A/N: Hello! I'm back, but with a different chapter. Last chapter, I said I'd do "Somebody That I Used to Know", but it never happened. I am going to do that chapter, but Wolfdude has promised to help me with that chapter. So hold your horses.
Wolfdude: With cookies?
FE: Yes, of course.
Wolfdude: Yes!
FE: Anyways, this chapter is another one of my favorite songs. It's Ed Sheeran's "You Need Me, I Don't Need You". It will be sung by none other than Roy! And better yet, I hope you guys read and review!
Enjoy!
Chapter Three: You Need Me, I Don't Need You
"Roy, can you please tell me why I agreed to help you?" Marth said, tuning his trusty guitar, Felix.
"Because I want to try and win someone's heart. If I show her I can sing, and amaze her, maybe then she'll love me!" Roy grinned. "Great plan, huh?"
"Uh-huh." Marth rolled his eyes to the sky. "And can you tell me who this lucky mystery girl is?"
Roy practically shone with pride. "Why, Sasha of course!"
Marth's jaw dropped. "Roy!"
Roy looked shocked at his outburst. "What?"
"She's MY girlfriend!"
"Oh," Roy looked crestfallen. After a few moments, he brightened again. "Well, no harsh feelings, right bro? If she leaves you- what she most likely will do after she sees my awesomeness- then we'll still be buds, right?" Marth gritted his teeth.
"Roy, if she leaves me, then that means I have the right to kill you mercilessly."
Roy shrugged. "Whatever you say, buddy. Now, come on! Start play'in!" Marth fumed silently, but consented in starting to play.
"Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd-"
"Yeah, if he could even attract a crowd." Marth grumbled.
"-That's new now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
And I can't, no, I won't hush
I'll say the words that make you blush
I'm gonna sing this now (ow ow)…"
Marth heaved a sigh as he continued to play. He knew Sasha would come around today, it was their anniversary, and they had a day planned out today. He just wished Roy wasn't so… stupid, that's all.
"See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is
I'm glue, I stick to other artists-"
'Yes you are, considering this is MY song I'm letting you sing' Marth thought.
"I'm not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me-"
'LIAR!'
"-I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
'Cause you need me, Man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you-"
Marth accidentally missed a chord, and Roy threw him a dark look. Marth smiled unapologetically back at him, and concentrated on his guitar playing.
"-You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you at all
You need me,-"
Roy was so into the song that he conveniently closed his eyes right as the door opened. A stunning figure paused in the doorway. Sasha studied the scene, her eyes briefly pausing on the shirtless boy dancing in the middle of the room. She smiled as her eyes fell upon her lover, who returned her smile with warmth. She raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged, lost for words as well. She turned and gestured.
Quietly, others began to appear behind her, many holding cameras and video recorders. She shook silently with open mirth upon her face as Roy threw his shirt off. He still did not notice her, for his eyes were still closed.
"-I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell (Marth and Sasha, along with the others, rolled their eyes)
Call yourself a singer-writer you're just bluffing
Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School-"
'That's because you're Japanese' everyone thought.
"-I came fast with the way OI act, right
I can' last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe
And I won't be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I'm meditating-"
"Does this mean that he meditates shirtless?" Sasha inquired of no one in particular.
"-Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me-"
"Hehehehe!" Wario giggled gleefully as he focused the video camera.
"-A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi
'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
You need me-"
Sasha crossed the room, barely avoiding the frantically dancing Roy. She sat next to Marth, and rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes still trained on Roy. "I think he's crazy." She whispered, smiling.
Marth opened an eye and nodded. "So do I." She giggled.
"'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't stop till my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
Because I'm young and all my brother's gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper (Sasha smiled at her boyfriend for the exact description of herself.)
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
The game's over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that I'm bound to blow up-"
"Literally, he will." Peach giggled and nudged Link.
"That's probably his inner pyromaniac coming out." He said.
"-I've done around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch-"
"That's why he's still here." Marth whispered to Sasha. Tears of laughter ran down her cheeks as she pointed at Roy.
"Look." Marth looked, and almost dropped Felix. Roy had taken to dancing in only his silk boxers. His pants and shirt lay crumpled in the corner. Marth began to shake with laughter, but managed to continue playing.
"-So you can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out
(Wow)
From day one, I've been prepared
With voble wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
'Cause it's another day
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rapper's shoes using new laces
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache (Mario and Luigi scratched at their mustaches, self-conscious)
I hit back when the pen hurts me
I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as a year ago
But more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke-"
"That's why he's on the couch." Marth murmured. Sasha smacked him upside the head, earning an "ow" from the blunette.
"-Never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator
Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you, it's all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don't need you, it's all
You need me, man, I don't need you."
Silence rang out as Marth finished playing and Roy was finally still. Then,, slowly, Roy opened his eyes to find, not only the girl he constantly fawned over, (to Marth's and Sasha's discomfort), but the whole of Smash mansion laughing their asses off at him. Even Master Hand was rolling on the floor.
Turning, Roy found both Marth and Sasha chortling. Angered, he pointed an accusing finger at Marth. "You! You knew she was coming, didn't you?"
Feigning innocence, Marth shook his head. "No, I did not. She arrived early. I swear."
Sasha grinned. "It's true." Enraged at their acts of innocence, Roy leaped at Marth. Dropping Felix, Marth reflexively dodged, giving Roy a stunning blow to the head. Roy dropped back, the lunged again. Dodging once more, Marth glanced at Sasha. "This will only take a minute, love. Then we ca go."
She nodded. "Be nice."
"I make no promises."
The Smashers encircled the brawl. "Ooh, TWO videos for YouTube!" Wario just about bounced with glee. "Roy singing and dancing practically nude, and Marth beating the crap out of Roy afterwards!" All laughed, and all was happy.
Sasha sighed and picked up Marth's dropped guitar. "Boys," she muttered. "Can't hate them, can't live without them." She smiled faintly and began to strum a light tune.
A/N: HOORAY! I finished! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and now I guess Wolfdude16 and ShadowRose will stop bugging me.
Yes, I do love Roy, but lately, my infatuation with Marth has overruled that. I still care about Roy, but I realized, A: My favorite color is blue. B: Marth is cute. C: Put them together, and FE is happy.
LOL, so please review with any requests you may have, and I will try to get them done, okay? Love you all, Ciao!
~FERS
Wolfdude: I would just like to say, I think Sheeran sings way too fast. This is WD signing off. Peace!