out of the room.

Flynn waited until he couldn't hear Goob's shuffling feet, "hey blondie. Sorry about that. No, haha, that was my dumb... orphanmate. I know! that sounds really weird." he paused. So when did you say we could-"

The door flew open. Aladdin, Peter Pan, and a few of the Lost Boys stood in the doorway.

"Goob said you weren't going to play." Aladdin crossed his arms.

"What the hell is this? Can I please have some privacy?!"

"Whoever it is can wait man, I already dealt you in,"

"Deal someone else in! Why is this so important to you?"

"I made this business from the ground up. If you don't play, it affects everyone else. Once you're in, you're in man."

"What? You- this isn't the mafia!"

"Fine. I'll just let the Lost Boys discuss this with you." Aladdin moved through the crowd of preteens and out of the door. Flynn almost felt relieved when the door shut and Aladdin left, but the fear quickly replaced his tranquility. Slightly, The Twins, Cubby, and Tootles surrounded the desk. Flynn turned pale.

"Hey, um, Slightly... what are you doing with that water balloon?"

The preteen with large front teeth grinned, stroking the inflated balloon like a cat, "oh nuthin."

"Ok... could you leave then?"

"Nope!"

In sync, every Lost Boy hurled a water balloon at Flynn's head. Some missed, hitting picture frames and filing cabinets. Nevertheless, Flynn was soaked. Water dripped from his clothes as he hurled himself at Slightly, knocking him down. Slightly screamed as he tried to wriggle away from Flynn's grip, but Flynn managed to get one punch to Slightly's head before he ran away crying at the top of his lungs with the other Lost Boys trailing behind him.

He brushed himself off and walked back to the phone.

"Rapunzel?" water dripped from his hair and onto the desk.

"Yes?" she chirped.

"Oh thank God. I thought you hung up,"

"Haha nope. That was way too interesting to make me hang up,"

"You heard all of that? Now you see what I have to deal with."

"Oh it sounds wonderful." she said blissfully, "I would love to have a little brother or sister,"

"You just witnessed me being jumped by a mob of preteens and you still think having a brother or sister would be amazing? You're crazy."

"Oh shut up," she giggled.

"Haha. So you think we could meet up sometime this week? I can't stay here any longer." he looked through the door's window to see if any other of the boys would come through.

"Actually, you can come over to my house at 7:00 tonight. My mother will be gone."

"Really?" Flynn's face lit up, "I'll be there."

After giving into a few games of poker, Flynn began his journey to Rapunzel's house using a set of directions she gave him. He stole Brandon's bike and used a flashlight he found in the Headmistress's cabinet. He taped it onto the front, and set off.

The directions were simple, and it was about a 20 minute bike ride away. 10 if he pedaled hard enough, which he did. By the time he reached the neighborhood, he was out of breath and sweaty. He slowed his pedaling down, eyeing each of the houses, looking for the tallest one on the block.

"It's pretty much a tower. You can't miss it," she had said.

Flynn wiped the sweat off his head. His eyes scanned the mansions lined against each other, the light from the flashlight illuminating them. And suddenly, there it was.

"Whoa." Flynn stopped the bike, and took in the sight.

A four story tower with flowers on vines slithering up the side loomed over Flynn. It was modernly fashioned, though there was something strangely medieval about it. There was another impressive architectural house that trailed around it, but the tower definitely stole the show. Still looking up at it, Flynn parked his bike in some bushes and turned off the flashlight.

He sauntered towards it, staring at the lone window in the center. He felt very compared to it. And when someone feels small, they tend to yell to feel bigger. So that's what Flynn did.

"RAPUNZEL, RAPUNZEL, LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!" he gestured to the window in a dramatic flourish.

In a few seconds, a fountain of gold hair flowed out of the window. A head popped through the hair as if it were curtains.

"Can my hair reach the bottom yet?" Rapunzel asked enthusiastically.

"Not even close," Flynn answered, laughing at her swaying hair that barely reached two meters from the window.

"Can't you just.. pretend?" she said wistfully, putting her shoulders on the windowsill and letting her head rest in her hands.

"Oh sure." he said jokingly, "come on, let me up, it's scary out here."

"Ok!"

She disappeared from the window. Flynn waited for a few minutes, then heard Rapunzel's voice beckoning him from the front door from the other house. He walked towards her.

The inside of the house was immaculate. Everything was polished and shined so it had a glow. There was a flat screen TV with an X-box placed on a sleek TV holder, and vases of flowers on chic coffee tables. Flynn couldn't help marveling at everything he saw, even if he saw the slightly embarrassed look on Rapunzel's face.

They finally reached the top of the tower, which was Rapunzel's room.

"It's not very clean, but I did my best." she sheepishly smiled.

She opened the door, revealing a room with books, art pads and water color paints strewn across the floor. Flynn's mouth dropped open as he noticed that the walls were painted with fantastical yet exquisite pictures. Colors were used in sunsets and paintings of the sea. Shades of green formed the tail of a perfectly painted mermaid, someone who looked an awful like someone Flynn knew at Animation High.

"This is amazing." he marveled.

"Hehe thanks," she brushed hair behind her ear, "it took me three summers to finally finish it."

"Three summers? Did you leave the house at all?" he stared at the walls.

"Sometimes. This was just something that I was obsessed with for a while. I guess I just need to do something else now," she half smiled, looking at the painting of a rainbow chameleon perched on a branch. She seemed lost for a moment, then she turned her head to Flynn.

"Wanna play some Xbox?" she smiled.

It was at that moment when Flynn knew he was in love.