Heh Heh... Sorry i haven't written in so long.... But thing happen you know?

Please enjoy the sixth chapter!

Chapter VI: Play Date

"Sammie! Wake up!" Peach's high pitched voice echoed in my ears.

Why!? Why!? She's calling me by the nickname Falcon gave me! This is not going to be a good day.

"SAMMIE!"

I groaned. Shut up! Shut up! Let me sleep!

"You're going to be late for breakfast!"

Yes! Exactly what I wanted to do! Then I wouldn't have to see anyone!

"Leave her be," Zelda's voice quieted the tension, "she must be tired from her long trip."

Please, please, please....

"Ok, but only this time I will let her go without eating! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" Peach announced. I imagined her shaking her index finger.

Thank you Zelda! I owed her big time. I let out a sigh as I heard the bedroom door shut after they left. Why did everything go wrong when I came back? Now I have someone with a grudge against me, a man who is going to be continuously hitting on me... And who knows what else!?

I got out of bed and changed into a two piece suit that showed my stomach. Why care about being modest when you'll be staying inside all day. All day... I hope it ends that way...

I flipped through channels on the TV. Nothing good. I looked through some of Peach's magazines. What was I thinking!? Hoping to find some mechanical ads? Well it was so not worth anybody's time; ever. Zelda had nothing interesting things except an old diary from 12 years ago. I couldn't even read the handwriting. So I lay on my bed, wishing that I roomed with a boy who at least maybe had some video games.

"Sammie!" a voice called from outside the door. It wasn't Peach.

I didn't answer.

The someone started banging on the door.

I didn't want to answer.

"SAMMIE!!!" the voice belonged to a girl.

Why would I want to answer?

"SAMMIE! SAMMIE! SAMMIE!"

Why wouldn't I answer to this?

I opened the door to find the little eskimo girl, Nana. Why on earth would she be here?

"What do you want?" I allowed annoyance to enter my voice.

"We were going to go skating today, remember?" Nana looked at me with sparkling beady eyes.

"No," I lied. I didn't want to remember, but I did.

"Since we're friends now, let's go skating!"

Friends. That's what she wants to call us after just a conversation?

"Since I don't have my brother to hang out with anymore, you'll be with me!"

Time for judgement: Happiness IS more annoying than sadness.

"Pwease!!!" Nana tugged at my hand.

"Yes," I said, but then I slapped my mouth. No! I meant to say no!

But Nana was already dragging me out, into the world that I dreaded.

"Now watch me Sammie," Nana twirled in circles on her skates.

I looked down at the skates on my own feet. Pink. Why'd she give me pink out of all colors on the rainbow!?

"Now you try!" Nana winked at me.

"No," finally the right word came out!

"Why!?"

"I don't skate," I folded my arms solemnly; my final answer.

Nana grabbed my hand and dragged me along with her down a path.

"Now you will skate!" she yelled.

No way I could argue, even though I thought I had my final answer. We went down the path that curved and went down short hills. Nana had no trouble. I didn't either, kind of... We kept going until we reached a small pond. There was a figure standing at the edge...

"Marth!" Nana cried. She kicked off her skates and ran across the grass to the prince. I followed.

"My, Nana, what are you doing here?" Marth hugged the little girl.

"Sammie is taking me skating!" Nana pointed at me. I wished she didn't.

The prince looked at me and smiled an angelic smile. He walked over to me and took my hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it.

"Hello, Miss Sammie,"

I snatched my hand away. What was he thinking!? That was the cheesiest thing that ever happened to me!

"You didn't like it?" his voice was tainted with hurt.

My face grew warm. Of course I didn't like it! I in fact hated it! Marth smiled again, probably because of my reddened face.

"You're dressed modestly today, I see," he chuckled.

"Shut up!" I snapped. I'd completely forgotten the way I was dressed.

"Why, Sammie, you don't have to be so harsh," the prince teased. I pushed away a hair that had fallen in his face.

Was everybody going to call me "Sammie"!? Stupid Captain Falcon!

"C'mon Nana," I looked behind Marth, but she was gone.

"You really don't notice anything, do you?" Marth chuckled, "she got bored and went off skating."

"WHAT!? But I thought she wanted to skate with me!" The way I worded it didn't sound right.

"The little one respects her elders, and doesn't interupt their conversatons," Marth nodded.

Respect, huh? Well she didn't show any of that earlier today!

"I'm sorry I interupted your play date, but would you like to take a walk?" Marth extended his hand out to me.

No, no, no, no, no. I had to take this opportunity to get back to my room and sleep before Peach and Zelda came back. But Marth took my hand anyway without an answer. Why were people so controlling here!?

"I didn't say yes," I said solemnly.

"But you didn't say no,"

"But you should've been more patient,"

"But you would've said no," he persisted.

"A gentleman or prince should be able to take no as an answer," I was eager to continue to play his stupid game.

He said nothing more of the subject, but he didn't let go of me either.

"Tell me, do you love Captain Falcon?" his question shocking to me. The answer was so obvious.

"EW! Of course NOT!" I snatched my hand away from his and shook my head, "And don't EVER think otherwise!"

Marth looked at the ground for a moment but then looked at me with a smile.

"Of course!" he replied joyfully.

Before anything else could be said, he walked away. Gratefulness swam inside of me. I was free! Now to get back! I ran back up the path Nana and I came from. With no- The next thing I knew I was on my back. Something, or someone was on top of me.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I pushed what I found was a person off of me.

"WELL, YOU SHOULD WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" the voice was just too familiar.

Ike.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" I snapped.

Ike sat up and wiped hair out of his face. His deep blue eyes glared at me. I also sat up and glared back, waiting for an answer.

"Taking a walk," his voice was too calm.

"Whatever," we both stood up.

"How about you? Running from a man that you stripped out of your clothes in front of?" his tone was now filled with annoyance.

"SHUT UP!" I was ready to punch his... um... face.

"Yeah, yeah," he seemed to shake me off his mind, and he continued on his way.

"JERK!" I yelled.

No answer. And I wasn't going to get one.

"Sammie! I brought you meatloaf from lunch!" Peach shoved a plate into my hands.

"Your face is red again," Zelda remarked after examining my expression.

GREAT! More questions on their way, huh!?

"I'll open the windows!" Peach bounced.

Yay.

"Why did M.H. look at you last night like that?" Peach asked after returning to the coffee table.

"I have NO idea," I took a bite of the meatloaf. It was nowhere near "good".

"Oh," Peach sighed, desperate for conversation.

"Hm," Zelda smiled at me, "did you have a rough day?"

I rolled my eyes and bit out a chunk of meatloaf. Disgusting. I probably made a face because both Peach and Zelda giggled.

Yay! Sorry this was another short chapter! But hope for more!