Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with Drabble #6: His Friends in the drabble set, Engraved in Stone! So, we're doing a Marth x Ike- something I haven't written since like September and I need to revisit the best blue haired couple on the planet. It took me a moment to think about exactly what I wanted to do, and I've tried to write a one-shot without any dialogue, so this one will be in the shape of a letter, written all in italics. If there is any dialogue, it's because I couldn't hold in the urge any longer. Please enjoy drabble #6!
Dear Ike,
First off, I want to say that when I first met you, I never expected to get so close to you in such a short amount of time. It only took two weeks, one college dorm party and a trip to the old history museum down on Highland St. for you to become my best friend. After a brief study session at the renown coffee heaven known as Starbucks, you finally gave me your phone number.
I hadn't even gotten in my car yet, and your number was already saved onto the crappy flip phone I had for eleven years of my life. Speeding home at a top speed of 70 miles per hour, I tore inside my dorm and called you. I had never broken the law before, and talking to you virtually was the only time I'd ever do something. It's because I love you.
Perhaps you can't see it, and perhaps my notions are wrong and I'm just a delusional child. But I know it's there, I know it's real. People don't become such good friends in two weeks if there is absolutely no connection between them. You and I share something stronger than that, something bulkier than the foundations that formed our college campus. My parents back home always wanted me to find a person to spend my life with, and they didn't care who it was as long as it was someone real and had a voice. So, no... unfortunately I could not fall in love with Nutella; even though I really wanted to.
It's been five years after college and we haven't talked since the day you got your degree in Computer Science. You gave me a quick kiss on the cheek for good luck considering I had one more year to successfully nab my degree in Communications. The scent of orange honey dew lingers on my cheek to this day, although I haven't seen your face in forever.
That may sound like a hyperbole to most, but it's rather an understatement for me. Forever doesn't begin to cover how much I miss you. That old flip phone of mine got lost on the subway, never retrieved it. By the time I got around to getting a new phone, I forgot what your number was! It's horrible to think that someone so close to you could lose something so simple as a phone number. That was the day when you wrote to me, one of many letters.
The paper was a crisp white, inside a navy blue envelope with the name 'Marth- Golden Boy Painted Blue' written on the flap. It was your message of asking me for coffee later that day, at around four p.m. Racing to get in the shower, I held the letter close to my chest the entire time I bathed. I even whistled Yankee Doodle while walking to Starbucks. You were already sitting outside, wearing your technicians outfit. Purple really is a good color on you, and I hope you saw it too.
You asked me the question. The question that started a lineage of breakups, makeups, parties, anniversaries and romantic greetings. I was to become your happy boyfriend.
I told you that one day we were walking home from clubbing that you should have left your watch on home. You insisted on bringing it since I didn't have one, and the little large fact we both had work in morning. Being late wasn't an option for you. Not now, not then, not ever. It's a horrible feeling, remembering your cold blood coat my fingernails, while trying to shield you from more bullets, a greedy robber who had seen the watch around your wrist and wanted it.
It's been ten years since I met you, five years since you have died. People celebrate things like this, in a mortal twisted way. What's funny about it all was that your friends all told me I'd never be good enough. Look where it got his. Who's laughing now? Sure isn't them, now is it. If I could be where you are, I'd try and get there. However, life keeps holding me back. I haven't dated again since that fateful night; the memories are too painful to speak of. My next letter for your grave will be coming next year, same date and time. I still can't believe I dated you. I still can't believe that you, Ike Parlor, saw something special in me.
Thanks again Ike.
Sincerely, Marth.
I hope you all enjoyed this one-shot drabble. I tried figuring out what story I really wanted to do. Next chapter is #7: Mario and Rosalina called Ivory Ears. Yes, I know I've already done a Rosalina x ... story, but most of my most featured characters are males and I want more females. Nintendo didn't deliver. Thanks again for reading! Please review, it'll mean so much to me.