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My Day 26 fanfic has a special dedication.
This is for @DoubleTrouble7 because you inspired me to think of this.
I'm glad you and I are friends and would never be enemies!
I hope you all like this!
Enemies
At the end of the night, it was just a lonely piano playing a lonely tune in a lonely club to a lonely and solitary man.
The lonely man was smiling, his indigo lips curled up in the memory of the most joyful night he had had in many a while.
Yet he was alone in the audience at the Enchanted Grotto as the piano played its last chord of the evening.
The piano player walked slowly over to the man's table and sat down with him.
The man lifted the brim of his hat, saw the piano player, and then removed his hat completely, setting it on the tabletop.
"Hello, friend."
Swen smiled a little, sympathetically. "Hello, Prince."
Peekablue looked furtively to either side.
Swen gestured in a reassuring way with their hand. "It's okay. We're the only ones here."
The prince relaxed. "I'm sorry, Swen, but . . . I suppose I'm feeling a little vulnerable . . . a little melancholy. Well, . . . I suppose it's just the end-of-the-night let-down."
Swen nodded. "I can see it in your eyes. But I think maybe it's more than that." They paused. taking an even more compassionate tone. "Wanna talk about it?"
Prince Peekablue tilted his head a little, reflecting.
"You saw those kind gentlewomen sitting with me earlier?"
"I sure did."
"Well, if I've ever seen a sweeter couple than that singer and her girlfriend, I can't say that I remember it. And I was just thinking, with me . . ." He paused, then looked earnestly across the table at Swen.
"Do you suppose some people are just lucky in love, Swen?"
The piano player straightened up, and looked downward, contemplating. After a moment, they answered.
"Luck may be how people find love, but how they keep it," they said, looking up again, "that's all about what they put into it." They looked At Peekablue poignantly.
The prince met their eyes, and narrowed his own slightly.
Suspiciously.
"What they put into love, huh? Well, maybe it's also about how much they can trust each other. Don't you think . . . Swen?"
Swen drew back a little and turned their head slightly away, without taking their eyes off of Prince Peekablue. "Oh, those eyes." they said slowly.
"I can't do this anymore."
And a transformation took place, like a creeping black ooze flowing over Swen's features and entire body, causing it to slim and extend and reform. And a new shape solidified as the blackness withdrew.
"It's Swen's night off. You got me, honey," Double Trouble said with weariness.
Peakablue didn't even blink.
Instead, he just shook his head.
"But I don't. That's the point. I've got memories and I've got regrets. That's all." He sat back in his chair and folded his arms.
After a moment, Double Trouble raised erect in their chair.
And applauded.
"Oh, hooray! How sweet for you! Memories are all you actually wanted! Whereas I had a fabulous time at Princess Prom!" And their grin faded. "Oops. Looks like you missed a memory" they remarked coldly.
Prince Peekablue frowned and replied slowly and distinctly, with great bitterness.
"When I discovered that my date had already had their fun with me in an exciting game of deceiving and relationship-wrecking, Princess Prom seemed a bit anticlimactic. I didn't want to waste your time."
Double Trouble looked a little hurt. "What about the fun you had, . . . with me?"
The prince turned away. "Let's not make this any worse, okay?" He paused. "You can go now."
Double Trouble hesitated with an aggrieved look. They stood up.
Then they stopped.
"You're right. I can go. But . . . but I'm not going to." And they sat back down.
Peekablue looked at them in annoyed surprise. "What?"
Double Trouble shook their head.
"I didn't come here to give you a hard time, bluebell honey, and I sure didn't come here to take one, either."
They leaned forward on the surface of the table, offering their hands.
"I came here because I truly missed you."
Peekablue cast their eyes downward as Double Trouble continued.
"Please."
Peekablue glanced their direction, and Double Trouble was looking him earnestly in the eyes.
"Let's not be enemies."
Peekablue gave them a wry smile. "You know we can't go back, DT."
"I don't want to. Back is so boring! Been there before, darling, and we've done it to death. How about we try something new?"
The prince raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Like what?"
Double Trouble smiled. "Like being friends. Friends. Can we do that, at least?"
Peekablue hesitated, but said nothing.
"I'm trying something new, bluebell. I'm a citizen of Bright Moon now. I've even got a job with the queen."
Peekablue nodded. "I know that," he said and pointed to his eye with one forefinger. He grinned with a little bit of mirth. "Far-sight. I've been watching you, too, you know."
"See?!" Double Trouble squealed. "This was meant to be!"
"Maybe . . ." Peekablue held one hand out over Double Trouble's open hands and let it hover. "No lies."
Double Trouble shook their head. "Friends don't lie to each other. I've learned that lesson, honey, and I'm sticking with it." And their voice took on a solemn tone. "Only the truth."
Peekablue placed one hand on Double Trouble's.
Double Trouble grinned. "That and, of course, the kind of trouble that friends always seem to get into . . . together!" they added with a sparkle in their eyes.
Peekablue put his other hand on Double Trouble's and smiled.
"That sounds good."
He squeezed his friend's hands warmly.
"I've missed you, too."
