Fourteen year old Fiyero Tiggular wasn't exactly experienced with girls. Oh, sure, he had girls who happened to be friends, but he never had a girlfriend.
So he wasn't expecting that asking his cousin's best friend Iris to dance would lead to being out in the gardens watching the falling stars that his mother mentioned to him.
"Fiyero, what did you wish for?" Iris asked, holding his hand, their fingers entwined.
"It's supposed to be bad luck to tell," Fiyero said with a grin.
"Ohh, please tell me! I'll keep it a secret!"
"I wished that we could just stay like this," Fiyero said, noticing that the red head's cheeks were starting to match her hair.
"That's so sweet!" Iris looked up at the night sky, "But if we did, we'd eventually freeze to death."
"My, aren't we pessimistic!"
"Not pessimistic, just…sensible," Iris grinned at the prince who she was curled up against. "Well, aren't you going to ask me what I wished for?"
"What did you wish for?"
"Peace. Peace everywhere."
"Yeah right," Fiyero snorted, "no one who's sensible would wish for that?"
"Oh, and why not?"
"Because it wouldn't hold. I mean, sure, if may for the first couple years, but eventually it'll break and things will just get worse!"
"Now who's pessimistic?"
"Touche."
Iris kissed him on the cheek, "I like you Fiyero, I like you a lot."
"I think I like you too," Fiyero said while looking up at the brightest star in the sky.