An: Omg I'm back from hell... So as everyone knows I lied about updating in March. I meant to do all these things during my break week, and realizing just because I don't have actual classes, doesn't mean I can't do school work and put way too much on my plate! And I had so much work to do, and things had to be redone that I didn't foresee and to top it all off, at the end of April, my bf decides to drop out of school and move across the country with OUT telling me. He made me believe he was still at school. He is literately the farthest he can get from me without leaving the country (not counting alaska and hawaii) And I was financially supporting him so he COULD go to school and he only had ONE month left... So you can imagine how angry and upset I am. It effected my school work and I wound up doing things at the last minute and everything has been shitty. On a happier note, senior shows are now over, I made 90 dollars selling my work and now I have a free week before graduation and not look for a job to work on this! Yay...! So, currently I feel like I really relate to Zelda's character right now, and she may be a little more bitchier than usual because I am extremely bitter. HAHAHA! I was suppose to start living with my bf, and now I'm alone... and despite my attempts to break up with his stupid ass, I can't and we have this really rocky were not sure if we're together type of relationship, which is what I kinda feel Link's and Zelda's relationship is currently. HA SUFFER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS! This A.N. is so sporadic... whoa.

PS. My younger cousin is getting married soon. I really don't wanna go...

PPS. There's probably a lot of type-os from my haste in getting something up as quickly as possible, so... yea you can yell at me for those.

-Zelda

Lance had warned me. Link looked terrible. I imagined finding him severely wounded, skin discolored from blood loss, ready to fall on death's door step. It was always my worst fear, watching Link die before my eyes and being powerless to stop it. I had the right to worry. It had happened before.

But I tried to calm myself down. If Link was really dying I doubted Lance would have just left him out in the hallway. The people of the castle wouldn't let the hero just bleed to death on my floor. And why would Link even be dying in the first place? We were at peace.

No, the much logical explanation for why Link looked terrible was because something less dire happened. It was probably something personal. It probably had something to do with me, like all of Link's pain ever did, and even though this was the less of two horrible outcomes, I prayed it didn't have anything to do with me either.

So when I saw Link's face, cut up and bandaged so badly that it looked like a child had done it, I felt relief. I shouldn't have felt relief. I should have felt sorry that somehow, Link's face had been so badly injured, but besides his face wounds, he seemed intact and though I knew I would be angry as soon as I found out the reason for the mutilation, I was so relieved that it wasn't something worse.

"What on earth happened to you?!"

He looked slightly startled at the question, as if he had forgotten the state he was in.

"You need to go to the medical wing!"

He was silent, staring at me. It soon became apparent that there was something else far more wrong than his damaged face, but I didn't want to deal with that right now. I didn't want to know the reason why he came to me on a day he was not suppose to. He wouldn't disobey me without reason.

No one was moving and I found the stillness unbearable. I grabbed Link's hand and started dragging him to the medical wing. He was surprised at the gesture and stumbled slightly, but he did not pull his hand away from mine. In fact, after several paces his fingers tightened around it and I could feel his hand shaking in my grasp.

We entered the medical wing quickly, me yelling at everyone to get out of my way. The nurses, expecting that they had to do something started to crowed us. I wasn't going to let them tend to Link's wound. They were sure to mess it up.

"Get up there!" I cried and he did so, climbing onto the counter, startled at the tone of my voice. I grabbed his head roughly before remembering to be gentle as I tugged on the bandaged. The damaged flesh was sticking to the material and I had to stop to catch my own breath, though Link hadn't flinched at all. He had flinched when I spoke or grabbed him, but did nothing as I tugged on his wound. "How did this happen?" I hissed.

He gave a grunting noise in answer. I couldn't see his expression well. His hair had falling into his eyes when I turned his head and most of his face was covered in the horrible bandage.

I ordered a nurse to get me some cleaning solution. "Did you clean the wound at all?" I wasn't sure what was dirt, or what was just crusted blood and flesh.

"I need to tell you something," he mumbled.

"Yes you do. You need to tell me how in all of Hyrule you did this to your face. Did you dive face first into a bed of knives!?"

"I need... to tell you something else."

I wasn't listening to him anymore. If it was really all that urgent he was going to have to make a better attempt to gain my attention. I stepped away for a moment to get more supplies and when I returned he was trying to make eye contact with me. I wouldn't let him. I didn't want to know what he wanted to tell me.

As I tried to get closer to his wounded face, he saw me deliberately ignoring him and moved away from me, still trying to get me to look at him.

"Hold still, Link." I warned. If I was going to sew up his face correctly, he was going to have to cooperate.

He put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me away from him. "Leave it alone. It's not important."

"Not important!?"

"No," he said seriously. "It'll heal up on its own. They always do. You have to listen to me Zelda.-"

"Oh heal up like the scars on your chest and back?! This is you're face Link! You can't just put a shirt on and say, oh it's cool." I tried to get closer to him again, but he wouldn't let me, keeping us firmly arm's length apart. "Just tell me whatever to have to say while I stitch you up. I can do both at the same time."

"I can't... I can't have you close to me," his voice seemed to crack, but I was to concerned about getting around Link's arm to get to his face to be sure.

"Don't be ridiculous, Link. I'll be gentle. It won't even hurt all that much." He leaned away from me, and I was practically on top of him trying to reach him. "Why are you being such a baby?! You've been through all the trials of Hyrule and you won't get a tiny little needle near your face?"

All of a sudden, Lance was behind the counter and he grabbed Link's head firmly, pushing him to sit up and me to slide off. "You know, you guys are really hard to watch sometimes," he muttered.

Link couldn't break free and I saw him sag slightly in defeat. "Thank you, Lance." And I started carefully repairing Link's face.

Link opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him. "Don't move, Link. That includes your mouth." I had told him he could speak to me while I tended to his face. What a lie that was.

Link set his face into a frown, and I briefly wondered if it would be stuck that way forever if he continued to frown while I sewed him up. I took my time. I wasn't going to risk damaging Link's face with hastiness. When I was finished, I rubbed some ointment on it to help prevent scaring, but I knew that alone wouldn't be enough. Link's face would scar, so I used a quick healing charm.

"Are you using magic?"

"Of course I am. If you hadn't waited so long to tend to it, I wouldn't have had to. Besides, the wound was too deep. It was going to scar."

"Shouldn't you be saving that kind of thing for something more important?"

"This is important."

"It's just my face."

I was getting frustrated and I didn't even know why. Why was I so angry? I decided it was the attitude he currently had. "I am not going to let you permanently damage your face, Link. You have a very nice one."

He grinned bitterly. "That's why all the girls like me. It's why you keep me around."

"What has gotten into you?! You want me to just slash up your face right now?" I picked up the scissors I had been using. "Is that the new look you were trying to go for?!" Lance by now had let go of Link's head when it became apparent that I was done, and free, Link suddenly wrapped his arms around me, pressing his face into my neck.

"Thank you," he murmured into my skin.

Both Lance and I were startled by the gesture. Normally I would be glad to have Link's arms around me, but we were not in the privacy of my bedchambers, but out in the open, and some of the nurses began to stare at us. I gave Lance a sharp look, willing him to do something since I was so unwilling to push Link away.

Blessedly Lance went off to distract the nurses, charming them and lying his ass off. I was mildly annoyed that he was never so charming to me, even though I knew it would have been all lies, it still would have been nice.

Link still had yet to let go of me, and I laid my hand gently on his shoulder. "Link?"

"I love you."

Words like that were suppose to warm a person, but whenever I heard Link confess them to me, all I felt was cold. I wasn't suppose to receive them. All of this was wrong and the longer I held onto him the worse it would get. I had known all of this. Eventually this mess would get out of control and it would be I that would put a stop to it. It would hurt. It may even kill me, but I was prepared to do it. I was going to find a way to make it work, as long as I could anyway. I only really had to last long enough to bare a child. Once my purpose was fulfilled I could prepare for the next life.

But as Link held me, uncaring who saw or didn't, I realized our relationship was ending faster than I expected it to. Link knew this was wrong just as much as I did. I just always thought Link was too in love with me to end it, at least too in love with me to actually say goodbye anyway. Normally he'd would just stop showing up, or try to for it was quite apparent that he couldn't stay far for very long.

Link wouldn't end it with me. He wouldn't tell me goodbye. He couldn't. He just couldn't do that.

But as he held me tightly in the medical wing it was the only conclusion I could come up with for his odd behavior. It would be the right thing for him to do. I should be proud of him for it.

I stood there for a long time, letting him hold me and waited for him to end it. Eventually he pushed away from me, his face red from it being pressed up against me. He got off the counter without a word, and left the room without even saying goodbye. Like I said, Link could never say goodbye. Not physically. But the words didn't really matter much in the long run anyway. It still all meant the same things.

The evening that I was suppose to see Link, I sat alone in my room. I had known he wouldn't show up. I wasn't exactly sure what finally made Link make the decision to end our relationship now. Perhaps it just had gone on for too long. We were older now. We had our families to consider. Or maybe it was the guilt of it all. Link had always been a better person than I.

It didn't help to know that today would have been an evening where I would have let Link take me all the way, the type of night that I would just let go of everything and give myself to him. I couldn't think about that. It would make it hurt more. I tried to occupy myself by doing some paper work in my room, pretending that he was never suppose to come in the first place, but I couldn't help looking at the clock, counting the seconds until he was suppose to be here. Link had always come on time. Things at the castle always had a very timely manner to them. My husband always did everything the same, at exactly the same times each day, so there would be no reason for Link's arrivals to differ. Link could be easily distracted at times, and maybe be a few minutes late, so of course arrival time for him may have varied slightly. Not that there was an exact set time that I told him to be here, but spending time with me seemed somewhat important to him and he was usually rather quick to reach my door.

Well at least on days when he was expecting that he may get laid.

The clock reached the time that he may have come at his earliest. I bit my lip and forced myself to stare at my stupid little paper. I waited five minutes. On the sixth minute, realizing Link had never been this late before, I knew for sure. Six minutes was too long. He wasn't coming.

Although all this time I had been telling myself he wasn't going to come, I still couldn't hold back how upset I really was. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't stay in this room that I knew normally I would be making love to Link. I had to leave and do other things.

I went to my door, suddenly angry. Link didn't have the balls to simply talk to me? He seemed much more of a cowardly man than one possessing the Courage of the Goddesses. I was glad he wasn't here.

I opened my door somewhat violently, ignoring the figure of Lance as if he were furniture, and turned my attention down the hall in which I had planned to be going, only to see the back of Link's head. He froze at the sound of the door and did not turn around because of the coward he really was.

"Oh hello there, Hero! What brings you here?" I asked. The answer should have been obvious to me. He was here to see me. He always saw me at this time, if only a few minutes earlier. This was a planned visit.

He turned around to meet me, clearly not happy. Well I was prepared for his attitude. I was prepared for his cowardliness and the inevitable fact that he was trying to dump me. I knew it would come out awkwardly, or rudely, or in some other way that would make me angry. But I was going to be calm about this. I would not loose my head, if only to show I was better than him and his stupid cowardliness. And above all I was going to be cold and just as cruel back if I had to.

"I need to talk to you, your Majesty."

"Oh yes," I agreed. "I've been meaning to ask you whatever did happen to you face last week?" I had come to the conclusion that the instance was just a coincidence to Link's decision to end our relationship. I said it more to change the subject really. I knew Link would never tell me, but I wanted to give myself a little more time.

"May I talk to you in private?"

"I don't know," I said looking at Lance, who seemed to be very confused and uncomfortable around the both of us. "It must be very important information if even my most trusted body guard should not hear it."

It had been some time since I had seen Link's face grow angry, and a part of me was victorious at it. Though I knew the more angry I made him, the more likely Link would be to hurt me when the time actually came for him to leave. Good, maybe I wanted it to hurt more.

But then Link surprised me. With his steady glare still on my face, he walked up to me, grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me back to my room. Lance had his eyes on my face, waiting for my orders, but since I was too surprised by Link's boldness, my orders never came and Lance did nothing. Sometimes I wondered if that was a good thing or not.

Link closed the door behind us and released me. I crossed my arms and looked around my room uninterested in him, as if I didn't have a care in the world. I don't know if my charade worked or not.

"Let me talk to you," he said.

"Oh sure, talk away Hero! I am not preventing you from speaking at the slightest!"

There was a long pause that I had to roll my eyes at. Why couldn't he simply open his stupid perfect mouth and say what he was thinking? Why was that so hard for him?

"Mary had her baby," he finally said.

"Congratulations," I answered, slightly uncaring. The sentence at first seemed random to me, but a thought occurred if this was the reason for Link's goodbyes. Unlike my husband, Link's role of father would be much more. It was his duty to raise his child, and that would be a fit reason for Link' to stop seeing me. Though I would have hoped if that was the case, he would have realized that agreeing to see me at all when his wife was already pregnant was a bad idea. But then again I knew it was unfair to him. I had only made the offer after his wife was pregnant, and of course I had expected him to accept it.

"She's a girl. We named her Lana."

"That's nice." I didn't want to know more about the reason why Link was leaving me.

"And I realized, that I haven't been right. And I've been lying about things ... I've lied to the both of you."

Link finally got my attention and I stared at him curiously. In all the lifetimes I've known him, I could not think of one time Link ever lying. He was so bluntly honest sometimes that it was almost painful. And whenever he refuse to tell me something, he always told me very honestly that he would not tell me.

"Remember when you said..." he grinned to himself before shaking his head. "When you said if it was alright with Mary..." He was having a hard time speaking, and I could feel my eyes harden with every word he did manage to spill out of his mouth. I had told myself I was going to keep cool, but the nervous bellowing flames inside me were fighting their was to escape. "'Cause you know, I said Mary and I weren't in love with each other, and you said if it was alright with her, we could be in love with each other. Like this weird open marriage relationship which was somehow moral because no one's feelings were getting hurt, and even though it went against the law, the law's not always right, so what we were doing was right."

I pressed my mouth together and kept quiet as Link rambled. My brain was moving faster than his words were anyway.

"But I lied. I was wrong. Mary... She told me... She told me she loved me. Like she was in love with me..."

My fist tightened and I knew, if he started to go into that whole bull shit of him being in love with multiple people I was going to go into a rage and literally kill him. This subject had been brought up multiple times before in other lives. It was something that I just couldn't get myself over. I should have. It was normal for people to fall in love more than once. It wasn't practical to stay in love with someone, and only that someone as long as I had been in love with Link. If anything, it was unnatural. Out of the eons I had existed, since the beginning of time and all my memories, not once did I see anyone else as beautiful as I saw my Hero. No husband of mine, no courtier, no anyone. My love had always been for my country and for my people. No one person was greater of my attentions. No one, but Link.

But of course that was strange, and of course no other person was like that. Maybe they thought they were, but people always died to young to realized love never really lasted. Especially if the one you love repeatedly pushed you away. How do you repair a broken heart? You fall in love with someone else, and Link had fallen in love with someone else to mend his broken heart each and every time. And if for some reason, I was to ever show up or appear after he had mended his heart with someone else, he would claim to love me still; that he could love the both of us.

And I just couldn't get over that. I could not understand it. My small frozen little heart could hardly comprehend love at all, and then he would confuse it even more.

"... and I lied about it. I made you think I had told her so that you would let me stay with you."

Oh, was he still talking? "And you love her," I finally said, because he was taking too long and I just wanted to get it over with.

"No. No not like that. It's not because I'm in love with her."

I glared at him. Like I hadn't noticed that his current wife had red hair. The color its self, he was infatuated with. He had followed a pattern. The first other girl he had ever told me he was in love with had red hair. His first wife ever probably had red hair, though thank the goddesses I never had to meet her. She was probably his first, and true love. He only loved me because he just couldn't get rid of me.

I felt my eyes threatening to cry and I was angry that I wanted to. I was also angry at Link's sad face. He had never cried, at least not in front of me. Even if he hurt himself as a baby, he normally would just lay there with a dumb look on his face as if pain confused him more than hurt him. I wished I could hold back tears like he could. I wished I was that strong.

I wished I could hurt him enough to make him feel what I felt, to make him cry like I cried. I was angry that he never did.

"I kept it a secret from her, so I could be with you, and that was wrong and selfish of me."

I glared at the wall, and even though the statement made me feel a little bit better, all my insecurities had already built up inside me and I was having a hard time calming them down.

"But I couldn't keep lying anymore, Zelda. After Lana was born... I had to tell her."

"Get on with it!" I shouted. Link looked at me in alarm. "Go on. Tell it to me. 'I can no longer see you.' Isn't that what you want to say? Can you get it over with so I don't have to stand here and listen to your sob speech that I don't give two shits about?!"

"Zelda, I tried to tell you last week-"

"Last week, that's right. When you ran away after I fixed your face, like the cowardly man that you are!"

I must have hit somewhere below the belt, for his whole body tightened as he clenched his fits. "Maybe you're fucking right, but I couldn't-"

"Then redeem yourself right now. Tell me to my face."

"I can't Zelda!"

"Why the hell not, Link?!"

"You have to do it," he said hurt, having to look away from me. He undoubtedly thought I would end it all with a single command and send him packing. He was used to it after all, but I could see him wince slightly as he tried to prepare himself.

I was too angry to make this easy for him. "Oh, I should do it for you? I don't see why I should make any of this easy for you considering this is your wrong."

"Like you've told your husband what you've been doing with me," he shot back.

I felt myself mortified for a moment. "My situation is much more complicated for me than for you! Your wife can't order you off your nonexistent thrown! The worst she could do is leave you, and frankly I really don't care."

"Then with both agree that seeing each other like this is wrong."

"It is."

"Then end it."

"You end it!"

"Because I fucking can't!"

"Oh right, because you're a coward."

"It's because of you! You told me to come see you!"

I watch him shake, whether from anger or weakness I didn't know.

"You told me to come see you. And I've been following you're wishes since the beginning and I can't... I just can't. Call it cowardliness or whatever you want. And I know I have a duty to the Goddesses and to Hyrule, but the only reason why I even do all that shit is because you told me to do it first. You come first. So if I even think there's a possible reason that you want me to come back, you know I will. I wasn't suppose to come here today, but here I am standing in your fucking bedroom."

"You would abandon you're country, and go against the Goddesses just for a fucking lay with the Queen!?" I knew that wasn't at all what he was saying, but I was just too angry. No matter how flattering his words were, how much he claimed or seemed to love me, the point still was that it all had to end, and he was going to make me do it. I thought he would be angry at the statement I had just made, but as I looked at him it appeared that he was pondering if such a statement was true or not. "You're a terrible person," I said.

"You're just realizing this now?"

I turned away from him. "Since, apparently all you ever done is what I've told you to do, maybe it's time for you to make your own decision for once."

"If I always did what I wanted, everything would be terrible."

"Is that so." I stared at my bed stand. "If it was up to you, I imagine, you wouldn't have been the Hero at all."

There was a long pause, and I knew I was right. He would have just lived his normal life with his true love as a wife and that was all he would have to do.

"No, I've always wanted to," he finally answered. "Sure, it's not easy and often times I wish I wasn't but... I still wanted to help."

"Well, what is it that you want that would be so terrible if you act on it? Tell me." I turned to him, only to have him look away.

"I can't tell you."

"And this is why we're not getting anywhere."

"It shouldn't even fucking matter what I want anyway!"

"How am I suppose to help you then Link."

"I already told you what I need your help for."

"Ending our relationship so you don't have to, isn't helping you. What do you want to do? Do you want to cease being the Hero? Just tell me. If that's what you want, there's probably a way to find a new Hero or something. It'll take time, but there doesn't seem any potential threat in this life so there's time to-" Link suddenly grabbed me by the arms and pinned me against the wall between one of the dressers and the door. It would be the closest possible place for Lance to hear me if I were to scream, and I was alarmed to realize Link probably had done it on purpose. He would want Lance to know if I were distress so he could get himself in trouble. I had gotten that impression a lot. That he did things for the sole purpose to see if he would get caught or not, and then he would always seemed slightly disappointed on his good luck.

"I know exactly what I want, Zelda so don't give me all that bull shit about finding a new hero," he growled. "I'm going to ask you a simple question, and you're going to answer it, and then I'm going to act based on that answer."

I refused to look at him. Slightly annoyed that I was pinned to the wall, but more annoyed in the fact that I was enjoying how close he was to me.

"Do you want me to stay or do you want me to stop?"

I shrugged my shoulders still refusing to look at him. "Stay," I said almost meekly.

He took my chin in his hand and forced me to face him. His eyes were so serious and almost frighten to look at. But they were also beautiful and familiar and I could not look away.

"Stay." I told him more firmly, and he crashed his lips into mine, hard trying to devour me. We both seemed to remember what type a day it was. My victory was marred by my guilt. We were both terrible people. We deserved each other for being terrible.

I could feel he was just as stressed and guilty as I was, I felt it in the forceful way he claimed me, like if he could make himself believe it, it would make it right. If we wanted it it was right.

So I wanted it.

"So what I'm saying is, that you two have more drama than a trashy romance novel-not that I've read one-and that it takes a lot out of me, listening to your bitchin' and covering up your mess! All of this was so not in the job description when I signed up and I'm pretty sure if this keeps going as it is, I'll commit suicide."

I rolled my eyes. I had just gone on a whole rant on how stupid Link was, even though I knew Lance had heard the whole thing behind the walls, and my side of the story probably sounded a lot different than how Lance has interpreted. "Well you are dead set against working for the King so you're just going to have to deal with me and all of my problems! Because I just can't stop the problems! Especially following your awful suggestions."

"Maybe I'll just quit," Lance shrugged crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders. I gave him a startled look when I thought of Lance being replaced by most likely a slow witted loosed mouthed guard. He started laughing at me. "Your face... should always look like that. Keep me laughing all day."

I returned to my glaring. "What is it that you want then."

"A raise."

I scuffed. "Really?"

"You're right. That wouldn't do me any good considering you need time to enjoy your money. A raise and a vacation."

I started to laugh. I don't know why, it really wasn't that funny. "You on a vacation?! Where would you even go? What would you do?"

"I'd be away from you and that's all I need."

"Fine, I'll give you a vacation."

"For reals?"

"Yea. I'll have Felix or someone replace you. You can go on one of the more boring days than usual."

"You're kidding right?"

"I am not. You can sleep the entire day away. I assume that's what you will do since you'll probably just be bored out of your mind with nothing to do."

"Like... 24 hours without you kind of vacation or the kind that I have to stay in my room until you need me again which would wind up being like two hours, type of vacation?"

"You don't have to stay in your room. You can go where ever you like, but," I started to laugh again. "I don't know where you'd go."

Lance was staring off into space. "So you're telling me, I can go anywhere I want, without you."

"Yes, for Din's sake. It's been long over due for us to be apart! I don't know why I haven't thought of this before."

"Oh, Goddesses..." He began gazing off somewhere with his mouth open.

"What the hell's wrong with you?!"

"I'm just so happy."

I found myself annoyed again. "Well I imagine you'd be rather bored." I feared I might be.

"Psh!" He waved his hand. "I'll have a great time. You'll be bored without me, because you don't have any friends, but for me... this will be the best day of my life."

"What?! What sort of friends do you have?!"

He stared at me. "I have friends."

"Yea right. No one in this place has friends."

He snapped his fingers at Annabell who was making the bed before my husband returned. "Annabell and me are pals, isn't that right, girl?"

Annabell stopped what she was doing to glare at Lance. "I hate you."

I looked at Lance smugly.

"I have other friends. Outside the castle."

"Sure you do."

"I have more than you."

"We have exactly the same amount which would be zero number of friends."

"You are like the most pessimistic person I have ever encounter in my entire life."

"Well if you had friends, maybe you would encounter more."

"I have friends. I'll count them and tell you by name who they are."

"Oh please, tell me now."

"After my vacation." He sat down on my bed lazily before Annabell was done smoothing out all the wrinkles. She gave him a glare, but that didn't bother him.

"That doesn't count.

"Annabell," he answered.

"GET OFF!" She pushed him off the bed.

"See? I'm already winning."

Annabell quickly finished the bed and hurried out of the room. "I hate you!" she said to Lance before leaving the room.

"Well I don't exactly see it, but maybe you're right. Annabell and you are the best of friends. You are so winning. One more over my zero. Congratulations."

"What about you and me?"

"I dislike you as well."

He tugged on my hair. "I'm your fucking friend, bitch." And never before, did such a vile sentence made me smile.

"Then it appears that I am winning, since I still don't believe Annabell is your friend, and even if you consider yourself as mine I am not going to admit that I'm am your friend."

"Well I got a whole list, so don't you worry about that."

"Okay, well I won't."

He pulled out a piece of paper from his notebook. "I'm starting it right now."

"Okay, you write away!" I read as I waited for my husband's return and Lance pretended to write names down on his list. Eventually he got bored of his fake writing and pretended to doze, and the paper was forgotten on the floor. When it was time for him to leave, the list was still on the floor, and curiosity getting the better of me, I picked it up and looked at it.

At first glance it was a long list, until I realized that all the names were crossed out. All except for one, which was the first one he had wrote down, coming before even Annabell. Annabell's name was crossed out with a question mark next to it. I always thought Annabell's hate for Lance was just the general hate everyone had for him, but it seemed more like the two were having a more personal fight. I wouldn't have cared about Lance's personal life. It wasn't my business and it wasn't all that important in the grand scheme of things. I wouldn't have let Lance's stupid feelings bother me at all, except for what was the only cleanly written name on the top of his list.

It read, "Best Friend: Zelda."