Yes, it has been a VERY long time since I've even touched this site! Sorry but life out here is good! XD

Anyways, I'm back to writing!

"Ohh Sammie!"

That annoying high-pitched voice is back to haunt me in my dreams.

"Sammie! Zelda and I bought a dress for you!"

Maybe if I just lay still she'll think I'm dead.

"Get up Sammie, you can't hide from the masquerade!"

I groaned and sat up, eyeing her with the nastiest glare that I could make up.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOU WANT TO GO EITHER YOU HYPOCRITE! YOU HAVE TO GO WITH WARIO AND ZELDA WITH YOSHI!" I snapped at her angrily.

Peach ignored my aggressiveness and wagged her index finger infront of my face, "You don't get it do you? This is a masquerade dance where you hide who you really are! Zelda and I always get away with our boyfriends because M.H. can't ever tell the difference!"

I folded my arms tightly across my chest and laid back down, "Well then I'm going as that invisible person who doesn't show up!"

Peach grabbed my arm and tugged me off the bed, "Stop being a such a smart-ass and do something for once!"

I winced as the floor struck my behind and Zelda nodded in agreement with Peach.

"You're so antisocial, it's not good for your health," that mild princess sipped her tea inbetween sentences, "There is going to be a brawl held for anyone attending,"

That caught my attention. FINALLY. M.H. FINALLY decides to do something interesting! I stood up solemnly and rubbed the side of my hip and I said the words I never thought I'd say for anything, "Where's my dress?"

I shifted uncomfortably in the slim navy blue strapless dress. It was too tight, hugging my body down to my mid thigh where it ended. I could not imagine ever feeling more sick than I ever did before as I glanced at my relfection in the mirror. I looked like one of those good-for-nothing women who did things for amounts of money. Yes, I looked like a whore.

And now, a clown. Peach insisted on appyling make-up all over my face as Zelda took down my hair and curled my golden hair. All the while I was grumbling to them ungratefully.

"Marth is going to LOVE you!" Peach sang happily.

Whatever.

"Falcon will be jealous," Zelda continued on.

Who cares? As long as I get to kick his ass in the brawl.

Peach suddenly gasped in delight, "Oh! Imagine if Mario got jealous and fought for my love in the brawl! That'd be SO ROMANTIC!"

Zelda nodded in agreement, "And we can watch them show off,"

"Maybe they'll take off their shirts and show off their abs!" Peach squealed.

Hm, Ike has nicely toned biceps. I bet he has-...WHAT AM I THINKING!

Peached dabbed the last bit of- (blush?) on my cheek, "Jeez! You always turn red when we talk about the guys! There's definately someone you like, I KNOW IT!"

"There's no one to like," I stated, " They're all useless no-brainers."

Peach and Zelda exchanged secretive glances as we left the room.

The dining room was jam-packed with everyone and food and music and blinking disco lights in th dark. It looked almost like a club. I pressed my plain white mask against my face, again. Hopefully this event would pass by quickly.

Peach and Zelda quickly deserted me and found their boyfriends who were wearing black masks in contrast with the girls' white masks. I found my way to the bar section and grabbed a beer. As I sat down in one of the chairs, I caught Captain Falcon walk right past me unmasked. Suddenly I was grateful for the dress and my curled hair, anybody would know I would be caught dead in this.

I sipped down my drink, now relaxed. I should wear this more often and get away with no one recognizing me. And I ordered something stronger, deciding to celebrate my now proclaimed freedom from the horror I faced at this party. I chugged down on three shots, only before the fourth I realized this was a mistake. A fogginess began to overtake my mind and I forgot every feeling except for drugged joy.

I got up and walked (and stumbled a few times) into the middle of the dance floor. I felt the eyes but my mind pushed it away as I slid the mask off my face and tossed it over the crowd of people. That's when everyone backed away to form a circle around me, already expecting something, cheering.

And my body moved in ways I never felt it move before. No one took their eyes off me, I don't even know if they recognized me.

It was only when I felt my dress ride up my thighs that the crowd stirred and yelled louder. Behind me someone's hands, large rough hands, moved over my thighs and pulled the dress down. My lips curled into a smirk, I had liked this touch. I turned and found myself facing a masked shape of a man; I moved my body against his, now we were dancing, together.

Mmmm.

His lips are everywhere, dazzling me with their magic.

His tongue is hot in every spot and angle it touches.

His hands massaging my thighs and breast.

His bare body fitting perfectly into mine.

Yep, this is how I have ended this chapter! I will try to update again soon!