Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE SONG Enchanted.

Author's Note: This is actually dedicated to two of my friends who, in reality, aren't actually fools for love (except for the other). I just used their names because they requested it. And this isn't meant to be mushy or anything, so if it sounds like that... then, I'm no longer held responsible for that. I must have been possessed. Well, I hope you enjoy! And P.S. please do READ and REVIEW.


The invitation came as soon as the thought clanged in his mind.

Which was weird because thoughts never simply clanged in his head—they usually come with a BANG. Oh, but no. Today had a different vibe to it. He could feel its mere essence diffusing through his body, the nerve impulses surging to his brain and electrifying him with the thought of reunion. Reunion with his friends. Reunion with his school. Reunion with old buddies who used to cheat off his homework. Reunion with high-rating superstars who used to break wall clocks in the classroom.

And, of course—as much as he tried to deny that fact in his head—reunion with her.

He tried to forget her all those years of running away. Forget she ever bumped into her one busy morning, tried to pick up her mountain of books to "help", and ended up having them crash on her delicate foot. Forget that ever since that, she had called him a six-letter-word which bound him to a contract of "insanity, inanity, and more". Forget that the longer that contract suffocated them he—and it was something he very much never admitted to anyone in the world, except to a garbage collector one drunken morning while trying to wake up—fell… in love.

And he also tried very much to forget how much the simplest memory of her smile and her laugh and everything about her drove him crazy. Crazy, not in the sense that he got horny with the perverseness of his musings, but crazy with thinking that he was a coward for not telling her face-to-face in the first place.

"Ah, fuck," he said to himself, while opening the carefully decorated envelope labeled, in rich, colorful letters: 'To Mister David, for a night of greetings and salutations' and complete with the emboss effects. Typical. It was just a sorry excuse for fun-less bastards like him to gather round, dance like fools, and get drunk for a night.

He surveyed his room for the first time since last week. What a hurricane, he thought with a tired yawn. The bed seemed to be sinking with the unmistakable force of his own gravity, the closets flung open and with graying pieces of clothing spilling to the floor; he could see cans of beer littering the floor (although, whether it was his own, he had no idea), and his own socks were hung lazily on the window panes; underwear, pants, and shirts were spilled on the floor like rags. Damn, he was a pig.

He wasn't in the mood to clean up the pigsty, though. If he really was going to that crap-faced Batch Reunion, then he had to find a decent thing to wear—and fast. Not to mention that he was rusting away with his dancing skills (not that he even cared in the first place, but he had to impress somehow). He didn't think he had the right shoes to wear. Yawning massively, he turned the radio on:

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place…

Argh. Love. Why was it that the world was overpopulated with morons deluded into thinking that they were in love? Why was everyone so intent on be perfectly matched up with someone else? And why—why, oh why—was the world like this overrated Compatibility Machine on the Internet that cheated everyone into thinking that it was real? Angsty, yes, and pretty lame of him… but could you blame someone when he's already blaming himself for losing the only girl he'd ever loved?

He couldn't deny it that he was thinking about seeing her again in a matter of days. He couldn't deny the palpitations in his heart just thinking about what it would be like to see her again. He couldn't deny imagining what the years had done to her hair, her eyes, her smile, and everything that came with the package. She was always beautiful to him; as her best friend, he always told her that… but as someone more than that? Well, you can guess never and win a million dollars for that.

Well, he wished he had a million dollars himself. He was losing underwear fast.


To ask or not to ask?

Damn, she thought irritably. It was like going back to high school again, and they were tasked to choose just one elocution piece out of a million and all of them were either crap or every single one was the best. Her fingers were itching to press the SEND button—

Psssst! Hi, David. Are you going or not?

It was absolutely moronic. After 15 years, there was every probability that he'd changed e-mails, or even his mind about her, or even not cared about whether or not she did anymore. 15 years would change someone. 15 years was much too long for someone to wait. 15 years was a crap load of cat dung just waiting to be unloaded on the idiot who invented parties.

She was starting to regret stationing a radio in her room. Taylor Swift was crying over it with heart-wrenching songs that went:

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes in vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face…

Wow, she had every urge to fling the contraption against the wall. And speaking of the wall—the pictures plastered like little monuments to high school were staring at her with a vengeance. Classmate #1, Classmate #2, Classmate #3, David, Boyfriend #1, Janitor, Classmate #4… ah, David. She was starting to believe that nothing had changed over the years. Her feelings, her hurt, her excitement over seeing him again…

It was as if they were time-traveling back to high school and they were chasing each other across the rickety old chairs, and she had tripped and sprained her ankle. She was bawling her eyes out and he was just crouching there over her, clueless of what to say and do. Her classmates were swarming around her and offering her help, but all she wanted was that devil who caused all this and strangle him to death… at the same time crying over his shoulder.

Oh, what the hell? People were crazy and she was getting contaminated. She wanted to see him. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to hug him. She wanted to tell him how absolutely wretched she felt without him saying goodbye when he left. She wanted to tell him just how much she wanted to kill to stop him from leaving. She wanted to cry over his ignoring her. And, most of all—she wanted to punch the living daylights out of him.

They say there was a thin line between friends and lovers, and crossing it was against the rules—but, really, who cared? David never knew, but she's crossed it and it wasn't so bad. And maybe she never knew, but both of them crossed it and nothing life-threatening happened.

Except, of course, they never heard from each other again after 15 years, and now they were compelled to act like everything was normal. She was an actress in every sense of the word and—what the hell—if the world wanted her to act as if everything was normal, then she would. Damn it, she would and she'd be happy. She'd never cry again, not if she could help it.

Oh, but she couldn't.


Ah, high school. May you live forever and ever.

Every thing from the lights, to the decorations, to the food, to the registration, to everyone's dresses, and to the miserable expression on David's face, was perfect. Simply amazing. He could feel the waves of excitement infecting him atom by atom. Yes, that was sarcasm.

So far, there was no sign of Little Miss Break-My-Heart. Every other girl was either hooked to their own Prince Charming or partying out the night over alcohol and sweets—and getting drunk, fast. He was slumped on the farthest sofa by the corners, eyes glued to the floor, and wishing instant teleportation away from the hotel. There was no denying it now—the only reason he bothered showing up was because of her.

And the song was as if he was back in his pigsty of a room, and Taylor Swift was mocking him…

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place…

He was starting to regret passing off a night filled with re-runs of How I Met Your Mother and an entire box of pizza all to himself. He stood to leave.

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes in vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face…

And suddenly the ground his feet were on was suddenly shaking, and there, with a grand entrance, she entered. She-Who-Broke-His-Heart-And-Must-Not-Therefore-Be-Named. She was wearing a pretty little red dress, and the flowers flowing on the skirt gave her the illusion of a flower girl on a wedding day. She looked like a little kid lost in an adult party… and yet, he couldn't stop staring at her.

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.

Her eyes seemed to be scanning the room for a particular someone, and suddenly he was starting to regret not sitting up close where she was. When it was clear she couldn't see her target, her sparkling eyes dimmed and they fell. From where he was, he could see her wretched ex-boyfriend kissing her cheek for a greeting…

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"
Across the room your silhouette

starts to make its way to me

He tried to ignore that unsuppressed feeling of delight when she completely ignored Ex-boyfriend #1 as her eyes landed on his, and the corners of her lips lifted into a smile. Never mind that she was stuck in 3-inch wedges, she practically bowled over their dreamily dancing batchmates to get to where he was.

It was actually the funniest to watch ever—if he wasn't so busy inwardly hyperventilating.

The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.

She hugged him. Damn, how he wanted to put a million exclamation points at that previous statement.

"Trisha," David whispered, smiling in spite of myself. The years had not dampened the sparkle in her eyes, nor had the light of her smile dimmed. She may have grown into a more mature, more respectable woman, but she was still his first ever love… deep down.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

He blushed when she kissed his cheek, teasing him about not eating properly anymore. She dragged him to the dance floor, where the dance was spent awkwardly in his part. She started to say some other things he should have listened to—but he couldn't help but stay mesmerized at her, daring to look into her eyes. If eyes could speak, he thought.

Soon, she stopped talking, too. And the dance was spent with their gazes locked with each other—like the fools for love they were. The world around them seemed to fade into background.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

He would, no doubt, spend the rest of his life wondering why the hell he fell for the best-friend-turned-deranged-lover trick in the first place.

The lingering question kept me up
2am, who do you love?
I wonder till I'm wide awake

He flashbacked to his college days, spending lazy early mornings escaping schoolwork to think about her—where she was, what she was doing, who she was with, what she was dreaming about, and whether or not she thought about him as much as he did. It didn't help the eyebags pilfering his face.

Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say,
"It was enchanted to meet you
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you"

She had no idea what crazy thoughts he had, creating an imaginary world for them to not be themselves. It was crazy—and he had no idea why he even thought about them in the first place.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

He was insane to have let her go.

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

He wished she knew.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

If he didn't bother showing up tonight, would she have danced all alone and by herself? Or would she have found some other person to share the night with?

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

He was surprised to think he didn't care at all. As long as she was with him and he was with her, tonight of all nights… forever would only be a second if he had to wonder endlessly.

This is me praying that this was the very first page
Not where the story line ends

Oh, but would he even see her again? Would he be given that second chance to a second chance?

Damn, he hoped not.

My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again

He would, of course, be begging in every prayer he had to see her, talk to her, and dance with her again. And as much as he would deny it to her in the future… he would be looking for her over and over and over again every second she would be gone.

These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you

This was it.

He gently pulled her face closer to his, looking at her eyes with an expression he couldn't quite put a name to. He could feel the air urging him to be a man. He could definitely hear 15 years of regret screaming in his ears.

And he kissed her. Just like that.

Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you

He was practically begging in his mind, and it was reflected in his eyes. It was embarrassing, degrading… and yet, his heart was breaking at the thought of it.

Damn.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

"You have no idea how enchanting you are right now," he told her, a bit teasingly.

"I think I do," she answered, smirking a little. Ah, how he missed those days.

Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Well, that could wait for a little while.

He was glad he didn't bury that invitation under his mountain of graying underwear. Really, why should have he? He was an awesome dancer.