**This is totally not based off of real life and I definitely don't pray to god that nobody I know from the cruise finds this-**

     Tremaine walked into the teen group's club area for the first time. This was his first cruise - and the seas had not treated him kindly their first day on the ocean. But that had only lasted the morning. It was evening now, as he could tell by the sun's level. There were literally three clocks on the entire ship - not the best way to live, but an understandable tactic if this cruise was meant to be relaxing.

     The first things he spotted were the two TVs mounted onto the wall - one powered up with a lingering game of Super Smash Bros, long abandoned by its players, and the other racing through the midst of a mushroom-filled gorge - MarioKart Wii? What a throwback.

     He had signed up for the teen club yesterday, but not been able to go until, well, right now. A wristband certified his membership - black, with neon green text. He watched the game in action. Baby Peach, on the lower screen, led the pack in first place with Baby Luigi close behind.

Tremaine grabbed the third-player Wii remote and sat down on one of the cushioned stools that remained unoccupied. A boy - maybe a few months older than Tremaine himself - in a light-blue, shoulderless top sat farthest right, and in between the two was an older boy in a black hoodie with white stripes that ran down the sleeves.

Soon enough, all three of them were playing together.

"What did you say your name was?" Tremaine asked the boy next to him.

"Ash," he answered.

"And what about you?"

"Roshan," answered the boy on the right.

"I'm never gonna remember that."

"It's alright, no-one ever does."

And why did the chuckle in his voice do weird things to Tremaine's heart?

     From Roshan's perspective, it wasn't much different.

     That night, they sat on the top deck. The game: dodgeball.

     Sports? Haha, no. At least, that was Roshan's point of view. So he sat on an oversized wicker chair, big enough to seat five people, and watched the other kids play.

     Next to him sat an older girl, maybe slightly older than Ash. Her curly hair gently lilted in the sea breeze, as if dancing to the lullaby of the waves. Hamilton, she'd introduced herself as.

"Who you watchin'?" She asked after a moment of silence. Roshan paused.

"I know it's a boy. I can tell." A smirk tugged at Hammie's lips.

"Well, I-I-" Roshan had, indeed, been watching Tremaine this whole time. "I like this kid, here. Tremaine. He's kind of...adorkable."

Hammie giggled. "Alright, I see it," she mused, her eyes now following the boy in question. "Yeah, you're right."

And it's not like Hammie let Roshan forget that for the rest of the week they were stuck on a boat together.

Even, and especially, when Roshan found himself hoping Tremaine would be at the club, or finding excuses to play air hockey or table tennis one-on-one with him.

One time, Tremaine stepped in to cheer Roshan on during a particularly intense foosball tournament and by God, Roshan could have died. Most especially when the other players left to go play MarioKart and Tremaine, without hesitation, declared, "Alright, one on one," and hopped to the other side of the table.

Roshan didn't have a crush on him.

He only randomly asked, "Hey, can I give you my number?" just cause everyone else was doing it. (He didn't hear Roshan. Hammie had slapped Roshan's arm after that, silently telling him to stop being so obvious. But that was before she stepped in and slyly told Tremaine to get Roshan's number.)

"Stop looking at him!" Hammie urged once, at lunch, from their separate table, when Roshan was - very obviously, despite his denial - watching Tremaine.

     It was mid-week when Roshan realized what Tremaine was becoming. Despite being known as the kindest kid on board, he was...

    A popular kid.

    Oh, gross.

     No more three-person MarioKart games that nobody had to fight over.

     No more genuine conversation.

    That's what made the foosball incident so special, Roshan guessed.

     The sun was setting on their last evening aboard when Roshan finally steeled his nerves...

    It's gotta happen. You've gotta tell him. You're never gonna see him again.

     He approached him.

     "Hey, Tremaine."

      Tremaine had been passing by, and when he heard his name, he took Roshan's hand gently in his own so he could listen.

      R.I.P. Roshan, 5ever in our hearts 2019.

      His hand fit so perfectly...

      It was so soft, and not too cold and not too warm...

      And it just sent the best kind of butterflies rattling throughout Roshan.

     "I- uh, I just want to say," he started. The butterflies disappeared. Shit. There was no getting out of this.

     "On the night of the day I met you," Roshan chuckled. "I was watching you play dodgeball, and I just thought...wow, he's adorable."

     Tremaine blushed pink. It was, indeed, adorable. "I- thank you," he said, only a tiny bit flustered.

     Roshan smiled and nodded, dropping the façade once they'd parted.

    Hide me hide me hide me end me end me end me that was stupid that was stupid that was stupid

     They hugged once more on their way back to their private cabins.

     "Hey, Roshan."

     Roshan stopped in his tracks. Everyone else had continued on without him...

     Well, this was nice.

     No popular kids.

     Just the two of them.

     Without them, Tremaine was just...Tremaine. No pedestal for him to be placed on. He was perfect by himself.

      "Listen, I..." Tremaine began. "You seem...really sweet. I-I'm really looking forward to keeping in touch with you."

     Roshan grinned. "Me too," he said, giggling nervously.

     "I'm glad I met you, Roshan."

      "You too, Tremaine."

      "Goodnight."

       "Night."

     Roshan might have rolled down the stairs the rest of the way. Or flown. Or walked. Who knows. His head was in the clouds.

~

       Hey Tremaine! This is Roshan!

     The ground was much more stable now. And Roshan had his phone back.

      Hey, how's it going?

     Good! I have two tickets to see the new SpiderMan movie this Monday...you up for it?

     Roshan held his breath for Tremaine's response.

    Sounds good to me.

     They saw each other again. Even in the past few days, Roshan had forgotten how Tremaine's eyes sparkled like ocean waves.

     They might have made out during the movie. Or cuddled. Or held hands. (Answer: all of the above.)

Who knows.

Roshan was far too entranced by this prince he'd met to even care.