Don't you DARE ever F*cking fall in love. Especially with an asshole. They will literally change you to a person that you never were before. They will make you lose interest of the things that you once loved to do...like writing stories...just...Don't fall in love. There's too much to loose.

Also, I don't own Tangled. All rights go to Disney. I also don't own Once Upon A Time.

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So for my warnings: Swearing, major swearing. A certain scene that is intense in nature.

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 7- Foreshadowing

I remembered at one point, while I was sleeping, that I had dreamed of myself with long golden hair, a frying pain in one hand and someone else's hand in my other. I ran all over Neverland, following the floating lanterns in the sky, trying to get to the kingdom with other people in toe. Occasionally I would sing and my hair would grow bright, lighting the way for us.

When I woke up, memories of telling the story of Rapunzel and Flynn Rider entered my mind. I smiled, happy that in the end the boys had enjoyed the story...more so than I could imagine.

The climax of the story ran through my head, replaying over and over again. I couldn't get the shocked faces of the boys to go away.

"He climbed to the very top of the tower, using Rapunzel's hair. When he climbed through the open window he found Rapunzel alright...she was all tied up with a gag over her mouth. 'Rapunzel!' He shouted out, about to start over to her. She tried to warn him of the danger being here, but the gag did not allow her to do so. And that's when Mother Gothel came up from behind Eugene...and stabbed him."

Screams echoed through the camp site. The boys were furious! They stood up, kicking rocks, throwing weapons and shout to the night sky.

"She can't do that!"

"It's not fair!"

"That can't be the end! I refuse to believe that!"

"NOOOOOO!"

"Hey! HEY!" I screamed. It didn't work, they were too crazy. I closed my eyes, anger washing over me for a second. I brought my hand to my mouth and whistled. The sound echoed into the forest, so loud it almost sounded like a scream.

"HEY!" I screeched afterward. They stopped turning to me. "I'm not done yet! I haven't even gotten to the good part! Now, if you'll kindly sit your asses down, I'll tell you the rest of the story!"

They did as told, Peter chuckling darkly next to me while I sighed. "How do you deal with them?" I murmured, shaking my head.

"Mother Gothel tried to get Rapunzel to go with her, though Rapunzel kicked and screamed as much as she could. She wasn't going to go, not when Flynn was dying. 'Rapunzel, really! Enough already! Stop fighting me!' Mother Gothel screeched, trying to pull her. Rapunzel tore away from her. 'NO!' She screamed falling to the ground. 'I won't stop! For every minute for the rest of my life, I will FIGHT! I will never stop trying to get away from you!'"

Everyone was silent as my voice rang out through the night air. "'But...if you let me save him, I'll go with you.' She huffed, nodding her head. Eugene rolled over, groaning. 'No, Rapunzel...' She ignored him. 'I'll never run, I'll never try to escape.' Mother Gothel stared at her with a hard gaze. Rapunzel pleaded with her. "Just...let me...heal him.' She begged with all her heart."

"What happened? What happened?!" Dog asked, coming jumping up and sitting in front of me. Multiple other boys got up and took their seat in front of me as well.

"Mother Gothel, believing that things would go much smoother, allowed Rapunzel to heal him, but first tied him up. The moment Mother Gothel let Rapunzel go, she ran to Eugene's side, frantic. She took hold of him, but being careful of the stab wound. She got her hair ready to heal him but he stopped her. 'I can't let you do this.' He said. She stared at him, her eyes blurring with tears. 'And I can't let you die.' She reasoned with him. Yet he still refused. He believed that if she stopped fighting Mother Gothel...she would never be free. He loved her enough to let himself die so that she would keep fighting, for him."

I sighed, gazing at their faces.

"Yet Rapunzel placed her hair upon his wound. Eugene brought his hand up to her face in a soft caress. 'Rapunzel...wait.' He pleaded. She smiled at him, as his hand ran past her cheek and through her hair, as though he was going to lead her head down to kiss him. However, he took a firm grip on her hair, just above her shoulders. With his other hand, he gripped a piece of the broken glass from the mirror, leaned up...and cut Rapunzel's beautiful, long, golden hair."

"WHAT!?" Rufio shouted out, his eyes bulging.

"No! What about her hair!?" Dog called out.

"But...but..." Cry Baby looked as though he were about to cry.

I continued on, raising my voice over theirs. "Rapunzel's long hair, which had once been golden, started to turn brown. The rest of the hair attached to her head turned a beautiful brown...now short. She was astonished at what Eugene had done for her...with out her hair to heal him, Eugene would die."

"NO!" The boys shouted out, simultaneously.

"Exactly what Mother Gothel said! She freaked out, grabbing at the hair as though it were her life line. Yet the golden hair continued to turn brown, losing it's power. She spun around, panicking. As she did so, Mother Gothel's own hair turned to white. Her skin turned wrinkled and spotted with age. Without the living power of the flower, her youth was fading away. She pulled her cloak up to hide her hideous face and when she wasn't looking...she tripped and fell...right out the window of the tower."

Cheers of happiness and glee rang out into the forest. Boys got up dancing around the fire. Other's shouted like Indians. It was much like when I had shot my first arrow.

"However!" I called over the noise, bringing back their attention. "Eugene was still there, with Rapunzel. And he was dying."

They calmed down again, sitting in front of me.

"Rapunzel held Eugene in her arms, shocked. She didn't want him to die. She took hold his hand, placing it upon her head. She desperately tried to sing the special song of the flower, to save him. Yet Eugene knew it was all for not. He had prepared himself to die for Rapunzel's freedom. He loved her, after all. 'Rapunzel.' Eugene called. 'You were my new dream.' He murmured. And those would be his last words to her. Eugene died."

I had expected the boys to break down crying, to get angry, run away. Yet they all looked up at me, astonished. They couldn't believe that the man Rapunzel had fallen in love with had...died.

Finally, Cry Baby burst out crying, tears running down his face like a river. "Why!?" He screamed, running up to me. He threw his arms around me, hugging me close. "Why did he have to die? He loved her! Why couldn't he be with her?!"

As I looked closely, I could see that some of the other boys had tears in their eyes. Others were looking to the ground, disappointed. Peter was silent.

I smiled, hugging Cry Baby back. "Or did he die?" I asked. Cry Baby pulled away from me and all eyes held my gaze. "Maybe Eugene didn't die..." I smiled, pulling Cry Baby onto my lap.

"You see, as Rapunzel held Eugene in her arms, she replied with, 'And you were mine.' She held him, cradling him to her. Her eyes were blurred with tears. Out of sadness, she began to sing the special song of the flower."

I cleared my throat, looking at Cry Baby.

"Heal what has been hurt. Change the fate's design. Save what has been lost...bring back what once was mine. What once was mine." I sang, running a hand through Cry Baby's hair. I wiped away a tear that had streaked down his cheek. And I smiled.

"Rapunzel cried. And a single tear dropped onto Eugene's cheek. Yet something happened...the tear sank into his skin, leaving behind just a faint light of golden sunshine, which then burst into a tiny design of the flower upon his cheek before fading away...and appeared on his open wound. As Rapunzel pulled away from Eugene she saw the sunlight cascade from his wound in glorious rays of gold. It swirled around into the open air, designs forming and fading. The designs of the golden flower..."

"Eugene opened his eyes. 'Rapunzel?' He called. 'Eugene?!' Rapunzel whispered, she couldn't believe her eyes. 'Did I ever tell you that I have a thing for brunettes?" he asked. Rapunzel laughed and threw herself into his arms. And then kissed him. "

The Boys were silent, staring up at me with faces of awe. I smirked, finishing the story. "Rapunzel was brought to the King and Queen, finally reunited with her family. Eugene and Rapunzel ended up getting married...and lived happily ever after." I smiled brightly. "The end."

The boys jumped up and started screaming in joy. They danced, shouting and singing around the fire. Everything was hectic, yet beautifully chaotic.

I chuckled, shifting my position in the bed I had been sleeping in.

Something around my waist tightened.

I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering who was sleeping next to me.

I realized that once again I was laying in the bed, in the small wooden room settled on the thick branches of a tree. If it was the same room then...this was Peter's room...

I turned my head and found Peter in bed next to me.

My heart leapt in my chest before it started to beat frantically.

Peter was next to me on the bed with one hand wrapped around my waist...

What the hell?!

"Cherry! Cherry, thank God!" I cried into the cell phone, hysterical. "Cherry, I really need your help! Sam was just over...he...my parents weren't home and he was drunk and...oh God, Cherry. Sam-!"

"Oh, shut the hell up you bitch!" She shouted at the other line of the phone. I shook my in my hysterical state, yet my body felt icy cold at her words.

"Wha...what?" I asked, leaning against the hallways wall.

"You heard me! I don't want to listen to your stupid problems, slut!" She shouted again.

I slid down the white wall, crying even harder now. "Wha...what did I do? I don't understand..."

"Oh, you know full well what you did, slut! I mean, seriously? Luke...really?! My Boyfriend! God, Lexi, you're such a bitch! You got the style. You got the grades. You got the smarts. You got the talents. You got the perfect little life. You got your stupid fucking boyfriend who you STOLE from Stephanie. Couldn't I have my own happy life with Luke? No, let's cheat on Sam AND your best friend. Then never plan to tell her! And THEN let's make is seem like you don't know what Cherry's talking about!"

My eyes went wide, my body shaking. She...she found out. "Cherry, I'm sorry. I swear I was going to tell you...it was just a kiss! I swear! I didn't mean it, I thought it was Sam and-!

"I don't want to hear your lies. Go fuck yourself."

She hung up.

And I was alone.

I had just been raped by my drunk boyfriend and then abandoned by my best friend.

As silently and slowly as I could, so as to not wake Peter, I lifted his arm from around my waist and crawled out of the bed.

My breath came out uneven and harsh. My chest clenched up tightly, painfully, as though I were having a heart attack. I didn't know what to do.

"Shit...shit...this isn't good! You need to calm down, Lexi! Just...just ignore the memory for now. Pretend that it isn't a memory at all! Pretend it was a dream..." I shook my head, clearing away that thoughts. "Focus on something else...like why the hell am I back in his room, on his bed, sleeping next to him?! I don't understand!"

My breathing accelerated, my chest heaving up and down. I shook my head to calm myself, taking a deep breath.

"Alright, alright...let's think this through, Lexi. What happened after the story?"

Pictures of the boys danced through my head, literally. Then a picture of Peter chuckling next to me popped up. I must have been leaning on Peter as he chuckled, because I could distinctly remember feeling his chest resound with the chuckle.

"That's right, I dosed off watching the boys dance. And I dosed off right onto Peter..."

I looked back at the bed, seeing Peter sleeping with the ghost of a smile on his face.

"Peter must have brought me back here and chose to stay. It's his room after all." I reasoned with myself. I still frowned, confused. "Why would Peter bring me back here? I mean, he could have left me or waken me up. God, this is so confusing."

I paused, mulling over something. "Peter, in general, is confusing. Why am I over thinking this? Unless..."

Something behind me stirred, yet I was too occupied with my thoughts.

"No...it couldn't...I don't...I don't like Peter, do I? Or at least not LIKE like him." I rolled my eyes, yet I felt my face burning up. It just wasn't...possible. Or maybe it was possible, just not plausible.

"Thinking too hard again, love?" Peter pressed right up against my back, in my personal spaced again. He leaned on me, his cheek against my cheek. His intoxicating scent threw me out of my little world and into his.

"No..." I murmured. "Just wondering why I had been sleeping with you." I explained, being honest.

He chuckled, darkly. "Sleeping with me? Oh, we're not there yet love. Thought...I wouldn't mind." He teased. I rolled my eyes.

"You know what I mean." I scolded him.

"Of course I know, I just choose to say such things anyway. It's more...fun." He leaned on me more, enveloping me in his arms. I let him...why did I let him!?

"Everything is more fun to you, Peter." I reasoned, frowning.

"Yes...but some things are more fun than others. You, for example, are much more fun to be around." He chuckled again, trailing his hand up my side to my hair. He then continued to run his hand through my hair, making me close my eyes in pleasure.

God, I loved it when he did that.

But then I stiffened, remembering that feeling I had whenever something like this would happen. I reached up and took his hand from my hair and unwrapped his arm from my waist. "Keep your hands to yourself." I stated, furrowing my brow.

Peter sighed, looking away from me.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms. "It's not like you have to touch me, weirdo." I reasoned.

Peter glanced over at me. "No, but I want to."

My breath hitched and my heart sputtered.

"Did...did he just...?"

"What?" I asked, uncertain.

He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face. "You don't get it. Never mind." he stood up, about to leave. Out of confusion and adrenaline, I reached out and took Peter's hand. He stopped and looked down at me.

"Wait, if I don't get it then...explain it to me." I demanded, nodding my head. He cocked and eyebrow at me, turning to face me. "Please." I added, smiling. He inhaled, sitting down next to me again.

"Well...I don't know." His brow furrowed. "I guess, the easiest way to say it is..." He trailed off.

"...Is what?" I pressed, nudging him with my shoulder.

From the corner of his eye he looked up at me. I could have sworn I saw that familiar evil smirk of his but when I blinked, it was gone.

"I like you." He blurted out, his face fully turned to me.

And you wouldn't believe how blind I was for believing him...

"Like...do you mean LIKE like me...?" I raised my eyebrows out of surprise.

Peter leaned to me. "Probably more than that." He teased. I smiled back at him, tilting my head.

And I would never realize Peter's true meaning and words that morning until it was too late.

:D FORESHADOWING! (Love that word)

Let me plant this seed of doubt in your mind right now: Why does Peter 'like' Beautiful (Lexi)

Is there something I'm not telling you? (Probably...then again, how should I know?)

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