Funny story how this came into mind...Pssh, I don't need a reason. I felt like writing something, and making fluffs are easy to do! xD

~p.s I have no idea how long this will be!

So, without further or do, here's how I think the Tango Tanglers (Luigi and Daisy), met! :D

How many times can I watch my brother get everything? Of course, I'm happy him and Peach are dating, I mean the whole kingdom is. They actually think that now they're dating that Bowser will come less. Luigi thinks sadly. Luigi thought of himself as kind of a loner in a way; he likes to be alone and in his room a lot. He has friends but most of them are never around, most of them he saw on weekends anyways. He stood behind Mario and Peach as they were walking through Peach's garden. Luigi was just trailing behind because the Princess absolutely insisted that he should attend. He respected Peach he really does, but he doesn't always need to be with her and Mario all the time! He actually lost count of how many days they've been dating after the first month. But he think it's hilarious that they haven't kissed yet. And his brother's like: "Says the guy who doesn't even have a girlfriend!", every time he brings it up.

"Luigi!" the Princess calls out in front of the green clad plumber, realizing he was far behind. Luigi spend up a bit and started to walk again, this time a bit closer to them. She smiles at him in that sweet way she always does at people.

"Um, Princess?" Luigi stuttered, she and Mario turned around stopping in their tracks. "I think I'm going to go home, I have something to take care of." A lie.

Why do you insist on lying each time just to get away from her? A voice pops into Luigi's head, oh great. Not him. Luigi hates Mr.L so much! He totally screwed up his life apparently! Why can't he just leave him alone?! Because I'm part of you, moron! He interrupts Luigi's thoughts. Woah! Now, he can read my mind? WTH?

I don't. I have other things to do, now, go away! He thought back hard, not realizing that his face had crossed paths with the emotion anger.

Like what? Playing on your computer with your little friends? That's a real low even for you, Luigi. Ugh, what does he want now?

NO. I have things to do and it has nothing to do with you! Hey! That rhymed! Mr.L became silent, then Luigi heard him sigh,

Is that so? He starts again, will he ever shut up? Luigi tries to think to himself, Nope. He budges in again,

How do you mean? He thinks back, still upset.

"Luigi? Are you okay? You look angry." The Princess says dragging Luigi away from that hideous conversation in Luigi's brain. He jumped slightly and looked at her concerned face.

"Huh? Yeah, I've got to go." Luigi says jabbing his thumb behind him,

"Why? What do you possibly have planned?" Mario sighs, what's his problem? Geez.

"You don't need to know." Luigi retorts, crossing my arms.

"Whatever, I'll see you at home." He says turning his back, ugh, I hate it when he does that! Now, I feel like I did something wrong. Luigi thought anonymously.

"Sorry, Princess I couldn't join you today." Luigi says with a guilty grin.

"It's not a problem, Luigi, I just want you to feel at home."

"How so?"

"I meant, if there's something you need to do, then do it." She smiles politely. Luigi nodded and started to head back to the house. He started to feel guilty and upset, so, he started running. Once he finally reached the house, he slammed the door and went into his room. He closed the door behind him, and plopped himself onto his bed. He dug his face into a pillow and grunted, why don't I have anything to do? Why don't I have a life? Truthfully, I didn't have anything particular to do. That was a lie, he just needed to be alone; per usual. I would never mention this but, I have been suffering from slight depression. Yeah, Mario doesn't know that because I never tell him anything anymore. Should I probably tell him? Yes. Do I want to? NO. You see, me and Mario's relationship is pretty reckless right now. Repeatedly, we have little arguments and so on and so forth. But as of right now, we haven't seemed to get in any major fights. I probably shouldn't jinx it though, after all, it's easy to fight with him. I don't want to tell him about everything and how I feel because I know he'll same the same thing as he always does. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself." etc., does he not think I try hard enough? Or is he so blind that he doesn't realize that I'm miserable. How could so many thoughts appear at once? His mind was whirling but no one would be able to tell. Luigi looked up at the ceiling watching the fan go around and around. As if it was actually interesting or something. He then, tried talking to Mr.L again much to his regret,

Hey, uhh, what did you mean, 'is that so?' there was a long pause, then the younger brother heard him say,

Does it really matter? What do you think? Luigi thought about that long and hard,

I don't understand. Was all he thought back, just now noticing he was condescending his own thoughts.

Of course you don't. Yes? No? What am I to you? Luigi? Mr.L? What would the others say about me? Great, now, what is he trying to hang over my head? Luigi became aggravated, and thought a snappy comeback.

All you are is just a great pain in my ass! Then he was silent again, then there didn't actually seem to be anything going through his head. His mind was completely blank. He heard the door close outside of his own; Mario's back. Why is he back so early? Luigi thought he and Peach were going for a walk?

"Luigi?" Luigi heard him call, he forced himself out of bed and opened the door,

"What?" The younger brother called back, seeing his shadow come down the hall. He leaned against doorway and finally saw him come,

"What was that all about?" He asks now looking directly at Luigi, he shrugged and didn't say anything. "Don't you dare lie to me." Oh, c'mon! Don't say that, Mario! He thought quickly.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." he said drifting off, looking across the hall.

"Bro, don't play that game with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why did you run off?" Hell, did he have to be so pushy?

He's your brother, not mine. Mr.L budges in, for crying out loud! Luigi thinks

Technically speaking, idiot, he's still your brother even if you're not Luigi incoherently thinks back,

"Why is this your concern is my question?" Luigi said indifferently,

"You know what?"

"What?" Luigi saw a supreme look of annoyance on Mario's face.

"You-never mind." He bit his lip, "The real reason I wanted to come talk to you is because there's someone I want you to meet."

Okay first things first: I am so sorry about the edit of this story! Last minute I quickly made it into a 3rd-person POV; originally Luigi's. But coming to realize that some ideas I have will only work in a 3rd-person POV. -_-

Also, I apologize if it doesn't make sense, but the next chapter will actually have correct tenses/grammar. I know this chapter is short but I am beginning to work on the next one already so, keep in touch! :D

Please, review (be nice people...)

~JC