Authors Note: IM UPDATING...YES!!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOZ or its characters I only own the OC's and the story line. Oh and I don't own the songs either.
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"What do you mean a crush?" Zelda said acting like she was offended.
"Oh please, I see the way you look at him and I don't blame you. Link is not only the nicest guy you would ever meet...but he is so handsome." Malon smiled when Zelda began to blush; ah ha the princess was caught.
"I...I...I have no idea what you are talking about," Zelda said with a slightly nervous smile. Malon just rolled her eyes and walked away. 'Hmm, me and Link...nah,' she thought
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It had to be close to two when Zelda finally exited the club. She didn't realize that part of the job wasn't just serving drinks to the customers, but also cleaning up the vomit left behind. Zelda looked around; she remembered she didn't have a ride home. She didn't really want to walk home all by herself, and Malon had to rush home because of some family issues. Zelda half hoped Link was there.
"Hey, it's the princess," a drunken male voice called out. Zelda turned to see Link's bother Matt sitting against the wall of the club. It wasn't Link, but close enough.
"Matt?" Zelda asked walking up to him. He was holding a beer bottle in his left hand, and an unlit cigarette in the other. His eyes were blood shot and his clothing was all dirty. This didn't look like the same man she had just seen a few hours ago.
"Yeah, I'm matt, drummer....in a band...a...fuckin...mailman...with no fuckin education....cause I fuckin screwed up and knocked my girlfriend up...I'm Matt...a deadbeat dad and a fuckin alcoholic..." he looked up at Zelda with pleading eyes, as if asking for help but to proud to say anything.
"You didn't screw up so bad," Zelda said at a lost of words. He gave her an uneasy smirk.
"You don't know me well...do you." He chuckled abit and turned away from her.
"Why don't you go home?"
"Lara kicked me out, told me never to come back...that I was worthless...that I didn't deserve to live." Zelda could tell her wasn't that drunk, he wasn't tripping over his words or sweating, and he didn't have the smell of alcohol. She could tell, he was trying to drown himself in alcohol but probably couldn't find an open bar.
"What's Links number, I'll call him for you..."
"No," he said softly, "That won't be necessary Princess, he his on his way, I know him. Link, he has the sixth sense about things like this. He knew, our father was going to die, he new our mother was going to be killed, he knew that our sister was going to shot to death by her boyfriend, he knew...but he couldn't stop it. He told me one night that he wished the goddesses would kill him, because he was a worthless bastard." He paused for a moment, and looked at the sky, "he tried to commit suicide twice, that's why he wears sweat bands, to hide the scars." He turned and face Zelda, "you don't understand why he writes those songs."
"Because, he want's to get back at the girls who broke his heart?" Zelda looked at Matt, who just chuckled.
"It makes him feel better to give the blame to someone else..."
Zelda thought about what Matt had just said. For years Link has blamed himself for not being able to save his family, but when those girls break up with him, he can finally blame someone else for his pain.
"Matt...lets go now..."
Zelda turned around to see Link behind her. His hair was down, and he was wearing green sweat pants and a white shirt that said "Kiss me I'm horny." He had a stern look on his face, almost as if he was pissed off. Maybe Matt said to much.
"Oh, why if it isn't LINK, the Hero of Time!" Matt announced on the top of his lungs.
"I told you, there is no such thing as the hero of time," Link snapped, "Now get your drunk ass back to my house."
"Fine, fine..." with that Matt stumbled away. With Matt gone, Link directed his attention to Zelda; the serious look gone form his face. "Sometimes when he his drunk he blabs about some stupid stuff, pay no mind to it Princess," Link said with a nervous laugh. She knew Matt was not drunk, and she knew Link knew...but she would go along with it, obviously, Link had some skeletons in the closet he didn't want exposed to the world.
"Yeah...I understand." She flashed Link a soft smile, which he returned with a goofy grin
"Well, with that all cleared up, you want a drive home?"
Before Zelda could answer, a car pulled up next to her, a silver mustang, complete with chrome rims, and a kick-ass stereo system. The man, who got out of the car, was even more fancy, he was about 5'11, nice glossy black her, and eyes as green as Kokiri Forest. He was wearing a white button down shirt (that was only button from the middle down), a black jacket, and black slacks. He was you stereotype first class male. Good looks, nice car, and a whole lot of cash.
"Why, Zelda, would have never thought to find you here," he said in a somewhat sinister voice.
"Oh hey Charles so nice to see you, erm," she turned to Link who was giving Charles a death glare, "Charles this is Link, Link this is..."
"Charles nice to meet you Link," He grasp Links hand and shook it violently.
"Yeah hey there buddy, nice grip you got there," Link said, kind of taken back.
"Yeah well, I work out, so," he turned his attention back to Zelda, "why is my beautiful girlfriend doing here, at some dump like this."
"I erm, work here Charles, you know, I need a job and yeah."
"Well, since the Princess is in safe hands, I guess I'll take my leave, see you around Princess." Link walked away, without even waiting for Zelda to say "bye."
"Well, he was a rude fellow, come on Zellie, lets go," Charles said opening the door for Zelda.
"Yeah..."
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Author Notes: This chapter will come in handy dandy later....but HEY, atleast I updated.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOZ or its characters I only own the OC's and the story line. Oh and I don't own the songs either.
^^^^^^^^^^
"What do you mean a crush?" Zelda said acting like she was offended.
"Oh please, I see the way you look at him and I don't blame you. Link is not only the nicest guy you would ever meet...but he is so handsome." Malon smiled when Zelda began to blush; ah ha the princess was caught.
"I...I...I have no idea what you are talking about," Zelda said with a slightly nervous smile. Malon just rolled her eyes and walked away. 'Hmm, me and Link...nah,' she thought
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It had to be close to two when Zelda finally exited the club. She didn't realize that part of the job wasn't just serving drinks to the customers, but also cleaning up the vomit left behind. Zelda looked around; she remembered she didn't have a ride home. She didn't really want to walk home all by herself, and Malon had to rush home because of some family issues. Zelda half hoped Link was there.
"Hey, it's the princess," a drunken male voice called out. Zelda turned to see Link's bother Matt sitting against the wall of the club. It wasn't Link, but close enough.
"Matt?" Zelda asked walking up to him. He was holding a beer bottle in his left hand, and an unlit cigarette in the other. His eyes were blood shot and his clothing was all dirty. This didn't look like the same man she had just seen a few hours ago.
"Yeah, I'm matt, drummer....in a band...a...fuckin...mailman...with no fuckin education....cause I fuckin screwed up and knocked my girlfriend up...I'm Matt...a deadbeat dad and a fuckin alcoholic..." he looked up at Zelda with pleading eyes, as if asking for help but to proud to say anything.
"You didn't screw up so bad," Zelda said at a lost of words. He gave her an uneasy smirk.
"You don't know me well...do you." He chuckled abit and turned away from her.
"Why don't you go home?"
"Lara kicked me out, told me never to come back...that I was worthless...that I didn't deserve to live." Zelda could tell her wasn't that drunk, he wasn't tripping over his words or sweating, and he didn't have the smell of alcohol. She could tell, he was trying to drown himself in alcohol but probably couldn't find an open bar.
"What's Links number, I'll call him for you..."
"No," he said softly, "That won't be necessary Princess, he his on his way, I know him. Link, he has the sixth sense about things like this. He knew, our father was going to die, he new our mother was going to be killed, he knew that our sister was going to shot to death by her boyfriend, he knew...but he couldn't stop it. He told me one night that he wished the goddesses would kill him, because he was a worthless bastard." He paused for a moment, and looked at the sky, "he tried to commit suicide twice, that's why he wears sweat bands, to hide the scars." He turned and face Zelda, "you don't understand why he writes those songs."
"Because, he want's to get back at the girls who broke his heart?" Zelda looked at Matt, who just chuckled.
"It makes him feel better to give the blame to someone else..."
Zelda thought about what Matt had just said. For years Link has blamed himself for not being able to save his family, but when those girls break up with him, he can finally blame someone else for his pain.
"Matt...lets go now..."
Zelda turned around to see Link behind her. His hair was down, and he was wearing green sweat pants and a white shirt that said "Kiss me I'm horny." He had a stern look on his face, almost as if he was pissed off. Maybe Matt said to much.
"Oh, why if it isn't LINK, the Hero of Time!" Matt announced on the top of his lungs.
"I told you, there is no such thing as the hero of time," Link snapped, "Now get your drunk ass back to my house."
"Fine, fine..." with that Matt stumbled away. With Matt gone, Link directed his attention to Zelda; the serious look gone form his face. "Sometimes when he his drunk he blabs about some stupid stuff, pay no mind to it Princess," Link said with a nervous laugh. She knew Matt was not drunk, and she knew Link knew...but she would go along with it, obviously, Link had some skeletons in the closet he didn't want exposed to the world.
"Yeah...I understand." She flashed Link a soft smile, which he returned with a goofy grin
"Well, with that all cleared up, you want a drive home?"
Before Zelda could answer, a car pulled up next to her, a silver mustang, complete with chrome rims, and a kick-ass stereo system. The man, who got out of the car, was even more fancy, he was about 5'11, nice glossy black her, and eyes as green as Kokiri Forest. He was wearing a white button down shirt (that was only button from the middle down), a black jacket, and black slacks. He was you stereotype first class male. Good looks, nice car, and a whole lot of cash.
"Why, Zelda, would have never thought to find you here," he said in a somewhat sinister voice.
"Oh hey Charles so nice to see you, erm," she turned to Link who was giving Charles a death glare, "Charles this is Link, Link this is..."
"Charles nice to meet you Link," He grasp Links hand and shook it violently.
"Yeah hey there buddy, nice grip you got there," Link said, kind of taken back.
"Yeah well, I work out, so," he turned his attention back to Zelda, "why is my beautiful girlfriend doing here, at some dump like this."
"I erm, work here Charles, you know, I need a job and yeah."
"Well, since the Princess is in safe hands, I guess I'll take my leave, see you around Princess." Link walked away, without even waiting for Zelda to say "bye."
"Well, he was a rude fellow, come on Zellie, lets go," Charles said opening the door for Zelda.
"Yeah..."
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Author Notes: This chapter will come in handy dandy later....but HEY, atleast I updated.