A/N: After re-reading this story, I decided to re-write it to where it makes more sense. Sheik is a guy in my story, and before you gripe, I saw other people putting Sheik as male, and as a separate person in their fanfics, so why can't I? Also, the Samus in my fic is my own OC, not the one from the Metroid games.

The light from the sun beamed through Zelda's window and shined on her face, waking her up. She rose from her bed and stretched out. It was the 18th of May, the day of the prom at the smash ball. Zelda couldn't wait until the prom, and had been making plans for it all week. She got out of bed, showered hurriedly, got dressed, and combed her hair. When she walked out of the bathroom door and into her own room to plan.

Meanwhile, Marth, Roy, and Link were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to come up with last minute plans of their own.

"I don't get it!" said an annoyed Roy, "Why is everyone so excited about the prom, anyway?"

"It happens once every two years at the smash ball," said Link, "and this is their big opening."

"Yeah, but I don't see any point on going if I don't have a date."

"I don't have one either, but I'm still going."

"How much is this going to cost, exactly?" Marth asked, clasping his hands together and setting them on the table.

"I don't think it really costs anything," Link said.

"Well...I guess I'll go, but only because I have nothing better to do."

"What about a date?"

"Date?"

"I believe your suppose to have a date to prom," Roy said, "at least...that's how it's been since it exsisted."

"I...don't think I have one," Marth said, "besides, you just told us that you don't want one, Roy."

"I don't; I'm just worried about you two."

"I'm not worried about it, really," Link said.

Zelda walked downstairs with her original dress on. She had glitter on her face, and her hair was down. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, the three swordsmen looked at her and smiled.

"I think your a little ahead of yourself, Zelda," Roy said, "the prom doesn't start until later this evening."

Link noticed a note in her hand and asked, "Um…Zelda, what's that?"

"Oh…this thing?" she said, holding up the letter, "I saw it under my door. I think Sheik gave it to me, but he already knows he and I are together, so why would he do something like this?"

"Trying to be romantic, I suppose?" said Link.

Marth smiled.

"I think I'm going to go talk to him." Zelda was about to leave, but Marth jumped in.

"Wait a minute, Zelda, when someone puts down 'secret admirer' in a note, and you already know who it is, it's best to just play along." he said, "trust me."

"Well...I...all right," she wasn't really sure about it, but decided to go with Marth's word, "by the way, did you guys already eat breakfast?"

"Not yet," Link said.

"Shall I get Peach to make you something?"

"No, you don't have to do that," Roy said, "we can get something ourselves."

"All right then." Zelda took a granola bar from out of the top counter and left the kitchen.

Marth lets out a sigh.

"You ok?" Link asked.

"Uh...yeah, I'm fine." he said nervously.

"You sound nervous."

"I said I'm fine, Link!"

Marth got up from the table and left the kitchen. Roy and Link looked at each other.

"He may be nervous of this prom as well," Link said, "I don't blame him, really. Everyone gets cold feet at dances like this."

"He is acting kinda suspicious," Roy said, turning away, "I just hope he snaps out of it once prom starts."

"Yeah, so do I."

Sheik wiped the sweat off his forehead as he circled the sandbag. It was hours before the big event, and he had decided to do some training, to take some time away, in the training room. His top half was bare, revealing a dark skin complexion and muscle. His long hair was in a braid for the purpose of training. Sheik took out a needle and threw it at the sandbag, then charged and pounced on it, punching and kicking with all his might. Of course, the sandbag was incapable of fighting back, but it didn't matter since he rather enjoyed being kicked around.

Despite that fact, Sheik wasn't holding back, and was rather exhausted from his training. As soon as he felt his muscles begin to ache.

"All right, I'm finished," he said to the sandbag, "thanks."

He left the training room and headed toward a bathroom. After checking to see if no one was in there, he shut the door and proceeded to take his pants off. After loosening his hair from the braid, he stepped in the shower and turned the knob, allowing the water from the shower-head to gently fall on his body and wet his long blond hair.

After finishing up and drying himself, he took out his original Sheikah clothing and put it on. Since the prom didn't start until later in the evening, he didn't feel the need to put on any fancy clothing yet. He lowered his collar to show his face, since there was no longer a reason to hide it.

He jumped at the sound of a knock at his door. Sheik walked to the door and opened it.

"Good morning," it was Zelda.

"Hello, do come in." he said with a smile. Zelda entered the room and Sheik closed the door.

"I just wanted to know: are you attending the prom later?" she asked.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything."

Zelda lets out a small smile and continued, "Do...you have someone to go with?"

"I don't know, are you attending as well?"

Zelda chuckled, "Yes, I'm going too, and yes, I'm free."

At that point, she felt her heart drop, as she no longer had the courage to tell Sheik about the letter from her not exactly blind but anonymous date. Even though she thought it was from Sheik, her heart told her different.

"I've been looking forward to this for a while now," she said, "this will be our first dance together."

"Indeed," he said softly.

"Well, I'll let you finish up here. Thanks."

"No, thank you."

Zelda left the room, giving Sheik more time to get himself prepared.