Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm yours~

I love that song :3 Anyhootizdootiz, It's me again! Been a while since I updated, huh? Sorry 'bout that. You know life. Also I started watching Supernatural! SO AWESOME! I wove it! I already got to season 4 and AJSHAJDHASBDJA Dean and Cas~ ^.^ I heard it gets even better in the later seasons between them, SO I ISH EXCITED!

Focus Dino, focus.

Right.

This is a little story dedicated to The13TalesOfHamjou, AKA, Jessie. For both her birthday and our 200th Anniversary, this story is my gift to her, my best friend. I hope one day I'll meet you. I hope one day we'll be able to hug each other in person. I hope that one day I'll be able to celebrate your birthdays standing right beside you as we party together, just the two of us, listening to vocaloid, watching anime, eating cake and bacon cheese burgers and cheesecake and chips and yummsie stuff~ Anywho, there will be one or two more chapters of this story that I will upload tomorrow, I promise. I hope you'll enjoy it Jessie! Love you!


"G8 story bro. your a fucking awesome writer lol

~The Awesome Shadow~"

I should've been flattered. Writing was something I absolutely loved and lived for. The world you could create, the stories you could tell, the lives you could make people believe or not believe using these simple symbols; it was amazing to think about. It was my outlet; the tool I used to escape reality. I was 14 years old, living in a broken household with a twin brother whom I barely talked to, a mother who divorced my father and every now and then brings home random strange men, the both of them usually drunk out of their minds, and a large husky dog named Green. I can't remember why we named him Green, I think it was my brother's suggestion when we were only youngsters, but anyway, at the time Green was my only support. He was sweet, gentle, obedient; the complete opposite of other dogs in the neighborhood. Only thing wrong was that he was old, nearly ten years. I knew, though he was perfectly healthy, that he would pass sooner or later and that I would be left alone in this racist, homophobic, violent world. I would be left alone and no one would be there to support me.

So, I wrote.

Writing took me to another world, a better one at that. I could create a whole other universe and imagine myself, living in that universe, away from all the problems that resided here, where I was forced to live; Earth. I knew I was talented. My imagination and writing skills were always beyond those of my classmates and my teachers always praised me for my hard work in English and writing classes. Actually, scratch that; every teacher I came across, whether it was math, science, art, would praise me. No, I wasn't a brown-noser, I just worked hard and mastered every subject that I came across in school. Every adult said I was "gifted" and gifted I was.

But this wasn't school. This was a site. A forum of sorts. It was a free website that allowed young minds to post their stories and poems that consisted of anything, as long as it was fiction. They seemed like a positive, popular site, so I joined, created an account and started posting stories within the first minute. My stories didn't have a thousand reviews like a few other postings on the site, but it got a few within the first few hours of posting. One, Soliloquy of a Witch, got a single review from another account entitled, "The Awesome Shadow". Just by the name you could tell he was just another cocky, probably pre-teen writer who couldn't just take a few extra seconds to write out the word, "great". The review should've made be happy, but the inappropriate usage of "your" and unnecessary cursing got in the way of that. Nevertheless, I clicked a small chat bubble that was placed by his username, taking me to another page where I could quickly send a message in regards to his review.

"Thank you kindly for your review. It means a lot. I shall take a look at your writings as well.

Regards,

-Vio."

Being the polite fellow I was, I clicked "Send Message" and went about my day, telling myself to make sure to actually take a look at the young boy's (maybe girl's?) couple of stories that (s)he posted as well, though the terrible grammar from that review he had wrote really left me skeptical. I was right. That night when before bed, I scrolled through his profile and stories. He was in fact a guy, which I guessed correctly, but it turned out he was actually two years older than I was. Odd. His stories were lacking in grammar and his sense of description was lacking as well. However, his stories received a good number of reviews and the outrageous characters and story line made a small smile come onto my face every once in a while. After a while I was hooked on the story, but it wasn't completed, so I was cut short, right at a good cliffhanger.

After finishing the last updated chapter, I noticed a message in my inbox. That's weird; I never get messages... I opened it up, my old phone taking it's sweet time loading up the inbox before I noticed it was "The Awesome Shadow" replying to my message. Usually most didn't reply to my messages. What was there to say? I only messaged people to say "Thank you" for their reviews. Other than that I barely made conversations with people on this website. However "The Awesome Shadow" replied, making me curious. I tapped it, opening the short message that read:

"Hah, no probs. it was pretty cool. your gonna continue it right? i'm totally hooked!

~The Awesome Shadow~"

Ugh. "You are" = "You're". Why can't the world get that through their heads? But I shouldn't be complaining. Afterall, that's where it all began...

~Signed~

It was awkward to say the least.

Utensils clanged against elegant, glass plates, elbows leaned only on the sides of the table, and the sounds of meat being chewed inside the mouths of the broken family sitting around the table were all that was heard as me, my brother Blue, my mother, her new boyfriend and soon to be husband, my grandfather, my uncle and his two oddly close teenage children, Zelda and Vaati, and my "aunt", Ghirahim, who was only recently let back into the family after 7 years of being disregarded for becoming a famous drag queen ate our meals quietly, all silently judging each other.

"Ay yo Ma, pass the pepper." Blue spat rudely, being the annoying, asshole of a child that he was. Our family, though they would never admit it, hated him. Being my twin brother, they always compared me and him and he absolutely hated it. I didn't mind, then again, I was the Golden Child; always praised and loved for my intelligence and work ethic, so of course I wouldn't mind. It was always, "Man, it's hard to believe their twins; they're so different!" Or "Wow, Blue's really got it tough, having to live up to his brother." Or possibly "Blue! Why can't you act more like your dearest sibling Vio?!" That one was my favourite.

"Blue! At least try to use some manners while your relatives are here!" My mother lectured in front of the family, making me smirk. Blue rolled his eyes, having heard this "manner" lecture only a dozen-hundred times. Mother acquiesced anyway, shaking her head in disapproval as she handed over a shaker of pepper. Not showing any respect, Blue snatched the shaker out of Mother's hands without any thanks.

"Oh ho ho... I remember when I was a youngster like you Blue, always trying to keep up a tough reputation..." Grandfather chuckled, reminiscing as he was about to retell for the 50th time how "When I was a boy..." Grandpa was a sweet old man, around his mid-70's. His life was full of so many experiences and stories to tell. When I was little they would always fascinate me, but now there's only so many war stories you can hear over and over again before you start yawning...

"Yeah that's great Old Man, pass the cheese." Blue cut him short, rudely barking orders again. I went back to focusing on my meal, about to take a humble bite of the steaming pasta in front of me when a sudden flash of blue light shined in the corner of my eye. A small ding sounding through my ears, along with catching the attention of the rest of my family. Mouthing a quick, "Sorry" I reached for my iPhone, sliding it open to see a text message from the one and only, Shadow. At this point I was know 21 years-old, studying in a special post-secondary program while Shadow was single, living in a small apartment in the heart of the Castle Town, right by his work; The Loftwing; a hip, loud, obnoxious club where he worked as a bartender. Shadow and I had stayed in contact for a good 7-8 years, becoming each other's best friends from a distance. See, while he was living happily in the main city of Hyrule, I was living in Termina, a good plane ride or two away from Shadow. But we still remained in contact, slowly going from just internet buddies to best friends to the only ones in our lives that we could tell anything to. It was nice, having a friend like that. I don't think I'd ever gotten that close to someone. Maybe my father when I was young, but after the divorce I never got to talk to him again. And of course when Green died, Shadow was the one I fell back on; the one who supported me in whatever I did; the one who really, genuinely cared for me...

Even if he had never met me.

It was weird how I trusted someone who possibly didn't even exist more than I did my own mother. I'm not sure that's a good thing, but that's how it was. Eventually Shadow and I stopped messaging each other and started chatting over social media, then eventually we exchanged numbers, addresses so we could send letters, and so forth. Now mostly we texted each other, which was the cause of my phone going off in the middle of dinner. If it was Blue's phone, he probably would've gotten a huge lecture and create even more tension than there always was, but seeing as how it was me, Mom let it go with a just a simple look of judgement. Lucky me.

[Shad]

Hey lol thought u deserved an update. Im in the ER right now. Dont panic haha! Everything's cool (⌐■ ■)

[Message sent 6:39PM]

In...

In the... ER...?

WHAT?!

I felt like my heart stopped for a good few minutes. I must've looked crazy to my family as I stared at the "innocent" looking text message on my phone. Oh Goddesses! What did he do now?! Shadow had managed more than a few times to get himself into a hospital; sometimes it was serious, other times it was him overreacting to a common flu, but either way he must've hurt himself. I wished I was there. I hated the fact that Shadow always got himself into these stupid situations and I was never there in person to fully understand what happened. Shadow usually only gets the chance to fill me in after all the commotion. He could've been in there for anything! It could range from a broken limb to a paper cut to possibly a heartbreaking disease... He could die and I would never know...

I knew I was overreacting when I caught myself not breathing. Forcing the oxygen in and out through my mouth, I went to reply to the text, the loud clicks of my touch-screen keyboard sounding through the dinning room. Mid-sentence I glanced up at my relatives, all staring at me with curiosity and slight dismay at my manners. I gulped. Pressing my thumb against the side switch to turn my phone on vibrate, silencing the keyboard clicks, I ignored the glares coming from my mother and my twin brother as I continued to reply to Shadow's text message.

[Vio]

What happened?! Please text back as soon as possible. Don't kill yourself. Please.

[Message sent 6:43PM]

I placed down the phone, trying to put on a calm facade to hide the fact that I was panicking. Not that I should've. I'm sure Shadow is fine. Shadow's fine. He's an adult, just like me; he can take care of himself... Right?

"What happened to the whole, 'Don't bring your phone to the table' rule, huh?" Blue asked snarky, jabbing a fork into a piece of pasta a little too bitterly. It took all my strength not to roll my eyes at his immaturity. He was 21, just like me and yet he still acting like a 16 year old. Not to mention he's unemployed, single, and on the verge of moving back in with our mother. And he wonders why he's called "The Family Disappointment".

"Blue." Mother muttered with a glare before turning her gaze over to me. "He's right though. Vio, phones away please."

"I know, I will, but Mother I-"

"No excuses. Put your phone away."

"Hun-Bun, Vio's an adult. He can do as he pleases." Mother's boyfriend, whom I never bothered to learn the name of, spoke, placing a hand romantically on Mother's hand, making her sigh happily.

"Ew." Blue and I both commented immediately, making Zelda and Vaati snicker quietly. That was probably one of the first times I've ever heard either of them make a noise. Those two we're creepily quiet and always so close to each other. They'd always communicate through whispers and sometimes made up hand signals. But yet, the two 12 year-olds were probably my favourites in the family. They stayed quiet. I liked quiet.

"Shut up Ganon, you're not even part of this family." Blue spat, throwing an intimidating glare over at Ganon, who I was guess was the name of Mother's boyfriend as he pulled away his hand, shrinking into his chair. I let out a small laugh before quickly realizing how rude it was, quickly removing the smile off my face.

"Who'd want to be part of this family? You're all so weird. We can't even have a nice meal together. It's ridiculous." My uncle and Mother's older brother, Valensuela commented softly, glaring at specifically nothing. Valensuela was just as quiet as his kids, if not more. He barely ever talked and when he did, he was usually overlooked or ignored because he just blended in with... well... whatever was around him. Sometimes he'd be walking right beside you and you wouldn't even notice for a good hour or so. Blue theorizes that he's actually a ghost with weird transporting powers, but that's completely illogical. Apparently he was extremely loud and energetic before puberty. Wonder what happened...

"Venalasue's right-"

"-Valensuela-" Valensuela corrected.

"-We can't keep fighting like this. Let's all pipe down, relax, and enjoy this lovely meal." Mother continued, once again ignoring her brother. All of us sighed, not exactly wanting to comply.

"*Cough*Tastes-like-constipated-snails*Cough*" Blue purposely insulted between coughs. I held down a laugh. Mother's cooking was the worst. The pasta was under cooked, the sauce was much too watery, and those who dared to try sprinkling on some cheese know that it tasted moldy and oddly crunchy. It really was the equivalent of constipated snails. Mother glared at her failure of a child before joining the rest of the family in silence as we all ate our meal, judging each other once again without a single word. A good ten minutes or so went by before my phone lit up again, this time without the text-tone sounding the room, only the vibration of the device shaking the table, once again catching all eyes on me. I paused, exchanging glances between each family member and my glowing iPhone. I knew it was rude, texting at a time like this, but at the same time I had no idea what was happening with Shadow. I noticed my hand twitch, wanting desperately to grab the phone and call him immediately, but the glares of my family members stopped me from doing so. I sighed, about to ignore the phone and continue eating when I abruptly dropped my knife and fork, acquiescing as I picked up my phone and slid open the lock.

"Stop texting your girlfriend, Dork." Blue teased, giving me a snarky look. I didn't make eye contact, my eyes fixated on my phone.

[Shad]

Hey, It's Red. Shadow's best friend. Not sure if he's talked about me :P I'm in the waiting room right now, waiting for him to get out of surgery. It's taking a while though... :/ Hopefully it's all going well. I'll keep you updated.

[Message sent 7:11PM]

"I don't have a girlfriend." I replied sharply, immediately starting to reply. I dared not to look up from my device, knowing all I'd see are disapproving glares from my family and a snarky smirk from my annoying brother.

[Vio]

Yeah, Shad's told me about you various times. What happened to him? May I ask why he's in surgery?

[Message sent 7:13PM]

"Fine. Boyfriend." Blue corrected, sticking another piece of pasta into his mouth. My eyes subconsciously glanced to the name "Shad" above the sent messages. Boyfriend, huh? We were close... But definitely not that close! I mean, we hadn't even met each other. Besides, we were "Bros" as Shadow had called it. We'd never see each other as anything more than friends... right? I made a "tsk" sound, waiting for a response from Red.

"Not my Boyfriend." I replied a little quieter, my heart beating faster as a small "..." bubble appeared, indicating that Red was typing.

[Shad]

Oh! He didn't tell you? He got in a car accident. Some idiot was drunk driving! Who drinks this early anyway?!

[Message sent 7:15PM]

My eyes glanced up to Uncle-er... Aunt Ghirahim, who was already smashed, taking another swing of what I assumed was her 7th beer bottle.

[Vio]

I can think of one. How bad was it? Will Shadow be alright?

[Message sent 7:15PM]

"Wait! You have a boyfriend?! OHMAHGAWD! VIIIIIIII! YOU LITTLE HOTTIE YOU! BRINGING IN ALL THE MEN N' STUFF~" Aunt Ghirahim slurred, extremely excited over nothing. I cringed, though I tried to hide it. Don't think I had much luck though.

"Ghirahim, stop it. You're embarrassing yourself." Valensuela mumbled, obviously embarrassed over his family. He and I are a lot alike.

"Shut up Vena-something-something. I DO WHAT I WANT!" Ghirahim exclaimed, "fabulously" flipping a strand of hair (which was a large, brunette, beehive wig by the way) out of his face.

"Valensuela." Valensuela corrected.

"That what I said: Verla-derp-a-dorp." Ghirahim replied, taking another sip of her beer.

[Shad]

It's... not terrible... He broke his right arm and leg I think, and you know how he's so cheap and won't buy a new, safe car, right? Well the airbag didn't work, obviously cause that car's 90-thousand years old, so he bashed his head against the stirring wheel. I didn't get to see him before he went in for surgery so I don't know how bad it was. Fingers crossed.

[Message sent 7:18]

My felt like my heart stopped again. Bashed his head against the stirring wheel?! He's going to have perminate brain damage! He's going to have issues regarding his brain for the rest of his life! He's never going to get to travel the world with me like we promised! I felt like running into my room, away from my stupid family like a stupid teenager, but I couldn't. I can't run away from life's problems. No one can. No matter how many immature fits and doors you slam. I learned from Blue's experiences. I sighed, trying to internally calm myself down, bringing my fingers to the keyboard once more.

[Vio]

Please call.

[Message sent 7:20]

I couldn't talk about it over text. I needed Red on the phone. Information. I needed more information, more details, I needed to know everything. It wasn't like that was going to make it any better or fix any problems, but the more I know the easier it is for me to calm down. Maybe that's why I'm so good at my studies...

"Y'know, when I was a young lad, we didn't have cell phones-"

"Yeah, yeah, your life sucked, you had to write letters to people, and you couldn't use Japanese emojis. I've only heard this stupid story a million times." Blue rolled his eyes, cutting Grandfather off.

"Life didn't like, suck! It was totally romantic and shiz, y'know with all the poetic letters n' stuff... Writing is totally the way to go. Texting is just for lazy people!" Aunt Ghirahim ranted, challenging Blue.

"Oh please, you cannot tell me Romeo and Juliet wouldn't have ended better if they just had even flip phones. It would've been way easier for them to just text each other the plan instead of that stupid letter and whoever was supposed to deliver it." Blue rolled his eyes.

"Yeah but-"

Cutting Aunt Ghirahim off, my phone starting ringing a simple tune, making Blue instantly rip the phone out of my hands before I could answer, holding it up to his ear and answering it for me.

"Yello?" Blue slurred his words together, easily pushing me back as I reached desperately for the phone, knocking down a few glasses in the midst of it all.

"U-Um, hi? It's uh, Red. Shadow's friend." Red's meek voice sounded through the speakers.

"Shadow? Is that Vio's boyrfriend?" Blue curiously asked, putting the phone on speaker-mode.

"It's not!" I hissed, still trying to grab at the phone.

"Um... If you don't mind me asking, who am I talking to right now?" Red curiously asked as Blue had to push back on my face to get me away.

"His Awesomer-More-Good-Looking-Twin-Brother, Blue." Blue replied with a smirk before letting out an awkward grunt as he and I struggled against each other.

"O-Oh... Do you think you could put Vio on the phone, maybe?" Red asked kindly.

"Nope, no can do." Blue replied with a good chuckle, throwing the phone over to my Grandfather, who also joined in on the laughs.

"Oh ho ho... Red, huh? I used to know a lassie named Red. Man, she was a beauty! Blonde hair, blue eyes, big, beautiful-"

"Grandfather!" I cut him off with a glare, reaching out my hand for him to give me back my phone. I really didn't want him to finish that sentence...

"Sorry Boy, I still got quite a few rebellious bones in my body!" Grandfather chuckled like it was a hilarious joke, which it wasn't. All I wanted to do was to speak to Red and figure out what exactly happened to Shadow, but no, my family wouldn't allow that. Grandfather threw the phone over to Uncle Valensuela, who immediately threw it over to Aunt Ghirahim, not wanting anything to do with it.

"Wait a minute, I thought Vio was like, talking to a boy." Ghirahim thought out loud.

"...I am a boy..." Red muttered a reply.

"Oh! I thought you were a girl~! Y'know, with that high pitched voice of yours." Ghirahim laughed loudly into the phone. I could just feel how uncomfortable Red was and he wasn't even saying anything. Poor guy.

"Ghirahim!" I exclaimed with an intensifying glare.

"Have you ever thought about going into drag?" Ghirahim questioned, making me gasp.

"What?!" Red inquired, just as I lunged at Aunt Ghirahim, only to have him chuck the phone over to Zelda and Vaati who didn't take any time before both simultaneously asking,

"Are you Vio's boyfriend?"

"N-NO!" Red exclaimed, extremely flustered. Quickly I walked on over behind them and swiftly ripped the phones out of the two's hands, them not putting up much of a fight. I was furious. Absolutely furious. I hated my family, I hated reunions, I hated mother's dinners trying to patch up our relations. But sometimes you just can't fix what's broken. Sometimes what's broken doesn't want to be fixed. I just couldn't understand why Mother didn't understand that. Bitterly picking up my plate from the table, I started making my way towards the stairs to escape into one of the guest rooms, however I stopped before the first step, turning around to face my family, who all looked guilty as ever. I spoke coldly.

"All you all wonder why I hate reunions."

~Sealed~

Shadow's POV

Holy Farore! I felt AMAZING! I don't know what it was... I wish I did. If anyone asked me to describe the feeling, I don't think I could. Buuuuuuuuut if I had to I'd have to say I felt like I was skating over a rainbow with a unicorn by my side while eating a bag of chocolate-covered marshmallows, except I wasn't. I was laying down on a cold, uncomfortable hospital bed with my leg and arm wrapped in a giant, itchy cast. Ah, but I still felt amazing. Must've been the drugs they used to put me to sleep. Guess it didn't wear off yet.

Wait a minute...

Why was I being put to sleep?

Oh, yeah. Almost died. Hahah, that was thrilling. Wish I could've been there to see it all happen and not completely unconscious and then forced into slumber. Ah, well I'm sure Vio will fill me in on the dramatic details. I wonder if anyone cried. That'd be hilarious! I tried rolling onto my side to get more comfortable, but the restraints on my leg and my head feeling extremely weird every time I tried to move it stopped me from doing so. Using just my eyes, I started to observe my surroundings. Just an ordinary hospital. White-ish-grey walls, boring blue curtains separating me from the other patients, a table with Dasies beside my head, probably from Red, a glass of water, and my beautiful baby; my black-covered iPhone.

I wanted to grab the phone, but alas, it was too strenuous for me; it was on the right side of my head, but I couldn't use my right hand because of my arm so I'd have to use my left but I couldn't because then I'd have to roll over to my side which made my head feel weird which then made my leg hurt for some reason and this is probably what Vio would call a "run-on sentence".

Ah... How I wish Vio was here...

Vio...

Goddesses! I have to text Vio! Let him know I'm alive! I panicked mentally, reaching pathetically with my left hand for the messaging device. Letting out a grunt that was louder than I wanted it to be, I finally grasped a hold of my phone, thumping back onto my original position. As I let out a sigh of relief, I slid open my phone, instantly taking me to the messages that Red was exchanging with Vio. Their conversation was short, ending with Vio's text stating to "Please call". I hoped he wasn't panicking... The injury wasn't all that bad, was it?

My hand subconsciously brushed up against my head, wrapped up in bandages and... and...

"Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit..." I cursed repeatedly, my hand fully brushing against my bald, stitched head. Great. Just frickin' great. Now I'm bald! And just when I was planning to surprise visit Vio too! I can't let him see me like this! I probably look ridiculous. I'll probably cry in the morning over it once I'm off the drugs. I thought to myself.

[Awesome Me]

Hey Daaaaaaaarrrlinnng~ Srry 4 bothering u this late n stuff haha. I actually just woke up from surgery. Wat did I miss in the last 8 hours?

[Message sent 1:32AM]

I sent Vio a message, chuckling as I did so. I'm not sure why. I don't think it was that funny... Maybe in the moment it was. Then again, on whatever drug I was on, everything was funny. I think I was laughing at the folds in my blanket at one point because it kinda looked like a bunny in the dark. Wow, my mind must've been thinking weird crap while I was on those drugs...

[Sunflower]

Shadow! Thank the Goddesses! I was so worried! How're you feeling? Did the surgery go well?

[Message sent 1:40AM]

Sunflower was a nickname I gave him. He didn't know at the time, and I half-expected him to never figure out. It was a little embarrassing, but I liked to think of him as my Little Sunflower because he was so bright and so innocent. And by that I mean he was kinda a loser. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, (I wasn't sure what he was into...) I mean, the poor boy hadn't even had his first kiss. Guess he was too focused on school to have a social life, cause if he did have a social life, I'm sure he'd have no issue picking up a girl. I've seen his pictures on InstaTriforce. He's a heart breaker.

[Awesome Me]

Yah I'm feeling reeeeeeaaaallly good. It's almost hysterical how good I feel. I feel over the rainbow man. Soooommmeeewheeeeeerrre over the raaaainnboooooowww~ Skys are blueeeeeee~

[Message sent 1:43AM]

[Awesome Me]

Except I feel like the skys are neon green, not blue lol

[Message sent 1:43AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

Skies** Are you feeling alright?

[Message sent 1:44AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

Never better. I understand y people do drugs now lol srry if I'm slow at replying btw. I have 2 use my left hand haha.

[Message sent 1:46AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

That's a bad thing. Don't do drugs. You're bad enough of an influence on me and the people around you already. Also, don't worry about it. Don't strain yourself trying. If you want to rest you don't have to text me.

[Message sent 1:47AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

No no I want 2 txt u! I missed u while I was asleep.

[Message sent 1:49AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

That sounds like the drugs talking.

[Message sent 1:49AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

No! I actually missed u. I didn't dream of u while I was in surgery so it made me sad. Usually I dream of u but this tim I didn't :(

[Message sent 1:51AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

That's definitely the drugs talking.

[Message sent 1:52AM]

[Sunflower]

...You dream of me often?

[Message sent 1:55AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

Maaaaaaaaaayyybeeee

[Message sent 1:56AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

What do I usually do in these dreams of yours?

[Message sent 1:57AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

I cant tell you~ ;)

[Message sent 1:58AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

Shadow.

[Message sent 1:58AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

Whaaaaaaaaatt?

[Message sent 1:59AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

You know... Nevermind. You should get some rest Shad. It is two in the morning.

[Message sent 2:03AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

I don't wanna clooooooooose my eeeyyyyyeeeeeeeess~ I don't wanna faaaaaaaaaaallll asleeeeeepp~ cuz I'll miss you baby and I dooooon't wanna miss a thiiiiiiinnnnggggg~

[Message sent 2:06AM]

[Awesome Me]

Even when I dreeeeeeaaaaam of youuuuuuuu~ The sweetest dream will neeeeeeevveeeerrrr dooooooo~ I'll still miss you baby and I dooooonn't wanna miss a thiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg~

[Message sent 2:07AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

That was beautiful Shadow. Thank you for serenading me over text. Now go to bed.

[Message sent 2:07AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

Fine. I will. Night.

[Message sent 2:08AM]

[Awesome Me]

Hey Vio?

[Message sent 2:15AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

I thought you were going to bed.

[Message sent 2:17AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

I was but I just wanted 2 say that I'm really thankful we're bros y'know? I'm so thankful that I joined that stupid website years back. If I didn't I never would've met u. That would've made me sad. THanks 4 always being there Sunflower.

[Message sent 2:19AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

...Sunflower?

[Message sent 2:23AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

Vio. I meant Vio lol.

[Message sent 2:23AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

Well, I'm thankful for you too. Really, really thankful. Now go to bed Love.

[Message sent 2:24AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

...Love?

[Message sent 2:24AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

Shadow. I meant Shadow.

[Message sent 2:25AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

Hahah ok. hey Vio?

[Message sent 2:26AM]

~ooo~

[Sunflower]

Yes?

[Message sent 2:26AM]

~ooo~

[Awesome Me]

I love you.

[Message sent 2:26AM]

~Delivered~

Blegh... I felt so gross. My throat felt dry, my head was pounding with a recurrent sharp pain coming along every once in a while, my arm and leg felt hot and itchy, but trying to itch it was futile, y'know with the giant ass cast and everything. It took me a good 20 minutes or so to figure out where I was or what was happening. Right. Hospital. Car accident. Great. Oh well, maybe I'll get a few extra bucks for suing the guy. That'd be nice.

It wasn't long after I awoke that a bright, happy nurse walked in, holding a tray of breakfast and a small dish of pills. Blonde, cute, young, probably a ditz. Just my type. I smirked, watching the cutie as she placed the tray on my side table. My hands pressed down on a side button, making the bed slowly move up to a sitting position.

"Breakfast is served. How're you feeling?" The blonde asked with a smile. How one could keep up such a positive attitude in a terrible environment like this, I'll never understand.

"Better now that you're here." I replied with a smirk that made her blush with a giggle. My eyes glanced down at her name tag: Erune. That was a cheesy line, but hey, it worked on girls like her.

"How's your head?" Erune asked, starting to unravel the the bandages around my head to replace with new ones.

"It's okay. Hurts." I replied, about to run a hand through my hair when I realized, 'Oh yeah, I have no hair.' Erune must've noticed my face when her happy attitude suddenly dropped.

"Yeah... Sorry, you weren't exactly awake for us to ask permission to shave your head." Erune mumbled, a tug at her lips. I nodded understanding.

"On a scale of 1 to 10 how attractive am I still?" I asked innocently, making her laugh.

"I say somewhere between 11-12." She replied with a wink, sliding the dish of pills closer to me. "Take these. They'll help the pain." And with that she started walking away, a smile still on her lips. I chuckled, taking the pills and swallowing them within a few seconds with a big gulp of water. I wish they worked instantly. Dammit it hurt more than I thought... Trying to take my mind off the pain I slid open my phone, taking me to the last thing I did, which was text Vio at two in the morning. Poor guy. He must hate me. Good thing he's on vacation visiting his family and not at school. He would've killed me.

That's when my heart stopped at the last thing I texted:

I love you.

Dammit. Dammitdammitdammit. Frickling frackling frickity frack. In Farore's name. For Din's sake. Something about Nayru.

Why would I say that?!

Did he think it was weird?! He must've. He didn't reply. Maybe he just didn't see it and that's why he didn't reply...

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UGH! Damn, I'm such an idiot! I hope he remembered that I was on drugs. I mean, I said a lot of weird crap. He didn't think I actually loved him... did he?

But that was the thing. Thing was, I did love him. Not in a romantic way, nuh-uh. We hadn't even met each other. However I loved him in a "brotherly" way. Yeah, that was it. He was my support when ever I needed it and I was his. Vio kept me from going to a dark place a long time ago, and I know that with his family and lack of social life, I'm the only friend he's got. I remember for a good while Vio always said his only friend was a dog. It was named after a colour or something. Man... I didn't realize how many people I knew who's names were colours... Even mine! Anyway, though it was sad and pathetic to hear, it was probably true before I came along. And when the poor dog died, I remember Vio was so upset for days, weeks, maybe even months. But I was there for him, and through that we created this weird, close connection. I loved him for a while now.

Now I just wanted to know if he loved me.

I slammed my phone down on my chest, leaning my head back into the pillows with a sigh. Maybe Vio didn't reply before he was trying to sleep or he had to deal with family stuff... at... two in the morning... Yeah something like that...

Oh who am I kidding?! Vio probably hates me! He'll probably never talk to me again and I'll be all alone in this stupid-

A happy, short tune played from my phone on my chest, cutting my thoughts off. Picking up my phone and sliding it open, I discovered I had received a text; a text that made my heart leap right out of my chest. I felt like a teenage girl, wanting to squeal in happiness and fail my arms as I ran down the halls of the hospital. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, considering I was trapped in this position on this bed for a good while. Even so, those simple words made me oh so happy.

[Sunflower]

I love you too.

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~I'm Yours~


I LOVE WRITING FLUFF IT'S SO FLUFFY I ALMOST GAVE MYSELF A HEART ATTACK BUT I DIDN'T WHICH IS A GOOD THING BECAUSE THEN I'D END UP IN A HOSPITAL LIKE SHADOW BUT I SUPPOSE IT'D BE A GOOD THING IN A SENSE BECAUSE THEN I COULD CHANGE THIS AND ACTUALLY DESCRIBE WHAT BEING IN A HOSPITAL IS LIKE BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA I'VE NEVER BEEN IN ONE I MEAN I HAVE TO VISIT PEOPLE N STUFF BUT YOU KNOW AND I'VE LOST TRACK OF THE POINT IN THIS SENTENCE AND I REALLY LIKE PICKLES.

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Whale then, that was a bit awkward.

ANYWHO~

Hope you all enjoyed! I will be updating tomorrow (What? Dino updating in a day? ABSURD!). Can't decide if I should do one or two more chapters. I suppose it depends on how much I write. Anyway, this is the time where I advertise my other stories like an annoying sales person so here it goes:

Hey Pretty Lady, (or man) you're looking blue

So why not take an hour or two

To look at my stories on FictionPress

Where I many characters look like a mess.

There's drama, there's humor, there's romantic stuff

Or go on my FanFiction to read some fluff.

And once your done be sure to click review

Cause that would make me happy enough to "mooooooooo".

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That was really awkward too. I shouldn't rap anymore.

Okay.

BYE!

Lots of hugs!

-Dino