I Wish…

My name is Adelaide Louise Clark, but my best friend calls me Addie, in her words,

"There's only one Adelaide, and she expresses her feelings via Brooklyn-accented song; besides your whole name sounds like you were shot from the womb wearing a Miss America sash and berating the servants".

I myself prefer it too, but I guess my original name is fine-Bunny did kind of kill it with her imagery though.

My best friend is Bunny Harrison, and she's actually a really nice person, but at the same time she is an evil genius. Not to say that she's too book smart, she continually flunks Algebra every semester, but somehow she comes up with these strange elaborate ideas that would make Wiley Coyote blush.

She knows things, sometimes before they happen.

We've been best friends since she was twelve and I was fourteen, so at the beginning of this tale we'd been friends for almost six years then.

Funny story about how we met actually; we were doing a variety show together that our hometown hosted every year to raise money for military veterans, I had a solo and she was one of the chorus girls.

She was very shy back then, but from what little conversation we'd had at that point she always struck me as very honest. So when I was having trouble deciding which dress to wear for my song, I asked her for her opinion.

Later she would tell me she was so flattered by my asking her, because she as she says, "Being spoken too by someone not only one of the older girls, but also someone with a solo was a dream come true."

Then she said I looked like Nina Dobrev from Vampire Diaries in one of the dresses, we geeked out over the TV show and have been friends ever since.

By the time we got into OUAT we were inseparable. RumBelle: Making long-lasting sisterhoods since 2011.

The day we left was December 17th, 2013. I remember because I'd been savoring my newly found freedom from NYU as an engineering major and Bunny made a trip up to my dorm to visit for winter vacation-which of course we'd be spending by catching up on Season 3 of OUAT.

We hadn't seen each other since summer, so I was very excited, I even cleaned my room and decided to wear nice clothes! Not that Bunny would mind, she knew I wasn't very fashion savy, and even if I was I didn't have the time or money for it.

By the way, what kind of fashion sense do you assume a person named Bunny has? Something very girly and chic? 60's hippie maybe?

Well, not for her! Bunny liked to wear dramatic dark makeup and dressed like a gothic steampunk girl. Despite the fact she had an upbeat smile, she tended to look like she had no soul. Not that I ever judged her, after all she was also a makeup genius, helping me on more than one occasion.

It often made us look like a contrast of each other; I generally liked wearing neon tank tops and yoga pants. They were just always comfy, and I know that Bunny claims she owns mainly comfortable fitting things-Lord knows the fabrics, she wears do look very touchable- but I just never had the energy for the makeup and coordinating that she does.

Tip for future college students: College is about three things good grades, good social life, and adequate sleep. Pick two, welcome to college!

Bunny was so organized that that morning, she came around 10:30 in the morning with a suitcase in one hand and grocery bags in the other.

"I. LOVE YOU!" I screamed as I ran over to hug her.

"Didn't you love me before I brought you groceries?" She asked, her heavily lined eyes twitching in a joking manner.

I played along, trying hard not to smile, "Mmmmmmaybe."

She let out a dramatic gasp and placed her things down, "Then I don't feel bad about buying from the clearance rack!"

Bunny was seventeen years old at the time, working part-time at Starbucks in Queens, and saving up most of her money to buy a place of her own once she turned eighteen. I always offered her a place in the dorm since I knew the orphanage would kick her out by then, but she had a very Do-It-Yourself attitude so she declined with the promise of sleeping on my couch most of the time anyway.

Might have been good that we didn't live together, I mean I didn't stipulate to the idea that we'd grow to hate each other, but I was never around so it would seem kind of pointless.

I loved engineering, and I was fully intending to use it to the best of my ability. I plan to cure something, but everyone is trying to cure cancer so I'm putting that on the back burner.

I spent my whole high school career trying to get into my dream college; I made Salutatorian at Mercy High School second to my friend Brian who got Valedictorian, I pulled all nighters every night, I joined five clubs, and frackin' memorized the Periodic Table of Elements.

Seriously.

When I told Bunny she gave me a look that I'd only seen her give the television when we switched to HBO.

But today wasn't about that, today it was about relaxing and spending time with my best friend.

For the next few hours, after realizing the groceries were really just cookies and popcorn, we hung around catching up about things. I told her about the almost faculty strike last week, the singing math nerds who serenaded this one girl for Valentine's Day, and she told me about the time a guy called the cops on her at Starbucks because she got his order wrong.

She said she wasn't kidding, but a part of me is praying she is.

"See its assholes like these that make our society look stupid." I told her.

"Its assholes like these that give my manager an excuse to hold onto my paycheck for longer than she should."

I nodded, "Still a bitch huh?"

"She's the manager, the person who is supposed to be there to make sure everything works, and she clocks out early more than four times a week." She shook her head angrily, "It's like, "Bitch, who the frack were you sleeping with? You don't even know how to do your job."

"Didn't she yell at you because someone stole the tip jar?"

Bunny nodded vigorously, "Yeah! And I would've run after them, but she's told me multiple times that I'm not allowed to do that, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Come to me, watch Once Upon A Time, and relax."

"I like that. Let's do that."

So that's just what we did. We put in Season 2 so we could get back into the flow of the plot and began our marathon. We'd gotten up to the one with Frankenstein when I noticed two shooting stars in a row outside.

"Bunny, shooting stars! Make a wish!"

"Cool!" She said, bowing her head in prayer, then peeked an eye open, "What are we wishing for?"

"Anything we want."

"Well, multiple shooting stars is rare, I'd like to think that whatever we wish for will come true at this point. Especially if we wish together."

"Bunny, are you going back to that Wicca stuff again?"

"It's not Wicca, I dabble in Celtic/Pagan practices, but I didn't change my religion."

I sighed, "Well fine, what do you propose we do?"

"Wish for the most outrageous thing, but think of a slightly less unrealistic back up, something like… Going into the world of Once Upon A Time."

I laughed, liking the ridiculousness of it, "Yeah. But let's make a plan, and be specific about the wish, as we've learned: the Devil's in the details."

"Good point. Okay, so which episode do we start out with?"

"Season 2? Be much easier to get around since magic is there, could help out the heros, and at least they'd believe us when we said we come from a different world?"

"I'm likin' this. So okay, probably somewhere around episode 3?"

"Yes. We'll wind up inside the line by the 'Welcome To Storybrooke' sign so we know where we are, and if we get separated during the trip there rendezvous at Granny's?"

She nodded, "Deal."

We laughed and then stopped awkwardly, I sighed and said,

"Now I feel a little depressed."

"Because we planned an impromptu vacation to a magical TV show, or that in said TV show John Gilbert is in charge of our health?"

"Well you didn't have to mention that!"

"Yeah, that would suck."

"Okay, have we made our wishes?"

She nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Okay let's just watch then." We turned to the TV screen, "John Gilbert in charge of my personal health, now I'm gonna have nightmares!"

"Sor-ry!" She said.

While we were entertained by the newest additions once we got up to them, our expectations of a good night's sleep were slightly hindered when the Dark Hollow episode came up right as we fell asleep. And though I didn't have any nightmares involving Pan or Dr. Frank, we'd just come across something far more frightening…


Hey guys! Hope you all enjoyed that and will enjoy chapter 2, I'm still deciding on whose love interest with who in the show. I have some ideas but I wanna hear your's and get an idea of what you think of the girls. Love you all! Virtual Cookies and Fairy/Pixie Dust to whoever reviews! :D