I tried to put some funny stuff in here, but... it's kinda depressing.

Peach combed her hair in front of her mirror, deep in thought. The evening hadn't gone worse than she'd anticipated, but it had gone quite differently. Pauline being married had definitely thrown her for a loop.

Mario had acted strange. Stranger than usual. She hated being mad at him, but what choice did she have? She couldn't be happy when he was telling her he thought they'd had something mere months before her marriage. He was tactless.

And what had gone on in the hallway? Why did he seem so on edge?

"Peach."

A voice roused her from her thoughts. Ah, right, Trevor was here. In her bed. She blushed at the thought. She was old fashioned, she knew, but they were yet to have sex. She wanted it to be special, after they were married. "Yeah?"

He walked up behind her and put his hands around her waist. "This evening was great."

Peach smiled and put her hands on his.

"Just the parts with you, though." He kissed her. "Your friends are strange."

Peach snapped to attention. She whirled around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Half of them aren't human, and the other half are downright embarrassing."

"Embarrassing? How?" No, this was what she had been afraid of! How could he not like her friends?

"It doesn't matter." He touched the side of her face gingerly. "When we're married, and we go back to my kingdom, you'll have much better friends than-"

"Who says we're going back to your kingdom?" Peach cut across him.

Trevor looked confused. "Well, I assumed-"

"You assumed wrong!" Peach hit his hand away and took a few steps back. "I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I'm not gonna let you make all the decisions!"

Trevor looked hurt. "I thought since my kingdom is more advanced-"

"Advanced how?"

"We don't use torches to light the corridors!"

They were both yelling now, not letting the other get a word in. Peach screamed about how she couldn't leave her kingdom, and how dare he not like her friends, and Trevor retorted with how his kingdom was far better than hers would ever be, with better people. Finally, Peach strode over to the door of her room. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open.

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Get out."

"No! I'm not taking orders from a girl!"

Peach glared at him, and suddenly she was struck with a heavy thought. She was marrying this man. This man who belittled her friends and wouldn't listen to her. A sexist jerk, that's all he was. She couldn't stop the tears that came to her eyes. "I can't sleep in the same bed as you tonight. Just go."

He sighed heavily and finally left the room. Peach slammed the door behind him, then flopped down on the bed. Thoughts crept into her mind suddenly about Mario. Mario, who always listened to what she had to say. Mario, with whom she shared her friends. Mario, who loved her.

"Stanley, what are you talking about?"

Mario had overpowered Stanley about five seconds after he had started punching him. Stanley had calmed down enough that he was now sitting across from Mario and Luigi, but he tapped his foot and glared.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!" He slammed his hand down on the coffee table. "Pauline came home crying!"

There was a sick swooping in Mario's stomach. "Stanley... Pauline was really drunk at the party."

"Bull, she stopped drinking years ago."

Mario looked to Luigi for help. Luigi sighed. "Well, I guess she hasn't. I think she's been keeping a lot of secrets."

"What would she have to hide from me? I'm her husband, for God's sake!" He stood up, kicking his chair to the floor. "What the hell is wrong with her? What did she do?"

Mario felt his heart jump up about a foot and his stomach drop about the same distance. This was it, the moment of truth. "Stanley, you're not gonna like this. Stanley... I slept with Pauline." He was surprised he was able to say it without stuttering or choking on his words. Nevertheless, he covered his face with his hands so he wouldn't have to see Stanley's angry face. He braced himself for the barrage of punches that was sure to come.

But they never came. Mario looked up. Stanley was sitting back down, hands over his face, slumped over. He realized his shoulders were shaking, small sobbing noises coming from his direction.

This was worse that getting beat up. He wished he was getting beaten up.

Before either of the Marios could think of what to do next, Stanley gave them a final look of dismay. "How could you do this to me?" He left without a backward glance.

Peach sipped her tea. She laughed with Daisy and enjoyed the sunlight streaming through the windows. "Have you written your wedding vows yet?"

"'Course not," Daisy replied. "Don't wanna make them too long, anyway."

Peach almost dropped her tea. "You haven't? I wrote mine the night he proposed!"

Daisy laughed loudly. "Guess I'm not as traditional as you. Besides, the night Luigi proposed, I was too busy doing it with him to write anything down."

Peach choked on her tea, but tried to cover it up with a cough.

"And that's how I know you're a virgin."

"Daisy." Peach wiped a bit of tea off her chin. "I'm saving it for after we're married."

"Don't you have to take the car for a test drive before you buy it?"

"Daisy!"

Mario woke up early. Actually, he knew he hadn't woken up, because he'd never fallen asleep. He grabbed his hat from his night stand and used it to cover his hopelessly messy, thinning hair. Stretching, he walked to the bathroom.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked disheveled, unshaven, tired. He thought about cleaning up a bit, but then realized he wasn't going anywhere. He went to the kitchen to find Luigi. Before he saw Luigi, however, he tripped over a bulging suitcase. Rubbing his stubbed toe, he looked up.

"Hey," Luigi greeted. He looked tired, but not like Mario. He was going somewhere. The only hint that he had rushed his routine was his wearing glasses instead of contacts.

"Hi," Mario said back, looking around the kitchen. He saw a duffel bag and a knapsack. "What's all this?"

Luigi raised his eyebrows. "Oh, my flight out's today. Really soon, actually."

Flight out. That's right, Luigi was leaving today to go live with Daisy, and to make preparations for their wedding. Their wedding was next week, he realized with a jolt, and he needed to show up to the rehearsal dinner, he was the best man. "Oh yeah. How soon are you leaving?"

He checked his watch. "My flight's in forty-five minutes, so... I've got about fifteen minutes."

"Want a quick game of Karting?" he asked, nodding to the Gamecube in the living room.

Luigi shook his head. Of course, Luigi was getting married, leaving, moving forward with his life. He had to leave behind all the silly childish things like video games, like the Mushroom Kingdom, like Mario.

"I gotta eat breakfast." He rummaged around in the fridge. "Daisy never has any food in her castle."

"Really? You'd think with her being a princess and all..."

"Yeah, it's weird."

Mario was silent while Luigi searched for food. "It's so weird, you getting married before me."

"Yeah, I always thought you'd get the girl, honestly." He settled on a banana and an untoasted bagel. "Ah well."

Mario frowned. "I've thought you were gay since you were fourteen."

Luigi glared at him. "Well, thanks." He checked his watch. "I gotta go. I'll see you at the rehearsal dinner, ok?"

"Seeya, Weege." Mario hugged him, but he couldn't help but notice Luigi bolt out the door. He felt like he had been abandoned. But that was ridiculous.