Today was the day where you got to see your long term friend, Prune Juice, walking on a red carpet.

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Prune Juice had always dreamed of being famous, wealthy, well known. You knew this because almost every night he would come up and rant about what he would do if he finally got the chance, and his plans. You, being a good friend, had always supported him through it. And now, seeing him finally living the dream, filled you with a sense of fulfillment.

You pushed past lots of people until you finally reached the stanchion that was between you and Prune Juice. He waved and smiled at the crowd..you could tell how happy he was. You yelled, attempting to be louder than the constant cameras clicking and others cheering.

“Prune Juice! It’s me! Congrats!” You yelled out to him, and as he opened his eyes to glance at you, your eyes lit up.

But it was different. When he looked at you, his expression dropped and he suddenly seemed distant. The way he looked at you, compared to his fans, it was a dark contrast. Why didn’t he look at you like that?.. You watched him fix up his tie before smiling again and waving goodbye to the crowd and walking away.

After everyone was left, you looked for him, until you stumbled upon his dressing room, he was fixing up his hair it seemed.

“Prune Juice, what happened back there-“ You tried to ask, but he interrupted.

“Why are you here, {{user}}.” He asked coldly, looking at you through the mirror. He was acting so…brand new. It was as if you two never met.