Musical One Shots

Usnavi and Benny: Frenemies

A/N: So, no I am not shipping Usnavi and Benny. Sorry not sorry (Don't lose your head). This starts out as them being Enemies and then they're friends I guess so like... here we go!

Usnavi POV:

When he walked into my store that day, I thought he was coming to talk smack like usual. The douchebag hated me and never hesitated to fire anything at me. Today was different though.

He walked in covered in bruises and cuts but didn't seem to need immediate help. He was walking fine, looking around fine. I guess he was.. fine-ish.

He picked up a couple things and brought them to the counter. I rang them up quickly, trying not to stare but he looked very injured.

"Are you ok?" I finally asked.

He started to nod but shook his head "these thugs beat me up out front. It's fine though. I'm not dying and I certainly don't need medical help. It costs too much anyway." He says, only mumbling the last bit.

I shrugged a bit. "You can stay here until it's safe out." I suggested.

"Why would you do that for me?" He asked. Benny grew up in a rough neighborhood. Everyone had to fend for themselves and trust nobody. That's just how it was.

I shrugged. "You need help and I can provide it." I said truthfully. Abuela always taught me to be the better person, even if it was to someone I hate. And Benny? Man, I hated him. But he needs help so I'll offer it to him. That's how it works.

He nodded and sat down near the counter. I couldn't help but make a drink for him. Not something fancy like a margarita (Peggy!?) or a whiskey glass, but just a simple coffee.

I went over and set it down next to him.

"I didn't pay for a drink." He say, moving the cup away from himself.

I shook my head. "It's on the house. You need it." I said.

He stood up and walked over to me. He was significantly taller than me and he was towering over me. He looked very, very intimidating.

I gulped. Yeah I'm tough but Benny is taller and stronger than me... by a lot.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He asked, sounding very demanding.

I took a breath and tried to speak.

"My Abuela always taught me to be the better person. Seeing as you need some help, I thought I could give you some." I responded.

He nodded and backed down.

"Why are we even enemies?" He asked. I shrugged once again.

"I just thought you hated me so I hated you back." I said, leaning against the counter.

He nodded. "We don't have to be enemies anymore."

I nodded this time. "Yeah I guess we don't." I said with a slight smile. "Friends?"

"Friends." He confirmed and shook my hand.