The guy that looks like "a clean-cut, brunette version of Kurt Cobain" whom I referred to in the beginning of Chapter 6, is now my boyfriend. Yays. I'm not single anymore. He worships me like a goddess/princess/the sexiest being on Earth. And I have to say, he's adorable and a sexy BEAST! XD He's so sweet and I like him a lot. I glomp him too much though. :P
Disclaimer: Never will I own SSB, but I own this piece of imagination."Expect the unexpected!" – Mr. Holt (My seventh grade Biology teacher)
Chapter 9 – Expect the Unexpected
It appeared to be a normal day at the Super Smash Brothers High School, with the lunchroom being very lively and filled with chatter. Everyone was being just lovely and you could even describe the day as being "lovely", even if the MRL Fan Club were planning sabotage. Of course, our beautiful, young ladies were just chatting amongst themselves. Also referring to the fact that Samus was just rambling off about something, probably having to do with that blasted Prince named Marth Lowell.
"Anyways, so yesterday afternoon I was like: 'Dude… There is NO fucking way I'm playing left offense.' And then that stupid bastard was all like: 'I'm fucking better than you at playing that position! You can't boss me around, you byooootttccch.' Of course, I immediately knocked him off his knickers for saying that. He let out a very girly scream, and then Mr. Jackson told me to sit down at the bench to cool off for a bit," Samus explained to Zelda in a very rapid, yet pleased way with herself.
The bounty hunter and the Princess of Hyrule faced over at the center of the lunchroom for a minute, as Zelda looked to see if what Samus said was correct. Marth's nose has a large bandage over it, as he was reading a book. Zelda faced the blue haired boy for a moment, as he certainly didn't appear to be in a pleasant mood. For a moment, Samus smirked in delight for what she had done the other day, as she glared at Marth. Marth looked up to see the sight of Samus' glare towards him. Marth let out a little: "Eep!" and hid behind his book, as he pretended not to notice. Samus smiled at herself for making Marth scared.
"Anyways, Samus. I talked with my father about the Homecoming yesterday. He said I could go," Zelda said.
"Really? Scccchhhhwwwwweeeeeeeeet! You informed him that we are going dress shopping today, right?" Zelda nodded her head. Samus' face beamed with happiness and excitement.
"Excellent! Now we have to find a dress for you, unless you wanna end up like happened next year with Peggy Follows," Samus informed, as she started to tell a story of what happened last year's Homecoming.
During that period of storytelling from Miss Aran, Marth's eyes wandered off from the novel he was reading, and onto Samus' table. He stared heavily at the three blonde ladies. His mind was focused on one particular. The Princess of Hyrule. He carefully watched her laughing at the story that Samus told her. Her face was filled with so much light, radiance, and beauty. He couldn't help, but notice all of those very fine features on her face. Her perfect, slender nose. Her perfect, oval cerulean eyes and her perfect, golden tresses of her hair. Heck, she should be dubbed as a goddess for that sort of beauty! She was perfect. He gaped at her for quite a while, for his mind was no where about reading the history of civil wars in Altea.
"So, anyways Marth… Do you have any idea what I should wear to Homecoming? I mean, I can't decide. I'm thinking about wearing an orange shirt, but eh. I'm not sure if it would be a good color…" Roy was saying, as his voice trailed off.
The red swordsman stopped for a moment, as he noticed what Marth was focusing on. The swordsman finally noticed what Cupid's arrow had hit. A love stricken Marth. In his mind, Roy cursed himself.
"Oh, she's in for a treat!" Roy told himself sarcastically.
"Hey, Marth, buddy. Are you alright?" Roy said, as he poked Marth's right arm a few times.
"Huh?"
"Marth! For a minute, you weren't answering me! I called you name about six and a half times!" Roy exclaimed, a tad bit furious that Marth wasn't listening to his problems.
"Yeah, whatever," Marth said, as he began to zone out and observe Zelda's face again.
"Marth… You are not listening to me again," Roy placidly commented, as his eyelids drooped in disappointment and discontent.
"Sure, I am."
"Then what is pi divided by 3.14 multiplied by the square root of sixty four divided by negative two squared?" Roy questioned.
"It's a barracuda," Marth answered, completely unaware of what Roy was asking him.
"Wrong! If you round it down, it's two!" Roy told him.
"Yeah, I know I'm right, but- Wait, what did you say?" Marth cried out, as he came back into reality. Roy shook his head at Marth in dissatisfaction.
"You see? You can't even calculate Math, because you are so zoned out! Marth, Math is your second best subject! But, you're not focused. Why are you gawking over that… girl over there?" Roy questioned, as he was angry at him.
"Well, what do you expect? She's hot!"
"Marth, please don't tell me you are going to have a fling with her! You've had enough flings back at Altea, and I'm surprised that no one there has created a "Marth Lowell Must Die" movie about you!" Roy said.
"Hey, I'm actually seriously considering this one! She's… different. I'm thinking about taking her to Homecoming."
"Don't even think about it. You'll only end up breaking her heart; once you find out that she's not 'The One' for you. That's what you always say. It's just a typical teen romance fling. Right, Link?" Roy faced the Hero of Time, as he looked up from his secluded little section of the lunch table with his arms folded.
"Whatever. They are all the same. Women are all the same. It doesn't really matter to me anymore," Link stated acidly, as he began to zone out. Marth had made up his mind though. He would work up the courage to ask the Princess of Hyrule out to the Homecoming dance. It didn't matter if whether or not he would break her heart, it only mattered that he could have her now. Now, in his clutches. There would be no going back on what Marth had decided. He was adamant about his decision, and as for now, he would go and gather every ounce of emotional strength in his body and mind to ask the Princess of Hyrule out.
As for a moment, Link had an anxious look on his face, as he clutched the sides of his uniform. His eyes started to widen in shock and disbelief as the past was streaming through the parts of his brain. His mind was beginning to become tense again, and everything started to speed up again. He was going faster. Faster. Faster. He couldn't find her. Where did she go? Glimpses of different shades of forest green were coming about, and he couldn't find her. Where?
Where are you?
I can't find you… I can't hear your voice!
Please. Answer me! Answer me!
I'll find you… No matter what. I promise! I want to see you again.
A stir of life. It was a very faint stir of life, which was almost impossible to find.
I can't live without you. You are the only person who has taught me everything in life.
He found her. Her body was limp and spread out on the grass of the Lost Woods, as there was a sphere of light surrounding her, fluttering in confusion and panic. He saw her. A person he found to be precious to him. His eyes were becoming rounder in trauma, as his mind was paralyzed with astonishment. He rushed over to her side, as her eyes were closed, and the hue of her healthy hair had faded by the color of weak grass. Tears were springing out, and he lifted her body off the ground. He held her close, as he sobbed.
"Wake up… Please. I wanted to save you… More than anything," Link sobbed, as he held her closer. "I love you so much… You are so dear to me… Yet why did things turn out this way? Please don't go! You helped me through so much. I-I-… I want you to stay. S-!"
"Link! Are you okay?"
His memory evaporated as quickly as salt water lying in the summer's sun. His eyes launched upwards towards Marth and Roy, across the table from him. His two friends had fear and worry pasted all of their faces. Link realized at that moment, he was panting a bit heavily than normal. Sweat was coming off from his brow, as he nervously looked around the lunch room. Everyone was still among themselves, being lively and cheerful. When his eyes finally landed back on his friends, they were still troubled by his appearance from before.
"I'm fine…" Link replied.
If anyone were to notice, Link's tone of voice right then and there was different. It sounded… well, normal. It didn't have that cold, rigid tone that he would normally use when speaking. It was as if the blonde hair swordsman was a normal, well loved Hylian. Though, the Hylian was not completely satisfied to see his friends' faces with anxious looks. Yes, he admitted that he found his friends to be annoying at times, particularly Marth, but that didn't stop him from caring about them. He ended that sentence with a nervous chuckle, as he attempted to smile at them. He went about to eat his food, but then realized it would be better to leave the lunchroom. His body needed to cool off and so did his memories.
"I'm erm… I'm going to go the bathroom. I feel hot. I've got to… wash something off my face," Link said abruptly, as he made a dash out of the entrance of the room.
"Li-!" Marth began to say, as he rose off from his seat. He extended a hand out to stop Link from going to the bathroom and explain everything to them, but it was too late. The other swordsman was already out of their sight. "nk…" He finished that sentence.
The Prince sunk back into his seat, as he pouted a bit for Link hiding information from them. At that moment, neither of the Alteans uttered a word.
"He doesn't want us to worry," Roy stated seriously with his arms folded.
"He's a fool for thinking that. He's not a burden to us or anything. Sure, he can get on my nerves for making really cruel statements, but I'm still worried for him, Roy," Marth expressed openly to him, as he quietly trailed off.
"And you have every right to be," Roy said with understanding and support in his voice. "He's been through a lot since we first met him. He has every right to go off on his own at times and cry. He just doesn't like doing it in public. He wants to try to give off a strong, prideful appearance. He doesn't want to disappoint her."
"Ah, her. Eh? He's got what I'd call a 'complicated love thing' with her," Marth commented slyly.
"Oh shut up. You know that she only thinks of him as a son/brother and the same thing with him. Except mother/sister for him," Roy explained for Link.
"Heh. Yeah. But that doesn't change the fact that he loves her a lot. I can see why. Besides the fact she's cute, she's also very good hearted to do all of the things she did for him," Marth said thoughtfully. "She was his only support for a while."
In the boys' bathroom, Link scrubbed his face with the palms of his hand. He drenched his face in freezing, icy water from the sink. Even though he felt the water drip across the sides of his face, he still felt burning warmth all over his body. He didn't understand. He rolled up the sleeves of his white uniform shirt, and took off his tie. He continued to wash his face. He wanted to wash those disgustingly, horrid memories away from him. Though, they never seemed to wash off. No one could recover from their past. Especially not Link. He kept on trying though. He wanted to escape it more than ever. Yet, it was an impossible thing to do. More water trickled down his face, and he kept on panting heavily. For a moment, he slowly gazed at his reflection in the mirror.
In that looking glass, he saw a young man whom was determined and appeared to be fearless. This Hylian had very fine cheekbones etched into his face, along a very nice jaw line. Silver hoops dangling from the lobes of his ears. Crystal eyes, which could pierce through anything. Yet in those eyes contained so much fear, frustration, and isolation. A young Hylian, such as Link, had stunted and missed out on much of his growth for a young man. And if only he was able to get rid of that horrid memory of his from seven years ago, perhaps he could heal from that scar. He was so hostile in his environment. Everyone around him made him feel somehow unsafe and nervous. He didn't know why, but sometimes, he felt there was no one by himself who he could really trust with secrets. Somehow, he both felt calm and relaxed in his life when he was all alone. It felt…that he was strong. But there was something inside Link which made him so weak and delicate when it came with how to love. Though, from the looks of it, Link would have to face more than just what he suffered seven years ago.
Back in the lunchroom, everything was going quite as normal as could be. Marth was still gawking at Princess Zelda's face, Roy was lecturing Marth about all of the females he dated, and Samus was still going on about the story about Peggy Follows. It wasn't until a matter of time, when Peach was starting to get a little bit impatient with herself. Princess Peach Toadstool had been meaning to talk with Samus and Zelda, for quite a while today. However, if it wasn't something to break her silence. From the looks at her current state the pink princess still had troubles deciding whether or not she should trust her new friends. Of course, Princess Peach didn't consider Samus to be a "new friend", mostly because Samus was with her all through last year in high school. Though, Samus had proven her loyalty to Peach as a friend in a number of countless times, Peach was still nervous and fearful of what happened two years ago. Just when someone believes they can trust someone, they figure out they can't. And that's what Princess Peach Toadstool learned from the hard way.
She only had one good friend who was with her in her entire life, and which was Princess Daisy. They were close as sisters, and Daisy was practically Peach's first best friend. People would think that Peach received enough love and support from Daisy, but sometimes it wasn't just enough for Peach. Daisy always showered her with love, support, and solace, yet the differences of where she and Daisy lived was always something which separated them as friends. Daisy attended an all girls private school, while Peach attended a public school. The separation between the two princesses was something that always bothered Peach. To her, it wasn't enough at times to have only one best friend. Especially if that best friend of hers didn't attend the same school. As a matter of fact, Daisy and Peach rarely saw each other as much as they did when they were younger. The last time Daisy and her spoke to each other was seven and a quarter months ago. A pretty long time for Peach and Daisy's communication. But that was all going to change very shortly.
"Umm… Zelda? Samus?" The voice squeaked out. Oh how Peach's vocal chords broke out from its bonds! It was as if the chords of a piano were starting to slowly play a beautiful movement, after years and years of being locked up in an attic of pain and loneliness.
At Samus' and Zelda's table, the other two blondes immediately halted in their conversation, as they both faced Peach. None of them uttered a word; for this was the first time that Peach had spoken something in a long time. They both faced her with eager eyes, to see what the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom would say next. Both of them hoped that, perhaps, this would be the time where the Mousy Princess would finally spill out all of the details of her wrenched past. Or maybe that was too early for her to do something as big as that for her.
"Erm… Um. Um. Ummm. Zelda… and Samus… I uh- am having a… get together thing at my castle with one of my friends on this Friday afternoon. Princess Daisy of Sarasaland. I-I… I was hoping that you would be able to come. … But erm, if you guys won't be able to make it… that's alright. I can understand if you're… well, busy," Peach barely spat out.
She firmly bit her lower lip, as she waited for a response. She was still very uncertain though, about her new friends. They seemed to be warm. They seemed to be friendly, loving, and nice. And they seemed to be trustworthy. Yet appearances are always deceiving, and more than anything, Peach did not wish to be deceived by another young woman's appearance and personality once again. Not what happened two years ago. Most other females were such manipulative, disgusting, and beautiful creatures. The Princess wanted nothing more than to perhaps scream all of these feelings of frustration out. She had been suffering for so long, and she knew that maybe that this year. There would be an end to her confusion.
The other two blonde females were shocked at this news. Never, did they think that Peach would invite them at her castle. It certainty seemed to be out of the blue. Of course, two the females were wondering what ever provoked the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom to say that, but whatever it was, it was obvious that she had a hard time working up the courage to do so. She still had a fearful, yet hopeful look in her eyes as she patiently waited for a response. Samus smiled warmly at Peach for asking that sort of question.
"Sure! I'll definitely be there, no matter what!" Samus exclaimed enthusiastically. "Man, you never ask me to come over to your house. I mean, I'm always the one who tries to get together with you, but now you're the one asking! This is gonna be great! I can tell. I bet cha that Daisy must be really nice, if you're friends with her, eh?"
Peach nodded her head slowly, as her eyes shifted towards Zelda for her response.
"Uh… Zelda?"
Zelda tugged a muscle to the left side of her lip, as she thought about it heavily. First of all, she again would have to check with her father to see if he was alright with it. A gut instinct told her that the King would approve. Her father always wanted Zelda to be engaged with some sort of social activity at least once a week. She considered the idea, though she was still unaware of who and what this Daisy person was. She probably would agree with Samus, saying that Daisy must be a nice person, but she wasn't entirely sure. She kept on thinking about the idea, and how long Daisy and Peach must have been friends. But then something else struck her. Friends. Malon. It was right there, when Zelda noticed something. She didn't see Malon for over a week now. Instead, Zelda had been focusing too much on schoolwork to remind herself that such a good-hearted friend existed. How lonely Malon must have been without her! The blonde was perfectly aware of how the redhead always was a bit upset at the fact that she had no female Hylian interaction what so ever. Guilty over swarmed the Princess' body, as she felt so much heaviness for forgetting about Malon.
"I would love to come. Except, there's one thing that I would like to ask you of, Peach."
The other Princess felt every muscle in her body turn to stone, as she braced herself as if something horrible to happen.
"I was hoping that one of my friends, Malon, would be able to come along as well. She's a very sweet girl; I think you and Samus will like her."
The muscles in her body softened, as she felt herself regain to normalness. Sweet girl? That's the same expression that Peach thought of her old friends. Why would she want to meet someone new at her house? She bit the side of her lip, as she quickly went over the idea. She had just begun to accept and trust the other two blondes for a bit, and now one was asking for her to trust her with something else. Bringing a friend over? What was Zelda thinking? Was Zelda going to invite all of these other people to go over and crash her castle by having a party? This was certainty not something that Peach expected and she seemed to frown upon the idea of having another person over. Fury was starting to slowly boil in Peach's mind and body. Or perhaps what was fury wasn't anger at all. The Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom was once again afraid. A phobia of meeting new people, who have the potential to become her friend. Feign affection, betray, and rip her to sheds like a paper doll. Those thoughts struck her mind over and over again. Though, a small part of optimism and hope told her something. It might be a good thing to meet a new person. The more, the merrier. Besides, she didn't want to upset Zelda now. She just made friends with her by inviting her over. She was desperately clinging on to these two other young ladies who offered friendship.
"… Okay."
Lunch had shortly ended, as for our lovely princes of the kingdom of Hyrule to head to her locker and retrieve her books. Today was Day 8 for Princess Zelda's schedule, and so, it meant that she had to attend French class. Her day would be over in only four periods, and now she had to trudge back home to ask her father for permission of doing all of these fun, social interactions. Her day was just absolutely wonderful for now she would be doing all of her homework, and her day would only be getting worse and worse if she didn't keep up with all of her studies. Fatigue was beginning to come to her mind and body, and now, she wished nothing more, but to sleep. She would carry on, however, since there was a lot more to do in the day. Her reward for rest would be greater and sweeter than it would be, if she were to rest right now. She began pulling out all of her French materials from her locker, when she didn't notice that someone was watching her with very careful eyes.
Those eyes belonged to the Prince of Altea. He studied her face more, as he was just stricken by all of her fine features. There was something about her aura, which seemed to give off this radiant glow. As if she was a beautiful, pure white gardenia which was in a garden filled with weeds. Marth Lowell pulled out his list of all of the females in the Super Smash Brothers High School, as he realized that the list was only down to two females he hadn't crossed off. The list was now down to three girls. One was this extremely good looking Japanese girl, who had really large breasts, another which was really good flirt and tended to move from boyfriend to boyfriend in less than two weeks, and finally Zelda. However, there was something about Zelda that Marth noticed ever since the first day of school. She wasn't so sluttish, trashy, or superficial. She was different compared to most females at the school. Something about her was so… innocent. So fragile… So natural… So… pure. It was as if she was some sort of heavenly swan queen lifted up from the murky, dirty waters of the school and out into fresh air.
He had been meaning to make his move on the Princess of Hyrule for quite some time now, but he knew that there was something about Zelda that he'd have to be diligent about, than to approach her in his normal way. Yet whatever he had to do carefully to gain Zelda's favor, it was worth it. Something as precious as Zelda's heart was like a delicate jewel that only belonged in royal, gentle hands. His feet were moving before his brain, as he smirked to himself more and more with each step he took. He was coming closer to her. He felt as if she was perfection written all over her body, and now... he wanted her.
"Hello, Princess Harkinian," Marth said calmly.
"Gah!" Zelda cried, startled at Marth's voice appearing in front of her.
Zelda just finished putting away all of her books, and was ready to head off to French class. When she shut her locker door, she saw that Marth was right behind her door, leaning against her neighbor's locker with his left hand. She had completely didn't notice that he approached her. Due to the surprise of the school president, she dropped all of her books on the hallways.
"Oh Nayru," the Triforce holder of Wisdom cursed to herself.
She dropped down to her knees, as she slowly began to gather her belongings. She started to collect all of her papers, as she started to slowly ignore Marth's existence for a moment. The Prince of Altea took only one second to have himself get down on the hallway floors, and help Zelda collect her books.
"Here," Marth Lowell of Altea said, as he passed the Princess her blue, French textbook.
"Thank you," The Princess replied, as she took it from him.
After only a bit a few seconds, the Princess collected all of her materials once again from the help of Marth.
"Thank you so much for you help," Zelda replied.
Marth smirked at her. "No problem. It reminds me of the first time we met…"
"… Eh?"
"Oh, you don't remember? The first day of school, you dropped your boobs down the hallways, and-…" Zelda cocked her head to one side in confusion; with an invisible question mark appear above her head.
"Wait… WHAT!?!?!?!?!?" Marth's mind asked.
Did he just say… "you dropped your boobs"?
"Ooohhhhh… REAL smooth, Marthie boy. You'll get her for sure," Marth told himself again. The Prince of Altea wished to kick himself in the rear end for saying that! He had been too busy looking at Zelda's perfect bosoms to not notice that he should have said "books" rather than "boobs".
"Books. I'm sorry. I meant… books. Not boobs. I have no idea in what mother's hell made me say that!" Marth said in a jokingly way, as he tried to laugh it off. He put his right hand on the back of his neck, and tried to smile about it. It only made it worse. He felt a sweat drop come across the back of his head, as Zelda stared at him.
"Oh crap. Now she thinks I'm a total perv. Ah well, if I don't get her… I'll be checking out those Playboy bunnies again. At least they have nicer, fuller and bigger boobs than Harkinian's…. Mmmmmmm… Boooooobsss..." Marth's horny teenager hormones were basically telling him, as his mind was starting to drool at the vision of his collection of Playboy magazines.
But much to his surprise, Zelda smiled sweetly at him. The thought of staring at his Playboy magazines snapped out of his mind, as he smiled back at the Princess. Oh great GODS! Her smile was heavenly! She was perfection! Beautiful. Absolutely stunning, even in that little, cute school uniform. Yet, wait… Why was she still smiling at him for that mistake he just made now? Was she… Yes. For some reason, Marth could sense that the Princess Zelda of Hyrule would slowly raise her dominant hand, without him realizing it, and slap him. However, the Princess did not do anything. Was she just not offended at the fact he was staring at her chest? Or did she just did not know what the term: "boobs" meant? It was probably the latter.
"I'm sorry that I don't remember such a thing. But… Oh wait! Yes! Now I remember! You were the one to help me out on the first day of school! Well, all I can say is… Thank you very much for helping me out a bit that day," Zelda said, as she flushed a little bit for the most popular guy in school to do that sort of thing. The Prince only smirked back at her, after realizing that she had not understood his mistake for saying: "boobs" not "books".
"Anyways, I was wondering, Harkinian, if you were going to Homecoming or not. Are you?" Marth asked. Zelda's eyes widened a bit, for this man whom she have only heard so much details and rumors about from Samus was asking her if she was going to the Homecoming dance. Why was he interested in her going or not anyways?
"Erm… Yes, I do plan to go," she replied slowly.
"Ah, well, that's good. The reason why I'm asking you this is because… I was wondering if you'd like to go with me as a date." Marth smirked playfully, as he patiently waited for her response.
The Princess's eyes widened again, because he had caught her completely off guard with this sort of question. First of all, the Princess had no particular interest in attending a ball with Marth; however, perhaps it would have been good for her reputation in the school. It would also be beneficial for her to at least attend and not be lonely at the dance. Then again, from what she heard from Samus, Marth didn't seem to be a man who'd be a perfect date for her at Homecoming. Though, Samus would be considered as a "biased source" due to her mysterious hatred for the Prince of Altea. After much consideration, she decided to answer his question.
"Erm… Well, I'm not sure. I mean, I certainly was not expecting anyone to ask me out or anything for Homecoming, but erm… I'm still not sure," Zelda answered, as she saw Marth kind of looking disappointed.
It was only then when Zelda realized that if she didn't answer now, she would keep Marth hanging for an answer. Though, if anything, the Princess of Hyrule was taught one important thing. Always be honest with yourself and the people around you. The answer was already clear. Rejection would be made.
"I mean… I apologize, but I think I already know. I'm sorry, but I currently have no interest in being escorted to the Homecoming dance. I'm really sorry, but maybe perhaps… if we get to know each other, I'll consider it next time."
At the sounds of those words, Marth's heart plummeted down to the hallway floor. He had been rejected. Rejected. How was that physically possible? Was he not, one of the most handsome young men in the whole school? Was he not, the smartest, the wittiest, and yet the most popular teenager from his kingdom? He never had been rejected from any type of woman, when it came to asking her out! It didn't make any sense! He was… desired. Loved. Well off. Humorous. Passionate. Kind. Caring. How could any girl not fall for that? Well, maybe one girl, whose name began with an "S" and ended with an "us". The more he stood in front of Zelda, gazing into her innocent, apologetic face, the more frustration and disappointment he felt. He hastily shifted his eyes away from hers, as he glanced down to his left side.
"Oh… Alright then. I understand if you don't wish to go with anyone to the dance," Marth replied, as he started to turn on his heel and leave.
He still did not get it. He was a charmer! He was playful when it came to women, and he could make any girl fall for him less than a second! He had it. All of it. He had the walk, the looks, the posture in his stance, the muscles, the brain, and the desire to win! What girl can't fall for that? He wasn't the class president for nothing! Marth gritted his teeth in anger and sadness, when something he least expected happened.
"Lowell! Wait!"
That angelic voice. Oh, how Marth adored those sound coming from a heavenly princess!
"Lowell, wait up!" Zelda caught up with Marth a little bit down the hallway, as he spun around.
"Look, I know I must have hurt you from rejecting your… proposal. I mean, one of the many reasons for why I declined was that… I hardly know you. It would be wonderful to spend some time together, so that's why…" Zelda said, as her voice started to quiet down. Marth tilted his head to the left side in confusion for what she was going to say next.
"So that's why… I think that I'll dance half of Homecoming with you," Zelda finished, as she smiled. Marth smiled as he finally heard Zelda's answer. For a moment, he could swear that he was jumping up and down in his… pants. He replied by saying:
"Alright, cool."
They smiled for a bit awkwardly, until Marth decided to turn the other way to head to his other class. He skipped (literally skipped) down the hallways, to Roy.
"Gee, you're in a really good mood right now," Roy commented, as Marth was all happy dandy.
"She said yes!"
"Eh?"
"I said… 'She said yes!'"
"Marth, that would be too good to be true. What did this whole scenario go like?"
"Alright. So I asked her out to Homecoming at her locker, right?" Marth said, as Roy nodded his head. "So then she first rejected it, and then she said she'd like to get to know me more, so that she'll dance with me for half of the dance!"
"Marth, you're twisting her words here. First of all, she said HALF of the dance. Not the all of the dance, Marth. Don't get the words: "half" and "all" mixed up, because you know that those two words have completely different meanings. Second is that, you shouldn't get your hopes up too much. Remember, she is still getting to know you. Her impression of you could change, you know? Also that… Marth? Marth!"
Roy faced his best friend; only discover that he had his head resting on both of his hands, which were propped up by the nearby windowsill of the hallways. The Prince had stars in his eyes, for he was thinking of that beautiful princess, and a la drool was coming out of the right, bottom corner of his mouth. Roy mushroom sighed, as he also sweat dropped, when he realized that there would be no use into talking Marth out of it. His mind was already set. For now, all the two swordsmen could do was to move on with the day, while Marth gleefully skipped (yes, Marth skips when he's in a really good mood) to class.
I swear to f-ing God that the whole: "You dropped your boobs" line was not planned. I accidentally typed out: "boobs" first, rather than "books". I first deleted it, and then I realized it would be hilarious to keep it in there. I probably got it after drinking Starbucks, nuzzling my face against my boyfriend's (while sitting on top of him), and my longing for talking with crystalicios and online groping her boobies. :'(
(clears throat) I'm extremely delighted and honored to say that Hello Nessa has been an absolute dear, and drew me a gift/fan art for Gardenia. EDIT: Unfortunately, the link did not work. I don't know why, but ah well. I'll have Hello Nessa give me a new link, once she finishes that drawing:P
Thank you very much, once again to Hello Nessa for giving me something out of such kindness. I appreciate it more than anything! - I consider her to be a new, precious friend.
Thank you all once again for reading! Dropping a review is highly appreciated by me!
Love,
-BKP
