i luv writing this (even tho no one's reading it. and if u r, Y RNT U
REVIEWING?!) anyhow, on wit da story, man.
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Peach lay flat on her back. She was at Sydney's, going through her weekly exercise routine on a mat.
"Up, and over, and up and over, and PULL the hamstrings!" her trainer, Rosalind said, directing Peach's leg and how it should be moving.
"She's being really ridiculous about it, really!" Peach said, moving her leg "up and over" repeatedly. "If Zelda would only talk to her friends, things would be oh so much easier for her!"
"Now on your side," Rosalind said. Peach turned over and waited for further instruction. "And, up and down, and up and down and--"
"But now that I think of it, Zelda never listens to any of her friends," Peach said, raising and dropping her leg.
"Up and down, and--how does she avoid it?--up and down--"
"Ugh!" Peach snorted, rolling over onto her back again. "I'm exhausted!"
"Mrs. Fowler, you've barely done a thing," Rosalind pointed out. When Peach didn't respond, she sighed, and said, "Maybe we should try something simpler, like crawling up the wall."
Sighing, Peach faced the wall, still on her back.
"Good. Now crawl slowly up the wall," Rosalind said. Peach moved her feet very slow-like up the wall. "Press each tiny vertebrae as hard as you can!"
"The way you say that makes me feel like vermin," Peach grunted, as her back began to arch more off the ground.
"There shouldn't be much effort," Rosalind said. Peach stopped to stare at her. "Um, crawling up the wall, I mean."
Suddenly, Saria burst into the room, fastening a belt around her waist. "Oh, I'm SO sorry I'm late, Peach, I--!"
"There you are, Saria!" Peach said, dropping her legs from the wall rather un-elegantly. She continued to speak from her position on the floor. "You're always late! I'm paying for these lessons you know--"
"--I know, but there was so much traffic today, and my car's been malfunct--"
Neither of them relented talking, determined to be heard over the other. "Please, PLEASE!!" Rosalind shouted at the top her lungs to get their attention. It worked. Peach and Saria stared at her. Roz cleared her throat and said, "It's time for a posture race."
Saria walked towards the other side of the room, and Peach lazily followed (slouching a bit).
"Tsk, tsk, Mrs. Fowler," Rosalind said to Peach. "A lady always enters a room erect."
"Yeah, well, most of my friends exit horizontally."
Rosalind ignored Peach's comment. "All right. Backs straight, arms out, on the tip of your toes, and--you're off."
Saria and Peach, with their arms out straight in front of them, tip- toed as fast as they could across the room.
"Jack is furious with me for letting you pay for these," Saria muttered to Peach through her teeth, referring to her husband.
"Yeah, well, he ought to be darn glad HE isn't paying for them."
"Tuck under, please," Rosalind interrupted, correcting Peach's posture. As part of the routine, Saria and Peach began to walk backwards (to where they had started from).
"But--but Peach, you don't understand!" Saria continued. "Ever since I got that job, I've been making almost as much money as he has, which is making him really upset. And now he's almost changed completely, and he's not the man I knew!"
"Yeah, well, hang on to your own little income," Peach advised her, as they reached the end of the line. Her breathing was slightly heavier than usual. "It's the only protection a ...(deep breath) married woman has."
"All right, now return to the mats," Rosalind told them. They did so. Right then, Daisy bombarded through the door, with a white cloth tied around her head.
"Oh hello, Daisy, what're you doing here?" Peach asked, eager for any kind of interruption.
"Hello, dears, I was just right in the middle of my facial when I remembered something just awful I've done!" Daisy said in one breath.
"Mrs. Potter, we're right in the middle of a lesson," Rosalind said, with something of a forced smile. "And besides ... shouldn't you be down still having your--"
"Darling, relaxing is part of my facial," Daisy said to Roz.
"Then you should relax completely, Mrs. Potter," Rosalind said through her teeth. "From the neck up."
"Uh, you go tell them I want my bath getting ready," Peach said, once the initial glares were over. "There's a good girl; I'm simply exhausted!"
"Mrs. Fowler, you've barely moved a muscle," Roz pointed out quietly.
Peach's smile turned upside-down, and she said flatly, "Listen, who's carcass is this, yours or mine?"
"It's yours, but I'm paid to exercise it."
"Heh," Peach snorted. "You sound like a horse trainer."
"Well, Mrs. Fowler, you're getting warm," Rosalind said. With that, she stalked out of the room.
"Well how d'ya like that?" Peach asked in disbelief.
"Honestly, the way they run this place, you'd think it was a boarding school," Daisy said. "But no matter." She sat down between Saria and Peach.
"So what is it you wanted to tell us?" Saria asked her.
"Well, darlings, I've just done the most GHASTLY thing," Daisy said.
"What?" Peach asked curiously.
"I could really just bite my tongue off, for it."
"Yes, but Daisy, what IS it?" Peach asked, grinning.
"I've been racking my brain trying to remember what it was, but I just can't!" Daisy said with annoyance. "I remember I was with Phyllis Povah--"
"I know what you're going to say!" Peach gasped accusingly, pointing her finger at Daisy. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You forgot she was writing a gossip column, and you told her something about me."
"Darling, you know I'd never give you away," Daisy assured her. "I told her ALL about Link and Zelda."
"Oh, that!" Peach laughed.
"Daisy!" Saria cried in despair.
"I know it! I can't believe I did it," Daisy said.
"But now it'll be in all those dreadful scandal sheets!" Saria wailed.
"What exactly did you tell her?" Peach asked.
"Um, I said that Zelda and Malon were across the hall from each other in their dressing rooms the other day," Daisy started. "And then I think I said that Zelda gave the Allen girl an awful punch in the gut, and ripped her satin gown right off her!"
"You didn't!" Peach said, almost to the point of hysterical laughter.
"Well, I don't know if I said a satin gown, or a velvet gown," Daisy said, rolling her eyes. "But I do know that I said she gave Malon a black eye and a broken arm."
"Daisy, you didn't!" Saria whimpered.
"Well that's what Peach told me," Daisy said, raising her eyebrows.
"I did not!"
"You did too! And besides, those two are on the brink of divorce anyway--"
"Says who?!" Peach asked with excitement.
"You did!" Daisy told her.
"I did not! And besides, what can Zelda expect when she goes parading about, broadcasting her affairs to the world--"
"Zelda doesn't broadcast them!" Saria interrupted.
"Well then who does?!" Peach asked.
"YOU do! You're making things impossible for Zelda, you really are!"
"Oh, come off it, Saria."
"No! I won't! And by tomorrow morning, EVERYbody will know what's going on between Link, Zelda, and Malon!"
"Mrs. Fowler, your bath is ready now," Rosalind announced, sticking her head inside the room for a moment.
Peach stood up and sighed. "Don't worry, dear. I'll fix everything. I'll go have a talk with Phyllis."
"What're you going to say?" Daisy asked.
"I'll tell her you were lying," Peach answered.
"You most certainly will not!" Daisy insisted, a little embarrassed.
"Well then let the story ride!" Peach laughed. "It'll all be forgotten in a couple days! Remember that story a while ago about what's- her-name that came out right before she jumped out a window? There, you see? I can't even remember her name! So who cares, Daisy?" With that, she glided out of the room.
Saria still sat there, glaring at the place where Peach had previously been seated. "I think that Peach is a terrible woman ... and I'm going to tell her so!"
"Now, now, dear, don't worry about it," Daisy told her, standing up. "It's just the girl's poor luck that she wasn't born deaf and dumb."
"But you're Peach's best friend, why don't YOU do something about it?" Saria asked, also getting to her feet.
"Darling, I'd try, but I can't," Daisy said, shrugging. "To me, there is nothing wrong with Peach Fowler. I see no evil, I hear no evil, I speak no evil!"
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"We can't go on like this, Link," Zelda whispered, clutching the back of a chair in their room.
"Zelda, please," Link said quietly.
"Please what?! Please don't care about my having an affair with another woman!? Please pretend that you still don't know what's going on?!"
"You don't understand, Zelda," Link said, stepping closer to her.
"Understand what?! What more is there that I need to comprehend, or is there something ELSE you're not telling me?!"
Link took another step forward and caught her hands. "Zelda, please! Let me say something to you!"
"Dear God in heaven, help me!" Zelda shouted, trying vainly to get out of his grasp. "I loved you, Link! I LOVED YOU!! And of all the other filthy tramps that wanted you for your money, you knew that wasn't what I wanted! I loved you for who you were! So a fine way to pay me back, you thought, was by going out behind my back with one of those--those--" She couldn't think of a way to finish her sentence. So instead, Zelda screamed shortly and finally yanked herself free of his grasp.
"Zelda--"
"Stay away from me!" she said hoarsely. "Away, you monster!"
"I know you always loved me, I thought you did, anyway, but now you-- "
"Haven't you been listening to a WORD of what I've been saying?!" Zelda cried, as Link walked towards her again. "I didn't say I never loved you, I said STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
"Please, I want you to say you love me!"
"Stay away from me!"
Link put his strong arms around her, and she attempted to beat him off, still crying. He silenced her with a kiss, a much deeper one than the ones he'd been giving her recently. Zelda didn't want to kiss him, but it was so hard for her to resist. When he finally stopped for a moment and stared at her, her mind seemed to have gone blank.
Then she threw her arms around him again, kissing him once more. Half of her knew this was what she wanted, while the other half wanted Link to wither and die. After a few moments, she released the kiss, tears still staining her cheeks.
"Link....did you ever do that.... with her?" she asked quietly, not able to face him.
"No, not really, no," he answered.
"Not really?" she repeated, sitting down in a chair. "What does that mean? Go on, be honest. Please."
Sighing, Link stood beside her. "I will be honest, Zelda. I have kissed Malon--" Zelda choked as new tears formed, and he went on--"but I never kissed her quite like that. Just now, I mean."
"But.... but why?" Zelda whispered. "Why ... did ... you... do ... this ... to me?"
"I--I'm not really sure," Link stammered, beginning to cry a little himself. "I felt as if I wasn't treating you right, or you .... oh, I'm not making any sense ... but Zelda, you've always been first with me."
Zelda gave out a laugh. The kind of laugh you make when something is so heart breaking that you wish it was funny. "I don't want to be part of a group, Link," she murmured. "Even if I am first."
There was a long silence between them. Then, at the same time, they both glanced at each other. Neither one wanted to be the first to look away.
"What happens now?" Link asked.
"I don't know," Zelda answered quietly. She wiped away some of her tears, then stood up. "Actually, I do."
"What?" Link asked, watching her make for the door. She stopped.
Zelda thought she heard fast footsteps from outside the door, but didn't move. "I'm leaving you, Link. Obviously we don't belong together, and besides .... you'd be more happy if you didn't have to worry about balancing two women. Two lives. Now you can have the one you left me for and not have to worry about it all."
Link stared in disbelief as Zelda opened the door and slammed it shut. He ran to catch up with her and met her on the stair way. She paused and waited until Link was on the same stair as she.
"Well, what is it?"
"Just thought that maybe I'd go and tell Malon," Link answered coldly. "I'm sure she'll be very happy." He stormed down the rest of the steps, and slammed the front door as loudly as he could.
Zelda screamed again, tears splashing down her front and sobs forcing their way out of her throat. She collapsed, grasping the banister so as not to slip down the stairs.
From the room down the hall....
"Poor Mrs. Haines," one of the maids whispered. "I can't believe what Mr. Haines is doin' to her."
"All men are scum," the cook deduced, washing some dishes. "And to think .... what did the Mrs ever do to deserve this?"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing, and that's what makes me angry!" the maid said. "And now the poor creature is cryin' her eyes out, JUST because of that rat who dumped her .... although I do feel a little bad about eavesdropping on them .... do you think they have a chance of forgiving each other?"
"Pffft," the cook sighed. "Anyone who could fix the relationship between those two would win that prize they're always givin' out in Sweden."
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A/N: tsk, tsk! poor zelda. but don't worry; everything will work out all rite in the end. that is, it will if u REVIEW!! LIKE, NOW!!! ...................... sry.
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Peach lay flat on her back. She was at Sydney's, going through her weekly exercise routine on a mat.
"Up, and over, and up and over, and PULL the hamstrings!" her trainer, Rosalind said, directing Peach's leg and how it should be moving.
"She's being really ridiculous about it, really!" Peach said, moving her leg "up and over" repeatedly. "If Zelda would only talk to her friends, things would be oh so much easier for her!"
"Now on your side," Rosalind said. Peach turned over and waited for further instruction. "And, up and down, and up and down and--"
"But now that I think of it, Zelda never listens to any of her friends," Peach said, raising and dropping her leg.
"Up and down, and--how does she avoid it?--up and down--"
"Ugh!" Peach snorted, rolling over onto her back again. "I'm exhausted!"
"Mrs. Fowler, you've barely done a thing," Rosalind pointed out. When Peach didn't respond, she sighed, and said, "Maybe we should try something simpler, like crawling up the wall."
Sighing, Peach faced the wall, still on her back.
"Good. Now crawl slowly up the wall," Rosalind said. Peach moved her feet very slow-like up the wall. "Press each tiny vertebrae as hard as you can!"
"The way you say that makes me feel like vermin," Peach grunted, as her back began to arch more off the ground.
"There shouldn't be much effort," Rosalind said. Peach stopped to stare at her. "Um, crawling up the wall, I mean."
Suddenly, Saria burst into the room, fastening a belt around her waist. "Oh, I'm SO sorry I'm late, Peach, I--!"
"There you are, Saria!" Peach said, dropping her legs from the wall rather un-elegantly. She continued to speak from her position on the floor. "You're always late! I'm paying for these lessons you know--"
"--I know, but there was so much traffic today, and my car's been malfunct--"
Neither of them relented talking, determined to be heard over the other. "Please, PLEASE!!" Rosalind shouted at the top her lungs to get their attention. It worked. Peach and Saria stared at her. Roz cleared her throat and said, "It's time for a posture race."
Saria walked towards the other side of the room, and Peach lazily followed (slouching a bit).
"Tsk, tsk, Mrs. Fowler," Rosalind said to Peach. "A lady always enters a room erect."
"Yeah, well, most of my friends exit horizontally."
Rosalind ignored Peach's comment. "All right. Backs straight, arms out, on the tip of your toes, and--you're off."
Saria and Peach, with their arms out straight in front of them, tip- toed as fast as they could across the room.
"Jack is furious with me for letting you pay for these," Saria muttered to Peach through her teeth, referring to her husband.
"Yeah, well, he ought to be darn glad HE isn't paying for them."
"Tuck under, please," Rosalind interrupted, correcting Peach's posture. As part of the routine, Saria and Peach began to walk backwards (to where they had started from).
"But--but Peach, you don't understand!" Saria continued. "Ever since I got that job, I've been making almost as much money as he has, which is making him really upset. And now he's almost changed completely, and he's not the man I knew!"
"Yeah, well, hang on to your own little income," Peach advised her, as they reached the end of the line. Her breathing was slightly heavier than usual. "It's the only protection a ...(deep breath) married woman has."
"All right, now return to the mats," Rosalind told them. They did so. Right then, Daisy bombarded through the door, with a white cloth tied around her head.
"Oh hello, Daisy, what're you doing here?" Peach asked, eager for any kind of interruption.
"Hello, dears, I was just right in the middle of my facial when I remembered something just awful I've done!" Daisy said in one breath.
"Mrs. Potter, we're right in the middle of a lesson," Rosalind said, with something of a forced smile. "And besides ... shouldn't you be down still having your--"
"Darling, relaxing is part of my facial," Daisy said to Roz.
"Then you should relax completely, Mrs. Potter," Rosalind said through her teeth. "From the neck up."
"Uh, you go tell them I want my bath getting ready," Peach said, once the initial glares were over. "There's a good girl; I'm simply exhausted!"
"Mrs. Fowler, you've barely moved a muscle," Roz pointed out quietly.
Peach's smile turned upside-down, and she said flatly, "Listen, who's carcass is this, yours or mine?"
"It's yours, but I'm paid to exercise it."
"Heh," Peach snorted. "You sound like a horse trainer."
"Well, Mrs. Fowler, you're getting warm," Rosalind said. With that, she stalked out of the room.
"Well how d'ya like that?" Peach asked in disbelief.
"Honestly, the way they run this place, you'd think it was a boarding school," Daisy said. "But no matter." She sat down between Saria and Peach.
"So what is it you wanted to tell us?" Saria asked her.
"Well, darlings, I've just done the most GHASTLY thing," Daisy said.
"What?" Peach asked curiously.
"I could really just bite my tongue off, for it."
"Yes, but Daisy, what IS it?" Peach asked, grinning.
"I've been racking my brain trying to remember what it was, but I just can't!" Daisy said with annoyance. "I remember I was with Phyllis Povah--"
"I know what you're going to say!" Peach gasped accusingly, pointing her finger at Daisy. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You forgot she was writing a gossip column, and you told her something about me."
"Darling, you know I'd never give you away," Daisy assured her. "I told her ALL about Link and Zelda."
"Oh, that!" Peach laughed.
"Daisy!" Saria cried in despair.
"I know it! I can't believe I did it," Daisy said.
"But now it'll be in all those dreadful scandal sheets!" Saria wailed.
"What exactly did you tell her?" Peach asked.
"Um, I said that Zelda and Malon were across the hall from each other in their dressing rooms the other day," Daisy started. "And then I think I said that Zelda gave the Allen girl an awful punch in the gut, and ripped her satin gown right off her!"
"You didn't!" Peach said, almost to the point of hysterical laughter.
"Well, I don't know if I said a satin gown, or a velvet gown," Daisy said, rolling her eyes. "But I do know that I said she gave Malon a black eye and a broken arm."
"Daisy, you didn't!" Saria whimpered.
"Well that's what Peach told me," Daisy said, raising her eyebrows.
"I did not!"
"You did too! And besides, those two are on the brink of divorce anyway--"
"Says who?!" Peach asked with excitement.
"You did!" Daisy told her.
"I did not! And besides, what can Zelda expect when she goes parading about, broadcasting her affairs to the world--"
"Zelda doesn't broadcast them!" Saria interrupted.
"Well then who does?!" Peach asked.
"YOU do! You're making things impossible for Zelda, you really are!"
"Oh, come off it, Saria."
"No! I won't! And by tomorrow morning, EVERYbody will know what's going on between Link, Zelda, and Malon!"
"Mrs. Fowler, your bath is ready now," Rosalind announced, sticking her head inside the room for a moment.
Peach stood up and sighed. "Don't worry, dear. I'll fix everything. I'll go have a talk with Phyllis."
"What're you going to say?" Daisy asked.
"I'll tell her you were lying," Peach answered.
"You most certainly will not!" Daisy insisted, a little embarrassed.
"Well then let the story ride!" Peach laughed. "It'll all be forgotten in a couple days! Remember that story a while ago about what's- her-name that came out right before she jumped out a window? There, you see? I can't even remember her name! So who cares, Daisy?" With that, she glided out of the room.
Saria still sat there, glaring at the place where Peach had previously been seated. "I think that Peach is a terrible woman ... and I'm going to tell her so!"
"Now, now, dear, don't worry about it," Daisy told her, standing up. "It's just the girl's poor luck that she wasn't born deaf and dumb."
"But you're Peach's best friend, why don't YOU do something about it?" Saria asked, also getting to her feet.
"Darling, I'd try, but I can't," Daisy said, shrugging. "To me, there is nothing wrong with Peach Fowler. I see no evil, I hear no evil, I speak no evil!"
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"We can't go on like this, Link," Zelda whispered, clutching the back of a chair in their room.
"Zelda, please," Link said quietly.
"Please what?! Please don't care about my having an affair with another woman!? Please pretend that you still don't know what's going on?!"
"You don't understand, Zelda," Link said, stepping closer to her.
"Understand what?! What more is there that I need to comprehend, or is there something ELSE you're not telling me?!"
Link took another step forward and caught her hands. "Zelda, please! Let me say something to you!"
"Dear God in heaven, help me!" Zelda shouted, trying vainly to get out of his grasp. "I loved you, Link! I LOVED YOU!! And of all the other filthy tramps that wanted you for your money, you knew that wasn't what I wanted! I loved you for who you were! So a fine way to pay me back, you thought, was by going out behind my back with one of those--those--" She couldn't think of a way to finish her sentence. So instead, Zelda screamed shortly and finally yanked herself free of his grasp.
"Zelda--"
"Stay away from me!" she said hoarsely. "Away, you monster!"
"I know you always loved me, I thought you did, anyway, but now you-- "
"Haven't you been listening to a WORD of what I've been saying?!" Zelda cried, as Link walked towards her again. "I didn't say I never loved you, I said STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
"Please, I want you to say you love me!"
"Stay away from me!"
Link put his strong arms around her, and she attempted to beat him off, still crying. He silenced her with a kiss, a much deeper one than the ones he'd been giving her recently. Zelda didn't want to kiss him, but it was so hard for her to resist. When he finally stopped for a moment and stared at her, her mind seemed to have gone blank.
Then she threw her arms around him again, kissing him once more. Half of her knew this was what she wanted, while the other half wanted Link to wither and die. After a few moments, she released the kiss, tears still staining her cheeks.
"Link....did you ever do that.... with her?" she asked quietly, not able to face him.
"No, not really, no," he answered.
"Not really?" she repeated, sitting down in a chair. "What does that mean? Go on, be honest. Please."
Sighing, Link stood beside her. "I will be honest, Zelda. I have kissed Malon--" Zelda choked as new tears formed, and he went on--"but I never kissed her quite like that. Just now, I mean."
"But.... but why?" Zelda whispered. "Why ... did ... you... do ... this ... to me?"
"I--I'm not really sure," Link stammered, beginning to cry a little himself. "I felt as if I wasn't treating you right, or you .... oh, I'm not making any sense ... but Zelda, you've always been first with me."
Zelda gave out a laugh. The kind of laugh you make when something is so heart breaking that you wish it was funny. "I don't want to be part of a group, Link," she murmured. "Even if I am first."
There was a long silence between them. Then, at the same time, they both glanced at each other. Neither one wanted to be the first to look away.
"What happens now?" Link asked.
"I don't know," Zelda answered quietly. She wiped away some of her tears, then stood up. "Actually, I do."
"What?" Link asked, watching her make for the door. She stopped.
Zelda thought she heard fast footsteps from outside the door, but didn't move. "I'm leaving you, Link. Obviously we don't belong together, and besides .... you'd be more happy if you didn't have to worry about balancing two women. Two lives. Now you can have the one you left me for and not have to worry about it all."
Link stared in disbelief as Zelda opened the door and slammed it shut. He ran to catch up with her and met her on the stair way. She paused and waited until Link was on the same stair as she.
"Well, what is it?"
"Just thought that maybe I'd go and tell Malon," Link answered coldly. "I'm sure she'll be very happy." He stormed down the rest of the steps, and slammed the front door as loudly as he could.
Zelda screamed again, tears splashing down her front and sobs forcing their way out of her throat. She collapsed, grasping the banister so as not to slip down the stairs.
From the room down the hall....
"Poor Mrs. Haines," one of the maids whispered. "I can't believe what Mr. Haines is doin' to her."
"All men are scum," the cook deduced, washing some dishes. "And to think .... what did the Mrs ever do to deserve this?"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing, and that's what makes me angry!" the maid said. "And now the poor creature is cryin' her eyes out, JUST because of that rat who dumped her .... although I do feel a little bad about eavesdropping on them .... do you think they have a chance of forgiving each other?"
"Pffft," the cook sighed. "Anyone who could fix the relationship between those two would win that prize they're always givin' out in Sweden."
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A/N: tsk, tsk! poor zelda. but don't worry; everything will work out all rite in the end. that is, it will if u REVIEW!! LIKE, NOW!!! ...................... sry.