Friday: November 22nd 2013

Time – 2:00 PM

Point of View: Zelda

Ah, Friday. The only proof of a higher power I need. Nothing like the calm cool feeling a Friday afternoon gives you during the school year. You've made it. It's been five days and you're finally allowed to sleep in for a bit. You can go see your friends, stay up late, and any homework it easily completed during school if you're determined enough. There really isn't anything better. But this Friday is even better than your average Friday for one reason. It's six days till Thanksgiving! That means when we roll in on Monday it'll be a short week! And the week after that will have Monday off! Thanksgiving Break is awesome. What's more awesome? Fi's father will be out of town next week! I know that sounds awful and everything because you should spend the holidays with family, but this means she's going to be spending the long weekend at my house! Or we can spend it at hers since it's bigger…. Either way, we'll be spending it together and that's rad as shit.

My eyes drift to the ever slow crawl of our classroom's clock. It's such a heartbreaker when you think it's been a long time but the clock proves that you still have so much class to go. Especially seeing as this is the last class of the day. Advanced Literature 1… While I adore literature, I do wish it was a little earlier in the day. The last period of the day is purely dedicated to wishing you were already home and planning on what you'll do when you're home.

It's a shame because everyone in this class is actually really nice. The thing about advanced classes is most of the students actually want to be there. If they didn't, they'd have chosen the easier class. That means there are less assholes who don't even want to be here and more pleasant people who actually care about learning. Well, I mean, nobody wants to be here. I just appreciate it when people attempt to make the best of this imprisonment. I check the clock again. DAMN. Still hasn't moved. I sigh and rest my head on the desk.

"Zelda." The teacher snaps.

I shoot up. Uh oh. I wasn't paying attention. Did she call on me?

"What's the difference between verbal, situational, and dramatic irony?"

Oh c'mon! Um…

"Verbal irony is the kind where someone's talking? It's a bit like sarcasm? Like to show frustration or something." I say, hoping I'm right.

She snaps her fingers.

"Thank you! I was hoping you'd compare it to sarcasm. Tell me the difference between verbal irony and sarcasm."

A little bit of me dies inside. A hand raises on the other side of the room.

"Verbal irony is meant to show frustration at a situation, not a person. Sarcasm is a very sharp tool usually used to harm someone else. 'I'm so glad we're out of soda!' is verbal irony. 'Mark, it was awesome of you to finish my soda' is sarcasm." The girl smiles.

"Absolutely correct!" The teacher cheers, turning to write on the smart board.

Who is that girl? I don't recognize her, and she is definitely someone you'd recognize. Her hair is cut short and cute, hugging the head with little twirls coming out by the ears. It's also dyed a light green, which should totally be against dress code. That, or her hair is just green. It's not common, but Fi's hair is blue. And the way she answered that question was so confident and collected. She's the kind of person that you want as a friend, I can already tell. Not only that, but she might just be the only person I've ever met shorter than me. I wouldn't be surprised if she were 4"11! When the bell rings, I follow her out of the classroom as everyone heads to their lockers. I tap her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey! Are you new?" I ask, hoping to the gods that she is.

She lights up, smiling warmly and nodding her head.

"Yep! I'm Saria! My family just moved in this week. My schedule has been changing a lot these past few days, that's probably why you haven't seen me around." She giggles.

Why did she giggle there? I mean, it was adorable… I guess I just don't understand some people's mannerisms. We continue to walk together, stopping by her locker. She opens it and rearranges a few things as she speaks.

"I've gotta say, it was really surprising when you approached me." She explains, shoving things into her backpack.

I raise a brow.

"Why?" I ask, laughing.

She turns and looks at me like it's obvious.

"Well, I mean, you're like the prettiest freshman I've ever seen. And you don't pay attention in an advanced class but still aren't yelled at by the teacher. That means she gets that you'll do well either way. So you're smart, gorgeous, and have literally no reason to approach me." She laughs.

I shake my head.

"What!? That's crazy. For real the first thing I thought when I saw you was how cute you are." I assure her.

Her eyes widen.

"Wait… Really?"

I blush. Wow, that's more forward than I've ever been. But at the same time I don't regret it because it was the truth. She's cute as hell. Her face is soft and pale, her green eyes and hair look stunning compared to her light pink flesh, and her features are all incredibly soft and inviting. Looking at her I feel an unexpected and unexplainable sensation… I really don't wanna mess this up. I want to be friends with this girl. I want her to think I'm cool. And apparently she already does! Am I really that pretty? Do I have this air of confidence about me that no one's informed me of?

"Totally!" I laugh.

Something falls out of her locker and I instinctually get down to grab it. She does as well and I find myself staring into her deep green eyes. They're so detailed… Eyes truly are a beautiful thing. It's how a person sees the world. It's where they take in information and perceive everything around them. It's how you can get their attention… The way I see it, eyes are the core of a person. When you look into them you are looking into their souls. Eye contact is oddly intimate, but I don't really mind it. In fact, we've been staring at each other for a while now. I feel her breath on my skin… It smells strangely nice. I've never noticed good breath before. Bad breath for sure, but it's usually bad or neutral. Not hers though, it's like she just ate a mint leaf… Actually, her entire body smells like nature. Not in a bad way! More like a pine tree or something… And once again I'm lost in her eyes. What's happening?

"U-Um… I got it. Thanks though…" She laughs nervously, pulling away and shoving the item into her bag.

"Oh! Yeah, definitely. Sorry!" I laugh as well, standing up.

She slings her bag around her shoulder and smiles.

"Look, shot in the dark, but do you want to hang out? It's Friday, and my house is in walking distance." She smiles, obviously doubting herself.

Well, Fi has an appointment with her therapist today… Why not? I nod my head.

"That sounds really fun! Let's do it!"

Friday: November 22nd 2013

Time – 3:05 PM

Point of View: Zelda

Going to someone's house for the first time is always really awkward. You interact with their family for the first time, you fell as though you're invading on their personal realm, and you have the incredibly slow and careful conversations that are bound to happen with new friends. Strangely though, none of these things happen with Saria. We walk into her house and are immediately greeted by her mother. Saria's mother is a beautiful woman in her early to mid-thirties. Her hair is green but much longer, currently tamed by a hair tie in the back forming a cute ponytail. She offers us drinks and we accept.

We enter Saria's room and I gasp. It's really cool! There's fake leaves and foliage hanging from the ceiling. There are neat green Christmas lights entwined in them as well. Her desk is surrounded by a beautiful canopy shining from green, teal, and purple lights. Her bed looks like a fake log and the bedding resembles grass and clovers. Very thematic, but somehow not intrusive. I love it.

"You sure love green." I laugh.

She takes a seat on her bed, pointing to her desk chair.

"Who doesn't? Take a seat."

I sit down and take a sip of her mother's drink. Mmmm. Apple cider. The glass is actually very chilly as well…

"Do you refrigerate your glasses?" I laugh, enjoying the coolness.

She nods.

"Only sometimes. Mom does it when she knows I'm coming home because I love a refreshing drink after school… I think she worries about me a lot." She takes another sip, smiling in a sad kind of way.

"Well why were there two?" I ask, trying to break the silence.

She shakes her head, laughing to herself.

"She's prepared two glasses everyday all week. 'When you bring home a friend I need to take care of her too!' she always says…"

"How far did you move?" I put the glass down, giving her a concerned look.

She doesn't respond immediately, nor does she really look at me when she does.

"Kokiri."

My eyes widen. Kokiri!? That's nearly nine hundred miles away! Why did she move this far?

"What brings you to Castle Town?"

"Dad's work. This is the fourth place we've hit since Kokiri… He promises it'll be the last." She says softly.

This poor girl. I can tell she wants to be friends with me, but is also afraid of moving away next week. I pick the cup back up and take a sip.

"I'm sorry, that sounds really rough."

She smiles.

"You know, it really is." She nods a few times, deep in thought. "Because right when I feel stable, I come home to find that we're moving again. And long distance friendships can't last if you were only friends beforehand for a month or so."

"I don't know how you feel, but I do know what it's like to feel lonely. For the longest time I was only close with my brother. Parents are dead, and he takes care of me. But then I went to high school and met some pretty cool people. We'll take you into our group of misfits."

She looks at me like it's the nicest thing anyone's ever said.

"Really? But… I might be gone in a month."

I shake my head.

"And if you're not? Why choose to be miserable just because misfortune might strike?"

She nods in agreement.

"No, you're right. Sorry for being so anxious."

I let out a small laugh. She's nowhere near as bad as Fi, and I love that troubled child all the same. Midna and Malon aren't perfect either. Friends don't have to be perfect, they just have to be there for each other. And there's something odd about this girl that I want to explore more. I want to understand the feeling I keep getting whenever I see her lips shift into a smile. The strange chill that runs up my spine when I see her breath fog up the glass. Most of all, I want her to feel the same way about me…

I get up from the comfy chair and join her on the bed. We sit next to each other and talk about her travels for about thirty minutes. Eventually I lean back. Her bed is parallel to a wall, so I can easily rest against it while still sort of sitting up. She tells me about some crazy people she's met on the road and let me tell you, I never wanna travel again. She leans back too, resting against the wall. Our shoulders are touching and I'm kind of happy about that. She's really soft and warm. I press against her a bit, not enough that she'd notice.

"If I ever have to eat a hot dog that costs less than sixty cents again, I'm going to scream." She laughs, letting her head fall back against the forest green wall.

"I bet. Gas station food already makes me sick. I can't imagine living on it for days at a time." I laugh.

She turns her head and looks into my eyes again. I feel her minty breath on my face and smile. What is it about this girl that fascinates me? Something so inciting that I just can't put my finger on. I look at my phone and am in disbelief.

"Four-Thirty!? Where did all the time go?"

She laughs.

"Time flies when you're having such a nice conversation…" She just looks into me with a content smile on her face.

I smile back, unsure of what's happening. I like it, but it seems kind of strange that we're this close and not talking. She breaks the silence by whispering against my face.

"Thanks Zelda… I really needed this."

I nod, smiling brightly.

"Of course. I'm having a really good time. Your home is amazing… It smells really good in here." I blush, unsure of why I just said something so strange.

"I'm glad you think so…"

She leans in and closes the gap between us. Her lips touch mine softly, and my eyes widen. Every hair on my body seems to shoot up, but I don't dare pull away. She raises a soft hand to my cheek, holding my face as she pushes in deeper, truly taking my lips into hers. She kisses me softly, and soft sounds of lips connecting and parting fills the otherwise silent room. I don't do anything. I don't move, I don't make a sound, I just sit there and let her lead. What is happening? I'm getting kissed by a girl… An extremely cute girl… And I like it!

She lets out an adorable giggle, pulling away. I suddenly feel like my lips are naked. I miss her already. She tasted like the apple cider we were just enjoying and smelled like a meadow in spring. I can feel a bit of her spit on my mouth, but unlike an unwanted smooch from an aunt or grandmother, I don't wipe it off. I just stare into her deep beautiful green eyes and smile.

"Holy shit… I'm so glad you're gay. I was getting all of the signals but you're never one-hundred percent sure!" She smiles, leaning in and hugging me.

I hug her back, feeling her chin on my shoulder. Gay…? Well Din, I guess so. I just kissed an adorable feminine girl and loved it. But… I've never even entertained the idea… That's the weird feeling I've been getting from her! It was attraction! I thought she was hot! For the love of Naryu, it all makes perfect sense. I'm attracted to girls! The way I always act around Fi… How I look at Midna when I know she's busy… Why I stared at Cremia when I walked in on her and Link… I think women are attractive. I grin ear to ear.

"I didn't know." I giggle.

She pulls away, her expression is priceless.

"Wait! You mean… I'm your first?"

I nod.

"And I just kissed you out of nowhere!? Oh man! That could have gone so wrong!" She laughs, leaning in and kissing me lightly.

I accept the kiss, enjoying the feeling of her lips on mine once again. We both pull away, giggling.

"That's insane! I'm so happy…" She bounces up and down on the bed.

"I mean… I've had boys that I liked…" I explain, still shocked.

"Then you might be Bi… Or Pan, or literally a million other things. But the important thing is you think I'm cute." She smiles.

I laugh.

"That I definitely do."

"So you've never even looked at another girl?" She marvels at me.

I shake my head.

"Never even thought about kissing another chick, no. How long have you known?" I ask.

"Oh, about two years. When I was thirteen I met this really hot girl a little bit older than me. We hung out at her place all the time and eventually she asked if I wanted to practice kissing. You know, for boys or whatever." She giggles, sipping her cider.

"Is this a real story, or a porno?" I raise an eyebrow, laughing too.

She pushes me lightly.

"Shut up! It really happened! She was quote unquote 'straight', and I was curious. So we kissed every now and then. I've known ever since."

"Wow, that's awesome. Does this make us like… Girlfriends?" I ask, the very thought exciting to me.

"I mean I guess. We don't have to go public right away if you don't want to. We haven't even known each other for three hours, it's not worth outing yourself publically." She places a hand on mine.

"Okay, makes sense… Let's just see where this goes?"

"Totally…" She leans in and presses her soft lips to mine once again.

I could get used to this…

Friday: November 22nd 2013

Time – 3:00 PM

Point of View: Fi

I walk into the same office as always, dreading what's to come. Although I've been in therapy for a little over a month now it hasn't gotten any easier. Sharing my problems with a total stranger is actually much more difficult than I had anticipated. Unfortunately, I can't exactly talk to Zelda about this problem though, so a therapist will have to do. She walks in and smiles as she puts her coffee down. She then grabs the same clipboard as always. Damn that thing, I bet it says everything that's wrong with me and more. I bet it says true things I don't even know about myself… And anyone could just happen upon and read it at any time? The thought makes me uneasy.

"So, Fi, tell me how you've been doing."

I sigh. Telling someone how I feel is so difficult. It's so much easier to just say 'fine, or 'nothing much.' But this? It's hard. And it's far more effort than I'm used to in regards to emotions. My mind wanders to Zelda and what she's doing. I'd like nothing more than to be helping her with homework right now. This place seems alien and uncomfortable. I swallow my pride and speak up.

"Pretty good… The one thing bothering me is um…" Yes, I admit, I haven't admitted my sexuality to her yet.

She sighs, crossing her legs and biting her pen.

"Fi, we both know there's something you're not telling me. What's the point of this if you won't talk to me?"

I frown, unable to look her in the eye.

"Because it's hard to admit." I tense up, getting emotional.

"Oh honey… Are you having troubles with your gender?" She asks, genuinely concerned.

I look up.

"Wh-Huh? No. God, no. Thank Hylia for that. If on top of everything I was having a gender crisis I would probably just die." I laugh.

"Then what is it?" She asks.

I shake my head.

"It's girls…" I say shyly.

"What about them?"

"I like them." I finally spit out.

She nods her head, writing something down.

"Alright. And are you okay with that?"

"Yes… It's the girl I like that's the problem." I admit.

She bites the cap of her pen, making a sound of 'go on'.

"It's my best friend… Zelda." I say, almost ashamed.

"The Zelda? The one I can never stop hearing about?" She smiles, sitting up. "That's great!"

"Not great!" I sigh. "I have no idea if she likes me back… Or if she's even attracted to girls…"

She writes something again.

"And you don't know if you want to test that? Your friendship is already great enough and you're worried that confronting her about this could ruin it."

I sigh with relief. She understands.

"Yes… Now please tell me what to do."

She frowns.

"Fi, honey, I can't. I'm supposed to help you come to a conclusion on your own. That way it's your own decision. If not, you'll never not need therapy. That's not my goal. I want to make it so you can decide what to do on your own." She explains.

I slump into my chair, dying a little inside.

"Of course, anything else would be too easy…"

Oh Zelda… Please, are you straight or not?