"There you are."
"Hello, Midnight. Miss me?"
"It's been years. How could I not?"
"Have a seat. I'll get you some tea."
Cece stood up from her plastic chair and went to her pretend stove to heat up the teapot. Her imaginary friend— sorry, her invisible friend— waited patiently for her to finish making tea.
"How many sugar cubes would you like?" Cece asked.
"Only one, please," Midnight answered, adjusting her flower crown on her head. Cece sat down at the plastic table and gave Midnight the cup of invisible tea.
She took a sip and Midnight did the same.
"Oh, it's hot!" Midnight exclaimed, tears filling her eyes. "Not your best work, Cece. Sorry."
"It's been a while," Cece apologized, stirring her invisible tea with a plastic spoon.
"You've grown," Midnight noted, looking her friend up and down.
"How old are you now?"
"It's hard to say these days. Last I checked, I was ten."
"That's pretty old. I'm still the same age as I was last time we talked."
"Really?" Cece was shocked. She had not seen Midnight since she was seven! How had she not aged one bit?
"Perks of being immortal," Midnight shrugged, smiling slightly.
"Huh. That's crazy," Cece said to her, shaking her head.
Her friend smiled. "What time is it?"
"Four thirty," Cece told her, glancing at her pastel pink watch.
Midnight nodded. "I should go," she said, standing up.
"What?! No— Take me with you," Cece begged. "I don't like it here."
"Everyone's so mature... It's boring."
"Hm. I suppose I have some room in my carriage. I was promoted last week."
"Oh, that's nice. What were you promoted to?"
"I have my own country," she said smugly. "You're looking at Queen Midnight."
"That's so cool!" Cece exclaimed.
"I know, right?"
She grinned. "I have a question," she started.
"What is it?" Midnight asked, tilting her head.
"Why did you come? Was it just to say hi?"
Midnight smoothed her dress and bit her cherry-red lip. "I need your help," she said finally. "You're getting so grown up and I really don't want you to forget about me."
"I'd never forget you!" Cece exclaimed.
"You left me for three years," Midnight reminded her.
Cece looked at the ground sheepishly. "Well, what can I do?"
"Write our story. And when you're done, write a sequel, and write more and more and more. Go on adventures with me, then write about them."
"You want me to be a writer?"
"Yeah," Midnight said, matter-of-factly.
"Why?" Cece questioned.
"Why not? It'll provide an escape from reality and we'll get to spend time together. All writers have invisible friends, they just write about them."
"Huh. I guess you're right."
Midnight nodded. "I'm always right," she shrugged. "Now, come with me to the carriage. It's time to start the first chapter in our story."
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