Marth Can't Get a Girlfriend
Marth can't get a girlfriend. He doesn't know why. Could it possibly be that he looks girly, acts girly, and is girlier than every girl in the Smash Mansion? Marth doesn't know, but he is determined to find his girl; with a pyromaniac, pink blob, and box-addicted reptile on his side, how could he possibly fail?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Super Smash Brothers.
Marth was sitting crossed-legged on his bed, daintily flipping the pages of his new novel. A shimmering, pink cloth laid only inches from his right hand. His face was tear-stained and bright red. Marth sniffed, reaching out and dabbing the corners of his eyes with his hankie.
"W-what a sad ending!" thought Marth, slowly closing his story book. His book was titled Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare. The cover featured a lightly-sketched lavender illustration of a young couple kissing. "But why!? Why couldn't they both live!? That's not fair! I… I--"
Fresh tears burst forth from the Altean prince. Marth flopped head-first on his bed, burrowing his face in a pillow whilst sobbing hysterically.
"What the heck…?"
Roy peeked his head through Marth's room, his flaming red hair hanging freely above his eyes and face etched with a bewildered expression. He could see that Marth was bawling into his sheets; when he squinted, Roy spotted the romance book in Marth's hands. Shaking his head, the general stepped into the feminine Smasher's room.
"Marth, are you reading those girly novels again?" he questioned exasperatedly.
"They are not girly!" protested Marth, looking up and grasping the story tightly in his chest. "And that's none of your business!"
"Actually, it is my business," said Roy, an angry vein popping out from his forehead. "When you read those stupid stories, you end up crying all night! Then I can't get any sleep because I happen to be your roommate!"
Marth paused, putting rubbing his chin in thought. "Well, that's your fault because you were the one who wanted to come here! No one invited you to Brawl, Roy-- you came here yourself!" he stated smartly.
"Sh-shut up!" Roy hissed, his cheeks turning dusty pink. "At least I'm not the one who's so gay that I can't ever get a girlfriend in my life!"
Roy glared, but Marth said nothing. The Altean only stared quietly at Roy with a blank expression. Seconds… minutes passed with eerie silence.
Roy blinked, thinking back to what he said. "Uh… um… sorry?" he added hastily.
Marth didn't reply, but a small frown formed on his expression. Then, from a small frown came a big frown, came a wobbly pout, came held-back tears, and finally came unheld-back tears.
"Uh, oh…" Roy quickly covered his eyes and squeezed his eyes shut.
"WAAAAAAAAAH!"
Marth started crying again, this time shrieking at the top of his lungs and flinging his body against the floor.
"Sorry! SORRY!" shouted Roy, leaping away from the reach of Marth's tantrum. His apology only seemed to make Marth scream louder, however, and escalate the violence of his fit. "Marth! Shut up!"
Roy swiftly kicked Marth, nailing him on the head. Marth flew backwards, crashing into the wall.
"Roy! I hate you!" he wailed, stumbling on to his knees. "A-and my face hurts because of you! I'll never forgive you, you big, fat meanie-head!"
"Like I care," said Roy, sticking out his tongue. He started to skip outside, trying to get away as soon as possible.
Marth leered at the red-head, a creepy smile tugging at his lips. "So I'll never let you sleep in peace ever again! How's that?" he added, giggling uncontrollably.
Roy jerked his head around in horror. "No!" he said, sweating profusely. "'Kay, I got it! You win! You win! Happy now?"
"No," Marth replied bluntly. "You have to help me."
Roy raised his right eyebrow. He really didn't want to stay in the same room as Marth any longer. "Help you at what, exactly?"
"You have to help me get a girlfrien--"
"Alright!"
Roy darted out of the room, without letting Marth finish his sentence and without truly understanding what he was getting himself in. Marth blinked, getting up from his bed and on his feet.
"That took faster than I thought it would," Marth wondered. A smile broke out and tears of happiness welled in his eyes. "Yay! I'm so happy! I luvs you, Roy!"
Marth cheered silently and picked up his copy of Romeo and Juliet to return to the library. As he headed out the door, Marth couldn't stop thinking about Roy and his promise.
"I know he'll help me!" Marth thought again. "Roy's such a good friend!"
A/N: Yep. Roy is a good friend indeed. Soooo… what do you think? Chapter Two is coming soon!