A/N: You know what I noticed? I mentioned in the first ch that Link and posse walked to school, but yet Link drove home. Why has no one brought this to my attention? Rawr! I knew about it and it drove me crazy but no one has mentioned it! Aw well, it shall be fixed. And because people have been bugging me about it, this fic will not be a Zelink. I've seen enough of those already on this site. So sorry to all you Zelink fans who have been reading my humble fic. (I'm sure I'm gonna lose a lot of reviewers because of that! Heh heh.) But don't just assume it's gonna be a Malink! It could be a Link/Nabooru or even Link/Ganondorf for all you know! (Shudders violently) Yes, so after a long and obnoxious author's note, here we go with the story! Yeehaw!

Chapter 7

Sheik didn't show up at Link's door with Malon the next day, but that was all preconceived. Link didn't really want to see either of them anyway. When he walked through the school doors, he caught sight of Sheik by his locker, which was adjacent to Malon's and his own. Despite the reluctance of having to speak to the one person he knew wouldn't hesitate to chew him out, Link body-surfed the crowd and arrived beside his cousin.

The red-eyed senior glanced sideways at Link as he shoved his math textbook into his locker. Link drummed his fingers on his metal locker door as an uncomfortable silence between the two of them ensued.

"So…um…" Link began mostly to gain Sheik's attention. Another sideways red glare, and Link knew he had it. "Where's Malon?"

Sheik shrugged, closing his locker and leaning his back against it, his blue backpack lay listlessly on the floor beside his feet. "I dunno. I tried calling her cell like a thousand times but she wouldn't answer. And I called her house but her father told me she wasn't feeling well, which I believe to be a load of bull."

Sheik's crimson eyes rolled to rest on his younger cousin, pinning him with a piercing glare. "Why didn't you call me?" Link asked. Sheik's eyes narrowed minutely. "Because I knew it had something to do with you," he narrowed his eyes further, "And I prefer to yell at you in person." Link gulped.

Before he could protest or even attempt to escape, he found himself being dragged forcefully by the shoulder towards the library. "Wait, Sheik! We have-"

"A free period first," his cousin finished for him. Link inwardly groaned. 'There's no escaping this one!'

(Scene Change)

Link held his face in his hands. "I didn't mean it! It…it just came out! Now there's nothing I can do to take it back. She hates me Sheik, she hates me!" Link blubbered pitifully. Sheik sat, leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes set on the fake wood of the library table.

Link glanced up from his position of his chin resting on the table. "…Are you…here, Sheik?"

"What are you doing about the party?" Sheik blurted out rather randomly. Link wrinkled his nose. "Sheik, screw the party! We're talking about Malon here!" Link hissed. Sheik's eyes bored deeply into Link's own. "It is the deciding factor, Link: if you go to this party, you are choosing Zelda. If you do not go to the party, then you are choosing to reconcile with Malon and make amends with her."

Link's mouth gaped open. "You're making me choose between the party and Malon?" he exclaimed incredulously. Sheik nodded. "The party or Malon," he repeated. With indignation written all over his face, Link slammed his hands down on the table, alerting several timid freshman nearby. "How does the party have anything to do with Malon?"

Sheik rotated his shoulder in its socket. "You want to go to the party because Zelda asked you to. So going to this party would be choosing Zelda over Malon," he replied calmly. Link was all but calm with his reply. "What are you talking about?"

Sheik sighed and leaned forward. "You've upset Malon big time. Do you really think you can make amends with her by the end of the week? She's not some cheap floozy who can be bought over by flowers and candy alone!" Link flinched at Sheik's close-to-furious tone, looking down at the table sheepishly. "I…I wasn't thinking she was…" he mumbled.

"The party is Saturday right? If you haven't made up with Malon by then, going would be the same as saying your friends can wait or you've given up on her!" Link frowned at the table. "If you plan on making up with Malon, what kind of image do you think you are projecting if you go to that party?"

Sheik returned to his reclined position in his chair. "Do you see now why you must choose?" Link nodded numbly just as the bell for classes ending rang. "Yeah."

(Scene Change)

Malon groaned and rolled over, covering her head with her pillow. She had stayed home from school that day for the precise reason of avoiding Link. Her heart clenched and her stomach churned at the mere mention of his name. A fresh load of tears burned at her eyes, but she fought them back, refusing to bawl like a little priss.

Using her despair as fuel for the fire, Malon burst out from beneath her sheets and threw her pillow as hard as she could in a random direction, blocking out the sound of her flower vase crashing to the floor. She grabbed handfuls of her hair and tugged hard. She wasn't crazy or upset enough to pull her hair out, but she needed a bit of pain to drown out her troubles.

Exhausted after her hissy fit, the depressed red head slumped back onto her sheets, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Lolling her head to the side, she glanced at her digital clock on her bedside table. "Hmm…three thirty…They should be out now," she mumbled to herself.

Seconds later, she heard the doorbell ring, and then the heavy footsteps of her father going to answer it. She closed her eyes, not really caring who it was, and must have dosed off, because the next thing she knew she was being gently shaken awake.

Malon sat up, rubbing her eyes, then glared at the cur who had dared to awaken her. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Sh-Sheik! What are you doing here?" Embarrassed by her attire, which consisted of a green tank top and short shorts, she hid beneath her covers and peeked blushingly out at him. "I was worried about you Malon," Sheik replied, "I would've skipped school to come here earlier, but I had a test last period and I knew you'd be upset with me if I skipped it…"

Sheik glanced sheepishly at his friend as her face split into a wide grin. She whacked him playfully on the arm. "Sheik…" She shook her head, chuckling lightly. "You know, Sheik, if it weren't for you I would've kicked Link in the crotch over a thousand times by now."

Sheik grinned. "Is that a good or a bad thing?" Malon raised an eyebrow then smirked. Sheik gently eased himself onto the edge of her bed, almost as if he was afraid his own added weight would cause it to break into a thousand pieces. He glanced warily at the broken vase on the floor then returned his gaze back to Malon who was zoned out staring at his shirt.

"So," Sheik began, jerking his thumb in the direction of the broken pottery on the floor, "I'm guessing you needa blow off some steam, yes?" Malon blinked, refocusing her eyes, and glanced up into his face. "Oh hell yes!" she exclaimed.

(Scene Change)

Link held his head in his hands. "So she hates me now," he was saying to Zelda sitting beside him on her couch in the humongous lounge room in her mansion. He was explaining to her what had happened between he and Malon the other day.

Zelda crossed her arms over her chest. "What reason did she have to call me a bimbo anyway?" she scoffed. Link cleared his throat and she glared at him. "Well, you do have a boyfriend…"

Zelda rolled her eyes. "Who never talks to me, never calls. I hardly ever see him! He's boyfriend only in name."

Link raised an eyebrow. "Where is he all the time?" he asked. Zelda shrugged, twisting a golden strand of Link's hair around her finger. "Doing football stuff or whatever." She rolled her eyes. "You'd think if he bothered to get a girl, that he'd pay attention to her…"

The blonde sighed and pouted her lips. "So you see? I'm a lonely girl looking for some male companionship." Link smiled lightly.

Zelda grabbed his collar and tugged lightly. "So, have you been thinking non-stop about my party, Link?" Link frowned and looked away. "I…I don't think I'm gonna go…" Now it was her turn to frown. "Why not?"

Link sighed. "Well, my cousin Sheik brought it to my attention that I probably won't be able to make up with Malon before this weekend. And if I go to your party while she's still mad at me, that'll make things ten times worst…" Link glanced over at Zelda to see her expression.

She rolled her eyes again, glancing at her nails. "Link, you shouldn't let your friends get in the way of having some fun!" Link looked at her funny. "But they're my friends."

"Yes, not your parents. If you don't want to come to my party, it should be for your own personal reasons, not theirs."

Link opened and closed his mouth several times. It sounded so…selfish to do something like that. To forget about his friends and do whatever he wanted to do. But…the more he thought about it, the tastier it sounded.

Zelda tilted her head to the side, peering at his pensive face. "Well?" Link set her with a determined look.

"I'm going."

(End Chapter)

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