"What are you working on? More pointless homework?" Bakura asked entering the room after taking a shower and dressing for bed. He was towel drying his hair when Ryou glanced over, but Ryou just went on working.

"Don't disregard things just because you can't do them," he said. "There are a lot of important things that they teach you at school." Bakura threw the towel on the bed.

"There are a lot of stupid things too."

"They're only stupid because you can't read."

"I can too read! And what does any of this have to do with my reading or not?" Bakura asked.

"I couldn't think of a good comeback," Ryou smiled and faced him.

"Well you coulda done better then that. Haven't I taught you anything?"

"You taught me how to fight." Ryou jumped on him and they tumbled to the floor in a wrestling match. Somehow Ryou ended up face down with Bakura sitting on his back.

"Not very well," Bakura replied.

"Hey no fair!" Ryou protested trying to get out from under him.

"Come on Magic Mirror, you gotta be able to do more then just talk." Ryou stopped fighting back at the mention of his part in the play. He leaned his head on his arms.

"Bakura, do you think love's that easy?" Bakura got off of him and Ryou turned over on his side to look at him, propping his head up in his hand.

"What do you mean?" Bakura asked sitting backward on the desk chair.

"I mean...like... It just happens. You see someone and...you just know."

"Are you trying to tell me that you're in love with someone else? Or that you don't think that you're in love with me?" Ryou sat up straight and folded his legs beneath him.

"I don't know. Just forget I said anything." He waved as if waving the idea away.

"No. You can't just start something like that and then throw it out. What's going on?" Ryou stood up and walked over to the desk but didn't look at him. Bakura turned the chair so he was facing him again.

"Well I didn't mean us. I just meant in general. Like, CAN it happen like that?" He fiddled with a pencil that was on the desk.

"Are you upset because I didn't give you a sappy 'I love you' line and carry you off on a white horse? Then the answer is no. Things like that don't really happen." Ryou picked up the pencil and moved it between his fingers.

"Then why do people think it will?"

The Wheeler House

Joey sat on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV trying to drown out his sister's phone conversation.

"No, that's silly," she was saying. She had that goofy grin that always stuck to her face when she was talking to Tristan. The one that every girl gets when they can't get enough of the other person. She was just smitten to death. "Stop it, you know how I feel about things like that," she said, but she was still smiling as if what she was saying wasn't really true at all. Joey rolled his eyes and shut the TV off. He looked at the clock, which read 12:30. Too late to go out and he wasn't tired enough to go to sleep but anymore of his sister's cooing was going to make him sick. He started toward his room. "Joey wait! I want to talk to you," Serenity stopped him. He rolled his eyes again but immediately felt guilty about it. He knew his sister wasn't going to be there much longer and he wanted her to be having a good time...he just wasn't into the whole cutesy love stuff. He sat back down on the couch and sighed. "Tristan? I gotta go...Okay...Bye," she hung up the phone. "I wanted to ask you about yesterday," she said to Joey.

"What about it?"

"I know you didn't just fall asleep and forget about us. That's not like you at all..." she started.

"I fall asleep once and you hold it against me forever? I already said I was sorry."

"Tristan thinks you're mad at him," she continued.

"Mad at him? Why?"

"Because of me..." she looked down uncomfortably.

"No way! Tell him he needs to stop thinking. He always gets himself in trouble when he does things like that. I just fell asleep. That was all. I promise. I'm fine with you and Tristan." She looked up at him and smiled. She wanted to say more but knew that pushing it too far would just make him defensive and upset.

"So you're okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay. Good-night Joey." She got up and left the room.

"I'm just fine," Joey said to himself. "I'm in the middle of love central with a sign that says, ' will die alone.' I'm going to be the cranky old man down the street that yells at everyone who passes by for looking at the lawn the wrong way. I can see it now. I'll have a row of lettuce plants, each one named after my friends who've all married and moved away. Yeah. I'm just great." He stood and went to his room. " Well, at least I'll have Yugi. Maybe we can be cranky together." He shut his light off and lay down on his bed.

Yugi's House

"What do you think Joey will look like in a dress?" Yugi asked jumping up on the bed beside Yami, who was lying down, staring at the ceiling, thinking. He looked at Yugi and smiled.

"Still thinking about the play huh?" he asked.

"Well yeah. It's the most interesting thing going on around here right now."

"You're still trying to figure out how to convince me to do it for you aren't you?"

"No..." Yugi looked away embarrassed. Yami laughed.

"It really bothers you that much?"

"Yeah. I don't know how anybody could be so heartless. Just because there's someone who's prettier then them? It's so unreasonable."

"It's just a play," Yami repeated for like the fiftieth time that night. Yugi turned the light out and snuggled up beside him.

"I know but it's still not right."

"She's an evil queen. Evil people are never right." Yami brushed Yugi's hair away from his face gently. Yugi sighed.

"Then why do they have to exist? Why can't everyone just be happy with the way things are?"

"Because then life would be too easy and nothing interesting would EVER happen."

"Well I still don't see why I have to be one of those evil people."

"It's just a play."