Marth nervously waked down the hall rubbing his hand's together as if applying hand sanitizer
He didn't like this, not one bit. He didn't want to ask these things, never the less he was going to.
Once he found his way to the door he opened it to find Ike relaxing on a reclining chair watching some T.V.. He looked back at the sound of the door being opened and said
"Hey Marth, what's up?" Before turning back to the television.
Marth started rubbing his hands again.
"Well I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?" He said stepping closer to the chair Ike was on, not bothering to close the door.
"Ya shoot." The older teen said looking back but not turning his head.
Marth took a deep breath and spit it out.
"Do you like me?" He asked almost shouting it at the unsuspecting mercenary.
Ike was shocked but lowered his head so the panicking prince couldn't see his face (not that he could see it before) and said bluntly.
"No."
Marth was taken back a bit but took another long, slow breath and continued.
"Am I pretty?"
The darker hared boy said no.
Marth's hands were shaking as he held them against his chest tears coming to his eye's. He was scared to ask the next question but he had to know.
"If I were to leave forever, would you cry?"
He received the same answer.
"I've heard to much." Marth said starting to get a little angry. The frustrated teen turned to walk away not hearing the sound of Ike getting up and out of the chair.
The taller teen stepped up behind the now crying prince and lovingly wrapped his arms around him.
Before Marth could utter a word Ike rested his head on the confused prince's shoulder and said.
"I don't like you, I love you. You're not pretty, You're beautiful. And if you were to leave and never come back, I wouldn't cry, I would die."
Actual poem
A girl once asked a boy "Do you like me?"
He said no
"Am I pretty?
He said no
Then she said " If I were to walk away, would you cry?"
And the boy said no
Then the girl said she had heard to much and turned to walk away.
The boy caught her hand and said
I don't like you
I love you
You're not pretty
You're beautiful
If you were to walk away, I wouldn't cry
I would die
This is the first of many short story's.
When I first read the poem I cried. When my mom first read this story she cried. I hope you like this as much as we did.
I first found this poem (at least I was told it's a poem) On a You Tube vid so I don't no who wrote it. If you know please tell me as I can put there name on it.
Here's the vid - watch?v=8igBH3Be2KA