Jasmine pulled up in front of Aladdin's house, hurried up to the front door and knocked quickly. Aladdin answered the door, surprised to see her.

"I was going to pick you up for school," Aladdin said.

Jasmine smiled excitedly at him. "How opposed are you to ditching school?"

Aladdin stared blankly at her.

Jasmine laughed. "Can I come in?"

"Um, yeah." Aladdin stepped back from the door.

Jasmine set her purse on the couch and turned to face Aladdin. "So?"

"Um, I'm not opposed to ditching school," Aladdin said. "Why?"

"I just found out my dad is in Anaheim. He's gonna be on Narissa Live this morning talking about his new movie," Jasmine told him. "I want to go up there and surprise him. I haven't seen him in a while."

"And you want me to come with you?" Aladdin asked.

"Of course! I want Daddy to meet you."

Aladdin eyed Jasmine's outfit. She was wearing a long, turquoise halter sundress with gold bangle bracelets, and big gold hoop earrings.

"I need to change." Aladdin said, looking down at his t-shirt and ripped jeans.

Jasmine nodded and sat down on his couch. She had decided to wear her gold, strappy high heel sandals and was now regretting it. They were already starting to hurt her feet. When Aladdin came back down he was wearing a black dress shirt and a nicer pair of jeans.

"You look great," Jasmine said, standing up. "Are you ready?"

Aladdin nodded and they headed out.

It didn't take long for them to get to Anaheim. Jasmine had to park a couple blocks away from the studio and she was cursing her shoes as they walked up the street. She led Aladdin behind the studio to the back entrance. There were a lot fans standing around hoping to get autographs. A bodyguard was standing in front of the door and Jasmine walked right up to him.

"Hi, Razoul!" Jasmine greeted.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Jasmine," Razoul said. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I came to see my dad."

Razoul smiled at Jasmine. "He'll be happy to see you." Razoul then turned and frowned at Aladdin. "Who's this?"

"This is my boyfriend, Aladdin," Jasmine said, putting her hand on Aladdin's chest.

Razoul didn't look impressed. He handed them two access passes. "The show has already started, so be quiet."

Jasmine nodded. She and Aladdin quietly snuck into the studio and made their way to where they were filming. One of her dad's other bodyguards were standing by a cameraman. Jasmine took Aladdin's hand and walked over to him. The bodyguard smiled at her. She pulled out her cellphone and typed: Where's my dad's dressing room? She held up the phone so he could read it, then he motioned for them to follow him. Jasmine thanked him as he walked away. Jasmine closed the door behind them. The dressing room was small. It only consisted of a vanity, a couch and a TV that was showing live feed of the show. Jasmine and Aladdin sat down on the couch and watched her dad's interview.

When his segment was over, Jasmine stood up and waited for him to come back to his dressing room. Aladdin stood up as well and she squeezed his hand. Jasmine's father walked into the dressing room and his face lit up when he saw her.

"Jasmine, what are you doing here?" her dad asked.

"I've missed you." Jasmine gave her dad a hug.

"It's good to see you, dearest."

Jasmine stepped back and took Aladdin's hand again. "Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Aladdin."

Jasmine's dad shook Aladdin's hand. "It's nice to meet you, young man."

"You too, sir," Aladdin said.

"You guys want to get something to eat?" Jasmine's dad offered.

"You're not gonna make me go back to school?" Jasmine asked.

Jasmine's dad laughed. "No. I haven't seen you since Christmas."

"Let's take my car," Jasmine said. "It'll be more inconspicuous."

Jasmine's dad nodded. "Do you want to go to Carlotta's?"

"Carlotta? The chef on TV?" Aladdin asked.

"Yeah, she has a restaurant out here," Jasmine said.

The three of them made their way to Jasmine's car. When they arrived at the restaurant, Jasmine was surprised to see it was crowded. They had to wait a half an hour for a table. After they had ordered, a woman who looked like she in her forties came over to their table and asked Jasmine's dad for an autograph. She was only the first of many people who came up to them during lunch. Jasmine's dad was used to this sort of thing, but it bothered Jasmine. She just wanted to have lunch with her dad and her boyfriend.

Another woman came to the table wanting a picture with Jasmine's dad. She squeezed in between Jasmine and her dad. The other lady, who was taking the picture, complained that Jasmine was in the shot. The lady slid into Jasmine's seat, causing Jasmine to stumble out of the chair. Aladdin caught her and helped her up.

"Hey!" Jasmine cried out. "Leave us alone. We're trying to have lunch."

The women looked at Jasmine like she was the rudest person they had ever met and walked away.

"Jasmine, that was incredibly rude," Jasmine's dad said, as she took her seat.

"No, what they did was rude," Jasmine said.

"Those are my fans," Jasmine's dad said. "I have to keep them happy. Taking pictures and signing autographs is part of my job."

"But, dad, we're having lunch together. Can't you just be here with us?" Jasmine asked.

"Why do you always make everything about you? Everyone calls you the Princess of Hollywood, and you definitely live up to that name," Jasmine's dad told her. "You're very selfish, Jasmine. I take you out to a nice lunch and this is how you thank me. So ungrateful."

"But, dad-"

"Jasmine, I think it's time for you to go home. I'll call your school and excuse you for the day, but don't you ever skip school again."

"Sir, no disrespect, but I think you're being too hard on her," Aladdin said.

"Excuse me?"

"Jasmine works really hard at school and never misses a day," Aladdin said. "She just wanted to spend time with her dad, who she hasn't seen in three months."

"Forget it, Aladdin," Jasmine said. "Let's just go."

Aladdin put his arm around Jasmine as they walked out of the restaurant. Jasmine gripped the steering wheel tight as she drove back home. She couldn't believe her dad acted that way towards her. Usually he put her first, not his fans. "I'm an actor, but a father first and foremost," he used to say.

Jasmine pulled into her driveway. She quickly got out of the car, slammed the door and stormed up to the house. Aladdin hurried after her. When they were inside, Jasmine collapsed on the couch. Aladdin lied down next to her and put his arm around her. He didn't say anything and Jasmine was glad. She wasn't in the mood for sympathy or advice. She snuggled up close to him and let a couple tears roll down her cheeks.

XXX

"Aurora! Aurora, wait up!"

Aurora turned around to see Philip hurrying down the hall after her. She hadn't talked to him since opening night on Friday, and it was now Monday afternoon. She wasn't mad at him or anything; she was just embarrassed by the way she had acted.

Aurora greeted Philip with a smile. "Hi."

"Hi," Philip said. "Aurora, are we okay?"

"Of course."

"What was wrong on Friday?"

"I was just fed up with everyone talking about how good I looked on stage, instead if talking about my performance," Aurora explained.

"Well, babe, it wasn't your best performance," Philip said, pointing at Aurora's crutches. "We were just trying to be positive. We didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Aurora shifted her weight. "Philip, I'm a big girl. I can handle the truth."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, sweetie."

"So, you're not mad at me?" Philip asked.

"No. I was never mad at you."

Philip smiled at her. "Good. Well, I have a student council meeting. I'll call you later."

Philip gave Aurora a quick kiss and walked away. Aurora continued on to the choir room. Mrs. Rabbit was sitting on the piano bench flipping through some papers. She looked up when she saw Aurora come in.

"Hi, Aurora. How are you doing?" Mrs. Rabbit asked.

Aurora sat down and leaned her crutches against the chair next to her. "Not too bad."

Mrs. Rabbit stood up and walked around to the front of the piano. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to you about Grease," Aurora said.

Mrs. Rabbit leaned back against the piano. "What about it?"

"Did you cast me as Sandy because of how I look?" Aurora asked.

"No. I cast you because you had the best audition."

"Are you sure?"

Mrs. Rabbit laughed. "Yes, I'm sure. Why do you ask?"

"I talked to Wendy and Andrina after the show and they told me that I got the part because I had the right look," Aurora said. "And everyone just kept telling me how good I looked."

"Aurora, I'm gonna be honest with you. This wasn't your best performance. You had all your lines and songs down perfectly. But, whenever you moved around the stage you bumped into someone, or stepped on them or knocked them over. That kind of canceled everything else out," Mrs. Rabbit said. "You're hands down the best actress at AHS right now. I'm sure everyone just complimented your looks as way to stay positive and not discourage you."

"But, why didn't they focus on my singing, or something, instead of how I looked?" Aurora asked.

"I don't know," Mrs. Rabbit said. "Why is this bothering you so much?"

"I want to be taken seriously as an actress."

"This is just high school, Aurora. It's completely different out in the real world."

Aurora nodded. "Thanks, Mrs. Rabbit."

Aurora got up and made her way out of the choir room. She now felt kind of silly for overreacting.

XXX

Flynn leaned over and kissed Rapunzel's neck.

Rapunzel giggled. "Stop it! We have to study."

"The test isn't 'till Friday," Flynn said before nibbling on her ear.

Rapunzel sighed and didn't protest again. Flynn pushed slightly against Rapunzel and she lied down. There wasn't a lot of room on the couch, so Flynn lied down on top her. Flynn's mouth moved back to her neck as she ran her hands through his hair. He slid his hand under her shirt and pressed his body against hers. Rapunzel sighed and arched her back.

"Do you want me to stop?" Flynn whispered.

"No."

Rapunzel was surprised at how fast she and Flynn were moving, but she didn't mind. She really liked Flynn.

Flynn continued to kiss and bite Rapunzel's neck and she held him close to her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, but it felt so good.

"Flynn, I want to lose my virginity to you."

Flynn propped himself up so he was hovering above her. "Are you sure?"

Rapunzel nodded. "Yes. But, I still want it to be special."

Flynn kissed her forehead. "Of course."

Rapunzel pulled Flynn's face back down to hers and kissed him. She hadn't told Flynn yet that she loved him, but she did. Flynn Rider had her heart, and she wanted to give him her body. She wanted him to have all of her.

Flynn sat up. "Rapunzel, I want to wait a little bit to make sure this is really what you want."

"It is," Rapunzel said. "Do you want to?"

"Yes."

Rapunzel smiled at him, but before she could say anything there was a knock on the door. She got up and answered it.

"Thomas, hi! What are you doing here?"

"John is getting on my nerves and I needed to get out of the house for a little bit. Are you busy?"

"Kinda. Flynn is here," Rapunzel said.

"I actually have to get going," Flynn said, gathering up his stuff. He kissed Rapunzel and left.

"C'mon in," Rapunzel said to Thomas. "You want some ice cream?"

Thomas nodded and they went into the kitchen. Rapunzel got a couple bowls out of the cabinet and Thomas sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"How is John doing?" Rapunzel asked getting the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. "Has he talked to Pocahontas yet?"

"No. He refuses to."

Rapunzel started scooping the ice cream into the bowls. "His stubbornness is annoying."

Thomas laughed. "Yeah, it is. But, that's just how John is."

Rapunzel put the ice cream back in the freezer, then took a king-sized Kit-Kat bar out of the fridge. She broke the Kit-Kat into pieces over the ice cream and slid a bowl over to Thomas.

"How was your date with Meg?" Rapunzel asked.

"Good. I had fun," Thomas replied. "Did you know she plays guitar?"

Rapunzel shook her head. "I don't really know anything about her."

"Maybe you two could play together sometime. Her on the guitar and you on the keyboard," Thomas suggested.

"I don't really play that much anymore," Rapunzel said.

"You should. I think you should forget about cheerleading and focus more on your music," Thomas said.

Rapunzel rolled her eyes. She and Thomas have had this conversation several times. "I like cheerleading, Thomas."

"I know. I'm just throwing that out there."

"It's been noted."

There was a moment of silence before Thomas said, "But, Meg was great. I really like her."

"Did you kiss her?" Rapunzel asked.

"She kissed me."

"Aw. She must like you, too."

Thomas smiled. "Yeah, I think she does."

"Are you going out again?"

Thomas looked down at his ice cream. "I don't know. I haven't asked her yet."

"What are you waiting for?" Rapunzel asked.

"I don't know. The right time?"

"Well, don't wait too long. Hercules has been trying to move in on her," Rapunzel said.

"I know. But, she won't go back to him. At least, that's what she told him," Thomas said.

"Just be careful, Thomas. They have a history together. It would be so easy for her to get swept right back into those feelings again."

"That won't happen."

"I hope you're right, Thomas. I don't want you to get hurt."

Thomas finished his ice cream and put his bowl in the sink. "I'll be fine. But, I'm gonna get going."

Rapunzel walked Thomas to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Thomas nodded. "By the way, Rapunzel, you have a hickey."

Rapunzel blushed and pulled her hair down over her neck.