Dirty Little Secret
Wario had a problem. His games were selling well. That idiot Mario hadn't shown up lately. No, his problem was much more personal.
He was in love. Not that he'd ever dare admit it to anyone--that would ruin his reputation. But he'd had an eye on that girl for a while now. She'd just turned 18. Not that he planned on making a move or anything. There was just no way he'd live it down. Dating a cheerleader--even if she did look really good in uniform--would make him look like some kind of goody-goody. Or a pervert. He wasn't really sure which was worse.
It didn't help that the first time they'd met, he'd tripped over a banana peel in the road, lost balance, and split his pants. Heck, if he flirted with her, she'd probably start telling people about that. The last thing Wario needed was for everyone to think he was a clumsy oaf.
No, it was better to just leave it alone. At least until he figured out a good plan to seduce her. After all, he had a reputation of always getting everything he wanted in life, and he didn't want to screw this up.
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After a long day at work, Mona turned on her computer. Three folders greeted her vision as she logged in: "WW games in progress," "MP Business info," and "Lemons."
Yes, that kind of lemon. Nobody else knew it, but Mona enjoyed reading naughty fanfiction. "The Princess and the Plumber," "A Tale of Two Skitties," "Two Girls, One Koopa." The more implausible the romance, and the poorer the writing, the more it made her laugh. The "Lemons" folder was Mona's personal archive of the Internet's "Hall of Shame."
But the one romance she wanted was beyond her grasp. She'd dated a few young men she met when she worked at Joe's Gelateria, but they just hadn't had much chemistry. (Afterward, she vowed never again to date customers whose eyes never seemed to rest on her face.) But the truth was, she was interested in an older man. And she couldn't for the life of her understand why it was so.
He was...well, to be blunt, he was a total jerk. Always thinking about money, always scheming to get ahead, constantly feuding with plumbers, and not above cheating his own friends. But there was something about him, something Mona couldn't define, that made her heart race and her palms sweat every time she saw him. Some nights, she even dreamed of telling him of her feelings, of a passionate kiss....and then the alarm would go off, waking her.
She didn't dare say anything to him in real life. He'd only laugh at her. Or worse, he might use her and throw her away. But she couldn't stop thinking about him. What is it about the bad boys?
"Well, it's time to send in the next batch of microgames." Mona attached the contents of her games folder to the email and sent it in. Now to feed her pets...