I'm just going to start out on Reviews of reviews first because excuse is at the bottom.

FloraIrmaTylee: Yeah…I forget about that one :(… I guess it's because they keep missing each other when they call.

WolfieRed23: *Cough, Cough* it was NOT supposed to be that way, but it ended up without a Jackunzel moment, but you get your wish THIS time 'round.

And.. that's about it because there weren't that many… I hope you liked the whole Toothless thing (I forgot to ask). Well Here yah go my homies! Word to the Chapter 8!

Chapter 8

Rapunzel

Finally, Monday rolled by and normally, I wake up groaning, dreading the day at school, but this morning I rolled out of bed and popped right up. The sketches that I had done over the weekend would that I hope will be perfect for the mural.

"Mother, I'm heading to school early," I said at breakfast, Mother mumbled something and drank her coffee. I twiddled my thumbs, hoping she would ask why. Still no response.

I feel crestfallen as she grabs her computer bag and heads out the door with a small, "Good bye," through her half-eaten bagel. Doubts begin to run through my mind. What if she really isn't my mother? Maybe I am going to conclusions. I do a mental relapse, but how do I ask her? You cannot just say, 'Hey Mother? Are you really my mother and can you please pass the salt?' That's messed up. I shake my head and grab my things, heading to my truck. The drive was quick and I was at school in almost record time.

I head to Art Room 2 just to be sure our supplies were there. Mr. Deane was already there, swirling paint in a pickle jar.

"Oh Mr. Deane!" I drop my sketchbook onto a shelf. "I didn't know you would already be here." Mr. Deane smiles and sets the jar of paint and the splattered brush onto a table.

He takes off his apron, "Ah! Rapunzel, my favorite student, I heard you were signed up for the mural." His gingery hair and beard sprinkled with paint splatters and tiny pieces of charcoal.

I smile at my favorite teacher, "All right here in my sketchbook, though they don't feel very good." I hand the artist my doodled on sketchbook and he flips through it eagerly.

I let him leaf through the book while I check all the paints I will need. Purple, orange, tan, green, blue, red… where's the pink? I search for the color while Mr. Deane shouts with glee.

"This is the best work you've doe so far!" He exclaims. "What motivated you?" Mr. Deane always asks us this when we have a sensational piece.

I shrug, "Their just after school activity sketches." His excitement makes me think of the way a puppy looks when hearing the word 'Walk'.

The artist shakes his head and turns the sketchbook to me, causing the manifestation of a drawing I made out of whimsicalness. A picture of Jack with his eyes twinkling as he peers over my windowsill at me.

"This is what I'm talking about," Mr. Deane pulls the sketchpad back. His inquisitive eyes meet mine. "So what motivated you?"

I stare in shock, searching my dumbfounded brain for an answer, "I… uh…" Think idiot, a voice in my head roars at me.

After a minute of dumbfoundment, I am saved by the bell, literally.

"Sorry, Mr. Deane, but I have to get to first period," I pull my bag to my shoulder and I reach for the sketchbook.

Mr. Deane pulls it back, "I'll hang onto this until you come to do the mural." He quirks a brow. "I want to figure out the spirit of it."

I sigh, once you give him something, he will not give it back until later. I walk along the halls, trying to get to the 300 hall, when a hand catches my elbow and I am yanked back.

"Aah!" I scream as I fall back. I thud against a hard chest and we both fall backward. I hit the ground with a gasp and I hear a groan behind me. I stay on this mysterious person's chest a second too long in shock.

"Ooh! Punzie and mystery boy getting it on in the hallway!" I look up and there is Ruffnut above me.

Toothiana flits into my vision above me, "Oh! Rapunzel I'm so sorry!" She looks very different from what I remember. Toothiana now has hair colored yellow, green, and blue and her glasses have been replaced by contacts. She is wearing a green iridescent shirt with a hummingbird on it. "You too, new guy." I remember the person underneath me and I jerk up and away from him.

His black hair is slicked back into spikes and he has silver eyes. A black jacket hangs from is tall frame along with black combat boots, a black skull shirt and black pants. His skin is a pigment of gray and tan.

The mysterious boy holds out a hand to where I sit on the floor, "Pitch Black." I notice he wears a black leather-batting glove over his right hand.

"Rapunzel…" I am torn between saying Rapunzel Gothel and Rapunzel Solar. "…Gothel." I shake his hand and it feels cold and clammy under the glove. "S-sorry about that."

Pitch nods and rubs his slicked hair. I grip my shoulder strap and stand up. Awkward, runs through my head. He stands up and begins to walk away.

I panic, was I too mean or too weird?

"I hope you feel welcomed at this school." I shout.

"Whatever," He shouts back and disappears into the crowd. Toothiana looks at me.

Her eyes are alarmed, "That was weird." I nod.

Tooth shrugs and begins to babble about the mural while we make our way through the crowd. The babbling girl pulls her tri-colored hair into a bun and her purple eyes seem to blink faster than the speed of light.

"While Fishlegs and I were skyping, he showed me the tornado design and it is AMAzing…" She keeps going until we get to our classes and we part ways. "Just remember," She calls after me. "1st lunch is when we meet!" I nod in return and we split up. Her to Mrs. Beverley and me to Mrs. Collins.

Jack

Before the third period bell can ring, E. Aster Bunnymund corners me in the hall. His dyed gray and black hair in a bowl cut today.

"'Ey mate!" Aster calls. "Yer gal thay, wots 'er name? Punzel?"

"Rapunzel," I inject.

He points, "Righ'. She got pulled to the ground by a new gouy."

I turn around in shock, "What?" I cry defensiveness clear in my voice. "Who is this guy and I'll deal with him."

Aster holds out a hand, "Calm down jus' a lil bi'."

I close my eyes and breath in and out, Aster keeps talking, "So she wos walking along the hall when outta nowhere, she gets pulled back and they both foll down."

I breathe hard and open my eyes, "What's this guy's name?"

"Oi Ah don' think thets a good idea," Aster backs up a bit. "But et's Pitch Black."

I dig my fingers into my palms, Rapunzel seems to be avoiding me lately because she didn't answer my text or my call and she didn't try to talk to me over the weekend. I was still mad at us missing each other but this is what's making me explode.

I turn to walk away but Aster grips my arm, "Ey man, yah shoulden't do thes. Yeh could get en serious trouble with the teachehs." I sigh and stop.

"Sorry I've just been really stressed lately," I smirk and look at Aster. "Bunny."

"Ey I told yah not teh call me tha'!" He yells. "Yah back sided ding-dong."

I smirk and walk away, "See you later bunny."

"Dingo!"

Through my next period, I work in a blur of anger. What is that guy's problem, pulling down Rapunzel, I think in anger. While first lunch went I on, I has English 2 and Mrs. Warren sent me on an errand to the Workshop.

I happen to be going past the commons when I hear an array of laughter and voices.

"Hey Sandy! Can you pass me that paint?" I hear a breathless bright voice say. "Thanks!"

Then I hear Fishlegs, a blonde haired smart kid from my trigonometry class, "Hey guys? What color are tornadoes?" There is a pause. "Shut your hands Sandy, not all of us are in weather science." I turn the corner and I see Mavis Dracula, Fishlegs, Sandy Manner, Toothiana, and Rapunzel. Sandy is making sign language symbols with his hands.

He wiggles his fingers in an open hand aginst his lips then makes various fists, signs, and movements.

Mavis looks confused, "I don't know Sandy, maybe you can after school, but you could get in trouble for taking paint out of the art room." Rapunzel laughs at a joke Tooth says. Fishlegs paints along the base of and "A". I stop suddenly but Rapunzel sees me.

"Hey Jack," The blonde turns all the way so that I am able to see her white paint splattered shirt. "What are you doing down here?"

I hold up and envelope of papers, "Errand." I say simply.

Rapunzel nods, messy bun bobbing, "What do you think so far?" She waves her hand at the wall, filled with basketballs, ballet slippers, paintbrushes, instruments. Seriously anything. I smile at the wall, seeing her whimsical flare in it.

I smile warmly, "Amazing." She smiles excitedly.

I wave the envelope, "Well I better get going." I turn to leave when a small force is rammed into me. I look down and see the blonde girls head against my chest, arms circled for a hug.

"Thanks!" Rapunzel giggles. "By the way I need to talk to you after school." The blonde whispers. She moves away with a bright red face, twirling her fingers and looking at the ground.

I nod in shock and walk away. It finally hits me on the way back from the Workshop, That girl has more guts than you do. I wave the thought away but it sticks with me all day.

Rapunzel

When I made it to Mr. Deane's room during first lunch, Tooth and Sandy were already there. Toothiana had her tricolored hair up in a high ponytail and an old shirt. Sandy had a pair of gloves on so that he would not get any of the fast drying background color on himself. I smile and drop my bag on a table.

"Hey Rapunzel!" Tooth exclaims. Sandy motions with his hands with what I'm guessing means hello.

I pull on a white, paint splattered old paint shirt and roll up the sleeves. After that I pull my hair into a bun. Mavis makes an entrance by jumping through the window.

She lands on the table with an, "oof!"

"Mavis?" I stare incredulously at her.

She bears her canines in a smile and readjusts her black beanie over her black hair, "Sorry we got locked outside for gym and I knew that Mr. Deane always leaves his windows open." She pulls off her black jacket.

I smile and roll my eyes, "You could have called us."

"Oh well," Mavis shrugs. Mr. Deane races in with my patterned sketchbook in his hand.

"Morning guys," He looks at me. "Are you ready to tell me your motivation?" My cheeks turn red and I glance at everyone else. Please not in front of them, I beg silently. Mr. Deane seems to understand, "Hey can you guys go out into the hall for a second?"

Everybody files out to the hall. Sandy signs to Mavis and she makes a face.

"Sorry, I don't know ASL."

Mr. Deane sits on a desk and looks intently at me, "Well?"

I breath in, "Do you want the long story or the short and sweet story?"

"The latter please."

"Well I like this guy who goes here, I'm not sure he ls me back and while I was daydreaming about him, I made that," I point to the sketchbook. "Please don't tell him though!" I exclaim. I look down at the drawing where Jacks sketched face peers at me.

"You still haven't told me your motivation," Mr. Deane looks up.

I wince, "Sorry I was stalling." I wrack my brain. "Whimsicalness…, amazing lucidness, and… maybe even…" I bit my lip. "…Love?"

Mr. Deane sighs, "Are you sure? Your really young to know about love." I look confused, realizing that I'm having this conversation with a teacher when I can't even admit to my friend. Mr. Deane shrugs, "But what do I know?"

Mr. Deane calls everyone in and Tooth and Fishlegs come in laughing about something Sandy is signing to them.

"Whoa, Sandy, how is that even possible?" Tooth laughs harder and Sandy shrugs. We work quickly then, pulling out supplies and making our way to the commons where we sketch out our work. The words end up being "Burgess Cougars".

"You know, since there's a tornado and a cougar being sucked into it, the slogan should be 'Burgess Cougars Can Suck Wild Cats!'" Fishlegs jokes. Everybody laughs. When Jack shows up, I surprise even myself by hugging him. The I told him that I need to talk to him, which is true. I feel like only he would understand my dilemma.

When Jack walks away, everybody stares at me.

"Ooh Rapunzel has a cru-ush!" Tooth holds her face.

Mavis clicks her tongue, "What a stud muffin."

Fishlegs points to where Jack disappeared, "How long has that been going on?"

Sandy signs and Tooth speaks for him, "Ooh… Girl… You… Been… Flirting."

I giggle at that and Sandy wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh harder. We finish the mural, and I have to say, it looks great.

Mr. Deane makes an appearance and praises us on our work. Since school was pretty much over, I walked to the front door to wait for Jack. It was not long after the bell that I see him. He is carrying a binder and talking to his friend Hiccup. When his cerulean blue eyes meet mine, I nearly turn into a puddle of butterflies.

"Hey," Jack says.

"Hi" I say, "I really need to talk to you."

He waves Hiccup on and looks at me, "I'll follow behind your car."

Jack follows back to my house and follows me in. I sit on the couch and he sits opposite of me. He raises an eyebrow as if saying, So, what is this matter of importance?

I breathe in and speak, "I searched for any indications that Mother is my mother." I close my eyes and tears threaten but I push them back. "I was stolen from the Corona Hospital."

Jack makes a noise and moves onto the same chair as me. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms and around my torso, but I let him do it.

Jack speaks into my hair, "What are their names?"

"Michael and Caroline Solar," I say silently. I lean my head onto Jack's chest and we stay in that position for a few moments, lapsed in silence. The boy that holds me is keeping something back, I can tell. The way that he seems distracted, Jack is never like that.

Jack shatters the sweet silence, "So what are you going to do? How will you confront your mother?"

I shrug and wrap my arms around Jack, my skin tingling where it meets his. We sit in silence again for a longer time. An hour? Two? There is no way to tell. However, it all gets broken apart.

"Rapunzel?" Mother calls. She spots us together on the couch and stares. Jack and I jump apart, my face red. She stares daggers at Jack. "Get. Out."

"Mother! It isn't like that!" I stand up and defend Jack while he stands beside me, unsure what to do.

"Get out of my house and stay away from my daughter!" Mother screams. She grabs a frying pan and makes a move to Jack who's still in shock.

I jump in front of him, "Stop! I asked him to-"

"Stay away! Get out!"

Mother somehow makes her way past me in my attempt to protect Jack and smacks him over the head.

"Ow!" He rubs his head and dashes around Mother and out of the house; all while being chased by Mother.

"Stay out and don't come anywhere near my daughter!" She screeches at the retreating Jack. She turns and starts staring daggers at me. Oh shit, I think as she marches to me, frying pan in hand. Here comes the crap.

Whoa, my hand hurts. Sorry it was late guys, I got sick on Sunday during Church and had to miss Sunday School and regular school on Monday. So I was too sick to drag my ass down here and type a few things. Also if you read my Our Little Secret fanfic, I'm taking a break on that until after Thanksgiving break. I'm all dried out on that. So I be back by Thursdayish? Well Bie!