Hey all! Here's another chapter, and with not as long a wait- like I promised!

See I can keep promises XD

Anyway, Midna3452 didn't have an A/N soooo

Please enjoy!

Chapter 10: Getting the Facts Straight

"Oh, you're up!"

If Zelda had screamed just at the sight of Link, the world would have exploded three times over.

Instead, she fainted.

When she came to, she was groggy, hung over, and sick to her stomach. Link was nowhere in sight, for which she was glad. Zelda tried to run the possibilities in her head about how the heck she even got in this... place.

Realization hit. What if she had slept with him! Zelda paled and almost vomited right then and there if it weren't for the fact that the man of the hour came into the room himself carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and talking on the phone with the other. He had put a shirt on, his dark green v-neck, and his hair seemed dry. This only added to Zelda's misery, because for some stupid reason she was disappointedthat Link had enough modesty to put a shirt on in front of women. He really did have a nice body…

No. You are notgoing there! Zelda hissed to herself. You have work to do! Find out how you got here.

Zelda looked up as Link handed her the cup of Joe and continued chatting away on his phone. She felt slightly annoyed for being ignored until she heard a faint but familiar cackle on the other end.

Midna.

Link had called Midna up because she had promised she would watch Sheik.

Oh, goddesses you are truly cruel. Sticking me in this situation where Midna can just laugh at me and Sheik will murder Link. Oh what must they think of me?!

As if on cue, Link laughed out and glanced in Zelda's direction. She paled and almost fainted again if it weren't for the fact that she had a hot mug of coffee clutched in her hands. Trying to calm herself, she took a swig. It tasted amazing, but it only made Zelda even angrier. Of course he made amazing coffee, of course he did 'it' with her last night when she was obviously drunk and then laugh about it with Midna later, and of course all this did was make Zelda feel even angrier. It was like a cruel vicious cycle.

Chuckling, Link hung up the phone and tossed it lazily onto the bed. However, the throw was long and the phone went clear over the side, landing with a thunkon the floor. Instead of picking it up, Link just shrugged and sat at the end of the bed, turning towards Zelda.

"So how are you feeling?" he asked, his blue eyes baring holes straight into Zelda's soul. Annoyed, she turned away, crossing her arms in a huff over her red dress. Link chuckled again, also turning away, and spoke as if to himself.

"She must think so lowly of me… so much for the gratitude for taking her in when she was wasted. I mean, you hand her a glass of wine and she'll ask for ten more. Good thing I slept in the guest bedroom, otherwise I think I might have died before the sun came up."

Zelda's face flushed hotly as his words on what had happened the previous night, one that she clearly didn't remember. What had they talked about? She wished she knew, because she felt like it was important…

Link turned and grinned at her, "You must think we did it, huh? Well, no. That's why you still have your clothes on, silly."

Zelda gaped at him as he got up to leave, winking before he left the room. What he said did make sense, and Zelda loved sense at this moment. He also wouldn't be one to take advantage of her like that…

However, being the stubborn mule that she was, Zelda decided to stay angry. Wanting to show Link how "angry" she really was, she kicked off the large, white comforter and got out of the queen sized bed. Huffing loudly, she made her way after Link into a hallway, down the stairs, and finally into the kitchen where she was met with the most amazing smell ever.

Bacon.

The bastard had made bacon.

Awkwardly, Zelda sat down at the barstools stationed in front of a counter leading into the kitchen. The seats were red leather and the counter was a grey marble. Link's kitchen was state of the art with absolutely every appliance you could ever think of. Laying a plate down in front of her, Link loaded it up with eggs, toast, and bacon… glorious bacon.

Murmuring her thanks, Zelda somehow managed to hold onto her stubborn anger. She began to eat, under the uncomfortable scrutiny of Link.

"Could you stop that?" she spat out, anger and annoyance making her voice sound icy and heartless. Link just chuckled and turned away, pouring himself another cup of coffee. He drank it black, like Zelda did. Wait- how did he know she drank it black?

Then she remembered.

It had been in the summer of her junior year (his senior) and they had gone to the local Farore's Café. The store had been popping up all over Hyrule and Castle Town and many of their friends had told them how wonderful their coffee and desserts were. Link and Zelda had decided they had had enough of hearing it and wanted to check it out themselves. So together, they had made their way to Castle Town's main shopping district.

Upon arriving at the café, Zelda remembered being assaulted with the intense smell of well-brewed coffee, and her mouth still watered at the thought (Farore's Cafés had gone out of business years ago).

They had walked up to the cash register to take their order, and when they looked up at the menu, they were overwhelmed with all of the terms for coffee.

Latte

Frappuccino

Mocha

Cappuccino

Americano

Breve

Espresso

Iced Mocha

Macchiato

And then there were the sizes:

Demi

Short

Tall

Grande

Venti

Trenta

Neither of them had known what any of it had meant and the cashier was getting impatient. Unsure of what to say Zelda had whispered meekly,

"Um, one small coffee. Black, please."

The cashier had raised his eyebrows at her and said, "You mean a short café?"

Not knowing what to do, Zelda just nodded meekly, her cheeks burning. Link had ordered the same as her and they stood off to the side to wait for their drinks, and when they came out the both of them took a sip, Zelda remembered the absolute ecstasy they had been in. In short, the coffee- or rather, café- was amazing. Still the best coffee Zelda had ever had.

Snapping out of her reverie, Zelda realized that Link had been trying to talk to her. The memory had made all her anger dissipate for the time being, and Zelda used this moment to latch back onto reality.

"You okay?" he asked, offering her a refill in her own coffee mug.

"Y-yeah, I was just thinking about our visit to Farore's."

Link grinned. "Oh yeah! I remember that, good times, good times. That coffee was amazing; it's a shame they went out of business. Used to get one every day before heading to my classes."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was probably the only thing that could keep me awake in Mr. Lion Nohansen's class."

Zelda chuckled slightly, picturing the scene. Link dozing off to a really boring teacher until he took a sip of his scalding hot coffee and was instantly awake. Humorous.

"What did you do when they closed?" she asked, sipping her coffee.

"Well, by then I was already my own boring professor and didn't need it, but my students? Let's just say they're too scared to fall asleep in my classes."

"What did you do to them?"

"Whenever they fell asleep I would kick them out of the classroom and then give a quiz that counted for half their grade on what they missed."

"That's too cruel!"

"Hey, in my defense, I warned them about it in the beginning of the year and I've only ever had to do it once, and the kid still got a perfect on it. He had already read that far in the textbook and all he had to do was ask another student what he missed. Just the thought of the punishment was enough to keep them awake. Plus, I pride myself on being somewhat interesting when talking about rocks."

"Right…"

They laughed a bit, and Zelda finished her breakfast. Cleaning up after her, Link told her that his sister, Aryll, had left some of her clothes behind the last time she had visited and that Zelda could use them if she wanted to. Nodding, Zelda made her way back upstairs to where Link told her the clothes were kept and pulled out a simple black top and blue jeans. She'd be okay wearing her red flats with them; she was only going home after this.

She brought the clothes into the bathroom with her, and (after undressing) stepped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, she was out again, drying her hair with a towel.

Zelda had only ever met Aryll once; the girl was 7 years older than Link and was often away for work. If Zelda remembered correctly, Aryll was a liaison for two big companies, and it often left her travelling cross country for months at a time. This travelling stressed her out so she ran in her spare time to calm her nerves. This way she kept up a pretty good physique, and Zelda slipped into her clothes easily.

Having showered and dressed, Zelda headed back downstairs. Link was there, finishing up washing the breakfast dishes. He looked up when Zelda appeared in the room.

"That was fast."

"Yeah."

Link was quiet again, wiping a ceramic plate with a towel in a large, circular motion. Zelda thought he wasn't going to talk until he finished the dishes, and an awkward silence ensued.

This is crazy; we used to be able to talk for hours on end. Why is it so difficult now?

Desperate, Zelda racked her brain for a conversation topic. Anything would do. Before she knew it, and before she could regret it, the question flew out of her mouth.

"So have you been seeing anyone lately?"

Link paused, his hand frozen over top of the water spigot, the rushing droplets spraying all over the now clean plate. Sighing, he resumed motion and placed the plate on the drying rack. He picked up the second plate, and began to wash it as well.

"Maybe," he answered at last, "maybe not."

Zelda groaned, "Just be straight with me here. Seriously; tell me!"

Link remained resolute and Zelda felt her anger begin to boil up inside of her.

"Link, tell me. If you don't, so help me Nayru…" Zelda's voice took on a menacing tone, her anger beginning to win her over. She didn't even try to bottle it up; it would be too hard. Link raised an eyebrow at her and resumed washing the dishes. Calmly, he finally spoke.

"Since when did you get angry so easily? You used to laugh at everything," he said, placing the dish on the drying rack with a loud bang and turned to face her. "But maybe you changed more than I thought. Your taste in men certainly has."

The last sentence hung in the air with an icy sting, as Zelda began to realize the full meaning of what Link had said.

"How dare you! Ike was a good man- no, a great man! Certainly a better man than you-" She jabbed her finger at him, poking him hard in the chest. "-because he never left me!"

Link widened his eyes in shock, his mouth hanging slightly open. Zelda turned to leave, thinking how she could call a taxi, when Link grabbed her hand and turned her back to face him. She glared at his nose, avoiding his eyes altogether. They were too blue, she decided, and she didn't like it.

"Zel…," he said, his voice low. "I…"

Zelda scoffed and broke his grip on her hand. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and headed for the door. Turning back to him on her way out the door, she called to him:

"You can't even say it, and you never will. I'm sick of you, Link Avalon. I was actually starting to be happy again, so just get out of my life, and stay out."

And with that, she was gone.

Angsty... sort of. Anyway, what will happen next? I have no idea! Wait, yes I do. I'm writing this story, duhhhh. *smacks head*

ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as I did writing it, and please look forward to the next update!