Tick, tick, tick, the only sound that can be heard is the clock. The sleepless hours go by painfully slow.
"Why can't I sleep?" Bowser stared at the ceiling. Suddenly he heard crying. Who was it? He didn't know, but he just knew someone was upset. "I think I'll investigate" Bowser thought to himself. He got out of bed. Daisy and Luigi were in the neighboring guest rooms. They were hardly ever used.
All the doors were opened, well most of them anyways. Bowser had ordered all the doors to be kept open so he could walk in anywhere without an issue. Bowser passed by Daisy's room. She was sound asleep. Bowser smiled, she looked like an angel.
Well obviously, it wasn't Daisy crying. Was it possibly Luigi? Bowser walked over to Luigi's room. No, it wasn't him either. So where was it coming from? After cake, dinner was served. The three played monopoly, which resulted in Luigi winning. If Luigi had any evil in him, it would show up if he owned real estate.
The game did last for a few hours, after it was over, it was getting pretty late. So everyone went to bed. Luigi and Daisy had no problems getting to sleep on the luxurious beds. Bowser, however, had been unable to sleep. He thought he could hear sounds like scratching, footsteps. It was just now when he heard crying.
"What could that crying be?" Bowser whispered. "Hello?" Bowser hoped he would get an answer.
"I've come to haunt you" Bowser heard a voice come from above him. Bowser rolled his eyes; he knew who it was now.
"Mario, that's enough, get down here" Bowser looked above him to see Mario on the ceiling. "What are you doing here?" Bowser rubbed his tired eyes.
"I was hoping this prank would work…" Mario had a disappointed expression.
"Don't you have anything better to do, than to bug me?" Bowser asked.
"Well, ever since you've stopped kidnapping Peach, I've sort of had nothing to do… I've had a lot of free time on my hands…" Mario was slightly embarrassed to admit this to his mortal enemy.
"Don't you have any hobbies?" Bowser questioned.
"No not really…" Mario felt ashamed that he had absolutely nothing to do.
"I know how you feel, I've had nothing to do either and I didn't have many hobbies. So I had to pick up some… I found out recently that Japanese music is actually fun to listen to… I have no idea what they're saying, but it's still great!" Bowser Suggested.
"Yeah, I've heard some Japanese music before. All music is good, it's just the genre that people like" Mario replied. After that, an awkward silence formed. Bowser didn't know what to say, but he did want Mario to leave…
So… you like jazz?" Bowser half smiled as he tried to make conversation.
"I guess it's good… should I just go?" Mario headed out towards the door.
"If you want to leave I won't stop you…" Bowser said "Gosh dang it! Why didn't I rip his throat out or something? Have I gone soft?" Bowser thought to himself. "I've been having a hard time sleeping… so if you want to chat… that's cool" Bowser was pretty much kicking himself "You're an idiot! Really? Asking him if he wants to chat? What is wrong with you? What are you going to do now? Ask him if he wants some tea? You wuss" Bowser scolded himself. Suddenly Bowser blurted out "Would you like to stay for tea?" "WHY DID YOU ASK HIM THAT? IT WAS A JOKE!" Bowser was yelling at himself in his conscious.
"Sure, why not?" Mario and Bowser walked to the kitchen. Bowser looked in the general direction of where the tea was, and Mario went and made tea for both of them to have a fancy get together.
"So, other than pranking me, what have you been doing lately?" Bowser asked.
"Nothing much, I've been learning how to speak Spanish" Mario replied
"Really? Hmph, guess you can already speak Italian and English. What about Japanese?" Bowser interrogated.
"No, I have no idea how to speak Japanese" Mario took a sip of the hot tea.
"Oh really? Well, I can't speak Japanese either" Bowser couldn't pick up the tea cup, so Bowser found a straw that had been conveniently left out. He picked it up with his mouth, and placed it in his drink. He took a sip.
"Well… this is kind of awkward…" Mario Admitted.
"Yeah kind of" Bowser had no idea what to do.
"I don't think we really have any thing in common…" Mario shook his head; he truly doubted he and Bowser would be able to be friends really. Suddenly Mario's phone started to ring. His ringtone was Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles". Mario showed a face of extreme embarrassment. Bowser on the other hand was trying not to sing it.
"IF I COULD FALL INTO THE SKY, DO YOU THINK TIME WOULD PASS ME BY?!" Bowser blurted out. Suddenly both of the guys were singing their hearts out to the catchy pop tune. They both laughed.
"Wow, I never thought you listened to that song…" Mario stated.
"Yeah I know I'm secretly a wuss…" suddenly Bowser felt a bit ashamed.
"No, that's not what I meant. Bowser, you've got a great voice, and maybe we've found something we truly have in common…" Mario trailed off.
"Really? Do you really think we've found something we both like?" Bowser asked.
"Well, I've secretly been singing for a while" Mario admitted.
"Well, I thought I sing horribly… but I guess I sound good…" Bowser was unsure of himself.
"Your voice is amazing! Maybe we should sing a duet together?" Mario asked.
"Wait what? What do I do? Should I accept or what?" Bowser was totally confused. "Well, maybe… I'll have to get back to you on that, I'll sleep on it… I'm really tired" Mario nodded in understanding. Mario left the castle to leave Bowser be. An invisible boo materialized, and started to laugh.
"GAY!" It exclaimed
"Shut up, Mr. 'I have a gay sounding name so I'm going to call everyone gay to make myself feel better' "Bowser yelled back.
"Hey! Sparkly Fabulous mcFaboo is not a gay name!" The boo flew away.
"Whatever" Bowser rolled his eyes. Bowser went to his room, climbed into bed, and fell asleep easily.
Side note time! BROS BROS BROS! Don't worry; I plan on finishing this story okay? I'm just really busy. Thank you to all the followers, favoriters (?), and reviewers. Thanks for your support. I'm planning on putting in some more background info… and by the way, trust me when I say "Sparkly Fabulous mcFaboo isn't a gay name". I've been kind of stressed, and where stress is, writer's block follows! On top of that, I worked really hard on an English paper and only got a B- D: HOW COULD YOU MAKE SO MANY COMMA SPLICES… I hate myself for those silly mistakes RAWR. Bowser, could you please burn my paper?
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