Disclaimer: I do not and never will own the characters of The Legend of Zelda. Nor will I ever own Nintendo. Damn it.

THE DAYS IN FEBRUARY
by Cappucinno

o7. Italian food

Zelda had seen it coming. There was no way that it could be avoided, seeing as they lived in the same apartment complex. Still, to knock on Malon's apartment door bringing the Italian take-out she asked for and seeing Link at the door… it was a little much.

"Zelda?" The surprise on his face was obvious, blue-eyes going wide as he stood in the entryway. Zelda was doing little better, staring up at the man with her jaw hanging a little looser than usual.

"Oh," Link smacked himself in the head and took a step back to let her in, casually turning back over his shoulder. "Hey, Malon! Zelda is here!"

"Zelda?" Before Zelda could even fully register that yes, that was a shirtless Link answering the door, she was greeted by her blonde friend in an immediate hug. She returned the hug tentatively, pointing awkwardly at the blonde.

"Umm, he—" Malon rolled her eyes and waved Link off.

"Yeah, I know. He has this bad habit of being devastatingly gorgeous." Malon sighed and turned to her roommate. "Get a shirt on."

"Shirt. Right." Link made an about-face, moving mechanically towards his room and Zelda breathed a sigh of relief as his god-like body disappeared.

"Thank, Malon." She breathed, immediately freezing at the devious look on her friend's face. Her cheeks made a rapid turn for crimson as she stared up at her friend, trying and failing to look innocent. "What?"

A slow grin crept over Malon's face, one that Zelda didn't like in the least.

"You liiiike him," Malon chorused in a sing-song matter. "Ooh, Zelda, you liiike him…"

"I do not." The blonde rolled her eyes as she set the food down on the table, turning to attempt to silence her friend's mindless chanting of 'You liiiike him…' with a Class-A glare. "Malon, shut up. I do not like—"

"What don't you like?" There was Link, looking innocent as ever with a black button shit on that was looking decidedly unbuttoned. Oh god.

"I-I…" Link raised a brow curiously as the blonde developed a sudden stutter. "Umm. I… you…"

"Link." Malon sent him an annoyed glance. "Shirt. Button. Now."

Link sighed in a melodramatic manner before complying with the order and buttoning up his shirt in a nonplussed manner. Zelda would even go so far as to say he looked pouty.

But at least she was suddenly able to breathe again.

"Really, Malon." The man complained as he served up the spaghetti. "You ruin all of my fun."

"Link, your body is lethal. It should be illegal." Zelda stared at her friend in a rather scandalized manner, not quite believing that this was the same sweet innocent Malon that she'd gone to high school with. Malon shrugged. "What? You know it's true, Zelda."

"What? It is not." The blonde huffed indignantly, going stock-still as a muscular arm slid over her shoulders and Link's breath fanned over her neck.

"So, if I just…" Link began suggestively, an amused smirk curling at his lips as he deftly undid the top buttons of his shirt. Zelda's face turned crimson and he pretended not to notice her obvious distress. "Hmm. Well, it's certainly nice to see a girl who doesn't gawk over me," He mused. "But I must be losing my touch."

"Uh-huh." Zelda swallowed nervously, sitting on her hands to prevent them from roaming all over the blonde's chest. She managed to regain some semblance of self-control and she elbowed the blonde off her, stubbornly refusing to look at him. "Yeah, don't touch me."

Malon merely looked amused and began to lay down the beginnings of her devious plan. "So, are you guys busy at all tomorrow? Zelda, I know you have absolutely no life, but Link?"

"Well, Veronica was going to come over, since you'll be out with Shane, but she's still all clingy and whiny from the whole one-night stand deal. So, no." The blonde mused, as he and Malon both exchanged a glance. "What's up?"

"Well, I was thinking that we'd all run down to the movie theater and then go out for a bite to eat." Malon suggested, though the way in which it was presented made it sound suspiciously like there was no choice but to accept.

"I'm game." Link said, raising an eyebrow at Zelda who sighed and grudgingly nodded her assent.

"So Link, does Zelda have your number? Because my cell phone is dead and my charger is god-knows-where, and well…"

A/N: Unfortunately this chapter is both shorter than the others and took a horrendously long time to put up. I apologize of rthe inconsistency, but school just started back up about a month ago, so I'm still trying to keep my head above water. To make up for this I'll write in a few three-day chapters in the near future, expect another update from me within the next month, okay guys?

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Cappucinno