**This is a really, really short one. I don't know why I wrote it, but I wrote it very late the day before a huge math assignment was do. I could've been doing that instead, but screw radical fractions : ). More WalGi, enjoy! **
The sun was setting, the air was warm, and the fields were open and bare - save the two of them and a large tree that they were sitting under.
"It feels nice, to escape the city and its prying eyes." One said, mindlessly wrapping his arm around the other.
"Agreed," the other said, "I enjoy this peace and quiet."
The couple remained silent for another hour, the sun chased away by stars that began laughing at it in the sky.
"L-Luigi," one began, turning towards said other and swallowing nervously, "I - I want to ask you something."
Luigi's eyes didn't move from the sky, "What is it?"
"Well, um, we've been going out for a while now..."
"Yes."
"...it's gotten to the point where I can't stand being separated from you every night."
Luigi gave a small laugh before staring at the grass, "Waluigi, you're asking me to move in, aren't you?"
The taller seemed baffled by Luigi's quickly gain idea, but continued on smoothly, "In a sense..." he sighed, pulling up some grass in aggravation, "...Luigi." He finally reached over, pulling the head of the other so they could face each other.
"Will you..."
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"...go on a date? W-with me?"
A tall, red-headed teenage boy leaned against the wall of a high school, glaring at the shorter before replying, "Are you high?"
An embarrassed blush covered the brown haired boy's face instantly, "N-n-no! I - I just..."
"Listen, Eyeballs, I'm glad for the offer but I don't think I'll take it right now - because this is our last week of high school and I don't want to leave everyone thinking I'm curved."
"I - I was just asking..." the shorter looked down, kicking the gravel disappointedly, "...I- I sorta had this crush on you for a while now..."
Silence.
"Luigi?"
"Y-Y-yes?"
Waluigi brought his head up so they were face to face, smiling as he said, "Saturday good?"
"Y-yea! That's a perfect day! We could..."
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"...play house!"
A young, eight year old boy frowned at a girl a year younger than him, "But Daisy, I don't like that game..."
The red-haired, orange dressed girl crossed her arms and stuck her bottom lip out, "But I wanna play it!"
"Sorry," Luigi sighed, "I don't like to-"
"Hey, Waluigi! 'Mere!" Daisy yelled across the yard to a ten year old, frowning at the grass before looking up to see who called for him. He soon got up and walked over, crossing his arms and acting intimidating.
"What do you want?" he snapped when he got closer.
Daisy smiled, "Luigi won't play with me, so I'm asking you to make him."
Waluigi snorted, "Yeah?" he looked at Luigi, heart speeding up the slightest bit, "He's not gonna play unless you get something he likes in there."
"Fine!" Daisy spat before her eyes lit up with an idea, "I know! Why don't you play with us? And you and Luigi are the husband and wife?"
Luigi blinked at her, "Wait, two boys can be like our parents?"
Daisy nodded while Waluigi grimaced at her in disgust. Why today, of all days, when his best friend decided he was going to crack down and beat up a boy who liked guys?
"No thanks," Waluigi began walking away, "I'm fine."
"What are you, a baby?" Daisy called after him.
"Nope, just don't feel like it!" Waluigi replied while plopping back down on the grass.
"Fine, sit there and be bored to death!" Daisy spat back, slowly turning back to Luigi, "You're going to play with me now, right?"
"Uh…"
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"…yes, I will..." Luigi's eyes were wide with joy and anticipation.
Waluigi could only smile back down at him, glad he agreed to the task. "So, when do you want this wedding?"
With an embrace surrounding him, Luigi giggled before he replied, "Saturday."
"Alright. Who do you want to invite?"
"Daisy," the name didn't even take any thought, "She'd be happy to see us getting married."
Waluigi began laughing, "She's not gonna be our maid, is she?" he stopped to ask.
Luigi shook his head, "No, she'll be fine not seeing us make-out every day."
After that sentence, an orange dressed princess silently back away from the tree, heart still pounding from excitement and now having a dire reason to go home and call some people.