Hello, friends. I'm back with another update. This chapter is Link and Zelda's date, and I am soooooo excited! Also, updates might not be so quick these next few weeks. Finals are in two weeks, so I've got to get to studying! My goal is to get an A on all of them.

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"W-what?!" I choked out. Did that just happen? I thought. Did Link seriously just ask me out?

"I was wondering if you want to go on a date with me." Link repeated.

"Right now?" I laughed disbelievingly, gesturing to my huge 49ers sweatshirt and my sweatpants.

"Yeah," He answered. "Don't worry, I'll give you time to change." A wide grin spread over my face.

"Okay, wait right here." I said, leaving him in the doorway as I sped up the stairs to my room. I spun into my room, closed the door, and excitedly started jumping up and down as I squealed.

After regaining my composure, I began to search around my room for something to wear. He was wearing something semi-formal, so I should wear something semi-formal too, right?

Goddesses, Zelda. You're over thinking things. Just wear something that makes you look good. I took a deep breath, and things over for a moment.

"Oh!" I breathed. I opened my dresser drawer and looked through it until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out my dark blue skinny jeans, a black, low-cut tank top, and a blue and black fuzzy sweater-shawl thingie. It was a hard piece of clothing to explain. It was like a sweater, but fashioned like a jacket without a zipper. It went down past my waist, and I was sure that it would keep me super warm in the night air. Once I put on my blue and black sweater thingie, I pulled on my brown fuzzy uggs. Brushing my hair and my teeth simultaneously, I called to Sheik through the foam in my mouth.

"What's up, Zelda?" He called back. I spat in the sink and rinsed out my mouth.

"I'm going out with a friend, okay?"

"Sure, when are ya gonna be back?"

"I dunno, midnight?" I answered, unsure.

"'Kay." He said. Finishing up my hair, I raced back down the stairs, grabbing my phone, and putting it in my boot. I turned the corner, to find that Link was still standing in the doorway, gazing around my house. And was it just me, or did his eyes light up as they found me?

"I'm back." I said breathlessly.

"You, look great." He complimented, as his eyes combed me over. I tried my best to cover my face with my hair to hide my blush. When I looked up again, he was holding his arm out for me to take. I linked my arm through his, and he led me to his car. That tingly feeling in my stomach make a roaring comeback. My legs started shaking, and I was glad when I sat in the passenger seat in Link's car.

"So," I began, with a coy smile. "Where are we going?" Link laughed a little.

"Well, I actually had some trouble with that." He told me. "I texted Malon earlier and asked her about it. She told me that you had been going on and on about a John Hughes film festival that you wanted to go to." It was true. I had been trying to get Malon to go with me. "And it just happens to be tonight."

My mouth dropped open. Is this really happening? Here I am, going with the perfect guy, on the perfect date. Could this get any better?

"Have you seen the movies that they are gonna show?" I inquired.

"Don't hate me." He pleaded. "But, no. I haven't seen them."

"What?" I yelled. "You haven't seen the Breakfast Club?" He shook his head. "Sixteen Candles?" Another headshake. "Ferris Bhuler's Day Off?" I tried. He shook his head once again. "Oh, this is gonna be good." I said, rubbing my hands together and giving Link a devilish smile.

"Why?" he asked cautiously.

"Because I will be forever known to you as the person who showed you John Hughes movies." I informed him.

"And that's a good thing?"

"That's a very good thing." I assured him. "Oh, we're here!" I squeaked as we pulled into the parking lot. He cast me a sideways glance and chuckled a little bit. We got out of the car, and walked up to the ticket booth.

"Two for the John Hughes film festival, please." Link said to the clerk. He paid, picked up the tickets, and walked inside. "You wanna split a popcorn?" He asked.

"Make it a large." I told him. He laughed.

Five minutes later, we were walking into a theater packed full of people. We managed to find two seats near the top of the theater. As soon as we got settled into our seats, the opening credits to The Breakfast Club started rolling. Everybody started clapping and cheering, including myself. Taking a deep, contented sigh, I brought my knees up on my seat and got ready for one of the best movies in cinematic history.

I was so wrapped up in the scene going on right in front of my eyes, that I was jolted out of my trance when I felt Link's arm wrap around my shoulders. I stiffened for a moment, as I wasn't expecting the gesture, but I soon relaxed and rested my head on his chest. We spent the whole length of the movie like that.

I felt the tears start to sting my eyes as the hugely quotable final scene came up. Don't ask me why that last scene makes me cry, because I couldn't tell you. There had always been something so poetic about it. As Brian's voice began to say that last line, I couldn't help but say it too.

"Dear Mr. Vernon," I whispered. I felt Link adjust himself to look at me questioningly as I went on. "We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write and essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as what you want to see us- in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club." A tear trailed down my cheek, and as Judd Nelson's character threw his fist in the air, I made a little fist near my chest, mirroring his movements.

The theater clapped as the chorus of Don't You Forget About Me Played and the credits rolled. I stretched, moving away from Link.

"What'd you think?" I asked, yawning.

"Well," Link began as he reached forward to wipe the stray tear off my face with his thumb. I blushed and looked away. "I loved it!" He exclaimed.

"I told you!" I said smugly, poking him in the chest.

"I'm gonna go get some more popcorn. I'll be right back." Link said as he ducked out of the row. As soon as he did, my phone buzzed. I checked it to see a text from Malon.

Malon: Sixth row from the bottom, seats one through eight. I craned my neck to look at the row that Malon had pointed out. The people in seats one through eight turned around and waved at me. At first, I was puzzled. Who were these people waving at me? But then, upon looking a little closer, I saw that it was Malon, Saria, Midna, Lulu, Mikau, Japas, Anju, and Kafei. Oh Goddesses. I can't believe they followed me on my date. Despite those thoughts, however, I couldn't keep the smile off my face and the laugh from bubbling in my throat.

They quickly whipped around when Link walked back into the theater carrying a refilled bag of popcorn.

"Hey there." He smiled as he sat back in his seat. "Miss me?"

"For the three minutes that you were gone?" I questioned. He nodded. "Yeah." I relented. For the next three hours, we were sucked into the world of John Hughes movies. When it was over, we were walking lazily to the parking structure where Link was parked. "Did you like the movies?" I asked, doing a hopscotch hop over a crack in the sidewalk.

"Yeah. They were awesome!" He said as he followed my lead, hopping over the cracks in the sidewalk. We got into the car, and began to drive home.

"I still can't believe you hadn't seen them before." I muttered, with a joking smile.

"Oh, come on, Zellie." Link complained. "When are you gonna let this go?"

"Never." I told him matter-of-factily. We laughed and until we got to my house. He opened my car door and spoke in a British accent.

"Here we are milady."

"Why thank you, Sir Link." I giggled. He linked his arm through mine and walked me to the door. (A/N: Get it? Linked! Hahaha... sorry, not a good joke.) We paused on the porch.

"I had a really great time, Zellie." He said, his eyes meeting mine.

"Me too." I answered. "Well, I'll se-" I was cut off as his lips met mine. My eyes widened so much that I swear that they could've popped out of my head. But this time, I didn't push him away. There wasn't anything between us anymore. This time, I can kiss back. Slowly, I leaned into Link's solid body. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. The kiss could have lasted a single heartbeat, or an hour.

We finally broke apart, and we both smiled genuinely happy smiles.

"Bye, Link." I muttered, stumbling over my words. Link just gave me that crooked grin that I love so much and said:
"Bye Zellie." with the utmost confidence, and walked away. I clumsily stumbled through my front door and leaned against it, giving a deep, lovestruck sigh.

"I can't believe it!" I breathed, sinking down to the floor. "He kissed me." And this time, I was happy about it. I ran to my room as quickly as my legs would carry me. I swiftly changed into my pajamas, and picked up my phone to call the girls. Putting the phone on group call, I dialed up Saria, Midna, and Malon.

They picked up, and urged me to spill the details. After recounting the tale of our date, I got to the best part.

"And then we were standing on my porch," I started. "when he just leaned in, and kissed me!" I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard three voices squeal over the phone.

"How was it?" Midna's voice asked.

"Was it magical." Saria's voice came next.

"Were there fireworks?" Came Malon's voice.

"Amazing, yes, and yes." I answered all three questions. For the next hour, we did the typical girl thing that you see in all the movies. We talked and squealed and giggled as I told them all about what happened with me and Link. Eventually, they hung up, and I went to bed. But the whole night, our kiss replayed in my dreams.