Hiyas! This is Hyaci, and this is my first fanfic lol that I'm actually serious about.
Just a disclaimer, I own nothing except for my own ideas.
Read and review please ;D
She wanted to hurt him.
She wanted to make him pay for what he did, for what she'd seen, for what he knew she'd seen. Him and some random girl, in public, showing some sickeningly sweet and sappy PDA. At the time, she'd wanted to do nothing more but slap him. Instead, she'd slapped on a smile and averted her gaze. It wasn't his fault- he didn't know her feelings.
Afterward, he'd come back to her, like she'd known he would. He came back with his big, blue begging eyes and she'd had no choice but to forgive him. It sickened her, the way she'd always fallen prey to those damned eyes of his. She'd felt absolutely stupid the day after. What was she to him? A booty call? He'd never appreciated her- not like he'd appreciated Hilda or Helen or whomever was the woman of the day.
"Zelda?"
His voice, deeper and lower, broke her out of her thoughts.
Smiling for his benefit, she said, "Yes, Link?"
"Could you do my essay for me? I have a date with Marin today."
Ah, Marin, the flavor of the hour. The clingy airheaded redhead who'd stuck onto Link after the first night together, convinced that she was the "princess" and he was her "destined hero".
While the Hylian monarchy had fallen, people still believed- or rather hoped, that there was a princess out there, who would lead to the restoration of the throne, and subsequently produce a royal line with her destined lover, the "hero". Ultimately, the terms came to refer to a good-looking couple, and while most people use them for these definitions now, Zelda had inkling that Marin truly did believe that she was some long lost princess. At least, that'd explain her condescending manner.
"Sure, what's the topic?" Zelda asked with a cheerful smile.
"The effect of Shakespeare on modern literature."
"Easy. I'll leave it on your desk. Be sure to read it over at least once before you read it in front of the class."
"I will, I will."
Zelda trudged slowly on the bustling sidewalk. What time was it, eleven? Twelve? She'd finished Link's essay, and had dinner ready, but when her roommate still wasn't back by eleven, she'd known he wouldn't come home. She'd gone outside and quietly scraped the dinner into the garbage dump, knowing that if she'd left it in the fridge, Link would know that she'd waited for him to come home. Then, she'd put her coat on and left for Starbucks, hoping that a frappuccino would relieve her of her stress. And maybe her slightly broken heart.
She opened the door and walked into the coffee shop. It was smaller, less active than most of the other Starbucks in town. Which is why she preferred it.
Less than five minutes later, she was back on the bustling sidewalk, frappuccino in hand, walking back towards her shared apartment with Link. It was painfully obvious to her that she was wallowing in self pity, but she let herself do it anyway. There was nothing else for her to do.
She'd just reached the apartment complex, when she looked up and saw the light on in the apartment. So Link did come back. Maybe he'd brought Marin with him. She sighed at the dreary thought of having to play third wheel once more, but resigned herself to it.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Link, sitting on the couch, looking immensely worried. The moment he saw her, a scowl formed on his face, and he stormed over to greet her.
"Where were you?"
"I missed you too."
"Where were you?"
"I went out to Starbucks to get myself a drink, why?"
"This late at night?"
"Yeah, I spent all day on your essay. If I want to get mine done, it's important- no, it's a must- for me to have coffee."
"We have instant coffee. You shouldn't be out this late at night."
"I like Starbucks better. And you're one to talk. Where's Marin?"
"I broke up with her."
"Good, I didn't like her or the destiny crap she kept spouting."
"Neither did I, that's why I got rid of her."
"Is that why you made me do your essay? So you could break up with her?"
"Yes."
"So next time, just stand her up. It'll have the same effect, plus I won't have to work on your essay and need coffee to bolster my efforts to finish my own this late at night."
Link paused, as if thinking.
"It's not right to stand a girl up."
"Wow, the little boy finally grew up into a chivalrous man, congratulations. And if you'll please excuse me, I need to get in my room and finish my essay before my coffee-high wears off and I need to get another cup."
"I'll get it for you," Link offered.
"I'd very much rather you move aside so I can finish my essay quickly so you won't have to."
For a moment, Zelda thought that she saw hurt flicker in Link's eyes. Then, grudgingly, he moved aside, making just enough space for Zelda to squeeze through.
A few minutes after she'd gone into her room, Link heard the soft sound of Zelda's slender fingers deftly hitting the keys on the keyboard. He listened, and listened to the sound continuing throughout the night.
So how was it? Did you like it? Did you? Did youuuuuuuuuu? If you did, please review! Reviews give me ideas and help make my writing better!
