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“you’re so sweet.” rapunzel whispered, mostly to herself. the other girl wasn’t just kind. she was gorgeous and a role model. she was someone rapunzel was simultaneously jealous and in awe of. she often wondered how the other wished to remain friends with her but she didn’t dare badge the other with such a question. “i really do love the sights of your home. i wish it didn’t inspire so many bad memories.” just how rapunzel’s tower was beautiful but it held so much resentment and frustration that she wanted nothing more than to see it tore down.

the other blushed and rapunzel found a sting of jealousy hitting her heart. this feeling was soon overrun by excitement, though. snow deserved this. she deserved love and happiness. “roman? i think i’ve seen him around. i hope all goes well with him and you two turn out to be another town fairy tale. and, if he doesn’t treat you right, tell him i know how to use a frying pan as a weapon.”

it wasn’t that she was trying to be sweet or kind, it was just that savannah remembered how it felt to be in rapunzel’s position. she knew what it was like to be afraid of her home and yet not want to leave, and she knew that if she’d never have made it out without other people looking out for her and helping her bolster her confidence to actually have the strength to leave -- so, if she could be that person for rapunzel, she would. savannah thought that everybody needed that kind of support, but when she saw so much of herself in the blonde, she knew she wasn’t going to just abandon her.

Anna got lost quite a bit. Her entire childhood consisted of living inside a castle, and sometimes she discovered rooms she didn’t even know existed. So… it wasn’t a surprise that she was getting lost trying to find a bookstore.

The first person she saw, she stopped and walked over to get their attention. “Excuse me. I seem to have gotten lost… do you know where the bookstore is?” She asked, brushing her hand through her red hair.

snow was particularly familiar with corona. the second she had a chance to leave her house and move away, she did, and with that freedom she’d spent days out on the island, really learning it. considering there was no curfew for her, nobody expecting her home, she’d been able to stay out as long as she wanted. as a result, she knew her way around quite well.

Ralph nodded.” I have at least one other person working with me. I’m sure she would enjoy the muffins as well.” He whipped the crumbs from his mouth before reaching in for another one.” Ralph. Ralph Wreck. It’s nice to meet you Savannah, this is probably of the best first meetings I ever had with someone.”

“oh, what great suggestions!” ariel lets a bright grin spread across her features. “you know, i almost went to a troye sivan concert one time but my friend totally bailed last minute. of course, i still would’ve went but the night just all mixed up after that.” the red head waves her hand, as if to wave the crazy memory away. “but i’ll check out the rest for sure.”

before snow, rapunzel had never had a best friend before. honestly she’d never had a friend period before savannah came along. this small fact is what made punzie eternally grateful to the other girl. she was a princess to the small blonde. an icon to be adored and worshiped. punzie was on snow’s side always and that would never change. snow was the first person to see punzie for who she really was and find that strength inside of her that so many others overlooked. the blonde had a lot to thank savannah for but this was at the top of her list.

punzie was stunned as savannah started pulling out tools to hang the painting. “you don’t have to hang it right this second, snow. i believe it’ll wind up on your wall!” she couldn’t help but giggle. the other seemed so eager and it warmed punzies heart. “i’m sure he’s lovely. do you know his name yet?!” 

“but i want to hang it right this second!” snow countered, a colouring giggle her high voice. it was one thing to encourage rapunzel -- and it was most certainly a motivator in the action -- but the painting was of her hometown, a charming little place that the musician was absolutely positive she wouldn’t be able to return to, even if it was just fear of the what if that held her back. when she’d left home, she’d only taken photos of her parents, but not the gorgeous little place they lived, so this painting needed to be up immediately.

He let out a small sigh of relief once he saw his friend immediately relax at the sight of him. That was a good sign, right? The boy was never the best with conversation or really knowing when someone else even considered him a friend, but Snow was someone he felt that he took to quite quickly. They were both soft spoken and she was so kind, it took him by surprised, how close they had become, considering they had only met once he came to the island but it wasn’t at all unwelcome. Once her hand touched his arm, his own was placed on top of it, as if on instinct, wanting to soothe her worries as much as she was trying to do the same for him. “Alright, good, I dunno how I’d react if I actually hurt you, even if it was on accident I just…I’m glad you’re okay. Uh, maybe I can still make it up to you? What are you having, I can-I can buy.”

Roman can’t quite believe it, somehow she’s become even cuter and for a moment it feels as though his brain practically stalls just watching her reaction. The way her cheeks flush, the soft, sweet, very clearly flustered noise she makes, just the way she acts - god, it’s all downright adorable and Roman can’t help but smile watching her. She’s just.. enchanting, he can’t help but be completely taken by her.

“You think so?” He asks with an absent half-shrug of a shoulder, but truthfully he’s glad for it. He never really thought much of his name - it’s just a name, of course, but somehow it seems that much more important that she thinks it’s lovely. “Savannah - or.. Snow? Both really sweet names. Which suits you, if you don’t mind my saying.” Roman says honestly holding a hand out for hers. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, Snow.”

she tried not to react too much -- she had no idea if her giggling and girlishness was off-putting, and even if it was her just reacting organically to what roman was saying, she didn’t want to be anything but unendearing. but still... she couldn’t help but blush and sigh and swoon. a smooth hand came up to cover her cheesy grin, the brunette watched him with a dreamy little expression. if she could manage to speak, that would be excellent.

snow was one of punzie’s best role models. she was the person that the blonde hoped to become one day. strong enough to stand up to her mother, brave enough to live on her own, but that day had yet to come. the blonde was still far too frightened of her mother and what she could do to ever make a move against her. so, she was stuck in her current place, running to snow for momentary relief.

“i’ve never had a number one fan before. should i make you a button? i mean, i made you artwork so i guess that counts.” rapunzel teased. she pursed her lips and gave a nice pat to her chin before falling back into giggles. “i’m sorry. what’s this? handsome?! snow, have you met your prince charming?!” the blonde shrugged, “same old, same old. cleaning, painting, cooking, school, rinse, repeat, recycle.”

snow wasn’t sure what she could really do for punz aside from offer her somewhere to stay and a shoulder to cry in. to relate was one thing, but to help her leave her current situation was much more important, and the brunette didn’t know how else to help except for being there when the blonde needed her. but there was always something more she wished she could do, always striving for that little extra mile -- supporting rapunzel’s art seemed to be all she could do.

Ralph looked up from the basket.” Y-You made all of these yourself?! all of these in the basket?” He was shocked to hear that the girl had baked all of these muffins, how could someone make so many. “ Huh, Thank you it’s very kind of you to offer.” taking a muffin from the basket it he pulled the wrapping taking a bite. “ Wow… This is good. You’re really good at these.” 

Ralph blinked, it wasn’t often someone came in and offered him muffins.” O-Oh. Yeah sure. what flours do you have in that basket of yours?” He pointed at the basket amazed by how many treats were inside.”Did you win a contest or something? That’s a lot of muffins you got there.”

The girl acted like a lone and trembling leaf on a tree branch. Something that if she acted that way back home she’d be disciplined. He ignored that though as he turned to the trashcan and threw away the cups. “Has no one taught you how to speak without stammering. It you are trying to apologize don’t. Not if you aren’t capable of even getting it out.” 

snow was probably rapunzel’s best friend. hell, she was probably her only friend. punz was friendly with everyone else but no one knew the blonde’s history like snow did. no one had stuck around like snow had and that classified her as the best and only friend rapunzel had. well, okay, maybe besides alice but that was a more recent development. rapunzel let her hands fold together in front of herself and she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. she knew the brunette meant it when she offered up a spot on her couch but the blonde didn’t want to be overbearing. once a month was enough of a relief. 

rapunzel wandered slowly into the room and watched the other. “i think it would go there quite well, actually.” she smiled slightly, “you better be careful. now that i have more paint available to me, you’re entire wall will be covered soon. you’re the only one i trust to have my paintings.” a lot of them she gave to snow just so they had a place to go. she didn’t want her mother to hurt them. “how have you been, lately?”

there was something about having somebody to connect and relate to about your traumas that was impossibly comforting. it was sad, of course, to know that rapunzel was suffering, but they had each other. somebody just understanding why they felt the way they did, even if it was not a typical response, was endlessly appreciated. considering snow was now out of a bad situation but rapunzel was not, the brunette had taken it upon herself to help her blonde friend at every possible opportunity -- for a place to stay, for advice, for anything she needed.

God, she’s so cute, so sweet and adorable the way she’s giggling and fidgeting, Roman can’t keep her eyes off her. Her smile is beautiful, the look in her eye absolutely mesmerising, and her voice - even when she’s just talking, not even singing, it’s so captivating he can’t help but hang on her every word. It’s so - so strange, he doesn’t even know her, they’ve hardly been around each other for more than a few moments, and yet he can’t help it.

Oh, her laugh - Roman can’t believe his luck, that he was passing this music room on this day at this time to hear her sing.

“I have no doubt they’ll feel the same. How could they not? Your voice is - god, it’s wonderful. I swear.” Roman assures her immediately, holding a hand over his heart as though to promise his words with a little more sincerity. “Oh - yeah, I do. I’m studying broadcast journalism. My name’s Roman, Roman Prince. What can I call you?”

“oh...” snow let out a flustered little noise, shaking her head a little, cheeks flushed -- what could she say to all this niceness? really? especially considering she wasn’t particularly used to such genuine compliments -- or really, compliments at all, especially from such a lovely looking young man -- savannah was really trying her best to hold it all in without dissolving into a giddy, embarrassing mess. it was difficult enough, considering he was the most handsome and lovely person she’d ever seen in her whole life.