FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
7:12 AM

Ari was surprised she was awake this early.

Normally when it came to school, she pretty much had to go 10 over the speed limit every day just to barely make it to class before the bell rang. And sometimes, she would straight up be 5 or 10 minutes late if she felt the day required her to be high before school. What could she say? It softened the experience to the point where she could actually bare to walk into class at 7:30 in the morning. The first day of school was no exception, since it was incredibly easy to just sit and smoke in the parking lot at Disney High. But that was beside the point.

Ari was stressed about this year. Before summer had officially begun, Ari’s Aunt Flora had sent her parents her second semester report card. To say the least, they were not very…pleased with Ari’s grades. Her parents were pretty much set on having her come live with them but before they had the chance to buy her a plane ticket, Aunt Flora managed to talk them into letting her stay. However, if Ari couldn’t make a comeback the next year, this year, she was done for.

She had spent the whole night before the first day tossing and turning with panic before finally falling asleep at 3:30. It was a wonder she was even able to get out of bed before 7. But Ari was so scared of the idea of living with her parents again that she had somehow forced herself to be up and ready.

The sun was shining already, which was calming. Ari checked the clock again and saw that she had about eight minutes to get to class, so she reached into her purse, pulled out a small perfume bottle, and spritzed herself. She had better get going if she was going to get to…wait, what was her first hour class?

Realizing she hadn’t even glanced at her schedule once, Ari searched everywhere for the paper Aunt Flora had given her. It was somewhere in her backpack…no, no, she had shoved it in the glove box…wait! She shoved her hand into her purse again and fished around until she felt the smoothness of a neatly folded piece of paper. Opening up, she scanned the top of the page.

Her first hour was Algebra II. She cursed loudly.

Sighing, Ari lifted her pink mug up to her lips and took a huge gulp of warm coffee. She told herself it would be okay. Told herself that this year, her main focus was going to be on school. Told herself that she was intelligent and was a hard worker.

But she really wished she hadn’t gotten out of bed this morning.

6:00 am

Peter had already been up for thirty minutes making breakfast for the kids and getting them up for school. In total he had six running around the Neverland fire station where they lived. Tootles the youngest boy and funny enough the most helpful and least trouble some was setting the table, the Twins were bickering over who sat where both them were young ladies but they never acted like it, Curly and Nibs were still in bed, and Slightly was helping him make breakfast, she was the most well behaved of the bunch. An hour later he had gotten all the kid fed and out of bed dressed and ready for school. "Alright you little rascals, Tootles, Curly, Nibs be good boys and get to class on time or I will start walking you there!" He warned as all three of yelled back in unison. "You got it Peter, we promise!" Peter sighed he knew that they would be late, however he looked at the girls who were all dressed and ready.

Peter watched the boys get on there bus heading for the middle school he looked at the girls. They were the older children and thus this year they would start High School at Disney High. "Alright girls it's the first day so how about we take my car?" They all squealed with delight, they had never gotten to ride in car before as it was his beloved Aston Martin DB9 convertible. It was his present to himself after the whole pirate debacle the car was sexy to put it in a word. As he got in Tinkerbell chimed in "You know you shouldn't take them in this thing, I know your just going to drive like a maniac and-" Before the little holographic fairy could continue he hit her mute button and gunned out of the driveway top down the girls squealing there heads off. He flew down the back roads towards the school as they arrived in a cloud of tire smoke and speed at about 7:20.

"You girls have fun?" The twins were smiling and Slightly's hair was a wreck. "Alright anyone gives you trouble just come find me. Nobody mess with my family. Each girl hugged him before they took off heading into the school as Peter got out and stretched, he had gym class first period so he figured he should warm up. After a quick jog around the building he checked in at the front office and headed inside, making a beeline for the gym. He un-muted Tinkerbell as he neared the gym, now she was being silent no doubt angry with him.

Elsa – 6:47

An awkward, wet feeling brushed across Elsa’s cheek. With a disgruntled groan, the pale skinned girl reluctantly opened her eyes and was met with the icy blue gaze of a young Siberian Husky. She stroked her hand down the back of its neck and pushed it slightly, easing the animal off her bed. “Olaf,” she muttered groggily. She gripped a corner of her blanket and wiped it against her cheek in an effort to clean off the slobber. She stretched her arms out and emitted a loud yawn, relaxing her muscles as she forced herself up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, smacking her mouth. Ew… she thought, tasting the morning breath. She smiled meekly at the white dog as it jumped onto the bed beside her, pushing his head under her arm in a plea of attention. Elsa obliged, scratching the pup under its chin as she glanced toward the closed blinds of the window. She could see the light shining through the cracks of the blinds. Suddenly, her heart sank and an overwhelming feeling of dread washed over her. The sudden realization of what today was finally arrived. It was the first day of the school year. She let out a heavy sigh and narrowed her eyes at the digital clock.
6:48
A gleeful Olaf perked up at its owner and stood on her lap, his front paws against her chest. “Dammit, Olaf. Next time, wake me up later…” She began to shift on the bed, motioning the canine to get off.

Elsa brought her hands up to her face, wiping the crust off in hopes that doing so would wake her up some more. She trudged over to her bedroom door and pulled it open. The brightness of the rest of the house compared to her bedroom blinded her for a moment. She parents always loved to let the sun in. It annoyed her. She always preferred her space dimly lit. As she made her way down the hall, Olaf eagerly at her heel, Elsa noticed her younger sister Anna’s bedroom door. A small huff escaped her as her lip curled slightly. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was up already, preparing for her first day. It wouldn’t surprise her. Her sister was always more energetic than her, almost unnaturally so. If anyone would be excited about starting the new school year it would be Anna. She entered the bathroom, having to remove Olaf from the room several times, and started to get ready.

Dressed and packed, Elsa checked the time. 7:10 Her chest rose in aa heavy sigh. She was really dreading this day. Despite her desire to be more worldly and more…sociable…the damage from years of isolation was done. She couldn’t see herself making too many friends. In three years of High School, Elsa had made little progress. She had a few acquaintances, people she would talk to on occasion, but none of them really meant much to her. None of them really cared to get to know her. But, they were nice people. Maybe, this year would be different. Maybe someone who isn’t paid to listen to her would make the effort to engage with her.

The seemingly sweet voice of her mother shook her train of thought.
“Elllllllsa, are you up, dear?”

Elsa rolled her eyes. She had always been so nagging. Maybe it was just her being protective but it sure as hell was overbearing. She grabbed her shoulder bag and walked out the hallway and peeked over the railing.

“Yes, mother…” she called down, trying not to sound irritated. “I’m about to leave.”

“Are you taking your sister?”

Elsa turned to face her sister’s door. Was she? She didn’t remember talking to her about rides. By now, her sister should have been ready. Maybe. She walked over to her door and gave three soft knocks.

“Anna, you ready? I’ll just, uh, wait in the car.” With that, she headed down the stairs, grabbing a piece of French toast from the breakfast table on her way out.

Her car wasn’t the most amazing thing in the world. It wasn’t exceptionally old but it lacked many of the features her classmates had. It was a simple pale blue 2006 Toyota Corolla, the most convenient thing about it being that she could charge her phone. The engine running, Elsa turned up the radio and closed her eyes, enjoying the early morning radio show as she waited for her sister. She took a bite of her toast and sighed. Once her sister enters the car, she’d drive the two of them to the magical world of Walt Disney High School. The only thing that eased her mind was having an art elective as her first class.

This was going to be a long day.

6:00 AM

The instant she heard the sound of her alarm clock going off, Mulan was awake and alert. She wasn't the type of person to waste time by snoozing the alarm for an hour or so, or the type of person to sleep deeply. In one fluid movement she rolled over, swung her arm in a controlled arc, and tapped just her index finger to the off button. Something she was able to do because of years of martial arts training, and years of trying to perfect that. Since the end of the last school year she hadn't missed the button once. Mulan slipped out of bed and began her morning routine. Starting with some stretches and warm ups in order to get her body moving and ready for the day ahead. Then it was off to the bathroom with a stack of clothing to get ready.

Once that was out of the way Mulan made her way through her house, walking past the dojo as she did. Even without glancing inside, she knew that her father was running his early morning Tai Chi class. The soft sound of feet sliding across the mats or the rustling of clothing was enough. The kitchen was just a short walk from there, where her mother was already up making breakfast. Morning greetings were passed around as Mulan set about helping her mother prepare breakfast. By the time they were finished, her father and grandmother had joined them. They all sat down for a pleasant family meal full of banter and teasing. Mostly between her father and grandmother.

With that done, Mulan returned to her room, grabbed her backpack and headed off to school. Her family was rather traditional in the fact that they didn't own computers, cellphones, or cars. The only reason they had a phone at all was because they ran a business. Even then, it had barely been allowed. Thus she walked to school every day, no matter the weather, it was only about a mile and a half away, so it wasn't too bad. And it was much healthier to walk anyway.

She made it with plenty of time to spare and got checked in without any problems. Having already memorized her schedule she knew that gym was her first class. Which was pretty perfect considering she was still warmed up and ready from her morning exercises and walk to school. As she rounded the corner to the gym, she recognized the person in front of her. Probably the only person in the school who could keep up with her in terms of all around athletics. There were people who were stronger, or faster, or more flexible. But she could out technique them all, and technique was what won a fight. "Peter Pannell!" She said, jogging a few steps forward to get even with said boy. "You still have not accepted my invite to come visit my family dojo. In China that would be considered very rude. Am I going to have to drag you there?" She hadn't actually formally invited him, but he was still more than welcome to train there is he wanted. Mulan was just doing it to confuse freshman. That was always fun.

"Oh hey Mulan, sorry I should have visited this summer but the kids had all sorts of stuff going on. Plus Tink didn't remind me, sorry." Peter yawned as he neared the gym door he stopped just outside. "Alright tell you what if I'm not busy this afternoon I'll come over. Anyway how was your summer?" He gave her one those warm friendly smiles that came so naturely. It always seemed as though Peter could brighten anyones day with compliment and a smile. However as he said the holographic blue pixie appeared glaring at Mulan like she wanted to kill her as Tinkerbell then showed Peter his class schedule. "Oh yeah, here's my schedule, lets see if we have any other classes together."

Tink started to hurl insults of a profane nature at Mulan so Peter quickly hit the mute letting the Chinese girl look at his schedule. Peter liked Mulan she was fun to hang around with and could keep up with his crazy fighting style. While Peter had never really trained he got into more fights than everyone else combined, mostly protecting the kids or someone else. Thus his strength came learning how opponents telegraph there moves and how he could respond to block them. Still he figured he should at least humor her and visit the dojo after all, Mulan was a one of his few friends as most people thought it weird that he was a adoptive father at his age. So they tended to avoid him even with his exetremly pleasent demeanor and lovable smile.

5:45

Barbara hadn't slept a wink yet, she was overwhelmingly nervous with going to school. This would be her second year at the highschool, but for most it would appear to be her first, since she tried to hard to blend into the walls. Her petite body curled up in the bed, legs pressed up into her chest as her dark, large doe eyes stared at the light peeking through the slits of the window blinds. She supposed it would be time to get up soon and she might as well start now. Slinking out of bed she went over to her plant that sat on the window sill. Her aunt would kill her if she saw what it was, but she was forbidden in Bambi's room. Bambi glanced to the door just to make sure it was locked, and granted it was. Plucking at the leaves, she tossed them in the garbage, examining the buds that were growing from it. "Not bad." she whispered to it. It was said somewhere that you were supposed to sing to plants to make them grow better, but Bambi never sang and her plants were doing just fine.

6:00

"Barbara?" A voice and a loud knocking came from outside the door, and Bambi jumped, knocking her plant on to the ground. Fuck!" she whispered sharply, her bony knees hitting the carpet fast as she scooped the dirt and plant back into it's container. "Barbara, I'll be taking your cousins to elementary school soon, so if you want a ride let me know." Bambi placed the plant back on the sill, upset that her stupidity had knocked it over in the first place. "I'll walk, thanks." Bambi called through the door, practically breathless from all the movement she had been doing with barely any sleep on her side. "Okay honey, make sure you have some breakfast and have a wonderful day at school." Bambi groaned, her aunt was overly nice at it made it seem like Bambi was a total asshole for being so introverted.

6:30

Waiting for her aunt and cousins to leave the house Bambi grabbed some clothes; a pair of slate grey leggings, a very lightweight maroon sweater, and a pair of black ankle high boots. She hurried to the bathroom, making sure her room door was locked behind her. Stripping of her pajamas, she hopped into the shower and washed her very shaggy brown hair. Getting out she blowed dried and straightened it, her bangs side swept across her forehead. Next was the usual toiletries acts; deodorant, teeth brushing, etc. Staring at herself while she got ready, Bambi was constantly reminded on how much she hated her freckles. The dark brown spots splattered across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes, even down her cheeks. Bambi applied make up to try to hide them, or at least lighten their appearance, and then a darker wine color lipstick she picked cause she was in the mood for it. Placing on her clothes and shoes she was ready to go.

7:00

Bambi hadn't got breakfast like her aunt had told her to, but she walked with the quickness of someone who had. Reaching the school in no time, Bambi swung off her backpack in the parking lot and bent down to look into it for her schedule. Finding the slightly crumbled piece of paper, she flattened it out on her knee and read it: Fine Arts. Phew, a sigh of relief. Bambi threw the paper back into her bag, and put the bag back over her arms. She was never into the whole one sided thing, it was all or nothing. Walking into the school, Bambi thought she'd like to find a vending machine first so she could at least have a bottle of water for the day. Finding the first one in the entrance of the school, she started to pull out some loose change in the pocket of her bag, hoping that it was enough.

4:00 AM
Up early as always, beast goes through his usual routine, 150 push-ups, 300 sit-ups, 100 squats, 10 sets of 50 with all of his weights arms and legs, an ice cold bath and a warm fiber filled breakfast. This was like every other day to him, after everything is said and done chances are that this year will be like any other it's as this thought is playing on his mind that he notices what his little sister is watching, her favorite cartoon 'Beauty and the Beast'. She always watched it the day that school started Eric wasn't really sure why but it always brings a smile to his face when he thinks back to the time when he just started filling out and she began calling him beastie, it was all innocent enough until his cousin's heard it and spread it across the school, it was then that he unfortunately had to make sure that nobody would ever call him beastie again, his lil sis not included of course.

6:00 AM
Eric checks his watch, his mind still wondering into the past but out of nowhere his mind changes direction completely, like a storm in the wind, funny enough out of everything that his mind could possibly wonder toward the first thing that flows like a river through his mind is "maybe this year the beast will find his beauty" , Eric chuckles at his own stupidity and shakes his head to erase these thoughts.

6:30 AM-7:00 AM
Getting this old heep started is always a problem, but at least his grandfather kept the body in good shape and its not like it leaves a plume of smoke when it starts.

Luckily today it gives Eric little trouble and his soon on his way to school.
Pulling up simply serves to remind him why he hates this place so much, all he really wants to do now is sit in his car until he hears that damn bell and that is exactly what he will do.

Mornings were her favorite part of the day. When the sky was awake, everything else seemed to liven up. The birds would be singing their lovely song, the sun shining and radiating warmth. Breakfast had some of the best food, too. Like chocolate waffles or bread with Nutella spread or yummy hot chocolate with whipped cream… and what was she thinking about again? Oh, right. Mornings. Usually, she would be up at 6AM on the dot, but she got a tiny bit overexcited about going back to school. She couldn't fall asleep until it was well past 4.

Anna tossed and turned in her bed, her lips quirked in a small smile as she dreamed of the perfect way to start the year. If she played her cards right, Elsa would be surrounded by a whole lot of new friends by the end of the day! She was vaguely aware of a disembodied voice, distant but somehow still loud, urging her to wake. It sounded oddly like her mother, but why would she be in school? That was weird. Her mother's voice followed her and Elsa as they went through their perfect first day, getting louder and louder until she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm awake!" She found herself responding as she slowly sat up, but remained unsuccessful in fighting off the vestiges of sleep that made her eyelids heavy. Anna lasted all of a second, just long enough to brush away the strand of hair that somehow went inside her mouth, before she slipped back into unconsciousness. "Just a few more minutes," she mumbled, but there was yelling again and boy, her mother's voice was very persistent.

"Anna, you don't want to be late on your first day back, do you?"

First day? That's right… it's the first day back!

Anna jolted upright, completely awake then, and scrambled off her bed in a hurry. The clock on her desk flashed 7:03, and above it, hanging on the wall, was a calendar with today's date highlighted and circled and crossed. A sense of giddiness filled her at once and she danced and sang her way to the bathroom. She moved quickly and finished getting ready within minutes. By the time Elsa called for her, doing what she liked to think was their super-secret knock, she was already dressed and has just finished styling her hair up in a messy bun. "Be there in a sec!" Her thoughts drifted back to her pleasant dream, to Elsa smiling happily as she talked to all her new friends, and it amped her up even more.

She left her room in a rush, eager to get her plans in motion, but had to race back inside a second later to grab her backpack, lying forgotten on the floor. Her notebooks had spilled out, and her pencils and pens were strewn everywhere. "I probably need those," she mumbled to herself, giggling at her silly blunder as she hurriedly packed up everything. Once she was ready, she slipped her arms through the straps and made her way back outside. Olaf was waiting for her by the stairs, and she bent over to give the white fluffball of cute a hug goodbye. "One warm hug a day keeps the cold away," she told him, and she smiled as he nodded his head, as though he understood exactly what she said.

To her surprise, her French toast had already been slathered in Nutella, sandwich style, and ready to go by the time she got to the dining room. Her mother was on her seat, sipping coffee, brows creased in worry as she gazed out the window. She gave Anna a small smile when she noticed her presence, and beckoned her over. Anna knew what she would say next. Every day, without fail, she would tell her this. Her mother gave her a quick peck on the forehead and handed over her breakfast, then: "Watch over your sister."
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Anna jumped in the passenger seat with a sheepish grin and pressed her palms together. "Sorry about the Else," she said, slightly winded from running all the way to the car. "I got so excited last night that I couldn't sleep, so naturally I woke up late, because you know I need like as close to eight hours of sleep as possible."

The ride to Disney High was quick, and with Anna as a passenger, there hadn't been one moment of silence. After they arrived, the redhead hooked her arm around her older sister's and beamed, pearly whites showing in an excited, ear-to-ear grin. Operation Happy Ending was a go!

The blue Toyota arrived at the school parking lot within 5 minutes. It was a good thing they arrived early; otherwise it would have been a pain getting into the lot as many other students would have been arriving around the same time. Elsa swerved into her designated parking spot and smiled over at her sister who was just chatting away the seconds. “We’re here,” she announced, grabbing her bag and making her way to Anna’s side. Elsa stuffed her left hand into the front pocket of her ice blue hood and rummaged for a folded piece of paper. As she did so she felt something tug at her free arm and looked over to see Anna linking their arms together. She felt the corner of her lip curl.

“Okay,” she started, removing the paper from her pocket and unfolding it as best she could with her left hand. “I have art class first. It’s on the first floor. I think most of the sophomore classes are on the first floor, too.” If her sisters first class was near then she’d most liely walk her there on her way to art. She began to walk toward the school, looking back at her car as she locked it. Bee-beep..that noise always satisfied her. Elsa noticed a few familiar faces around the school yard, though she never really interacted with them. As they neared the school, a nice looking convertible pulled up into its spot. He wouldn’t have taken any notice of it had it not been for reckless manner in which it was driven. A boy she recognized, Peter Pannell emerged from the vehicle following three young girls. Elsa couldn’t help but smile, the girls reminding her to Anna’s excitement when she first came to Disney. Actually, that same excitement could be said about Anna right now. Her sister was beaming, despite having little sleep. Classic Anna. That child just seemed to be a factory of boundless energy.

Elsa led her sister into the cafeteria which was where most students hung out before school actually started. She removed herself from Anna and took a seat at a nearby table, placing her bag on top of it. She didn’t plan to stay there long, just wanted to sit down for a moment. She looked at her schedule once again.

“What period do you have lunch?” she asked without removing her attention from the piece of paper. “I’ve got 6th" And it’d be nice to have lunch with my sister…

6:00 AM

Gene awoke with a start, smashing his fist hard upon the top of his alarm clock. He heard a crack, but ignored it and opened an eye. Six in the morning. Great. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes, before swinging his legs off the bed. He stared at the backpack that leaned against the wall, just beside the huge oak door that was the entrance to his room. It had his old time-y family crest embedded into it. A lamp, that of which a genie might live in, with smoke pouring out of it.

He got dressed and packed a few things into his backpack. He never did like school. Well, scratch that. He never like the people. They never actually liked him for who he was. It was always 'Hey can you get me...' or 'Hey so I was wondering...'. He was a rich kid, practically having money fly outta his backside. Sometimes he just sat and wondered what it'd be like to be a middle-class person, not so well off.

6:45

Having eaten breakfast, Gene left the house. Mansion, really, but he still left. He had his baggy, brown, backpack slung over his right shoulder. He could here a few things rattling around inside, probably just loose pencils and pens or something. As he walked, he tried not to think about the bad things that could happen. He tried to think that people wouldn't care about money, that they only cared about the person themselves.

He looked up, now, looking at the sun. It had just begun to shine above the horizon, though it wasn't too noticeable. Today is a new day, he thought. It'll all work out just fine. When he was half way there, he pulled out his class schedule from his pocket. Algebra II first. At least mathematics was his better subject. After another few minutes of walking, he arrived at the school. It was pretty big, looked like a nice place from the outside. He stopped for a moment, taking it all in. There were a few students filing in. He figured he may wind up being late.

He knew he was a bit early, so he sat down on a nearby step, and took out his phone. He fiddle around in his pocket for a second, pulling out some ear-buds. He shoved them in his ears and turned up his music, drowning out all other sounds. He checked the time every few minutes just to be sure he was not late.

Belle's eyes fluttered awake as she lay in bed, pleasantly surprised to find that infernal but necessary alarm clock was silent. She rolled over beneath her heavy duvet, glancing at the red numbers. She must have awoken early, but she felt surprisingly well-rested. She might as well get up now. No point going to sleep again when it was only a couple of minutes till six...

6:23 AM

Belle's eyes widened with horror, and she leapt out of bed. She double checked the alarm clock, the red letters suddenly glaring rather than smiling. With a sinking heart, she noted the clock's plug, which hung out of the socket slightly loose. "Damnit. Damnitdamnitdamnit..." She rushed into the bathroom, taking a speed record-worthy shower and clicking on the toaster as she ran to get dressed. "And first day of school, too. You've got to be kidding me..." She threw on a long-sleeved maroon tee, tucking it into a floral skater skirt and slipping on a pair of brown ankle boots. Toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, she knotted her hair into a loose bun, and swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Seeyadadgottagobye." She called as she left the house, every second glancing at her phone to make sure that she wasn't losing any more time than she'd already lost.

6:58 AM

Belle parked her car, glancing again at her phone. Huh. Ready in just over half an hour. And with only one broken mug, one stubbed toe and a broken nail? Very impressive. Belle glanced down at her schedule, still sitting in her car.

"It's a date." Mulan said, flashing a smile back at Peter. They weren't actually dating, and it wasn't really a date considering they would be surrounded by other people of all ages in the dojo. But to be honest, Mulan wouldn't have minded dating Peter. And this was a good way to get him some approval from her father if it was ever to actually happen. "It was pleasantly busy." She said in return to his question about summer. "Business really picks up over the summer." Business of course, referring to the family dojo. She was training to take over the dojo one day, and that meant teaching classes. Mainly over the summer and weekends. School, unfortunately always came first.

Mulan pulled her schedule out and rose an eyebrow at the angry, fairy-like hologram. Tink did not seem to like her all that much. Mulan set it aside for now and focused on the task at hand. She compared the two schedules and eventually gave a satisfied nod. "Looks like we share four classes, including the two important ones, lunch and gym." Mulan let out an annoying sigh. "I heard there's going to be a self defense week this year. I am not looking forward to that. I'll probably fail because I keep trying to correct the one in charge." She refused to call those types of people teachers, because they were all frauds and terrible at self defense. Most of the stuff they said wouldn't work in the slightest. She always got in trouble during that week because she'd shoved the one in charge aside and take over. Teaching the other students real self defense.

"Don't worry this year I'll hold you back. Besides maybe they get someone competent to teach the class." Some how Peter could take something bad and make it better. "Anyway lunch together will be awesome. Wait do you have off campus lunch? If so my treat." He pulled out his phone checking it quickly before smiling back at Mulan. "Still ten minutes to kill and I know the combination to where they keep the sports equipment." He said in a sing-song voice wondering if you had the same idea he did. Peter hoped that they would have some time to spare or just practice of course sitting down and catching up would be awesome to.

Suddenly her earlier comment clicked into his head. Mulan had said date, she considered this a date? Well it could be she wasn't exactly your average girl. Still Peter did like the idea and Mulan was great company so why not? I mean she was smart, driven, and could kick his ass. Peter decided he would consider asking her out on a proper date if this went well it's not like anyone else had shown much interest in him and Mulan was very pretty. Deciding it would be best not think about this now he turn attention back to Mulan awaiting a answer.