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Secrets
Morton fidgeted under his older brother Roy's gaze. It seemed like the eyes behind the sunglasses were peeling layers of himself away until is thoughts lay bare like an open book. Morton shoved the rest of his lunch in his face and, resisting the urge to shout his secret to the heavens, mumbled, "I gotta go," and left the dining hall. Actually, Roy wasn't even looking at Morton. He was watching Iggy tapping away at his laptop, trying to bypass the parental block that Bowser put so Roy could watch more tough-guy movies.
Morton felt like he would burst with the weight of his secret. He had been speaking less and less for the past few weeks to avoid slipping up and saying something. Morton needed advice, and there was only one Koopa who could give that kind of help.
He knocked on a door and poked his head in. "Wendy?" Morton asked quietly.
"Mmm?" Wendy said. She was sitting in front of her mirror and doing her makeup. Morton walked in, closed the door behind him, and stood there twiddling his claws.
"Well?" Wendy turned around annoyed.
"Um, Wendy? If I tell you something, do you promise to never ever EVER tell anyone else, not even our brothers?"
Alright. Against my better judgment, my curiosity has gotten the better of me. Tell."
Morton stood there, fidgeting.
"Well? Spit it out! I have to finish my makeup!"
"Uh, well, um, see... there'sthisonegirlDragonKoopadowninthevillageandshe'skindareallyprettybutIdon'tknowhowtotellherandIneedyourhelp,"
Morton said in a rush.
"Wait," Wendy said, hopping down, crossing her arms, and grinning. "Did I hear the word 'girl' in there?"
Morton nodded miserably. Wendy walked over to him and placed a claw on his arm.
"Hey, little brother, don't be miserable. I'm here to help! I've been waiting for YEARS for one of you to need my advice. What does she look like?"
He wordlessly handed over a crumpled drawing.
"Whoa. Who drew this?"
"Um, me. But it's not a drawing, it's just a doodle. I just did it cause I was bored. I mean, it's not like I go around drawing girls or anything like that! No. That's for sissies. And I'm not a sissy! You know-"
Wendy held up her hand to stop his chatter, still looking at the picture. "No, seriously, this is really good! I didn't know you did anything artistic! Here, I'll tell you everything you need to know about girls..."
Several days later, Morton stood in front of a house in the village. His hair was combed and clean, and he held a fresh drawing of her in one hand and a boquet of flowers in the other. He nervously knocked on the door. When it opened to show a motherly-looking dragon koopa, he said, "Is Lilah home?"
"Yes, she's right this way. In the living room," the mother said, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly into the living room.
What he saw made him drop the picture and flowers in shock. Lilah was sitting on the couch in another guy's arms, kissing him.
Morton ran home, fighting tears all the way.