"You said you never met one girl who had as many James Taylor records as you, but I do.
We tell stories and you don't know why I'm coming off a little shy, but I do"

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I inhale deeply, allowing the air to fill my lungs, feeling its warmth spread through my body. But suddenly something unusual catches my attention. That smell… Saria never makes pancakes! I sit up in my bed, rubbing my sleepy eyes. I glance around me, trying to wake myself up. I sigh, pulling myself away from the comfort of my bed, and find myself walking unintentionally towards the kitchen. As I push my bedroom door open I'm hit with the smell of a freshly baked batch of pancakes. I look around the kitchen, Zelda stands in front of the stove, frying pan in hand, she uses a fish slice to lay another pancake onto the stack. Saria makes her way around the table, pouring orange juice into three tall glasses.

Zelda turns to look at me, smiling brightly. "Good morning Link!" She says, laying the pancake stacked plate down on the table. "Do you want breakfast?"

"You made pancakes?" I ask.

"Yeah!" She grins, taking a seat at the table. "You gave me a place to stay when… you know… it was the least I could do!"

I smile, making my way into the kitchen area and settling at the table, helping myself to a butter dribbled pancake. Saria giggles as she takes her own seat at the table.

"So," I mumble, my mouth full of warm, delicious pancakes. "Have you had any thoughts about Midna and Sheik?"

She sighs, stabbing at her breakfast. "Ok… maybe I over reacted. But I'm still not happy about it."

"Wait what?" Saria asks, swallowing her mouthful.

"It's a long story," I cut in, saving Zelda any embarrassment.

But my efforts come to no avail, as Zelda puts on a sarcastic smile. "Oh? Didn't you hear? Sheik and Midna have been hooking up behind my back for six months now!"

"WHAT?" Saria exclaims.

"Zelda, you're making it seem worse than it is. It's not just sexual, they're in love," I say, looking at Saria.

Zelda just laughs. "Yeah now, but it still was at one point just sex!"

Saria grimaces, "You know… suddenly I'm not so hungry!"

I sigh, "I'm just saying, it's not really their-" but before I can finish my sentence there's a loud knock at the door. "Excuse me," I mutter, putting down my knife and fork.

Zelda rolls her eyes as I get to my feet and make my way over to the door, still just wearing my green tracksuits and plain white t-shirt that I use as pyjamas. As I pull the front door open I find Sheik and Midna stood on the other side, looking a little guilty.

"Hey," Sheik mumbles, "Is Zelda still here?"

I step aside, inviting them in. They both solemnly enter, turning to look at Zelda. She puts down her fork, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, giving them her worst scowl.

Sheik looks at Midna awkwardly and she nods, turning back to Zelda. "We're really sorry we didn't tell you about… us…"

Zelda doesn't even say anything, just stares at them, her azure eyes narrowed, lips curled into a tight grimace, waiting for more.

Sheik sighs, knuckling under. "We weren't thinking straight, we didn't realise that us hiding the truth might upset you."

Zelda climbs to her feet, her eyes not leaving them as she walks in circles around them like an eagle swooping in on its prey. They wait in eager, nervous, anticipating silence.

Eventually Zelda stops in front of them, letting out a loud dramatic sigh. "Although you were in the wrong…" She begins, still eyeing them suspiciously, "I'm willing to admit I over reacted." Midna breathes a sigh of relief, but Zelda isn't finished. "And although I'm not happy about the idea, I guess I can learn to tolerate the two of you being together."

Sheik and Midna grin at each other, clearly relieved. "Thank you Zelda!" Midna gushes.

But Zelda's lip is still set firm, "But that doesn't mean it's all ok! I'm still mad at you for hiding this from me for so long AND for locking me out of my own apartment!"

"Yes, I know… I'm really sorry Zel! But thank you, I hated arguing with you!" She runs up to Zelda, wrapping her up in a tight hug.

At first Zelda resists, but eventually she hugs Midna back. "I hated arguing with you too!"

I feel myself smiling as I watch the two best friends hugging again.

Sheik grins, standing next to me, as the two of them break apart he begins to speak. "I know this is kind of a moral grey area… your brother and your best friend, but… y'know…"

Zelda sighs, rolling her eyes sarcastically a little, "Yeah, I know, I'm gonna have to learn to live with it. You never know, maybe I'll grow to like the two of you together," Midna grins widely, her hands clasped in front of her, but Zelda sharply inhales. "Maybe…"

"Right," Saria says, jumping to her feet. "Is anyone else in the mood for pancakes?"

"I'd better get to work," Zelda says. "That kindergarten class won't teach itself! Finger painting today, I guarantee you my clothes will not be this clean when I come home!"

Sheik laughs, "How about we all go out for a beer tonight? My treat?"

"If you're paying, I'm in!" I say, grinning.

"Go on then," Zelda says, laughing.

"Five beers! Sheik announces, laying the bottles out on the wooden table top and helping himself to one. We all sit around a booth in Telma's bar, the atmosphere in here is loud and cheerful. Groups of people sit in their own booths or at the bar, sipping drinks, gulping beers, or downing shots. A jukebox sits in one corner of the bar by the men's room, a smooth track underlying the chatter and laughter of people out having a good time.

"Wow, this takes me back!" Saria says, looking around, a wide smile on her face.

"How so?" I ask, popping the cap off one of the beer bottles and taking a gulp.

She looks down at the table top, looking a little embarrassed. "Ok, well, you might not believe this, but back in high school I was… somewhat of a rebel…"

"A rebel?" Midna asks, frowning. "How do you mean?"

"Me and my friend used to sneak into bars and get completely… utterly… drunk out of our minds." I burst out laughing, and she blushes violently, "Don't judge me! But back in high school I was the rebel girl, I died my hair black and got my nose pierced… good thing that grew through!"

"Come on then, tell us more!" I say, taking a gulp from my bottle of beer.

"Ok, so there was this girl in my high school, I think if I met her now I'd think her lovely, but being who I was… I thought she was stuck up, she always got great grades and she was so pretty and all the boys loved her. So one time after gym class me and my friends stole her school skirt… she had to walk around all day wearing her tights and baggy PE shorts!"

"Aww Saria! You were really mean!" Zelda whines.

"I know, I know! I feel terrible about it now! Come on, tell me you were perfect in high school!"

Midna laughs aloud. "Well I hate to burst your bubble, but Zelda was our equivalent the your popular, pretty, smart girl you used to torment!"

"No way!" Saria laughs.

"Yes way!" Midna responds, her blood red eyes twinkling.

"How about you?" Saria asks, watching Midna carefully. "What were you like in high school?"

Midna rolls her eyes, "I was the loner girl, everyone knew who she was but barely anyone was friends with her, Zelda was pretty much my only friend… I used to hide in the art room every lunch."

"Oh Midna…" I say, giving her a pitiful look.

"Yeah, don't feel bad. Let me guess… you were the dashing, handsome captain of the football team who all the girls loved?"

"Well… I hate to brag but… there was quite a few lovely ladies…" I raise one eyebrow cockily, giving her a crooked smile.

Saria sighs, "So, of the 'quite a few girls' you picked Ruto?"

"Oh goddess…" I mutter.

"Ruto?" Sheik questions, "This sounds like a good story!"

"It's not a good story!" I protest. "We dated in high school, stayed together for a little while after Saria moved in, she got really creepy and obsessive and didn't like me living with Saria, so I broke up with her, end of story!"

"Oh…" Zelda mutters, sounding a little disappointed. "You ruined it! I'm in the mood for a funny story now!"

I grin, "I've got a good story!"

"Dude, no!" Sheik protests, giving me a warning look.

"So as you know, Sheik and I went to football camp together, we were best friends for the whole summer, and there was this guy there, his name was Groose. He was huge! Like really muscular, and Sheik didn't like this guys hair…"

"He had a pompadour!" Sheik protests.

"So," I continue, "Sheik used to always make jokes about his hair. One day, Groose had enough of it, so he borrowed a jump rope off a cheerleader who was staying at the camp and tied Sheik to the bleachers!"

Zelda's eyes are wide in shock and Midna is cackling with laughter, Saria softly giggles into her drink while Sheik gives me evils. "I want food," He says, completely ignoring my story. "I'm getting garlic fries, I'll get some for everyone, Link, you can help me!"

And with that he grabs me by the wrist and wrenches me to my feet, dragging me over to the bar, I look back at the booth, giving Zelda a desperate look, but she just shrugs.

"Dude!" Sheik hisses as I take a seat on the bar stool. He turns to the bartender, holding out his debit card. "Five garlic fries," he says casually, before turning back to me.

I shrug, "I'm only messing around, it's ok Sheik!"

He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head forward a little as we speak. "Ok, if we're just messing around, then you won't mind me telling everyone about what happened to you under the stands…"

"DUDE!"

He gives me a sly grin, leaning back against the bar. I sigh, settling on the stool to make myself more comfortable. "So, how was high school life for Zelda?"

Sheik shrugs, "Popular, clever, most of my mates fancied her even though she was two years younger!"

"Wow!" I say, watching as Zelda laughs as something Midna says, flicking her long blonde hair, and I can't help but smile. "So, did she have a boyfriend?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

Sheik settles in his chair. "Ok Link, I'm going to level with you. Zelda, Midna, and I love hanging out with you and Saria, I reckon this will become a long term thing so I think there's something you should know."

I frown, leaning in a little closer, what is he talking about?

He sighs. "In high school Zelda was with this guy called Ganon. He was… the bad boy of the school, always getting in trouble, skipping school, Zelda didn't do any of it of course, but… he was bad for her."

"What happened?" I ask, a frown buried deep in my brow.

He sighs, and suddenly I can see the grey circles under his eyes. "Before long, Ganon was taking her out to parties, showing her off to all his scummy mates, they liked to take the mick out of her, they… played with her…"

I feel my mouth hanging open in shock, Zelda seemed so sweet, I never imagined something like that in her past.

"Then he began standing her up, she caught him with other girls, he hurt her, they broke up, he apologised and she took him back, then her hurt her again, and the whole loop started again."

I swallow hard, trying not to think of Zelda crying over this guy. "So, then what?" I ask.

"It continued for about five years, on and off, the one day I can home and found her crying with… with… bruises on her wrists and a black eye…" He runs his fingers through his long blonde hair, pushing it back from his eyes. "So she told him they were finished, we packed up and moved to a new city so she couldn't relapse, and that was the last we heard of him."

"Five orders of Garlic fries mate," Says the bartender, laying the dishes down on the bar. I swallow hard as I stare at the blonde haired girl sat at the table, poor poor Zelda…