"Ugh..." I groaned at the impulsive pain in my head and opened my eyes. At first, everything was a blur, but the image fixed as I sat up.

I was in a room. Not my room. On a bed. Stripped down to my birthday suit. I thrashed for the blanket beside me and covered myself up, rolling off the bed with a loud thump. After laying there on the hard floor for a few moments I got up and sat on the edge of the mattress. Even though I was alone, and even though I couldn't remember anyithing, it was so obvious what I had done.

Fumbling for my dress and pulling it over my body, I cussed myself out. Why would I do this? Who was the guy? Wait. No, I don't want to know. EVER. If I ever get a hint of the bastard who took advantage of me I will seriously beat the living hell out of him! THE NERVE!

I slammed the door behind me as I strided out back to my room. I prayed to everything that those princesses wouldn't be there to shoot my headache to the migraine that was promising to happen.

But, OH! OF COURSE! Peach was right there when I walked in giving me a smug smile.

"Oh what a naughty, NAUGHTY, girl you are Sammie!" she chided.

So annoying! I hate her! I jumped on my bed and pulled the covers over my head.

"So, who was the guy you fooled around with last night? You two were making lots of tension on that dance floor!" I could hear her high heels clicking across the room to me.

I remained silent. She should just shut her mouth and stop yelling! Even Zelda's voice was screaming at me.

"Maybe we'll find out today anyways at breakfast," Zelda said.

"Breakfast. NO," I stated it as clearly as I possibly could.

"You need your water because of all that alcohol!" I could almost see Peach's pouting face.

I pulled the blanket down and glared up at her, "I. Don't. Care. Take the hint!"

Peach folded her arms across her chest, "Fine, drink dirty, germy, faucet water! I bet you did it with Falcon anyways!"

I sat up abruptly and rammed my head against the top bunk, but I chose to ignore it for the moment.

"I bet you do it with Wario ALL THE TIME! I mean, you can't even tell the difference between Mario and Wario! They're both fat and ugly and plus, their names rhyme!" all my previous pain and the now coming bruise on the top of my head came swelling in addition to the yelling pain. I clenched my teeth and pinched my eyes shut, only hearing Peach storm away.

"That was unnecessary," Zelda's carried disproval. I didn't care.

"You know it's true. Why do you even care about dating and crap? All that's for is creating little pink ugly babies," I rubbed my temples.

"Once you try it, you can't ever go back," she said it as if it were a good thing.

"We all have better things to do instead of throwing your life away,"

"Oh after your date you won't think the same thing,"

My eyes shot open and I faced Zelda's smiling face in horror, "You didn't,"

Zelda shook her head, "I didn't, but prince charming came asking for you and we set you up on a blind date,"

I glared at her, "You have no right to-"

"He just might be the one you slept with, aren't you just a little bit curious?" she sipped her tea.

She caught me off guard. I guess I did want to know.

"Sure, maybe I'd like to know," I shrugged. I want to know so I can kick his ass!

Zelda nodded, "Saturday then, you have a date,"

"Not a date," no, it was going to be my long awaited brawl.

Peach and I hadn't talked ever since our little talk a few days ago; thankfully it ment I could where my usual body suit and my hair tied up for the so called "date". Zelda talked to me, but she wasn't obsessively controling so I was okay with her.

Now, prince charming? It was probably Marth, obviously. This was just too cheesy, I can't even remember any reason that I'd want to stick around here any longer. This mansion was no longer a good time brawl but a soap opera that sucks every one into its sad sad grasp. That's it, I'm done with this.

But my escape stopped short as I opened the door. Captain Falcon. No, it couldn't be! I hid my face and slipped past him, but he grabbed my hand and started dragging me away.

"Let me go!" I tried to pull myself away from his tight grasp but failed.

Captain Falcon chuckled, "No way Sammie, we have a date!"

"I'm NOT going on a date with you!" I kept trying to pull away but his grip just became tighter.

"Heh, I knew we were supposed to be together since that dance,"

That set me off, it couldn't be him. I sent a flying kick against his arm making him stagger back and let go of me. He turned to face me and clenched his fists, his face smug with the certainty that he was sure he was going to win this fight. Not a chance.

I charged at him and slid down for a direct hit at his knee, he managed to dodge my attack and landing on top of me, pinning me down to the ground with his large heavy body.

"There's no way you're getting away from me," he whispered in my ear as I struggled under him.

He was on top of me. His gruesome body was over mine. I felt sick, no I actually felt sick. Before I could think of what I did, the Captain was off me wiping the liquid and junk I had thrown up on him.

"WHAT THE HELL SAMMIE!" he got up and ran into the nearest bathroom.

I wiped my mouth off on my sleeve. What was going on? I hadn't even eaten breakfast or anything last night. Did Captain Falcon really sicken me that much?

Zelda, and even Peach came into our room to me after lunch, huddled against the arm of the couch. Their faces suggested they had an idea of what happened. I was somewhat satisfied with vomiting on Captain Falcon, but I was also somewhat terrified.

Peach sat beside me, "So, you reguritated on Falcon?"

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.

"Did you eat anything bad?" Zelda seated herself beside Peach.

"No, I just threw up! So what?" I said and the two princesses exchanged glances.

Peach took out a small plastic thing and handed it to me, "Pee on this,"

"WHAT?" I stared down at the white stick. What was that thing anyways?

Peach placed it in my hand, "It'll tell you if your pregnant!"

I froze in pure horror. PREGNANT! I could NEVER be pregnant! That stuff only happened to unlucky sluts on television shows! I gripped the stick and walked into the bathroom. I was going to prove them wrong!