A/N: Well, Chapter Three is up, thanks to Insane. certifiably for kindly telling me how to fix my little bug! Your good deed will not go un-noted!

Happy Reading!

~ LoveandZeLink


Chapter 3

He was a Sk8er Boi, She said "See you later, boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth

"So let me get this straight." I eagerly tapped my notebook, which was miraculously covered with mindless lyrics. "You had met Midna. You fell in love. She fell in love. You are a Light Being. She's a Twili or someone special. Beause of that difference, you were rejected. Da-daa-dum! And plus the fact she left you for the sake of her Twili people. You had your heart stomped over, but then you found me and fell madly in love"

"You're really twisting things" Link started to randomly babble.

"Shush, in the pro-cess here! Anyways, you fell madly in love with me and found mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey, sweetsy-tweetsy, true love!"

"Uhh... sounds good then," Link concluded with a stilt shrug.

"Awesome!" I yelled, pumping my hand, palm towards him, and then towards the ceiling. With a very amused chuckle, Link slowly met my high-five.

"So how should we start this?" I plopped back into the sofa, the marshmallow plush buoyantly absorbing my slouching figure. Link does the same, except he doesn't sink into the cushion but stays upright and cool.

I then turned the notepad around this way and that, reading around the jumbled words as Link tapped his chin, his mind wandering. He was mumbling under his breath a few rhymes and some experimental beats. I had no luck, however, disgustedly crumpling up my face in order to read between the lines. But just as I considered giving up the whole thing, my fabulous eyes caught a well known phrase.

'Boy falls in love with girl.' I had clearly scrawled in the center of the lyrical mess. A sign maybe?

If those light bulbs that popped with yellow brightness were real, there would have been an obvious one right above my head. Along with the comically wide eyes and the musically favored 'ding!'

Automatically, I scribbled the first lines to our first single.

Link heard the wave of my pen and snapped his undivided attention over to forehead scrunched in curiosity. His puzzled eyes narrowed. Finally, his head got it together to speak.

"What have you got there?" he asked, impulsively bending down to read the tiny words. Smiling radiantly, I angled the notepad to let him read the brilliant idea.

"He was a boy? She was a girl?" Link read off the page as if it was a question. No, actually, he was questioning me. He even had his head tilted to the left, almost questioning my sanity too.

"Yes. Is there a problem?" I fluttered my eyelashes, daring him to say NO with the notepad safely in sight of my genius mind. He lifted a corner of his frowning lips, in a twitchy sort-of-way, not a good sign.

"No. But can we make it any more obvious?" Link pried open his disbelief with an extra tilt of his already angled head and a pair of questioning azure eyes. "Wait, what's with that look on your face?"

Ignoring him, I thought though he might not trust me wholeheartedly, he sure is a walking, talking inspiration!

"Oooh." I swirled my gel pen in the air in enlightenment." Good one!" With the lyric still fresh in mind, I scribbled that below the first.

"Zelda, I don't think we should joke with this... this story truly is important to the both of us when we saved Hyrule. Midna and I really connected over this, but I did think she left because of"

"Because you're a punk and she's all ladylike?"

Link just stopped talking in total. He sighed in answer and allowed me to scribble more brilliance upon the empty paper. My eyes greedily read again and again the three lines. 'He was a boy, She was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk, She was ladylike...' But it just didn't click. I read again, but aloud. Link was inconspicuously attentive, although silent throughout the little song.

"Something's wrong," I mumbled, tapping the notepad's spiral with my pen.

"How can it be any more wrong?" Link thought audibly to the ceiling. "What more can you say?"

"We're on a roll!" I happily cheered, the pen on its own as it drizzled adventure across the path of the page.

"'He was a punk, she was ladylike... What more can I say?'" He read, mostly to himself, probably reminding himself of how he's a part for this lyrical brilliance.

"You're right. That does sounds wrong." I bit my lower lip, the pen instantaneously snatched out of my grasp from Link, but I furthered my intensive thinking by repeatedly, and out of a tiny habit, tugging on my pink lock.

All the while, Link really took the chance to look at me, taking in the littered head, the oversize sweatshirt, the purple bags, and my frustrated face. Then Link went back to investigating the pen, randomly viewing it from different perspectives like from his hand, on my shoulder, or onto the coffee table. He rotated it and the slim utensil was able enough to obscurely twirl, before colliding in a raucous clatter. We both blankly stared at the pen.

Link broke the silence. "Didn't Midna say she did ballet?"

I turned to him, my cerulean gaze warily watching his downward expression. He absently picked up the pen and rotated it again. The pen stayed in a ballet-like twirl. The moment it clattered on the table's glass top, I threw Link into a fierce hug and I grinned in the warm spot into his throat. He chuckled, unsuspected of my energetic response.

Beaming, I grabbed the pen back from him and scratched out the 'ladylike' phrase. Above the angry lines, I wrote in 'ballet.' Happy to the point of hyperventilation, I shoved the pad into Link's chest.

"Sing! Hurry!"

Link grinned widely, telling me to slow down and calm down, before a pause filled the excitement instead. Then gradually, he began singing in his lovely, liquid vocalization.

"He was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk, she did ballet. What more can I say?" he beautifully tuned, creating a rhythm of rock, yet a punch of pop, right on the first time.

From that moment onward, we worked endlessly on this one song. More work than any other song before. From downing highly caffeinated coffee and relying on that terribly long night, and each other, Link and I were able to finish our final key to the golden gateway of success.

And the key?

It's called Sk8er Hero.

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"Holy..." I gasped, gawking at the shiny, single CD cover of Sk8er Hero.

Link laughed, the delicious sound always bursting forth colorful butterflies in my tummy. In his hand was a copy of the single too.

The cover of Sk8er Hero was just awesome to look at. We had hired models in to fill in for me, Link, and Midna. The only people who know the real hero, ballerina, and the rocker girl are us, of course, but the models were fit to my and Link's imagination. A dirty-blonde, rocker girl with a microphone and a hells-yeah wink as her arm hooked with another dirty blonde, but male, smiling elatedly with one foot on a skateboard (We let the male model borrow Link's Epona). The Midna model hung in the back, in the dark, with a hand buried in her fiery-hued hair and the other placed on her stuck out hip. Her slightly surprised expressions may have been hard to read, but Link and I knew her true purpose in this song.

It's perfect.

"It's pretty epic, am I right? Much better than our others." I raised an eyebrow at him, reminding him of the song turned top ten from an another legendary band's list, The Indi-go-go's!

"Much much better," Link agreed kindly, quickly pulling me close into a playful embrace.

We started a small racket, laughing away in the small music corner with the singles both in our light grips and our inspirations for this new found happiness.

"Excuse us," a female voice interrupted.

Immediately, Link and I straightened ourselves together, me trying to slip out of Link's lanky arms as he tried to pull me back in, while maintaining his cool.

"Can we please have those? It's the last two and we've," the girl pleadingly pointed to her friend, a male who waved as he blew a big bubble, "been waiting forever for Sk8er Hero to come out." She whined a little, rubbing her fists together to emphasize the wait.

"Sure, kid," I sing-song replied, handing her my copy and Link handed the male his copy.

The girl froze, just as her fingers were within reach of the CD.

"No." She stepped back, almost tripping another music stand. "Freaking. Way." Her male friend caught onto her as he gasped along.

Link and I shared a look. A confused one.

"It's—It's — Zelda and an...—Link! From—from—" She frantically pointed the CD to her friend and he bobbed along. His jaw dropped, the glop of gum slipping down his throat.

Link and I grinned immediately at each other. Popularity, already?

So we both autographed the CD's with an expert flourish, the girl bouncing on her heels as the guy brightly grinned with another piece of gum between his teeth.

As they left, talking rapidly to each other in almost unintelligible babble, Link and I shared another look.

One look expectant of the prosperous future in front of us.


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