Hurry, hurry read! Because I'm not going to ruin the surprise of which fairy tale it is for you just yet! Such a nice looong chapter just for you!

Oh and before anyone gets excited about the title, there is no kissing. I just liked the idea, mostly because as a child I found the saying ridiculously confusing, I mean, what does lipstick and eyeshadow have to do with apologizing? And I'm going for confusing, right? Riiiight.

Kiss and Make-up

The fairy tale fades in and I quickly identify it as a forest. Something about all the trees really gives it away. Sarcasm.

I quickly skim through fairy tales where I start off alone in the forest. A lot. I then go through and pick out all the ones that have more that one princess.

Nothing.

How is it that there are just about no tales with double princesses!

I must have missed one.

I carefully skim back through all the forest tales. Nothing. I skim through all the fairy tales I can think of. 12 dancing princesses I suppose, but we already did that!

Albeirt must have pulled off a miracle because I can't think of a single fairy tale that involves two female and male leads!

Where's Albeirt. I'll even take Lexi, but I REFUSE to go into this blind!

"Lexi! Albeirt!" I shout into the trees, my voice reverberating off into the dark moonlit woods. They don't show up quick enough for me, so I take another deep breath when suddenly a rustle behind me startles me and sends me coughing on all the air.

I spin around just in time to see Lexi zoom out of the bushes, spinning and swerving dangerously. I am not sure how to take the high pitched noise she is making, but I quickly settle on a happy screech.

I look around fearfully, reasonably certain that anything that can make Lexi this happy cannot be good for me. Fortunately for me, Albeirt follows quickly behind her, ready to translate Lexi screech. He needs only see my look of fear as I watch Lexi perform loop-de-loops to know what I am thinking.

"She's excited that she got a part," he explains.

And just to affirm what he said I hear Lexi twitter above me, "I got a part! I got a part! I'm PUCK!"

"Well, that's just great," I say sarcastically, "I'm sure I would be much more impressed (or fearful) if I had any idea what this fairy tale was!"

It is Albeirt's turn to grin proudly, "Took me forever to find a good one, an we were lucky the curse had it, you're in A Midsummer Night's Dream!"

I stare at him silently, not quite sure how to react. On one hand, it was pretty clever, I'd all but forgotten about Shakespeare. I know what you are thinking, Shakespeare's not a fairytale. Actually, technically, he wasn't a realizer either. I mean, he writes plays! Where every word is scripted. But the fact of the matter is that there was this whole controversy while he was alive about whether his plays should count because some of the council really liked his plots and they argued that the plays were open enough to interpretation. Of course Shakespeare never got involved, he was never particularly concerned about it, he just kept writing his plays as always. Finally after he died they decided to accept Romeo and Juliet. Well after that they HAD to do 12th Night as well, which opened the doors for As You Like It, then there was no stopping all of them from being accepted. They take up quite a section in the Collection. However, because they were so controversial, they weren't all that common of fairy tales and they sort of faded into the background, overshadowed by all the "Cinderella"s and "Beauty and the Beast"s. Which brings me to the other hand, I have only the FAINTEST idea how this story goes!

Lets see, there's two couples of angst-y teens. The first L… L something, and Hermia? Or was it Helena? Grimm I don't remember any of this! Alright well anyway, then there's this Dimitrius fellow who like's the L guy's girl and the other girl who is the first one's friend who falls for Dimitrius. They all run into the forest where Puck (Oh, curses, LEXI is Puck!) puts a love potion on the first guy who falls for the previously lonely girl, leaving the other guy and the first girl to- no wait, that sounds wrong!

Yeah, I'm confused too. Lets just go with there is a love potion and I don't remember ogre crap past that.

I am pulled out of my thoughts as Lexi comes flying into the back of my head.

BLOODY-

I spin around to see Lexi rubbing her head at my feet. "Settle down! Go find Jaz or something!" I order her.

Ha! I ordered Lexi!

I turn to Albeirt before Lexi can do anything to ruin that moment. I am reluctant to admit to him that I really have no idea what is going on, but… now that I at least know what the tale is… I'm sure it will come to me… "So, what are you doing here?" I ask, sure that if I can keep him talking maybe he'll say something that jogs my memory.

He grins, "I got a part too," he says shyly, yet looking terribly proud. I guess getting a part is something prestigious in here or something. Well I seem to have a starring role in all of these tales and let me say it is not all it is cracked up to be. I smile all the same, "That's great!" I lie. I suppose that's the nice thing about Shakespeare as opposed to all these fairy tales, more parts. "Well, who are you?" I prod.

" Oberon, the fairy king," he grins even wider, "and that's not even the best part!" he says, getting even more exited now.

"No kidding!" I indulge him.

"Adele's the fairy queen, Titania!"

I squeal, loud and girl like. "Albeirt, that's awesome! What are you still doing here?"

He looks at me, suddenly nervous, "I'm shy," he admits. Wow, wouldn't have guessed that one. "Besides, what if you need help or something?" He says worriedly. "What if- 'cause I know this isn't the easiest fairy tale. I'm sorry I shouldn't have chosen such a difficult one, how can I possibly expect you- and for me to just leave you-"

"Albeirt!" I interrupt before he can work himself up too much. "I'll be fine," I assure him, now more certain than ever that I will just have to figure it out on my own. "Now shoo before I have to go find Adele myself," I tease.

"But- But what do I say?" he says nervously, "I'm going to do something stupid again and she'll think I'm some sort of-"

"Albeirt," I say slowly, "Just go up to her and start off exactly like you did with me, mention how you and Lexi are really excited to have a part, maybe make a joke about how Lexi-"

"Joke!" Albeirt flusters, "But- but I'm not funny! And it's so much easier to talk to you than Her. You're- you're just like another guy. I say something stupid around you and you'll make fun of me and it's done with, but, what if what if-"

"Gee, thanks Albeirt," I say flatly. "I just love being told that I'm not feminine enough."

"See!" he says, turning red and practically at the end of his rope. "What if I say something like that!"

"Well then don't!" I chuckle, trying to make some light jokes and settle him down again. "Look, two things every girl likes to hear, just tell her she's pretty and ask her if she needs help with anything. Can you handle that?" I say slowly.

"Yeah, pretty, help, pretty help, I- I can do that," Albeirt says a little more calmly.

"Good, and if you run into anymore trouble come find me," and with that I push him off in the direction of the woods.

"Alright, thanks! Pretty, help, pretty, help," he mumbles as he starts walking off.

"And having trouble thinking of a conversation starter doesn't count as an emergency!" I call after him.

Grimm, am I glad I'm not a PAB. I'm pretty sure I would go crazy.

I sigh. What's next?

I suppose I should go find-

"Donovan!" I shout, caught by surprise as, speak of the villain, he walks right out of the bushes.

Donovan looks up, not expecting to see me there I suppose, though I will bet anything the curse redirected him around to arrive here at this exact moment. He looks at me, back at the woods, at me one more time then turns quickly to leave without even saying a word.

My stomach sinks, but I quickly move to catch him, "No, no- Donovan!" I trip forward and manage to catch him by the arm. He doesn't even turn to look at me but he stops at least. I have to scramble around him to at least see his face and even then he won't make eye contact.

His face is impassive and yet again I find myself wishing I knew what he was thinking. "Donovan," I say slowly, for once, at a lack for words.

"Look, I- I was thinking, I was practically ripping out my hair trying to figure out why I was so frustrated and tired and angry and why I wanted to kill you and myself at the same time." The words just start tumbling out and I'm not even sure what I'm saying anymore. "And I start to realize, and I'm not even sure when it happened, but we were joking around in Rapunzel and it was so much fun, it was easy and- and then it hit me that we were friends but I haven't been treating you like one, I've been a troll myself, but you've got to forgive me because I was crazy with lack of sleep and stress and- and- please, I just want to be friends again." I look up at him with a small smile.

His face hasn't changed. I feel a small inkling of doubt.

"You're sooo preetty, Dairson, what can I possibly do to help you," he whispers quietly, the straight line of his mouth forming into a little smile.

I grin widely. He's back.

"You heard that?" I chuckle. Taking the arm that I had yet to release and pulling him farther back into the clearing.

He just smiles this self-satisfied smile, "Yeah, I heard. Is that really the secret to winning over any girl?"

"Sure, I suppose," I shrug, "or at least it sure sounds good, right?" I grin.

"How about you? Are you just that easy to charm?" Donovan prods.

"Didn't you hear the rest of that conversation?" I say wryly, "I'm not much of a girl anyway, so I don't count," I chuckle.

Donovan says nothing for a moment, then, suddenly, "Thank you."

"For what?" I shrug.

"I'll let you decide," he says with another infuriating grin.

"Oh you jerk!" I shout, punching him playfully. "Fine," I pretend to pout, which is really much more difficult when I can't seem to stop smiling.

This mess is finally starting to look at least a little brighter.

"Alright, have you seen Jaz's Prince yet?" I say, getting just a touch more serious.

Donovan's face darkens instantly, "No have you?"

I instantly feel like I am being lied to. Now, don't get angry. I'm sure there is something I am interpreting wrong or something I just don't know yet.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" I ask, trying to say it jokingly.

"Nothing, nothing," he says dismissively. Really making this harder. "That Albeirt, seems kind of scatterbrained don't you think?"

"I'm sure if you'd be too if you were stuck in here controlling piles of puppets for who knows how long," I say quickly, eager to get back on the topic he is trying to navigate away from. He's hiding something and I'm going to find out what it- I stop myself, or at least reign in the curiosity a little. Step lightly, we don't want to make this difficult. Curse it, friendship is not supposed to be this delicate!

"Is there something you're not telling me?" I repeat slowly, "Something you don't think I should know?"

Donovan looks at me carefully, "Yeah." He nods, one word answer.

I make a face. I take a deep breath and try to relax before I scream.

Fine, we'll do it his way. I'll drop the subject, it's not worth the argument.

"So new topic then…" I say, skimming through the ever present list in my mind to decide what is next on my agenda.

"What fairy tale is this?" Donovan asks, saving me the trouble of transitioning.

"Midsummer Night's Dream," I say with a look.

Donovan makes a face, "You are kidding right? That barely counts as a fairy tale."

"Well, it's not my fault! Besides, how many fairy tales with two pairs can you think of?" I challenge, "we are lucky Albeirt was able to find this!"

"Well then who are you and what's going on?" Donovan teases, knowing perfectly well that I remember just about as much of this ridiculous play as he does.

"Yes well…" is all I manage.

"You don't even have a name?" Donovan insists.

"Well how about you?" I say defensively.

"You were the one who just talked to the puppet master, Dairson."

"Wouldn't help anyway."

"How d'you figure that?"

I sigh. "I can't remember which one does what," I admit.

"Well, there's a Hermia and a Helena-" Donovan starts.

"And which is the one that starts out with the guy she loves hating her?"

He pauses, "Ummm, the other one?"

"Exactly," I make a face. "Alright, so lets just say for the sake of trying to figure out the plot that Helena is the first and Hermia is the one running off to elope."

"I'd switch it," Donovan suggests.

"FINE, Hermia is the first and Helena is the one running off with…" I look pointedly at him, waiting for him to fill in whoever the girl is running off with.

"You want the guy names now? I can't just give you all the answers, now can I, Dairson, then how would you learn?" Donovan says mock exasperated.

"Fine, Dimitrius and Benvolio," I say picking the first two Shakespeare names that come to mind.

"Well, if you're going to guess a B might as well make it Borachio," Donovan amends.

"We've screwed it up bad enough and we haven't even reached the plot, does it really matter?"

"I think it was something like a lizard," Donovan says, determined to get it right.

"No, it was more like a newt," I say, the reptile reference jogging my memory a little. Give me a break it was all the way back, freshman year.

"Salamander-"

"Lysander!" we say practically at the same time.

"I got it first!" I quickly sing out, sticking my tongue out teasingly.

"Nonsense, you should get your ears checked, I had it years before you," Donovan says, giving me a playful shove.

"You're just a sore loser," I flip my hair back and hold my chin up high.

"So which guy goes with which girl, Miss Gracious Winner?"

I falter, "Doesn't matter," I shake my head. "The most important thing I suppose would be that we must be the first pair that aren't running off to elope because other wise we would start off together right?"

"Makes sense," Donovan shrugs.

"Exactly," I nod, "So…" I say, straining to remember what that means comes next.

Donovan fills in for me, "So I think that means we argue and I lose you then I go to sleep at some point, so that the love potion can get dripped on my eyes."

"Sounds like as good a plan as any," I shrug.

Neither of us move. We just stare at each other in silence for a while.

"I am sorry," Donovan says suddenly.

I smile a little, as much as I feel like I don't deserve an apology from him at the moment, it is nice to hear him say it. I can hear the pride in his voice, momentarily pushed aside to say those simple two words and really mean it. For everything.

"I meant it when I said that I would rather at least be friends than anything else, Dairson." My last name struggles out of his mouth, as if forced out as an afterthought, and the look in his eyes, that unreadable look of his that he had while he said it, well, it was rather unnerving, it was too intense.

"Of course!" I say, punching him playfully on the arm, and quickly add, "Alright, see you soon," before I hurry off into the woods. I almost trip and smack into a tree in my hurry but I am quickly out of sight and I can breathe a sigh of relief.

If you were to ask me what it was exactly that unnerved me so much back there, why I felt like I should leave quickly before anything else happened, I couldn't tell you. Only that I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't run off quick, and let's leave it at that.

Shakespeare! Yes indeedy, the next fairy tale is Midsummer Night's Dream. And for those of you not familiar with The Bard's work I suggest you either go read spark notes or get over it. As far as traditional fairy tales go the only one I or anyone else seemed to think of with two princesses was Snow White and Red Rose, and can you really tell me that is more appropriate than the beautifully chaotic madness that is Shakespeare? NO! When I thought of MND it was just so unbelievably perfect... so yeah. And if you don't normally like Shakespeare(*beats head against desk*... ahem, sorry, that's better) then I promise you ought to still find this amusing. I promise I don't suddenly start talking old English or writing in iambic pentameter... until a few more chapters.