OMG Thank you for the added reviews on Chapters 2 and 3! It made me happy! So here is Chapter 4, as I said. I put a little more time and thought into the Chapter because I feel that you guys deserve it. Plus this is Part 1/3 in the climax of the story, where everything starts to make a little more sense.

Part 1: It Started as an Ordinary Day

Part 2: Eugene

Part 3: Bonding

So there we have it. Please review and I will update faster! So enjoy Chapter 4 (Part 1)! Oh and thanks to, Looka'sMagicHell, Kyoru-KiTTy-ArTist, 13Overload13, Splattermusic, and IceSiren for reviewing!

Chapter 4: It Started as an Ordinary Day

It began as just your typical ordinary morning. After my spat with mother the night before, I was excited that she trusted me enough to spend one last day with Flynn on my way to and from work. We had learned so much about each other that it almost pained me to say goodbye. But before I continue, let me just say that what I thought was good bye, turned out to be just the beginning of my greatest adventure in Corona.

Mother had left for work early, I don't remember exactly what she had said before leaving, and we probably exchanged our usual goodbyes. I left the door open today, just so Flynn could walk in, and we could head off immediately. As I predicted, Flynn came right in, nearly scaring me to death while doing so.

"Good morning, Blondie!" he cried from behind me. I jumped, no literally, jumped up when he said this, dropping the plate I had been drying. It shattered on the floor into two pieces. I knelt down and picked up the pieces, throwing them in the garbage. "Sorry," he apologized. I smiled slightly.

"No, it's fine. It was old anyway. Mother won't really notice," I said. Flynn sighed in relief.

"Are you ready to go? It is our last ride after all," he said. I nodded with a smile. Flynn seemed pretty down about it all.

"Yeah, let's go, and just for the record, I will treat you to breakfast at the diner," I said. "You know, for being so nice to me all this time." Flynn smiled at me, I felt like melting in his hands.

"Anything on the menu?" he asked suddenly. I laughed at him.

"Within reason Mr. Rider," I said in a playful tone. I reached over and tried to grab his keys which rested on a carabineer clip on one of his belt loops. He grabbed my wrist before I could grab them, and gave a playful smile.

"Don't even think about it Blondie," he said. "Now hurry up and get in the truck, breakfast ends at 10:30, right?" I nodded and walked out of the kitchen, with Flynn right behind me. I got into his truck for what I thought would be my second to last time.

"So Mr. Rider, what can I get you this morning?" I asked holding out my notepad. Flynn looked at the menu in front of him. I nudged his shoulder slightly. "The ham and cheese omelet is sublime you know." Flynn looked at the menu once more, then closed it and held it out to me.

"I'll take the ham and cheese omelet then, thank you," he said. I took the menu and put it under my arm, writing down Flynn's order.

"That'll be right out for you," I said, giving a little nod and walking away. "Hey Atilla! I need a house special!" I called out, walking into the kitchen.

"Still staring at Rider, huh Rapunzel?" Amanda asked. I turned from the kitchen window to Amanda; she had her arms crossed over her chest, her red hair in a spunky ponytail, her black and white spotted glasses rested on her nose. I turned to face Flynn and then Amanda.

"Yeah, so?" I said defensively. Amanda laughed and put her one hand my shoulder.

"If you like him so much then go talk to him!" she said. I laughed at this.

"I talk to him every day! Who do you think drives me to work?" I said. Amanda gasped, her hands clapped over her mouth. I leaned back on the counter smiling to myself.

"So why aren't you guys an item?" Amanda asked, taking a plate from a chef. She began walking out the kitchen door.

"My mother says I can't accept rides from him anymore, today's my last time getting a ride from him, so I said that I'd treat him to breakfast for being so nice," I explained. Amanda put her hand on her heart and gave me a goofy grin before disappearing into the restaurant. Tyrone, one of the chefs handed me Flynn's omelet.

"Omelet for table 11," he said. I gave him a grin.

"Thanks Ty," I said before disappearing into the restaurant myself. I approached Flynn's table, he had a large book open and he was working diligently on something.

"What are you working on?" I asked, setting his plate on the table. Flynn turned up to face me.

"Oh, just studying for a test I have this afternoon," he said. I gave him a confused look.

"You're in school?" I asked.

"Sophomore at Corona Community College," he said. "I got accepted about three weeks ago," I clapped my hands.

"Congratulations Flynn, I'm so proud of you," I said. He beamed up at me. I looked down at what he was working on. "I'm just going to let you study then. I get off at 5:15 as usual. See you then?"

"Yeah, I'll see you at 5:15," he said, turning back to his book and digging into his omelet. I returned to the kitchen, a little bit more energetic than before.

Flynn returned at 5:15, as promised. It made me happy that he wanted to spend time with me. Again, it made me feel like melting in his hands. Of course, I never told him that. We got into his truck and headed off for home, but instead of taking the side streets, we took the freeway.

"Flynn, this isn't the way home," I said, looking at the passing cars. He gave a sly grin from the driver's seat.

"Trust me Blondie, this way is faster," he said. I sighed and looked out my window. All of a sudden I heard his turn signal go on and he got off at Corona Junction. He got into the deceleration lane and slowed down. We stopped at a stop light and he turned his left signal on. I turned to face him.

"Flynn, The Village is to the right," I pointed out.

"Yes, I know Blondie, but the nearest gas station is to the left, and I need to get gas," he said. I sighed and looked at the clock in his car. It read 6:00.

"Flynn, my mother will be getting home right about now. If she sees that I'm not there she's going to get really worried," I explained. Flynn sighed and made his turn. His engine started to sputter and eventually it quit all together, just as my cellphone went off. "Speak of the devil," I said reading the caller ID. I flipped open the phone and put it to my ear. Flynn mouthed buy time as I my mother's voice came through the receiver. "Hi mother… yes, I'm… No mother, I'm just about to leave work, I had to pick up my paycheck… well Amanda asked if I'd like to spend the night with her… Amanda is one of my coworkers… she's very nice Mother… I'll call you when I get there, Okay… see you tomorrow… okay, love you… bye," I said, flicking my phone shut. Flynn stared at me.

"Well, what'd she say?" he asked. I sighed.

"She just wanted to know where I was. We have till tomorrow to get home, she thinks that I'm spending the night with Amanda, so we have an hour before she calls back," I told him. Flynn ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well I hate to inform you Blondie, but we are stuck here. Unless we get out and push the truck to the nearest repair shop which is about… six miles from here. And by the time we get it there, it will be dark, and we'll have to find a place to rest for the night, and frankly, if we are going to get you home in time, we'll need more than a night and a morning," he said. I looked at my lap then up at him.

"Well I suppose we should start pushing then," I said.

"So, tell me Blondie… why is your mother so worried about you? It's not like you'll get into trouble or anything," he said with a grunt as we pushed the truck down the side of the road. I sighed and stopped to rest, the truck stopping as well. Flynn raised an eyebrow when I didn't respond; I just looked out at the empty road.

"She's just overcautious, that's all," I told him. A car passed by, stopping when it saw us.

"Hey!" the man in the car called out. "Are you folks in need of a lift?" I nodded.

"Yes, thank you sir!" the man got out and took a hook from the back which was attached to a towline. He hooked Flynn's truck to it and got into his car. Then he gave us a rude gesture and zoomed off, laughing. Flynn chased him down the road screaming "Hey! Get back here and give me back my truck!" I ran after him. Flynn stopped in the middle of the road, I caught up with him.

"Great, that's just great! Now how are we supposed to get home?" he cried angrily. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Flynn, it's okay!" I said. "We'll figure something out!" he turned towards me in anger.

"This is your fault! If you hadn't so gladly accepted the offer, we'd still have my truck! Goddammit, all my money was in that truck!" he cried. I subconsciously reached into my pocket.

"I have my paycheck! I can pay back every cent!" I said. Flynn pushed my hand away.

"Don't worry about that Blondie, I have backup money. What I'm worried about right now is how we're going to get home," he said staring out at the setting sun. I heard an engine behind me and I turned, seeing bright headlights in front of me. The car honked and Flynn jumped out, grabbing me and pushing me to the left shoulder of the road, landing on top of me as the car zoomed by. He got up and looked out at the road. I got up and faced him. "What was that?" he cried.

"What was what?" I asked, rubbing my head. Flynn gestured to the road.

"You just stood there like a deer! If it hadn't been for me, you and I would have been road kill!" he cried. I felt my eyes filling with tears. Flynn had never yelled at me before, and it hurt… it hurt really badly. I covered my eyes and ran from him, mother was right… mother was right all along. "Rapunzel! Rapunzel wait, where are you going?" he called out. I ignored him until he grabbed me from behind. I struggled against his grasp. "So that's it then? I yell at you because I'm a little pissed and you just take off? Rapunzel, it's my job to keep you safe and get you home. We can't afford to have you running off!" I continued to struggle but he only held tighter. "Listen; there is a motel down a mile or so. We can stay there for the night, and file a police report in the morning… we'll get you home then," he said. My phone started ringing from my pocket. Flynn didn't let go.

"Are you going to let me go so I can get my phone?" I asked. Flynn stepped back, and grabbed a bunch of my hair like a leash.

"As long as you don't run off," he said sternly. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

"Hi mother… yes, I'm at Amanda's… we were just watching a movie and I forgot to call… alright… I'll see you tomorrow then, okay… bye," I clicked my phone shut and faced Flynn. "How far away did you say that motel was?" I asked.

"Room for two please," Flynn said to the man at the desk. He looked at his computer screen and sighed.

"Room 51," he said, handing us a keycard. Flynn took it and thanked the man, making his way down the hall to our assigned room. We walked in and there were two queen sized beds on one of the walls. The curtains were closed and the overhead light was dimmed.

"Well, this'll have to do for the night," said Flynn, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a yawn. I averted his gaze and made my way over to one of the beds, taking off my tan jacket to reveal my purple tank top underneath. I climbed under the covers as Flynn did the same in the other bed after turning off the lights. I could hear light snoring almost instantly. I couldn't sleep to be honest, so much had happened that day, I almost couldn't take it. I put my hands behind my head and sighed, holding in tears. After a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore.

"Flynn? Are you awake?" I called out into the darkness. I heard a groan and some sheets ruffling.

"I am now," came the voice. I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress my whimpers. Flynn sat up in the darkness and got up, sitting on the edge of my bed. "What's wrong Blondie?" he asked. I whimpered a bit more.

"I- I just wanted to apologize for today… I messed everything up, and I feel horrid about it," I said. Flynn sighed.

"I overreacted Blondie, it wasn't your fault in the least," he said sympathetically. At this I began to cry, covering my face with my hands.

"No… don't deny it, it was my fault… I'm so- I'm so sorry Flynn…" I said. It was silent for a moment, and then I felt a hand on my kneecap.

"It's Eugene…" he said out of nowhere.

AN: Oooooohhhhh CLIFFHANGER! Hahahaha. Okay, so I will post the next part soon. Please review to tell me what you thought; I'm looking forward to it!

~MrsNaara