Okay, here's the third and final chapter of my new story, (just kidding, this is like the 500th to last chapter.) Journey to High School. This'll change POV. I hope you enjoy!
Kate :)
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I yawned and blinked blearily as I woke up. After my eyes got adjusted, I looked at my surroundings. Instead of in my bed, I was on Ilia's couch. I was confused for a second, and then I remembered. I had spent the night at her house last night. We had stayed up playing Call of Duty World at War and Halo 3 with her dad (who happened to be the coolest dad ever. Come one, he plays Xbox! Most dads think an Xbox is Satan's little pet.) and I had fallen asleep. Bo called my mom and she let me stay there, so I was happy. I'm pretty sure she has a crush on Bo or something. And she loves Ilia like the daughter she never had, so she doesn't mind me going over there. Suddenly I heard a loud thud and a curse upstairs. I walked up and saw Ilia tangled up in her blankets and lying on the floor. She was cursing like a madman.
"Link! Get me out of here!" she yelled, agitated. I couldn't help but chuckle. She got furious at this and thrashed around, trying to get out of her encasement. It only got her more tangled. Finally, she fell limp and asked me for help. I grinned widely and picked up her blanket smothered form. Then I grabbed the end of the blanket and let go. She quickly unraveled and fell to the floor with a bang. I laughed out loud at this. She sat cross-legged on the floor glowering at me, her hair in a frizzy mess and her pajamas all rumpled. It was enough to make even Zant laugh. And not in insanity. Just pure, hilarious humor. She scrambled up and tackled me to the ground. Then she got up wiped her hands off, and smirked.
"Hey! I helped you!" I cried in mock outrage. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. Thanks, bud, for giving me a bruise the size of Hyrule on my side. That was extremely selfless of you. What ever can I do to repay you?" She asked sarcastically. I yawned and stretched my limbs luxuriously.
"Well, first off, I'm pretty hungry, so you could make me a double order of scrambled eggs, with some bacon and sausages. Make sure the bacon's nice and crispy, too." I ordered. She glared at me.
"How about this? You get off your lazy behind and make me some breakfast before I kick your no good arse out of here." She suggested, deadly serious. I scratched my chin and pretended to ponder it for a second. Then I shook my head.
"Nah, I think I prefer the first one. The second one is a little…violent." I finally replied. She lunged at me in less than a second. I rolled out of the way, laughing. But in the second that I closed my eyes to blink I was knocked backwards. After a couple of painful seconds, I was lying in a big heap at the bottom of the stairs, Ilia smirking over me. I groaned in pain. "I swear I'll get you for that…" I grumbled half-heartedly. To be truthful, I had deserved it, but I'd never admit that. She rolled her eyes, a grin plastered over her face.
"Whatever, Link. You know you deserved it." Wow, reading minds much? "I'm going to make breakfast now. If you don't want yours to look like a goat had a really bad case of diarrhea, then I'd suggest you stop bothering me." She patted me on the shoulder and winked before going off towards the kitchen.
"Very descriptive there, Ilia." I mumbled, even though I knew she probably couldn't hear me. I guess I was wrong, because her delicately pointed ears twitched and she laughed a high sort of tinkling laugh.
"I know, buddy. I know. Now can you help me? I'll do the cooking, but you have to do the rest." I frowned, then finally gave in and got up, grumbling. "Good boy." She reached up and patted my head. I shook her hand off with a pout. Then I heard a loud snort from somewhere upstairs followed by a "Wha…?" Bo waking up, obviously. He stumbled down the stairs, then tripped and rolled down the last few steps. I couldn't help but chuckle. What was with this family and falling? I shook my head in amusement as Bo finally dragged himself over to the table and inhaled.
"Must've been the delicious smell of bacon waking me up," he concluded, sitting down at the head of the table.
"More like your impossibly loud snores. Sooner or later it's going to wake up the culprit, too." I mumbled. Ilia snorted loudly, and Bo looked at us in confusion.
"Just a joke I heard the other day. Don't worry about it." I lied. He shrugged, happy with the answer, and laid his head on the table.
"We didn't keep him up that late…" Ilia muttered.
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Today is pretty awesome. I mean, I haven't spent some good, nice, quality time with Ilia for a while. I forgot how fun it was. Since today's Saturday we just hung out. After she kicked my arse at Mario Party about 50 times, I finally threw down my controller and suggested something a little more…thrilling. So we switched to Xbox and popped in some good ole' Halo 3. Sadly enough, I sucked at that, too. She usually hopped in a Ghost, zoomed over to where I was, (and I thought it was a pretty good hiding place, too, but obviously it wasn't) and stabbed me in the back with a beam sword. Come on! I gave her some time to laugh at me before a picked her up, slung her over my shoulder, and deposited her outside.
"We're doing something else." I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. She stuck out her tongue at me as she pushed herself up.
"You're just a sore loser. It's not my fault you suck at video games." She complained grumpily. I huffed.
"I do not---" I started to say, but she cut me off.
"Yes, you do. You suck terribly. It's just a sad and simple fact of life." I glared at her.
"I hate you." I muttered. She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. What do you want to do?" she asked, irritated. I brightened reasonably. I looked over to the stream and small pond that ran through Ordon and grinned wickedly. It was pretty hot outside…Ilia screamed as I grabbed her and ran full speed towards the pond behind Talo and Malo's house. Then I dove in, still holding onto her, yelling, "Water fight!"
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POV CHANGEWater fighting was the main thing the children and teenagers of Ordon did on a hot day. As soon as the children, who were doing various things, heard Link's bellow they all dashed towards their favorite pond, where Link had already dunked Ilia, officially starting a full-fledged water war. She swam after him as the rest of the kids jumped in and attacked them. Beth was sitting on the edge looking at them in disgust because they were acting so immature. She gazed at her new check of $250 that she had gotten from selling a picture to Hylian Wonders. Designer clothes, here she came.
After a good amount of splashing, dunking, and cuccoo fights, (A/N: Pretty much chicken fights, except for everything chicken has been changed to cuccoo.) the town kids finally emerged from the pond, their clothes thoroughly soaked. Link shook his head to get the water out of his hair.
"You remind me so much of a dog when you do that, you know?" Ilia commented to him. He froze. No, of course she couldn't know. She just said that he reminded her of a dog. Okay, it's okay, she doesn't know. He relaxed.
"Coolio. It's pretty efficient. You should try it sometime." He told her. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Yeah, and look like a total retard. Okay, I will try it." She said sarcastically.
"But I do it, so it's officially a new trend. Everyone with think you're awesome."
"Link, just because you do something, it doesn't mean everyone's going to copy you. Not all of us are that obsessed. Well, unless you're one of those three fan girls…" she trailed off. He nodded sadly.
"Yeah…oh shiznaz!" he suddenly yelled, startling everyone around him.
"Who died?" Ilia asked after she got over the initial shock of the outburst.
"I have to go to that stupid date thing with Marissa in like 3 hours!" he wailed. Ilia grinned.
"It's okay. I'll help you get ready. Then you can start the 2 hour journey to Castle Town." She grabbed his arm and dragged him over to his house. He kept whimpering, "I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go…" She yanked on his arm.
"Shut up! Goddesses, just go and get it over with. Be a man and tell her she's annoying and you don't want to go out with her. She's not going to eat you alive, okay?"
"Okay," he blubbered. When they finally got to Link's foster house a middle-aged woman with graying brown hair, little beady eyes, and a sharp, pointed nose answered the door.
"What do you want?" she yelled at them, irritated. When she saw Ilia her face softened.
"Oh, it's you dear. Come on in." She ushered them inside and shut the door behind them. "So, Ilia honey, you haven't visited in a while. Why not?" she asked. Ilia looked stuck.
"Uh…I uh…I've been busy. Really busy." She finally managed to stutter out. Link's foster mom creeped the crap out of her.
"With what, dear?" the lady sort of commanded.
"Um…school and…stuff. I've had a lot of homework and projects."
"Oh…okay." The woman finally decided. "Come and sit down. I'll bring you some tea." She started to walk off but Link cut in.
"Um, Mom? I have to go somewhere soon, and Ilia's helping me get ready. Maybe you guys can finish this later?" he suggested, waiting for his mom to explode. Instead, she just narrowed her eyes at him.
"Okay…but don't be too long." She said, almost menacingly.
"Thanks!" they both spoke in unison before they ran as quickly as they could upstairs. They slammed the door in his room shut and locked it behind them.
"You know that movie we watched on Halloween in second grade? About that crazy old witch who invited lost children to spend the night at her house and then when they fell asleep she'd kill them and use their bones as a gate? You mom is suspiciously like that witch. I have a creepy feeling that she's going to do that to me someday." Ilia commented to him while a shiver ran up her spine.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Or maybe Hansel and Gretl. She always looks like she's going to shove you in an oven when you aren't looking." Ilia nodded. Then she let out a long breath.
"Okay. Forget about Satan's spawn that's downstairs. Let's just focus on getting you ready." She told him, walking over to his closet. She then immediately started sifting through it, trying to find something decent for him to wear. "First off, Link, go take a shower or something. You smell like pond water." He shrugged, walked into the bathroom that was connected to his door, and turned on the water. A few seconds later she heard a loud thud and some extremely vulgar curses. She sighed and went in to check on him. He was sprawled on the floor, only wearing his jeans. Ilia leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, smirking.
"What did you do now?" she asked in a bored tone. He glared at her.
"Well, I was doing exactly as you suggested, and I reached in to pull up the shower switch so I could get in, when I slipped on some water that had leaked. And gods, that is really frickin painful." He growled through clenched teeth, rubbing his back. Ilia couldn't help but laugh. Typical Link to slip and fall before even getting in the shower.
"Just try not to paralyze yourself before the hour is up, okay?" she told him before she turned around and walked back to finish her work. After about ten minutes she finally found something for him to wear. She heard the shower shutting off and then a bang. Not again. Then she heard another smash and a "Oh, crap." She decided not to go in since Link probably wasn't wearing anything at the moment. A few seconds passed and Link came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, pretending like nothing happened. She shrugged, deciding to go along with it, but she couldn't help but notice that above the toilet in the bathroom there was a large hole, and there was bits of plaster stuck to Link's still damp fist. She sighed and tossed the clothes she had found to him.
"Put these on, Mr. Temperamental." He looked at them for a second then turned around and walked back into the bathroom. After a couple of minutes and he didn't come out, she decided to check on him. He was standing in front of the mirror and clumsily struggling to get the buttons on his shirt to button up. He had already smashed a couple of his mom's tiny little glass dolls she set on all the counters. Ilia gave an exasperated sigh and walked over to him. The buttons were extremely tiny and Link could barely hold them with his large hands. She, on the other hand, had tiny, nimble fingers. In a matter of seconds, his shirt was completely fastened up.
"How do you do that?" he asked, incredulous. "I couldn't even get one!" she held up her hands.
"It's called small fingers."
"Oh. Well, I think this looks okay…but it doesn't look like me." He checked himself out in the mirror. He was wearing long black dress pants and a starched white polo.
"Well, they're your clothes." She stated the obvious.
"I know, but technically they're not mine. My mom bought these pants for me like a year ago. I never wore them because one, I hate dress pants, and two, they were huge on me. They fit me now, but I still don't like them." He grumbled. Ilia rolled her eyes.
"Get over it. Now, for your hair…I don't even have to say anything for that." She grabbed a towel off the rack and rubbed his hair until it was almost completely dry. Then she took a bristled brush and ran it through his locks until it was untangled. After that, she picked up a comb and smoothed it back until it was perfect. She wiped off her hands.
"My work here is done. Now go to that date and tell Marissa she needs to get a life." She ushered him to the door. Instead, though, Link left out through the window. He really didn't want to talk to his mom right now. Ilia soon followed. After Link had grabbed Epona and left, Ilia went back home and settled down on her couch with some popcorn and a screen in front of her, showing the Hylian Wonders Café. She had called Telma last night asking her to set up a camera at the café. After she told the motherly bartender why, Telma had immediately agreed for her own personal entertainment. Now she had live broadcasting of the café, exactly where Link and Marissa would be sitting. This should be fun…
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So, that's the third chapter. I know I'm mean, but I should have The Date posted in a couple of days. I felt like leaving you on a cliffhanger. So…until then…
Kate :)