So, I decided to keep going with it. I'm not one that likes to read one-shots, because once it's over... you want to know what happens AFTER that. Like, in this one. I kind'a dropped it at "I knew we were going to be more than friends" And I was thinking, that's kind'a not fair. You guys probably want to know what happens when Sheik wakes up... What Zelda and Link's relationship goes to after the events in the one-shot blah blah blah. I know I would.

So here it is!

Zelda: You better not make me cry in this. I had enough embarrassment in the last one.

I'll try. I don't like making you cry. A. Because you try to kill me afterwards. And B. I dun like to see you cry ;-;

Link: Stop hitting on her.

Sowwy ;-;

Anyways! ENJOY!


Link's POV

It's been a week since I had the fight with Sheik.

He nearly died as a result.

I felt really bad about it, but Zelda said he deserved it... The day after, she informed me that Sheik is only 17. I'm 18. So really, that was just an older kid, beating the crap out of a younger kid.

Come to think of it.

That makes sense that Sheik had no idea how to fight, or how to drive that car.

I had grabbed the pistol that Sheik had before we left. Zelda questioned it, but I replied with a simple "It's to keep him from getting any ideas."

It gleemed in my hands. I hadn't told my parents about it yet, they didn't even know what had gone down in that span of 48 hours. If I told them, surely I'd be severely punished for my acts.

Not to mention the gun.

The gun...

...

I shoved it back into the black and orange shoe box and slid it back under my bed.

"Link? Are you OK?" my mother asked from downstairs.

"Yeah mom! I'm fine!" I yelled in response. I let out a heavy sigh and stroked back my long blond hair. My phone buzzed on the bed next to me.

Startled, I snatched the phone up. It was a text from Zelda:

Hey, you wanna go for a ride?

I smiled. Zelda loved ridding around with me.

I quickly tapped the screen, typing out my response:

Yeppers, omw

I hit the green send button and then the power button on the top.

I smirked and stood up, shoving my phone into my right pocket. I stopped for a moment, lost in thought. Should I take the... Gun..?

I laid down on the ground quietly and grabbed the shoe box, opening it. I stared at the shining object for a moment before picking it up. I grabbed the magazine and the spare bullet. I shoved them into my pocket and then slipped the cold metal object into the back of my waistband.

I sighed and closed the box, stuffing it back under the bed. I walked out of the room and down the stairs. The wood was cool under my feet.

"Hey Link! Where are you off to?" my father questioned from his chair. He turned the TV down, waiting for me to respond.

"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon!" I said, before slipping my shoes on and walking out the door.

I slid into my MR2 and turned the engine. I revved it slightly and smiled. I loved the sound of that supercharger.

My sister, Aryll, leaned out of her window and yelled, "I love you, Link! Be back home soon!"

I smiled and waved. I then took off down the road.


Zelda loved it when I raced around through the back roads in my car with her.

She loved hearing the engine.

She loved not having to worry.

She could say what ever she wanted without fear of being hit.

I pulled into her driveway in my car. Her father was standing in the doorway. I got a unnerving sense of de ja vu.

She smiled as she ran out, after giving her father a kiss on the cheek.

She was wearing a light pink sweater with a white t-shirt underneath it. Worn blue jeans hung from her hips and she had a pair of hot pink Nikes on. Her hair was pulled back into a long pony-tail with pink and light green holders. She had a light coating of make-up on. A tad bit of blush and maybe a little mascara, but that was it. She is beautiful.

The passenger-side door swung open and she jumped in. I smiled at her and revved the engine slightly.

We both laughed as we waved to her father. I put the gear shifter into reverse and pulled out into the road and stopped for a second.

I looked at Zelda and smirked. She looked back at me and gave me a wild smile.

"Go!" she yelled.

I locked down the brakes and floored it. The engine screamed, as did the back wheels. I huge plume of off-white smoke gathered behind the car.

She screamed and laughed. I laughed along with her. She's so beautiful when she's happy... I don't understand how Sheik could have been such an asshole to her.

I turned my head back to see her father still standing in the doorway, shaking his head. I laughed and waved to him before letting off the brake and rocketing down the road.

We turned down a small dirt road and shifted down into first gear. I pressed down on the throttle slightly and then let off, pushing the clutch in and shifting into second, then letting off the clutch and pressed the throttle back down.

I repeated this proccess until I was doing around 120 and in fith gear. I still had a little give in the throttle, but I didn't want to push the engine too hard. I don't feel like slinging a rod.

I thought back to when Sheik pushed that 383 Stroker too hard and slung a rod through the block.

I shivered and let off the gas slightly. Zelda looked over at me and laughed slightly.

I was still thinking about Sheik.

We haven't heard, nor seen, from him in a week. Zelda hasn't gotten a text or call from him, his parents, or his friends, so neither of us really know anything about him right now. As in, what happened after we left.

I shook the thought off, and kept driving. I let off the throttle until we were doing a relatively slow speed; about 60 miles per hour.

Zelda laughed and said, "That was fun!"

I smiled and pulled out onto the paved road and angled towards a nearby store.

We pulled into the parking lot and got out.

"Why are we here?" Zelda questioned, confused.

I laughed, "Want something to drink? I'm gonna grab a pack of smokes and a Red Bull."

"You smoke?" she asked, once again confused.

I sighed, "Unfortunately."

She laughed slightly, "That's fine. Sheik used to."

I cringed slightly.

I don't want to be like Sheik.

At all.

"On second thought..."

"Hmm?" she questioned.

"I'm gonna quit. Shit's getting expensive." I said, motioning towards the advertisements for different cigarette brands plastered all over the windows.

The door to the store swung open to reveal a middle-aged indian man.

"Where are you going with that, sir?!" he yelled to a younger guy walking back to his truck.

I looked over at Zelda with an uneasy expression. She replecated it and glanced back over to the indian man, and then the man who he was talking to.

"Oh, Indi-Boy's tryin'a start summin', eh?"

The man that spoke was the young guy. He was leaning up against his truck, tossing the can of dip between his hands. He had a camoflauge jacket on and Costo sunglasses. A camoflauge Bass pro shop hat sat ontop of his head. Damn Rednecks.

How did he manage to get that? Without paying no less. He was obviously younger than me; maybe around 16.

"I am calling ze cops!" the indian man yelled, running back into the store. The guy laughed and stepped up into his truck, then started it. There was an obvious absence of a muffler. He glanced over at me and smirked, as if he knew something.

The truck was a red 2004 Dodge Dakota that was jacked up about 6 inches with mud tires on it. He had a spotlight mounted on the roof and a brush guard covering the grille and headlights. There was a giant antenae mounted to the back of the cab. It was probably around 8-foot long with three soft balls on it. One was stuck on every two foot or so.

...

I know that truck.

...

The guy driving it is not who owned it.

...

This could get dicey.

A few moments after the truck had left, I found myself tailing it in my MR2. Zelda was pleading for me to stop and let the police handle it... But, I knew the owner of that truck, and I know he doesn't have friends like that.

"Link! Pleeease, I'm begging you!"

I sighed and let off the gas slightly. Was this really my business? For all I know, this could be a relative...

After deciding that Zelda was right, I went back to the store to find a 2015 Dodge Charger police cruiser sitting where the truck had sat.

"Zere he is!" the Indian man yelled. My face went pale.

Are you kidding me?

Instantly me and Zelda were being yelled to put our hands up on the roof. We did as instructed.

Fun. I just love being framed.

"Turn the vehicle off!" the officer barked, gun drawn. I did so, and he opened my door and pulled me to the pavement.

"Erragh!" I groaned. My face had hit the asphalt pretty hard, but it wasn't bleeding. I looked over to see Zelda being pushed over the hood of the police cruiser. The officer was searching her, tears were threatening to pour from her beautiful sky-blue eyes.

"Sir, is this the man that stole from you?" the officer asked the Indian man. He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't relieved. I don't feel like going to jail today for something I didn't even do.

The officer took his knee off of my back and let me stand.

"Sorry 'bout that sir." He said, taking his yellow cap off for a second and rubbing his brown hair for a moment.

"It's alright, you're only doing your job," I said, dusting off my shirt.

Zelda ran over to me and buried her face in my chest, sobbing. Stroking her back, I turned back to the officer.

"So, I'm asuming you two are dating?" he said quizically.

Zelda stopped for a moment and turned to the man, "No!" and then resumed sobbing into my chest.

I shrugged, "Nah, just good friends."

He leaned over to whisper into my ear, "She obviously likes you... I'd say pursue this one..."

I shrugged once again. He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I took his hand firmly and shook it.

"Name's Pipit Skyle."

"Name's Link Hurot."

We retracted our hands and bid farewell. Zelda was still sniffling slightly as we got back into the car.

"Link, w-why does trouble a-always follow me..." she sniffed. My shoulders dropped. I really don't know... I've only known her for a week...

I sighed, "I don't know. I really don't."

She sniffled and leaned her head on my shoulder.

Then, I remembered something.

We still hadn't gotten anything at the store.

"Hey, want a drink?"

She lifted her head and nodded. Her eyes were puffy and wet. I reached up and cupped her cheek in my hand.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She looked down for a second and then she did something unexpected...

She lunged forward and placed a sloppy kiss on my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. I sat there for a moment, eyes wide. Upon realizing what was happening, I closed my eyes, enjoying the kiss. I gently wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her slightly closer.

I opened my eyes for a moment to see her face red as a tomato. Her eyes flung open and she tore away from me. I looked at her for a second, but I decided not to question it.

"S-sorry..." she mumbled, covering her face.

"I... It's alright..."

I turned the car on and went to pull out of the parking lot of the small store. The Officer Skyle stopped me before leaving to inform me about my recent speeding infringments. I scowled and shrugged it off.

Zelda was silent for about ten minutes. I turned to look at her and shot a question her way.

"So... Did you enjoy it?"

She turned cherry red and I exploded into laughter.

"L-Link!" she yelled, embarressed. I laughed at her, playfully of course.

She sighed and laid her head back on my shoulder. I smiled and reved the engine slightly, making the tires squeel in protest.

"Yes. I did."

I laughed and nodded, "I did too."

We pulled into the another store and I parked the car right outside. Zelda jumped out and ran in, beckoning for me to come in.

I sighed and chuckled lightly.

She's so beautiful.


Sheik's POV

That rat-bastard's got some guts. I stared at him through binoculars from the safety of my little Voltswagen. I was parked in the parking lot adjacent to the one he was in.

I sighed, lowering the optical device from my face. The engine turned on roughly; still needs some work.

This guy is going down.

This guy is going to pay for what he did to me.

He will beg for mercy at the hands of Sheik Betsalel.

So help me god-

Link Hurot, I will kill you.


So uh, yeah. There's the beginning of the Sequel... I think it came out rather well... Despite being rather short... Eh.

Sheik's last name is Latin for "In the shadow"; fitting, seeing as he will be mostly seen hidding in the shadows.

I'll also start replying to reviews in my authors notes from time to time. I'll start doing that in Chapter Five of Life is Hard!

Until next time you guys!