Priscilla set down a large plate of fries on their table. The group was greeted with a pleasant smell of their favorite, crispy Friday night treat. They all couldn't help but squeal a bit in excitement, which was a bit out of the ordinary considering it was just fries and they were all well over the age of twelve.

"How much do I owe you?" Sinbad pulled out his leather wallet, almost bragging about how he was more than willing to pay.

Priscilla made a gesture declining his offer. "It's on the house, now that my favorite couple is together." She cast the spotlight on Spartos and Pisti who sat side by side one another blushing.

"It's thanks to Yamuraiha apparently," Drakon said. He was a tall and polite man that Yamuraiha liked the minute she met him, well met him again. "Pisti and Sharrkan told me she was the mastermind behind all of it."

"Ah I knew if I ever got the chance to meet her again she'd be a great girl," Hinahoho patted Yamuraiha on the back. She had also met him again for the second time and he left just as good an impression as Drakon did.

Priscilla smiled at Yamuraiha. "Why aren't you just fantastic?" She let out a gentle laugh. "I'll be back in a moment, other tables to serve." And she strutted towards the other tables.

Yamuraiha watched her leave. Now was her chance to do something good for Sharrkan. She was sure that if she could get to talk to her after she would finish working she could also convince her to go out with Sharrkan.

"How is the play coming along?" Jafar asked as he pushed away a fry that Sinbad kept poking his face with.

"Okay I guess, I don't have many scenes, but I have to be there almost everyday for practise after school," Sharrkan said with a mouthful of fries, "at least I'm not a tree like Masrur."

Masrur grunted.

"Well, it's still an important part," Jafar reassured him, "we're going no matter what part you have, right Sinbad?" Jafar turned to face his blank face. "That's what we're doing right, because we have to support our friends." His face turned dark and that must have been enough to scare Sinbad into nodding.

"Well Yamuraiha got the lead," Pisti said.

Yamuraiha scratched the back of her neck. "I wouldn't really call Ophelia the lead- but-"

"You have the third most amount of lines in the play," Sharrkan said flatly, "just accept the fact that you're good at something and be on your way." He threw a fry in his mouth.

"You do tend to undermine yourself," Spartos added, causing him to receive a sharp nudge and glare from Pisti.

"No, they're right. I have to work on being less negative," she said lightly. It was true that she had always been brushing off compliments and achievements for most subjects. She thought that it was her being humble, but really it wasn't. Whenever someone mentioned her looks or a talent that didn't involve school she would more than likely reject it.

"That's more like it!" Sinbad beamed.

"Huh I didn't expect you to listen to me," Sharrkan sipped his water. He was acting strangely the past few days according to Yamuraiha. It was almost as if he was afraid to say something to her.

"What can I say I enjoy growing as a person," she boasted.

Sharrkan winced. "Ugh, just that one sentence gave me such bad second hand embarrassment I felt my heart burn."

Yamuraiha laughed. This was the Sharrkan she liked. Actually, she liked every side that she's seen to him so far. He was helpful, more so than anyone else in school, even if he would mock her while helping he would find a way to motivate her. Kind- she loved that trait about him. Sure, he wasn't enveloped in the same gentle kindness as Spartos was and most of his good deeds were accompanied by him rolling his eyes and judging her- but it was genuine. Everything about him was genuine. He spoke freely, he laughed freely, and moved as he pleased.

"So are you going to stare at me or make a good comeback?" He had interrupted her thoughts.

"Nope, no comeback this time." She couldn't believe the words that left her mouth. Usually she would at least try to throw a half serious insult at him. She did find herself staring at him the past few days too. It was hard not to- something about him caught her eye and it was so natural for her to find him.

"Can we focus on the importance that is spring break?" Pisti slammed down a large map onto the table. "I thought we could have a bit of guidance on the road."

"There's this thing called GPS," Sharrkan poked fun at her useless map.

"You'll appreciate the map if we get lost and your GPS won't be able to tell you where the nearest bank is,"

"Why would we need a bank?" Jafar asked, the exasperation in his voice only got more intense with every word.

"Because we need money because we got lost,"

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be smarter to find a gas station?" Yamuraiha argued. "And why would we even need a bank in the first place if we already have our money beforehand?"

Pisti crossed her arms and pouted. "You guys never listen." She rolled up her map quickly. "I feel very unappreciated in this group."

"Oh come on, do you even know how to read a map?" Spartos asked her.

Pisti opened her mouth to say something then closed it again.

"Exactly. Which is why we'll just be using GPS and our phones." Jafar said. He straightened his back and pulled out his phone and a notebook. "I have everything under control. This notebook has information on nearby stores if we ever need something." He flipped through the color coded pages proudly. "And on my phone I have three different routes planned out in case one doesn't work, I'll also be putting these routes onto the R.V.'s system so that it'll be easier to follow for the driver."

"Which- aren't you the driver?" Sharrkan asked.

"Yes, but I like to make my job easier." He tucked away his phone and notebook. "Is everyone able to go? It'll be in about month from now." He turned to Yamuraiha, "you don't need to bring a lot of stuff, Sinbad's place down on the west coast has everything. You'll need about a hundred dollars for souvenirs, but me and Sinbad will provide everything else- but clothing." He glared at Sharrkan who had a guilty expression on.

"I still have to ask my dad-"

"That's fine, just tell us ahead of time okay?" Sinbad added. "Is anyone else on the fence about going or-?"

"Sorry, I can't make it. I promised the kids to go on our own road trip," Hinahoho said.

"I can't come either, business trip up north." Drakon spoke up and he stood up. "It's eight already, I have to get back home, I promised my wife I would be home early today." He straightened out the cuffs on his blazer and waved to them. "Sorry to be so abrupt, I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago."

"It's fine, we understand!" Pisti reassured him. "Have fun at home!" She waved goodbye to him along with everyone else.

The next hour was filled with their conversations on the trip. They told stories about their past experiences involving spring break (a lot of which were technically either immoral or illegal) and tried to catch Yamuraiha up on the past years that she had missed. Truthfully, she did feel left out, she really wished that she could have gone back and have been there.

"It's fortune cookie time!" Priscilla dashed in with a tray of cookies and placed them on the table for everyone to take. "Did any of yours come true from the last time?"

The group grumbled amongst one another, trying to remember what their fortune even said. Their confused looks turned to Pisti as she gasped so loudly that even the other customers to face them.

"LOVE WILL COME TO YOU IN THE FORM OF RED!" she exclaimed as she grabbed Spartos' hair. "RED! LOOK IT'S TRUE! PRIS YOU DID IT AGAIN!" she squealed in excitement.

Priscilla nodded. "Well, would you look at that." She put her hands on her hips and smiled.

Spartos didn't seem as excited as she, it was understandable because his locks were being pulled from his scalp by a bouncing Pisti.

"Oh I think mine came true also," Jafar said. "It was something about being highly disappointed in a man with too much power." He gave a spiteful side eyed glance towards Sinbad who seemed to be perplexed on who Jafar might be talking about.

"Mine didn't come true," Yamuraiha admitted. The cryptic 'stay away from water' didn't seem to happen yet. Maybe it was related to her being Ophelia in the play and drowning.

"It will eventually, I don't know why, but they always do," Sharrkan added.

"I think it's because they're so general they could fit any situation." Priscilla said. "But it's fun to pretend it's magic no? It's like real life foreshadowing." She stretched out her hand and yawned. "Anyways guys, we're closing up in about ten. I can't let you stay let today cause I have to stay up and clean tonight."

Now was Yamuraiha's chance. She had to ask her before it was too late. "Hey, Priscilla," she said trying to be casual, "can I talk you after work- it's about, uhm-" Yamuraiha tried to think of an excuse because she couldn't tell her that she wanted to play Cupid for her and Sharrkan. "How you make pancakes."

Priscilla raised an eyebrow. "I honestly googled it. My dad gave me a recipe but I don't play by the rules," she paused noticing the desperation in Yamuraiha's face. "But I guess I can stay a bit after work and teach you some stuff."

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After everyone left, Yamuraiha patiently waited for Priscilla to come out of the kitchen. She couldn't believe how nervous she was getting. It wasn't the same type of excited nervousness she had experienced with Pisti when she was trying to push her to ask out Spartos. She felt sick to her stomach as if Priscilla would say something about her and Sharrkan that would change their friendship.

"Sorry I took so long cleaning the kitchen, now what did you want to ask me about? And I know for a fact that it's not pancakes." Priscilla came out with a hand on her hip and tray of tea in the other one. "This is on me." She set the tray down.

"Thanks," Yamuraiha took a cup and brought it up to her lips. "I wanted to ask you about Sharrkan," she said in a strained voice.

Priscilla stopped stirring her tea as soon his name left Yamuraiha's lips. "Yes?"

"You like him right?" Yamuraiha knew her voice cracked.

"Yes."

There was a sudden pain in her heart. "Oh," she said quietly. It was hard for her to gather a response. Didn't she want Priscilla to like Sharrkan? Wasn't she excited about bringing them together?

"You like him don't you?" Priscilla's kind eyes turned into shifty ones.

A snap. That's what she swore she heard in her heart. The same sound of a dry twig snapping. Priscilla had said the very words that she didn't even think she would ever hear in her life regarding him. And what was worse that she did.

"Uhm,"

Priscilla shook her head. "Ah, I knew it," she said slowly. "I knew it," she whispered again. She wiped away from the corner of her left eye. Yamuraiha was uncertain as to what she should have thought. Priscilla was visibly upset and Yamuraiha was doing the opposite of what she wanted to do.

"I didn't come here to talk to you about liking him. I came here because I wanted to bring you two together!" Yamuraiha exclaimed. "I thought that you guys would-"

"Oh give it a rest." Priscilla interrupted her. "I know that you really like him, and I'm pretty sure you do too, but you're the type that'll deny it." She took a slow sip of her tea.

Yamuraiha felt the back of her neck become hot. Priscilla was a completely different person than she was before. "Maybe I do like him, but you guys suit each other much better-"

Priscilla set down her cup. "Yes, well I'm not going to chase after someone who I know is not interested." Her finger traced the cup. "I already told him I liked him. And I really like him." She sighed. "But it's fine, really and if you go after him I promise I won't do anything to try and ruin your chances."

"Yeah, but I don't want to go after someone if my friend likes them," Yamuraiha admitted. She felt like crying. It was overwhelming for her to argue against her feelings, but she had to. And besides it was obvious that Priscilla had liked him for much longer that had to count for something.

"If you're going to base your whole life around not hurting people you'll get nowhere." She took another sip of tea, except this time her hands were shaking as she drank. "I'm old enough not to throw a tantrum and look at me-" her voice cracked and her face flushed. "I don't want the person I like to not be with someone else just because I like him," her voice became even more strained as a tear streamed down her face. "I'm not that bitter."

"You're clearly not happy about this, I shouldn't have said anything I'm so sorr-"

"No-no, stop." She wiped away the tears off her cheeks. "It's fine, Yamuraiha honestly. I can handle it."

"Yeah but-"

"No buts- okay? This is good. You're giving me a reason to move on." She took Yamuraiha's hand. "I'll root for you- honestly. I know from experience how hard it is when other girls hate you just for the feelings that you can't control." She smiled again, except this time Yamuraiha knew without a doubt it was genuine.

And just like that Priscilla's blunt and cold attitude melted into something that is only witnessed through books and movies.

"Come on," she said. "I'll drive you home."

And Yamuraiha nodded.

A longer chapter. I know this may seem sudden, liking someone is sudden though so I thought it fit especially in her case. Also I wanted two girls to be friends despite liking someone. Its too often that two girls are against each other just because of someone else. I wanted to show that she would be bitter, but still act maturely. I finished this because the reviews kept me going. Everytime I want to quit your reviews help me