Guysss, I am not dead. But I bear news. First of all, this has no plot. Second of all, this story is the biggest disgrace to my writing history and I hate it with a passion and one day I shall rewrite it and make it sooo much better. Thirdly, this chapter's super short but hey idgaf because I wrote must of this in a car and my legs are cramped and I'm stuck and I want to remind my readers (if I have any left) that I have not dropped off the face of the earth. Regret of the story- OOCness. Eww. Everywhere. Plus Flynn bashing. That guy is my favorite Disney guy- or close second to Jim Hawkins- and I make him the bad guy. The womanizer. The jerkwad. Remember how I said this story is one of my worst? There. That's why.

Psst plus Maria (you know who you are) requested Audrey. It's minor but it's Audrey here's a cameo and I swear she'll come in sometime elsewhere!

I got a nice review mentioning how there's now other CGI High stories out there and that they're ripping off mine- I don't mind that much, though a little recognition would be nice... after all, it was my first idea that I was proud of. I just really like seeing other CGI High stories. As long as they're interesting, have proper grammar, and all that, I don't even care about ships. Please, if you're writing one like that, tell me so I can read it! I'm at that point of life where I'd much rather read the fanfiction I'm writing than actually write it. Plus I was thinking about maybe creating a comic about the series? Like as a blog? But then I figured it'd be too much work, but if anyone's interested in that, just say so. Wow my A/N is longer than my actual chapter so hey I guess it should end here. I apologize for my whining, but I'm really tired and I had to force myself just to update after so long. And I also apologize for the super long wait. I understand that none of you have any reason to forgive me, but life has been crazy for me.

Oh, and there's mentions of self harm. If that's not for you, than please do not read this. This is rated T, after all. I don't want to make it seem dark, but if it turns that way (and I've written darker themed things before, so this is mediocre compared to that) plus this might seem all over the place and unbelievable... Imma shut up now.

Flynn Rider hated science.

Really, did it serve a purpose? What were the chances he'd become some famous chemist or scientist or whatever the hell science-y people became anyway?

He had to sit down in his chair, and endure the whole class. It was more than he'd forced himself to do for weeks- he was no scholar, but he squeaked by with a 2.0 average, and that was that. Science class, though, was a no brainer. It just had to be the worst class of the bunch. He avoided it like the cafeteria lunch.

Yet here he was, sitting there, and listening as lectures went on and on, and became occupied with balancing a pencil on his finger. It rolled off and under someone's desk, the color blurring as an orange stick before it stopped underneath someone's shoe.

He didn't really care; if he imagined hard enough, it was someone else's pencil and he didn't have one, conveniently eliminating the possibility of note taking.

"You dropped this," someone said, and Flynn noticed a girl's slim hand lay the writing object on his desk. She smiled at him, and he studied her features: auburn hair, green eyes, rather pretty.

"Thanks, doll," Flynn pulled his suavest smirk on the girl, though he wished that the pencil stayed under her foot.

She just blushed and looked down at her desk, and Flynn felt like he had to restrain himself just to keep from flirting with her. Maybe it was his nature- but that was his personality, and it wasn't a sin to find a girl attractive, right? Though that little nagging feeling came back to his gut, as it always did when he thought of Rapunzel.

He loved her. He did, when they first started dating, but then things just changed, and then his love for Rapunzel just changed. It was a brotherly type of love, and he found that he had to keep forcing himself just to give her a kiss, and that was it. The affection they used to have just wasn't there anymore, and he hung out and dated other girls when he could, and when he was sure none of them would tell Rapunzel.

She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve him. And he hated himself for keeping secrets from her. Soon, though , he vowed that he'd come clean. Not yet. Not until he was sure that Rapunzel wouldn't be hurt, or that she wouldn't cry. He hated to see her cry; all he wanted was for her to be happy.

She couldn't be happy with him, not when he liked to flirt.

That was why this secret had to say secret, and that was the only reason he had to go to this terrible class, so Roxanne wouldn't spill the beans. Until then, though, couldn't he enjoy himself?

"What's your name?" Flynn asked the girl, sure that the teacher was busy.

"Audrey," she smiled back, stretching out her hand.

Anna drummed her fingers on the wooden surface of the table, the little tapping sounds lost in the sound of the freshman class rep talking. This meeting was just about a dance the school was putting on, a fundraiser for the Robotics Team or something. All the classes were helping out, and Anna turned from tapping to scratching the wooden with one nail.

"Bored, huh?" Anna quickly stopped her actions and looked up to face a pair of beautiful green eyes and a charming smile.

"Hans," Anna said gratefully, remembering the senior fondly and blushed. "Yeah, the meeting's a little boring."

"I can relate," Hans smiled smoothly. "Dances- too much planning. Since you're Vice President, though, I assume that you're used to it."

"Well, I guess. Sort of," Anna said, tucking a strand of hair that escaped from her usual braid behind her ear. "Elsa's more- yeesh. You know, more into it. But I'm not."

"Being the senior representative's kind similar," Hans said. "Work. I'm representing a grade, I mean. But that's just how it is." He followed his statement with another dazzling smile- Anna felt a little weak in the knees when he looked at her like that.

"Uh-huh," Anna said, and she gazed at him dreamily. This guy was perfect- he actually understood. Not like Elsa. And he was gorgeous to boot.

"You must be used to it," Hans said. "Your sister being the president and you vice president."

"Well, she's my sister," Anna shrugged. "When she graduates, I'll be president. It's a bit much."

"Yeah," Hans nodded. "Living up to your sibling's expectations- I have twelve older brothers, and they're all prodigies. I have a lot on my plate too."

Good Lord, if this just didn't make them soul mates, nothing would. They both had sibling problems.

"It's kind of crazy," Anna admitted, and laughed. "We're so alike."

"Kind of," Hans smiled a lopsided grin. "We could be twins."

"Wow!" Anna clamped her hands to her mouth in mirth, laughing. "I mean, I've never met someone like you before, and it's kind of-"

"I understand," Hans laughed, a low chuckle. "You're probably one of the first girls that gets me. I mean, it's crazy-"

"What is?" Anna was too eager and cut him off.

Hans smiled again. "We finish each other's-"

"Sandwiches!" Anna blurted out before she could think. Then he face went aflame, realizing what it was that she'd told him.

Hans just laughed again. "That's what I was going to say!"

"With you, it's-" Anna blushed, and giggled. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay- Can I say something crazy?" Hans asked. Anna nodded, biting her lip nervously. "Will you go out with me?"

"Can I say something even crazier?" Anna said, practically jumping in her seat. "Yes!"

They both smiled wide grins at each other like idiots, and Hans opened his mouth to say something, but they were cut off by someone's speech about funds- Hiccup, to be precise. Anna huffed and sank back in her seat, suddenly very aware that she was sitting next to her boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word made her swell with pride. Hans seemed to notice Anna's disdain at the meeting and leaned closer to her.

"If it's too boring-" Hans tilted his head towards Anna. God he was cute. "We could always skip out. Go someplace." Anna tried not to hyperventilate. Ohmygod. He wanted to take her on a date. Sort of. Did it count as a date?

"Yeah, sure," Anna tried to sound passive, her voice cracking with her excitement barely being contained. "We could. There's enough people here, right? But- oh- classes start soon."

"Skipping one period won't hurt," Hans shrugged.

"Skip-?" Anna questioned, her eyes wide. "I've ne-" She stopped her sentence, not wanting Hans to know she'd never skipped class before. "I-I guess one time won't hurt, if we hurry."

"Cool," Hans pushed his chair back, offering Anna his hand. "Elsa won't mind, right?"

Anna shot a look towards her sister, seated at the other end of the table, and moved towards her, rehearsing what she should say. Just tell her about Hans. Leave out the skipping part, but say he's your boyfriend. Okay. It's not hard. She won't bite.

"Elsa," Anna leaned over to her sister's ear. "I'm- leaving the meeting early, okay? It's over in a half hour anyway, I'm going to-"

"What?" Elsa kept her voice low, and turned to face her sister, anger flashing in her blue eyes. "You can't leave during-"

"My boyfriend, Hans, and I were going to hang out!" Anna's explanation turned into a girlish exclamation.

"The senior," Elsa said in recognition, eyes narrowing. "How long have the two of you been dating?"

"Er- about a minute, now," Anna noted.

"You can't go out with a guy you've just met," Elsa said firmly, and that angered Anna.

"You can if you're meant to be!" Anna snapped. "We were just going to let you know, instead of just leaving-"

"No," Elsa said, and she stiffly stood up. "Now, excuse me. I'll use the bathroom." Anna watched her, dumbfounded, for a little while. All she'd wanted was to let her sister know about her new boyfriend, maybe get her approval, and to get her understanding- it was unfair. Unfair that Elsa could act all high and mighty while Anna was left scrambling just to be the person she was supposed to. She was done with Elsa's isolation- fed up with Elsa's insecurities and uncontrolled temper.

"What did I ever do to you?" Anna blurted out, and she grasped Elsa's hand, only succeeding in pulling off one of Elsa's gloves rather than keep her sister in place.

"Give me back my glove!" Elsa exclaimed, worried, and reached for it with her one gloved hand, the other hidden behind her back.

"No, why? Why do you shut me out?" Anna kept the glove out of Elsa's reach. "Wh-why do you shut the world out?!"

Elsa backed away until her back hit the wall, hand still out of sight, groping for a doorknob with the gloved hand reaching. "Enough, Anna." She turned and opened the door, back facing the meeting, everyone staring as the two sisters argued.

"What are you so afraid of?!" Anna challenged angrily, tossing Elsa's glove onto the floor.

"I said, enough!" Elsa whirled around, arms splaying out to her sides, fury etched onto her pretty features.

A collective gasp was heard from the table, also a girl's muffled shriek, though all the representatives from classes and clubs were able to see Elsa's hand and reacted.

To see the red welts, dried crusts of blood, and signs of abuse to the flesh that covered Elsa's slim hand.

Almost instantly, Elsa yanked it behind her back, looking at the entire room with wide eyes.

"Elsa," Anna whispered, horrified. She'd never known that her sister... Anna reached a hand out towards Elsa. Elsa backed away, and ran out of the door before anyone could stop her. "Elsa!" Anna cried, and ran after her.

"Did you know?" Hans ran after Anna, and caught up with her in a hallway, empty by the time the two had followed Elsa, the girl nowhere in sight.

Anna bit her lip, and looked down the hallway, hoping Elsa might be there somehow.

"No."

"Do you think this is right?" Eep taped a falling castle back together with silver duct tape and inspected her handiwork. Her companions, which included Once-ler and M.K., studied it.

"Uh- you kind of ruined it," Once-ler said. "Maybe you should paint over it?"

"That'll take forever," Eep groaned, but she reached for a paintbrush. "Anyone want to help?"

"Eep, we have to start ironing the costumes," Once-ler brandished a pair of irons, and handed one to M.K., who accepted it reluctantly.

"This'll be quick," Eep promised, and found the right color of paint. Near her, on a table, M.K. and Once-ler started setting up the costumes and plugged in their irons.

"We're going to need water to pour into these irons," M.K. said, "I'll go stop by the girl's bathroom and get some."

"Sure," Once-ler replied, preoccupied with dragging out cardboard boxes of costumes.

M.K. wandered the empty hallways in search of a bathroom (being new meant not knowing simple things such as bathroom locations) but got something entirely different.

"Flynn," she choked out. The boy she'd been trying to avoid looked in her direction, and to her surprise, he smiled. Not a mean smile, just a smile. A tentative one. M.K., instinctively, took a step backward.

"Hey, Katherine," Flynn said cheerfully. "Ditching class?"

"It's M.K.," M.K. muttered. "No, I wasn't."

"Figured. You're too good for that," Flynn winked. M.K. frowned.

"Don't you have a girlfriend to talk to?"

"What, can't I say hi to my friend?"

M.K. glared at him.

"Alright, geez. I was just going to the bathroom, I've got a pass and everything," Flynn raised a slip of paper. "Not cutting. Aren't you proud of me?"

"I hardly know you," M.K. said, "So please leave me alone. Shouldn't you be with Rapunzel?"

"Look, that's low," Flynn said, his voice lowering and he looked around. "Don't talk about her like that."

"If you cared about her, you'd-"

Flynn grabbed M.K.'s arm and pulled her behind a bank of lockers, just as the sound of laughter filled the hallway they'd vacated.

"Here, your line is easy!" Rapunzel's telltale sweet tone was heard.

"It's too long," a voice, one M.K. knew was from her drama class, said.

Flynn clamped a hand over M.K.'s mouth, and when he was sure they passed, he let her go.

"You're so-" M.K. had plenty of choice words on her tongue, but instead, she clamped it shut and whirled around. "I have to go back to class."

"Listen-" Flynn ran a hand through his hair and offered his hand to M.K. "I want to explain. We got off on a bad start, and I know I don't seem like the best of guys-"

"Understatement of the hour-"

"But if you'd loosen up just a little, since I did nothing wrong, I'd appreciate that."

"I never said you did anything wrong, I just don't approve of your actions," M.K. crossed her arms.

"What are you, my mother?' Flynn scoffed.

"You know what? Fine. I'm going to class. If this is your idea of an apology, you're not forgiven," M.K. turned to stalk away, but Flynn's hand on her arm stopped her.

"I'm sorry, okay? There. I said it. Now will you please talk to me?" Flynn asked.

M.K. heaved a great sigh. "Okay. For a little bit." Flynn smiled.

"It's kind of a long story though-" he said, and he dug in his pockets, producing a set of keys. "I think it'll be better with a drive."

"I can't just leave campus," M.K. said indignantly.

"Fifteen minutes, max. I want a smoothie and I think you could use one, too," Flynn said.

M.K. looked back towards her drama class, then back to Flynn, and sighed.

"I guess fifteen minutes couldn't hurt..."

"She's not back yet, and it's been half an hour," Once-ler stated, pouring more water into his iron (that M.K. had not brought, so he had gone to get it himself).

"Haven't you ever heard of girl problems?" Eep moved her paintbrush up and down. "It's probably that special time- Oops." A drop fell to the floor.

"What do girls do in the bathroom?" Once-ler mused.

"Everything you do," Eep replied carelessly, still painting.

Once-ler shuddered. "Oh."