Meg has been sitting on this idea for a while. It kind of involves FMA and kinda involves PTO and kinda involves the Disney movie Tangled.
Please don't think I'm weird.
I basing some events off the movie Tangled, and Ferris Buler's Day Off. I get three main characters from FMA, only really using there names, appearances, and the behaviors.I kind of created the main character from Tangled's Rapunzel, Meg Giry from PTO, and I Meg Giry (you'll find the girl in this story is less annoying, clumsy, and she looks a heck of a lot prettier than me.)
I only get some of the details from these stories, but most of it I came up with on my own. I really hope you like it!
Please keep in mind this is AU. It's not really our time, but it's not like Amstris either. Okay?
STORY BEGIN!!!
I set out of my room early that morning, so I climb to the rafter, and watch the sun come out from behind the fog of the dawn. After that, I slowly slide down the rope, and my feet hit the sandbag, my signal to jump. I prayed my feet only made a gentle pad as I hit, and that the managers 3 floors below the wings didn't hear.
I hummed in the early hours before the rest of the House was awake. Grabbing a broom, I danced with it to to sweep the stage. It took me a good 9 minutes, because there was a stain where the last show had dropped one of it's liquid props and it broke open. (Imagine the actor's embarrassment!) So, I had to scrub down the stage as well. I cleaned the isles of the theatre, making sure every last discarded play bill was picked up. (The cleaned ones I always stuck in the front pocket of my apron, to keep for my collection.)
"Little Girl!" I turned immediately at the voice from the stage. Mr. Zanuck was there (in his suit, at 5 AM) staring at me. "I will be gone until 6 tonight. The auditorium doors are unlocked, but no one should be coming by. If someone comes by to ask about tickets, the information is in the ticket box. Just slip up there and act like that's your job. There should be no one coming that is scheduled and no one else is here. And for God's sakes child, brush that hair of yours!!" I stuck a tucked a piece of dirty blonde-light brown hair behind my ear.
"Mr. Carlin is not in today?"
"He has the week of, girl."
"Oh," I replied dumbly.
"Take care," he replied, leaving.
"You too!!" I yelled as the door slammed behind him."Alone...in the House..." my breath caught on my throat as I went behind the control center to turn the House lights on. Flopping down on the tech boy's chair, I sighed, closing my eyes. Nothing could hurt me in this box...no one could find me...no one could. "Dear Goodness!" I cried, the fear creeping as the hand at my lower back tapped me.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!...Ma'am?"
I finally opened my eyes, only to come face to face with a little girl. Her eyes were blue, and huge. She couldn't be more than 4 years old. She had her gold hair tied in several braids, which were held with pink rubber bands, the color of her corduroy overalls.
"...Hi..." I whispered, removing my hand from my chest once I was sure my heart was still beating.
The little girl didn't smile, but cocked her head, as if studying me.
"What's you're name?"
"Violet," I whispered," what's yours?"
"How old are you?"
"14."
"Hmm. How much do you weight?"
I smiled at her. "And why on Earth do you want to know that?"
"'Cause you look pretty," she smiled batting her eyes.
"...I weight 116 pounds, if you want to be exact."
The little girl finally smiled, and stuck out her hand. "I'm May! I'm 4 years old and I weigh 37 pounds!!...How tall are you?"
I laughed and took the little girl's hand. "I'm 5' 5'' and a half."
"Can't reach the 6th inch?"
"Nope."
She giggled behind a closed fist.
"...Where is your family?"
"Home. I came wandering."
"...Do they know you're gone?"
"They won't notice."
"...Do you want me to watch you? I can show you around the theatre, if you like."
Her blue eyes swelled with excitement. "Oh, yes! Please, oh, please!"
"Alright then, follow me."
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"Hey, watch this," I cupped my hand around my mouth, and sang up to the rafters. I moved my hand to my ear, to show May to listen, and you could hear the bird begin to chatter, and sing back.
May giggled, like she had been doing half the time since I'd met her 3 hours ago.
"Violet! Do that again!"
"No, why don't you try?"
"Show me." I went up to her, and she stopped me.
"Where'd you get that dress?"
"I made it."
"It's so pretty...could you make me one just like it...but in lavender?"
"Of course-"
"MAY ELRIC!!"
"Brother!!" May ran from me to the intruders. I took note of them, as she hugged to two. One was short, about 5' 4", gold hair, like his sister, and gold eyes. He had on a tan vest, with a white oxford and black slacks and shoes.
The other was taller, around 5' 7", with hair dark gold, almost brown, with brown eyes. His eyes were round and his face was broad and pale. He kept it short while the other boy kept it long and back in a braid.
"May, don't run off like that again. I swear if you do I will rip off-"
"Edward," said the darker-haired boy, and gestured to me.
"Whose she?" the golden haired boy whispered to his brother.
"I don't know..." he whispered."Hello, Miss," he said, stepping toward me,"My name is," he tripped down one of the stairs. I yelped and lunged forward, for him. He caught the railing, but fell, as if he arms strength was not enough. He fell and took me down with him.
I stared with a red face at the pale boy on top of me. His face was also red and embarrassed. He quickly tore off me, and pulled me to my feet.
"I'm Alphonse," he whispered. "I'm usually that clumsy, but I guess most people know that and dodge me," he said, looking at his feet.
"I wasn't very well going to let you fall," I said. "Who would let you? That's terrible."
He smiled at me.
"This is my brother, Edward," he said, gesturing toward the golden haired boy.
"Hey," he said, sticking a hand in the air and pulling it back with out looking at me.
"Hello," I waved.
"What's your name?" Alphonse asked.
"I'm-"
"Her name's Violet and she's your age brother! She's 5' 5" and a half and weighs 116 lbs!!" May screamed.
I felt my face get hot as Alphonse stared at his sister, and Edward-after trying to hide it-burst out laughing. This was one of the moments where I thought I should run to my room and never come out again.
"That was hilarious, May!" Edward screamed, literally on the floor, laughing.
"Edward!" Alphonse admonished. He turned to me abruptly. "I am so sorry about that. She doesn't-"
"No, it's okay," I said, wiping my eyes. I always cried when I got mad, which made me even angrier.
"Hey, it's alright. It's not bad," he whispered to me, very quietly, leaning in close. "We just moved here from Montana," he said, louder and farther back. "We don't know anyone, we just got here this morning. May snuck out with all the chaos of unpacking was going on. She's-"
"Edward!" May screamed. "Look at her dress!!"
"What about it-" he growled, then stopped dead. Alphonse also stared, but stopped after a minute.
"It looks like Mom's..."Edward whispered.
"She's going to make me one just like it!" May yelled. "Won't you, Violet?!"
"If it's alright with your brothers..." I said, looking at their sick expressions as the eyed my dress, making me red again.
"Of course," Alphonse whispered.
"Hey, May, why don't you come home with me?" Edward said, extending his hand to her.
"Okay," she groaned. "Can I come back tomorrow, Alphonse?!"
"If it's alright with Miss Violet."
"It's fine by me."
"Yay!" she jumped as she left the auditorium.
Alphonse took a seat in the audience, close to the stage. It was dark and cold, but it didn't look like it bothered him.
"Are you sure it's okay she comes?" he asked.
"Of course," I said, smiling,"for as long as she wants. I'll even babysit if you need me to."
"Thank you," he whispered. "For showing such kindness to us. Your the first person to, really. We just...our father left us a few years ago, and our Mother just passed. We'd been living in foster home after foster home and this is our new one. We live in that house, right behind the library. The black one?"
"Oh, yes," I said, looking at the boy. "I know. I walk by it. I go to the library often. It's just a block away from here."
"Yes. Is it safe for May to walk here?"
"It is down town, and very busy. I'd feel more comfortable picking her up if I was to watch her. What time?"
"...Whenever. Could I call you?" he asked.
"Y-yes, of course. Here," I took a pen from my pocket and wrote my number on his palm. He touched the raised ink, looking oddly at it.
"What's your last name?" he asked me.
"Er, Mortonson."
"Hmm," he said. "Do you, ah, wanna hang out some time?"
"I'd like that," I said, blushing.
"I've never really had friends, and if you were watching my sister I'd like to, er..."
"Be friends?"
"Yeah," he blushed.
"Me too. I've known nothing but the the theatre walls and the library shelves. It may be good to go get a look at the world from someone else's eyes."
"...I really think I'll like you, Violet," he said, his hand brushing mine. I shuttered and goosebumps formed.
"Goodnight," I said.
"Goodnight," he said, taking her hand, and bowing over it.
I smiled.
"...Alphonse!" I cried as he was leaving. He turned. "There's a ball, the next fort-night. Please tell me you'll come. It's a masquerade."
"I'll like that. Just promise me I'll have a partner to dance with." he smiled.
I beamed back. "I swear you will."
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"Look there!" I watched drowsily as Alphonse's hand shot up to point out another constellation.
It had been a week since the Elric orphans had moved to this sleepy town, and I had spent almost every day with them. Currently, it was around 11 at night, and I had snuck out of the theatre, and come outside. Edward was asleep 6 or so feet away, snoring so loud it was as if he were in my ear. Alphonse lay longways across the plaid blanket he had found, my head was on his chest as I layed horizontal across the blanket.
"I'm so tired..." I yawned, my head rolling. Alphonse lazily undid the bun on top of my head, combing out my blonde hair with his fingers. He sighed as they worked through it, undoing each tangle and knot.
"Me too..." he sighed. I felt his pale fingers touch my cheek. I stretched my hand out to touch his, and I looked at his milky skin, and felt how soft his hands were. Rolling over, I turned to face him. He smiled at me, his eyes not on mine, but on my face. Staring at my cheeks, nose, and lips. He took his hand and ran it over my cheek, and I sighed. He laughed, his whole chest shaking.
He sat up, still with that odd look he had, smiling at me, not quite looking at me.
"What?" I asked. He put his hands on my neck, gently, and slide them up to my cheeks, and into my hair.
"C-can I...try something?"
"...It all depends..." I breathed. Is he...?
"Promise you won't be mad."
"I won't..."
Slowly, Alphonse-and his body was so far away from mine-strained to lean forward, and kissed me.
His lips were very warm and very soft as they tickled mine. Closing my eyes, Alphonse scooted closer, moving his hands from my hair to my back, to my waist. I twisted my fingers in his dirty blonde hair, my palms still on his bare neck. Alphonse made an oddly plaintive sound, then twisted us to the ground. I let him as our body wrestled in an awkward way, and we did this for minutes. Our noises became background the forest got louder again. Then I realized something.
Edward's snoring had stopped.
I opened my eyes and gasped, pulling off Alphonse and sputtering backwards. His eyes were wide, and I turned my gaze, and his followed.
"That could've waited, correct? Or was there just a passion build up?" My face reddened as Edward teased us. Alphonse came closer to me as Edward cleaned up the blanket and snacks, and left us. He put his arm around waist as I leaned up against the cool bark of one of the oak trees surrounding us.
"Was that okay?" he whispered, sounding scared.
"...Yes..." I breathed, my head in his neck. He wrapped both arms around me then.
"But, it just...can't happen again, okay?" Alphonse-instead of pulling back-pulled tighter on me.
"May can't see that. I just can't be in a romantic relationship. And...Al...we need to face facts that you could just pack up any day and leave...and I'm worried your the kind of man I could fall in love with...and Alphonse...I don't want anything more than the world, but I can't want it. I have to focus if I'm going to get out of this town, alright? I am...so sorry..." I was worried tears might come out of my eyes. I tried to turn out of him, but he wouldn't let me. I cried into his shoulder then, and he let me.
"I can help you...please let me..."
"No one can help me. I wish you could..."
"Let us try. We only live once. Let's just try."
I absolutely did not plan that to happen or for that to end that way. But it did. Suck it up. Now I gotta figure out what to do so you don't hate all of my main characters. Crap. THINKING CAPPPPPP.
-MEG
And I probably won't get around to posting next week, but definatley will the week after.
Please don't think I'm weird.
I basing some events off the movie Tangled, and Ferris Buler's Day Off. I get three main characters from FMA, only really using there names, appearances, and the behaviors.I kind of created the main character from Tangled's Rapunzel, Meg Giry from PTO, and I Meg Giry (you'll find the girl in this story is less annoying, clumsy, and she looks a heck of a lot prettier than me.)
I only get some of the details from these stories, but most of it I came up with on my own. I really hope you like it!
Please keep in mind this is AU. It's not really our time, but it's not like Amstris either. Okay?
STORY BEGIN!!!
I set out of my room early that morning, so I climb to the rafter, and watch the sun come out from behind the fog of the dawn. After that, I slowly slide down the rope, and my feet hit the sandbag, my signal to jump. I prayed my feet only made a gentle pad as I hit, and that the managers 3 floors below the wings didn't hear.
I hummed in the early hours before the rest of the House was awake. Grabbing a broom, I danced with it to to sweep the stage. It took me a good 9 minutes, because there was a stain where the last show had dropped one of it's liquid props and it broke open. (Imagine the actor's embarrassment!) So, I had to scrub down the stage as well. I cleaned the isles of the theatre, making sure every last discarded play bill was picked up. (The cleaned ones I always stuck in the front pocket of my apron, to keep for my collection.)
"Little Girl!" I turned immediately at the voice from the stage. Mr. Zanuck was there (in his suit, at 5 AM) staring at me. "I will be gone until 6 tonight. The auditorium doors are unlocked, but no one should be coming by. If someone comes by to ask about tickets, the information is in the ticket box. Just slip up there and act like that's your job. There should be no one coming that is scheduled and no one else is here. And for God's sakes child, brush that hair of yours!!" I stuck a tucked a piece of dirty blonde-light brown hair behind my ear.
"Mr. Carlin is not in today?"
"He has the week of, girl."
"Oh," I replied dumbly.
"Take care," he replied, leaving.
"You too!!" I yelled as the door slammed behind him."Alone...in the House..." my breath caught on my throat as I went behind the control center to turn the House lights on. Flopping down on the tech boy's chair, I sighed, closing my eyes. Nothing could hurt me in this box...no one could find me...no one could. "Dear Goodness!" I cried, the fear creeping as the hand at my lower back tapped me.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!...Ma'am?"
I finally opened my eyes, only to come face to face with a little girl. Her eyes were blue, and huge. She couldn't be more than 4 years old. She had her gold hair tied in several braids, which were held with pink rubber bands, the color of her corduroy overalls.
"...Hi..." I whispered, removing my hand from my chest once I was sure my heart was still beating.
The little girl didn't smile, but cocked her head, as if studying me.
"What's you're name?"
"Violet," I whispered," what's yours?"
"How old are you?"
"14."
"Hmm. How much do you weight?"
I smiled at her. "And why on Earth do you want to know that?"
"'Cause you look pretty," she smiled batting her eyes.
"...I weight 116 pounds, if you want to be exact."
The little girl finally smiled, and stuck out her hand. "I'm May! I'm 4 years old and I weigh 37 pounds!!...How tall are you?"
I laughed and took the little girl's hand. "I'm 5' 5'' and a half."
"Can't reach the 6th inch?"
"Nope."
She giggled behind a closed fist.
"...Where is your family?"
"Home. I came wandering."
"...Do they know you're gone?"
"They won't notice."
"...Do you want me to watch you? I can show you around the theatre, if you like."
Her blue eyes swelled with excitement. "Oh, yes! Please, oh, please!"
"Alright then, follow me."
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"Hey, watch this," I cupped my hand around my mouth, and sang up to the rafters. I moved my hand to my ear, to show May to listen, and you could hear the bird begin to chatter, and sing back.
May giggled, like she had been doing half the time since I'd met her 3 hours ago.
"Violet! Do that again!"
"No, why don't you try?"
"Show me." I went up to her, and she stopped me.
"Where'd you get that dress?"
"I made it."
"It's so pretty...could you make me one just like it...but in lavender?"
"Of course-"
"MAY ELRIC!!"
"Brother!!" May ran from me to the intruders. I took note of them, as she hugged to two. One was short, about 5' 4", gold hair, like his sister, and gold eyes. He had on a tan vest, with a white oxford and black slacks and shoes.
The other was taller, around 5' 7", with hair dark gold, almost brown, with brown eyes. His eyes were round and his face was broad and pale. He kept it short while the other boy kept it long and back in a braid.
"May, don't run off like that again. I swear if you do I will rip off-"
"Edward," said the darker-haired boy, and gestured to me.
"Whose she?" the golden haired boy whispered to his brother.
"I don't know..." he whispered."Hello, Miss," he said, stepping toward me,"My name is," he tripped down one of the stairs. I yelped and lunged forward, for him. He caught the railing, but fell, as if he arms strength was not enough. He fell and took me down with him.
I stared with a red face at the pale boy on top of me. His face was also red and embarrassed. He quickly tore off me, and pulled me to my feet.
"I'm Alphonse," he whispered. "I'm usually that clumsy, but I guess most people know that and dodge me," he said, looking at his feet.
"I wasn't very well going to let you fall," I said. "Who would let you? That's terrible."
He smiled at me.
"This is my brother, Edward," he said, gesturing toward the golden haired boy.
"Hey," he said, sticking a hand in the air and pulling it back with out looking at me.
"Hello," I waved.
"What's your name?" Alphonse asked.
"I'm-"
"Her name's Violet and she's your age brother! She's 5' 5" and a half and weighs 116 lbs!!" May screamed.
I felt my face get hot as Alphonse stared at his sister, and Edward-after trying to hide it-burst out laughing. This was one of the moments where I thought I should run to my room and never come out again.
"That was hilarious, May!" Edward screamed, literally on the floor, laughing.
"Edward!" Alphonse admonished. He turned to me abruptly. "I am so sorry about that. She doesn't-"
"No, it's okay," I said, wiping my eyes. I always cried when I got mad, which made me even angrier.
"Hey, it's alright. It's not bad," he whispered to me, very quietly, leaning in close. "We just moved here from Montana," he said, louder and farther back. "We don't know anyone, we just got here this morning. May snuck out with all the chaos of unpacking was going on. She's-"
"Edward!" May screamed. "Look at her dress!!"
"What about it-" he growled, then stopped dead. Alphonse also stared, but stopped after a minute.
"It looks like Mom's..."Edward whispered.
"She's going to make me one just like it!" May yelled. "Won't you, Violet?!"
"If it's alright with your brothers..." I said, looking at their sick expressions as the eyed my dress, making me red again.
"Of course," Alphonse whispered.
"Hey, May, why don't you come home with me?" Edward said, extending his hand to her.
"Okay," she groaned. "Can I come back tomorrow, Alphonse?!"
"If it's alright with Miss Violet."
"It's fine by me."
"Yay!" she jumped as she left the auditorium.
Alphonse took a seat in the audience, close to the stage. It was dark and cold, but it didn't look like it bothered him.
"Are you sure it's okay she comes?" he asked.
"Of course," I said, smiling,"for as long as she wants. I'll even babysit if you need me to."
"Thank you," he whispered. "For showing such kindness to us. Your the first person to, really. We just...our father left us a few years ago, and our Mother just passed. We'd been living in foster home after foster home and this is our new one. We live in that house, right behind the library. The black one?"
"Oh, yes," I said, looking at the boy. "I know. I walk by it. I go to the library often. It's just a block away from here."
"Yes. Is it safe for May to walk here?"
"It is down town, and very busy. I'd feel more comfortable picking her up if I was to watch her. What time?"
"...Whenever. Could I call you?" he asked.
"Y-yes, of course. Here," I took a pen from my pocket and wrote my number on his palm. He touched the raised ink, looking oddly at it.
"What's your last name?" he asked me.
"Er, Mortonson."
"Hmm," he said. "Do you, ah, wanna hang out some time?"
"I'd like that," I said, blushing.
"I've never really had friends, and if you were watching my sister I'd like to, er..."
"Be friends?"
"Yeah," he blushed.
"Me too. I've known nothing but the the theatre walls and the library shelves. It may be good to go get a look at the world from someone else's eyes."
"...I really think I'll like you, Violet," he said, his hand brushing mine. I shuttered and goosebumps formed.
"Goodnight," I said.
"Goodnight," he said, taking her hand, and bowing over it.
I smiled.
"...Alphonse!" I cried as he was leaving. He turned. "There's a ball, the next fort-night. Please tell me you'll come. It's a masquerade."
"I'll like that. Just promise me I'll have a partner to dance with." he smiled.
I beamed back. "I swear you will."
****************************************************
"Look there!" I watched drowsily as Alphonse's hand shot up to point out another constellation.
It had been a week since the Elric orphans had moved to this sleepy town, and I had spent almost every day with them. Currently, it was around 11 at night, and I had snuck out of the theatre, and come outside. Edward was asleep 6 or so feet away, snoring so loud it was as if he were in my ear. Alphonse lay longways across the plaid blanket he had found, my head was on his chest as I layed horizontal across the blanket.
"I'm so tired..." I yawned, my head rolling. Alphonse lazily undid the bun on top of my head, combing out my blonde hair with his fingers. He sighed as they worked through it, undoing each tangle and knot.
"Me too..." he sighed. I felt his pale fingers touch my cheek. I stretched my hand out to touch his, and I looked at his milky skin, and felt how soft his hands were. Rolling over, I turned to face him. He smiled at me, his eyes not on mine, but on my face. Staring at my cheeks, nose, and lips. He took his hand and ran it over my cheek, and I sighed. He laughed, his whole chest shaking.
He sat up, still with that odd look he had, smiling at me, not quite looking at me.
"What?" I asked. He put his hands on my neck, gently, and slide them up to my cheeks, and into my hair.
"C-can I...try something?"
"...It all depends..." I breathed. Is he...?
"Promise you won't be mad."
"I won't..."
Slowly, Alphonse-and his body was so far away from mine-strained to lean forward, and kissed me.
His lips were very warm and very soft as they tickled mine. Closing my eyes, Alphonse scooted closer, moving his hands from my hair to my back, to my waist. I twisted my fingers in his dirty blonde hair, my palms still on his bare neck. Alphonse made an oddly plaintive sound, then twisted us to the ground. I let him as our body wrestled in an awkward way, and we did this for minutes. Our noises became background the forest got louder again. Then I realized something.
Edward's snoring had stopped.
I opened my eyes and gasped, pulling off Alphonse and sputtering backwards. His eyes were wide, and I turned my gaze, and his followed.
"That could've waited, correct? Or was there just a passion build up?" My face reddened as Edward teased us. Alphonse came closer to me as Edward cleaned up the blanket and snacks, and left us. He put his arm around waist as I leaned up against the cool bark of one of the oak trees surrounding us.
"Was that okay?" he whispered, sounding scared.
"...Yes..." I breathed, my head in his neck. He wrapped both arms around me then.
"But, it just...can't happen again, okay?" Alphonse-instead of pulling back-pulled tighter on me.
"May can't see that. I just can't be in a romantic relationship. And...Al...we need to face facts that you could just pack up any day and leave...and I'm worried your the kind of man I could fall in love with...and Alphonse...I don't want anything more than the world, but I can't want it. I have to focus if I'm going to get out of this town, alright? I am...so sorry..." I was worried tears might come out of my eyes. I tried to turn out of him, but he wouldn't let me. I cried into his shoulder then, and he let me.
"I can help you...please let me..."
"No one can help me. I wish you could..."
"Let us try. We only live once. Let's just try."
I absolutely did not plan that to happen or for that to end that way. But it did. Suck it up. Now I gotta figure out what to do so you don't hate all of my main characters. Crap. THINKING CAPPPPPP.
-MEG
And I probably won't get around to posting next week, but definatley will the week after.
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