For this chapter...well... I couldn't help it. I really do Like Tangled. :D Also, you're going to find that I really like Disney stories. So, you may occasionally find yourself reading about Beautiful tell the Lost Boys some Disney stories.

Also, if you've ever had a Shamrock Shake from McDonalds...you're awesome. I LOVE Shamrock shakes! XD

I don't own Tangled, all rights go to Disney. I don't own Once Upon a Time.

Warnings: Maybe some swearing? I can't remember...

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 6- Rapunzel's Story

It was dark by now and the Lost Boys, along with me, had gathered around the fire, sitting on logs. We had cooked the wild pig they set on me this morning over the fire.

I'm glad to say that the stupid, fat pig tasted good.

I secretly laughed to myself watching it's body being turned over the flames, licking it's skin and charring it black. The blood from the thing sizzled and the fat on it popped. The meat was cooked and juicy...

"Serves it right for trying to kill me." I mused, remembering the first bite I had from the juicy pig.

"Hey Beautiful!" Cry Baby called, throwing something at me. I caught it and brought it close enough to the fire to see what it was. Yet I still furrowed my eyebrows.

"What is it?" I asked. The Lost Boys laughed.

"It's a mushroom!" Cry Baby called back. "Haven't you ever seen a cooked mushroom before?"

I gulped, sniffing it. "No...and I have a feeling that it's probably poisonous." I held it away from my nose after the potent smell finally hit me.

"I guess we'll find out then, won't we?" Peter chuckled, running his hand down my arm. I looked over to him, seeing him raise his eyebrows. "Or are you too afraid?" He asked.

His hand was about to leave my bare skin again. Instead, right before his touch left mine, I took a strong grip on his forearm and pulled him closer to me. He lurched forward, but didn't fall. He looked a little...surprised.

"Oh no Peter," I raised the mushroom to my mouth. "I think the only one who's afraid is the one who's making the taunts." I tore a big chunk from the mushroom and chewed it up in my mouth, swallowing. Peter narrowed his eyes, as if daring me to go on. Which I did. "And the one who's making the taunts is you, Peter." I spat his name out of my mouth, as though it were some sort of swear word.

I would never have done something like this. I'd never have taken a bite out of a mushroom, one that could be poisonous. I would never reach out and pull Peter towards me in such a manner; I was too afraid of him.

I found that the only reason why I was doing things like this was because of Peter. Peter was the one changing me, making me want to...defy him. Making me do stupid and dangerous yet thrilling things.

And I liked that.

Peter tore his arm from my grip, angered with me. He scowled, his stare burning into my head. Yet I scowled right back at him, defying him.

The Lost Boys didn't make a single sound during this whole exchange. And I'm sure they were watching in awe, shocked that I would treat Peter like that. After all, Peter was their leader. They respected him.

I would have continued our staring match but my stomach gave a great lurch. And I felt that mushroom crawling up my throat.

My hand flew to my lips as the vile taste entered into my mouth. Peter's face turned from angry to amusement. I turned my full body away from him, leaning over and vomiting the mushroom behind the log I was sitting on.

The Lost Boys gave their sympathies by 'eww-ing', groaning, gasping, or laughing.

"Oh my god, I'm going to die." I gurgled out, spitting the rest of the mushroom onto the ground. I held my stomach, feeling as though my insides wanted to be on my outside. "Oh god, not done yet!" What little meat I had managed to eat before hand started coming back up.

That poor pig...

He deserved it.

"Someone get her some water." Peter ordered, chuckling a bit. He sat next to me on the log, rubbing his hand up and down my back in comfort.

Well...this was certainly embarrassing...and weird.

"Here." Cry Baby held out half of a coconut filled with water. I took it, swishing the water around in my mouth. I spit, the water helping to get rid of the taste. Peter's hand was still on my back as I turned around to sit back on the log, holding my stomach.

"I should have never done that..." I trailed off, my face the epitome of pain. Peter chuckled, pulling me closer.

"You're ok." He rubbed my side and my shoulder. I leaned against his side, feeling sick and weak. I didn't care who he was or what he had done to me. I was going to use him as my personal pillow for now. "Why don't we tell some stories, Boys?" Peter turned towards the fire, an amused smile on his face.

Rufio was the first to stand up. "I've got one!" He brushed his shoulder off and cleared his throat. "There once was a mouse and a princess." He began. The boys groaned. Rufio looked put off. "What!?" He asked, offended. "Have you guys got any other stories?" He defended himself.

Another boy, Dog, I believe his name was, crossed his arms. "We've heard the story! It was fun the first few times...now it's boring."

"Well, I've run out of stories. I don't have any more." Rufio grumbled, sitting back on the log.

"What about the story with the girl and the long hair?" Cut asked, taking a bite out of his roasted pig.

At this, I spoke up. "You mean Rapunzel?"

"What? Rapoozal? I've never heard of such a thing." Rufio stated, his head raised.

It was a story that I remembered...from where, I don't know. I just knew it.

"No, Rapunzel. It's about a girl who was locked away in a tower by an old hag. She had really long hair that she would cast out her window when the old hag wanted to get up there. It was like a rope."

All the Lost Boys looked at me as though they didn't know what I was talking about. "Well, what was your version of the girl with long hair?" I asked, looking to Cry Baby.

Cut was the one who answer. "There was a girl who ran around in the forest with hair down to her feet. She never washed her hair and bugs lived inside of it. One day she got it caught on a stump and it pulled her entire head off." He explained. I looked at him with horror.

"That is NOT what happened!" I stood up now, my stomach protesting a bit. "There was a single drop of sunlight that fell from the heavens, through the clouds. It landed on the ground and in it's place, a beautiful golden flower grew. It had magical powers that granted people youth when they sang a special song."

"What does this have to do with a Rapoozal?" Rufio asked. I sighed and sat back down next to Peter.

"I was getting there!" I cleared my throat. "The old hag, whose name was 'Mother Gothel' found the flower. She kept the flower to herself, singing to it for hundred of years to keep herself young."

The Boys leaned forward, intent on listening to my story. "Eventually, a kingdom started to grow. And there was a King and his Queen. Sadly, the Queen got very sick. And she was about to have a baby. There was nothing that they could do to cure her illness, there was barely any hope left. And that's usually when people start to look for a miracle."

Cry Baby leaned in closer to me now, taking hold of my shirt. I smiled at him.

"Of course, they set out to search for the golden flower. And they found it, thanks to Mother Gothel who had forgotten to properly hide the flower. So they took the flower back to the palace and mixed it with water, like a tea. They gave the tea to the Queen and her illness was cured. Hours later, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl, the Princess; Rapunzel." I bit my lip, smiling. "Though the thing about the Princess was...both the King and the Queen had beautiful brown hair. The Princess had long golden hair...much like how the flower looked."

The boys glanced around at each other, adventure and excitement running through their veins at the story. "What happened then?" Cry Baby asked.

"To celebrate the birth of their beautiful princess, the King and Queen lit a single lantern and cast it into the sky, where it rose thousands of feet into the air. For that moment, everything was perfect. Everyone was happy and content." I frowned. "And then that moment ended."

"What?!" Rufio called out, standing up. "Don't just stop there! Keep going!"

"Yeah!" Dog called out as well.

I chuckled. "Alright, alright. Sit down. I'll finish the whole story, just let me get through the beginning first!" They both sat down, smiles on their faces.

"During the night, Mother Gothel came into the princess's room. She started to sing the special song for the flower and Rapunzel's hair started to glow with a golden light. The moment Mother Gothel's hand touched the strand of hair from Rapunzel, the hand turned to that of a young woman, no longer wrinkled and old. So Mother Gothel figured, 'I'll just cut a piece of hair from her and I'll sing to it whenever I need to be young again.' So she cut it...but the cut hair turned brown. Not only that, but the rest of the curl still attached to Rapunzel's head turned brown as well."

I was amazed at how the boys gasped as the story progressed on. Peter was the only one who did not have the same reaction, though he seemed to be entranced in my story.

"Without the magic of the golden flower, now imbued within Rapunzel, Mother Gothel would surely turn old and die. So she did the only thing she could; she stole Rapunzel right out of the crib."

Surprisingly, the Boys got angry at this. They stood to their feet, shaking their heads and yelling.

"She can't do that!"

"It's not fair!"

"Stupid old hag!"

"Calm down! Calm down!" I hushed them, waving my hand in the air. I was surprised; these were all older boys, at least 15 or 16! They were acting like...children.

"Mother Gothel kept the child locked away in a tower, deep with in the forest. She raised her as her own and even taught Rapunzel to sing the special song, which would allow her hair to glow and give Mother Gothel youth. Rapunzel was stuck in that tower for 18 years, where she kept herself busy by painting, reading books over and over again, cooking, cleaning, playing hide and seek with a little chameleon named Pascal and even singing to herself. Yet no mater what she did...she always found herself bored out of her mind."

"She should have stayed with us! We'd have kept her busy!" Another boy, Little Howl, boomed through the air. Other boys cheered in response.

I chuckled, turning to Peter. "I didn't know they loved stories this much..." I murmured. Peter smirked.

"More than you think."

I turned back to the boys, ready to tell the rest of the story.

"Now, while Rapunzel was stuck in the tower, a man who went by the name of Flynn Rider had made his way into the castle with two other people. The three of them where thieves! They snook into the castle, past the guards and stole the lost Princess's crown right from under their noses. And they high tailed it out of there, right into the forest. The guards caught sight and ran after them on horses. Flynn Rider and the two other's were chased into a small pit, where they had to climb onto each other's shoulders to get out of. Flynn was the first to go. However, when the other two waited for him to pull them up...Flynn held up the satchel with the Princess's crown inside and laughed in their face. He stole the crown from them and ran, leaving them for the guards."

They all laughed, slapped their knees or did various other things to show how much they liked the clever Flynn Rider. I was amazed...it was just a story. How was it that they loved it so much?

"Flynn didn't get very far before he ended up running into one of the guards horses. The horse's name was Maximus, and boy was he a strange horse. He acted more like a human than a horse and tried to get the satchel back from Flynn. He chased Flynn to a cliff, where the satchel was flung into the air! They both jumped off in an attempt to rescue the crown. Thankfully, they lost each other on the way down, Flynn found the satchel and made his way deep into the forest. He pulled away some vines hiding the entrance to a cave. But instead of a cave...he found the tower which held Rapunzel."

"Rapunzel chuckled, looking into the fire. 'Ah, forever, I guess?' She then continued on to explain to him that Mother Gothel hid her from the world because when she was a baby, people tried to cut her hair. It turns brown and loses it's power once it's cut. 'A gift like that; it has to be protected.'"

"'You never left that tower?' Flynn asked, sympathetic for Rapunzel."

"Wait...so Gothel lied to Rapunzel!?" Cry Baby asked, astonished. I nodded.

"When you're power hungry, you're willing to do anything to keep that power. Even if it means lying to the thing that you love most." I explained. Peter shifted a bit, making me look over to him. His eyes seemed distant as they stared into mine...almost as though...they were filled with disdain. For himself.

I never knew how true my words would be someday...

"'So, Eugene Fitzherbert, huh?' Rapunzel asked, changing the subject. Eugene chuckled, remembering his past. 'Yeah, uh...I'll save you the sob story of poor orphan Eugene Fitzherbert, it's a little bit of a...a downer.' Yet Rapunzel moved closer, waiting for him to continue."

"Whoa whoa...so Flynn Rider is actually Eugene Fitzherbert, and he's an...orphan?" Rufio couldn't wrap his head around this. I nodded.

"Yep, no mother, no father...kind of just like all of you guys. Though, you aren't thieves...are you?" I cocked an eyebrow, looking at each and everyone of them before I continued.

"'There was this book, a book that I used to read every night to all of the younger kids. 'The Tales of Flynnigan Rider.' Swashbuckling rogue, richest man alive...'" I leaned into Cry Baby. "'Not bad with the ladies either...not that he'd ever brag about it, of course...'"I trailed off. Cry Baby and the Lost Boys laughed loudly, shaking their head.

"'Hmm...was he a thief too?'" Rapunzel asked. Eugene paused, his face falling. 'Uh, well no...actually, he had enough money to do anything he wanted to do. He could go anywhere he wanted to go. And...for a kid with...nothing...I don't know. It just seemed like the better option.' He explained."

I looked up to see all the boys silent, some sort of depressed emotion on their faces. I never realized...Eugene Fitzherbert was a lot more like them than I realized. From the looks on their faces, I knew that they could relate to him.

Though I started the story back up again, intent on making them smile and laugh once more.

"Then next thing to happen..."

What do you think? Interesting, huh?

Ahaha, I assumed that you didn't want to sit here and read the WHOLE story of Tangled retold by Beautiful. ;) I just added the key points...and for the next chapter...(Foreshadowing)

Seems like Tangled is really relate-able to some of the Lost Boys, as well as Peter.

Strange how Peter kind of...cared for her, right?

Leave a review of some other stories that you would want Beautiful to tell to the Lost Boys. :)

KagomeNarome OUT!~