[A/N:] Ugh, dialogues can be hard to write :-(

After a few minutes, Zelda reached the football team's dorm. The brick building was the same red hue like all the others and Zelda thought she couldn't have told the difference if the banner hanging above the door had been absent.

She carefully made her way to said door and found it unlocked. For a second she just stared at the handle in her hand, then scolded herself, Please. Just because it's the football team's sanctuary doesn't mean it's only accessible if you're one of them.
She made sure there was no one around to witness her sudden halt and then slipped inside. At the wall to her left hung the typical map of the interior; with all rooms and the names of the respective inhabitants. After briefly stopping to find Samus' room (it was the one to the right, at the very end) she cautiously made her way there.

Her heart started pounding louder and louder with each step and once more, Zelda wondered why she was feeling so anxious. It was a silly notion, being so nervous because of the thought of seeing someone else. She'd never felt this level of stress before — not even with Link's friend Ganondorf with whom things could get from comfortable to awkward in about a millisecond.

Zelda hurried over to the door. By the time she got there, her throat was clutch with anxiety. She steeled herself, Come on, Zelda, this isn't the one million dollar question, this is just making sure Samus is fine, and softly rasped her knuckles on the wood.

There was silence, then some quiet shuffling from the other side of the door, before it opened. Zelda straightened unconsciously, and her good faith left her when confronted once again with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
Samus looked back surprised, her hand still gripping the door. She cocked her head, "Zelda?" There was a beat and then the corners of her mouth dropped low, and the brunette in question felt a hollow in her stomach.

"What are you doing here?" She sounded annoyed, and Zelda swallowed two mouthfuls of air before she felt ready to respond. But instead of simply doing so — she was so afraid her voice would betray her — she just gulped like a fish a few times. Embarrassing, really.

The silence stretched on and Zelda, in a desperate attempt to banish it, reached inside her bag. She pulled out what turned out to be a packet of freeze pops, shoving it into Samus' hands, "I got you something by the way!"
The other girl received the packet and her fingers instantly grew cold. She looked up at Zelda, her blue gaze somewhat expectantly, "You bought me a pack of freezies…?"

Zelda couldn't meet her eyes and she wrenched her fingers behind her back, shrugging before she finally found her courage, "Well, you didn't seem to want to talk to me, so I'd actually hoped I could, like, bribe you with this. A-Also, it's good to cool a swelling or something…!"

When she looked up, she was met with the sight of a stunned blonde girl. Another second ticked by and Zelda was ready to just turn around and leave, the disappointment was starting to seep in, but then she saw it.
The slight crinkle around Samus' eyes, the way her lips didn't exactly curl upwards, and Zelda was finding herself staring at what was essentially a smiling Samus Aran. The quarterback gave an amused exhale through her nose and stepped aside, "You happen to be in luck. Freezies are secretly my weakness."

Zelda grinned brighter than the sun and her shoulders rose and Samus motioned for her to come inside and everything was good again. She cautiously stepped into the room that was commonly known as "Samus' Room" and the realization that she was allowed inside was hitting her thoroughly. She looked around, trying to appear attentive but not snooping.
Samus' room was actually not much different form everyone else's rooms; she had a single bed on the wall beneath the window, a desk with a chair to the one side, and a small couch with a low table to the other side. There were posters and photos on the walls and the wardrobe, with personal things in-between school stuff.

All in all, it was rather cozy. A bit crammed, but cozy. Her eyes absorbed everything they could and while she felt overwhelmed with curiosity, Zelda gave it her best not to appear nosy.

She turned to Samus and straightened, "So… Do you have a swelling?" Samus just crossed her arms over her chest and continued to look at the brunette amused, "No. I wasn't lying about being fine, you know." Zelda cleared her throat and averted her gaze, feeling a little lightheaded, "Right. Sorry. I didn't mean to imply…"
Samus shrugged and plopped down on her bed, gesturing for Zelda to take a seat. The motion was actually broad enough to encircle the entirety of the room so the girl wasn't exactly sure where to sit. After a bit of shuffling on the floor, she opted for the sofa to the northern wall. It seemed like the polite choice; not as personal as sitting on Samus' bed, but not as distant as deciding to stand instead of sitting at all.

Samus shrugged it off and ripped the box open. Her hand hovered for a moment and Zelda narrowed her eyes, watching. Eventually, the blonde settled on watermelon. Zelda opted to save that information, for whatever reason.
Samus pushed the small box in her direction, a pointed look signaling for her to take one as well. Zelda couldn't suppress a grin and she snatched herself a cherry flavor. Samus stretched over to her desk and grabbed a pair of scissors.

She cut open her freezie and flicked the end of the plastic case into the small bin beneath the desk. Zelda was ready to accept the scissors from Samus, but the quarterback just motioned for her to pass her the freezie. Zelda complied, feeling the brush of Samus' cold fingers, and settled back until Samus was done.
They fell into a comfortable silence and the brunette was surprised at how easy it all felt. She stole a few glances over at the other girl. Samus had reclined back on the bed, mindful of her cast.

For a while, only a wet smacking sound accompanied the quiet brush of fabric on plush surface. Zelda indulged in discreetly looking around the room, spotting a furry plush toy on a shelf above the desk. It was a fat, round thing with shaggy white fur and a pink tongue hanging out its mouth. Two tiny ram horns were spiraling backwards. The black, beady eyes seemed to crinkle with warmth and mischief.

The sight of it made her smile in a lopsided grin — as did the thought that Samus owned a cute plush toy. I mean who would have thought? The tough, cool quarterback and her stuffed animal? She giggled.
"What's so funny?" Her eyes followed Zelda's gaze and landed on the plushie on her shelf. She made an "ah" sound, "That's Milo." The brunette looked at her quizzically, "Milo?" Samus just nodded, humming in agreement.

"I've had him… since forever. Won him at a booth on a fair a couple years ago." Zelda noticed the fond smile on Samus' face, the sight intriguing her immensely. She didn't have to ask though when Samus explained further, "Anthony had challenged me to a game of dart." She threw Zelda a serious expression, "I had to play," which made her laugh.

Samus then motioned towards the round dartboard on her wall, "His loss that my uncle and I had been playing dart since my early childhood. I was always better than Anthony." She grinned, clearly pleased with herself, and Zelda found it to be extremely charming.
"So naturally, I won. And Milo here was what I got back then." Zelda nodded a few times, eagerly absorbing the freely given personal information, "I see. Note to self: Do not challenge Samus to a game of dart."

Samus chuckled and then looked at her, "How do you know Peach anyways? I've never seen you two around campus together." Zelda smiled crookedly, balling a first with her right hand to try and steer away the cold from the freeze pop, "We've known each other since we were little girls. Our parents are friends, we live in the same neighborhood."
Samus seemed to ponder this information. It didn't help that she seemed to be staring at Zelda while doing so, and the brunette felt her ears warming. She averted her gaze and heard more than saw Samus shuffling on the bed, "You're not very much alike."

She looked up, seeing the quarterback still looking at her. Samus continued, "Peach is… pretty vocal." She underlined that specific word — making it sound as neutral as possible — and Zelda couldn't help a small smile from emerging.
Samus drove a hand through her tresses, smothering her own grin, "You're different. Quieter." Zelda made a noncommittal sound, uncertain of how this was meant. Thanks, I know I'm quiet and awkward. No need to remind me.

But a second later she scolded herself for once again being so insecure, because Samus explained herself, "She's nice, but Peach can be a bit much at times." It was a subtle thing, the compliment, but it was there and Zelda heard it all the same in every word Samus didn't say.
She felt the blush start to spread to her cheeks and she was thankful to hide behind the freezie. She didn't even notice the curious look Samus was giving her.

Wow. Did she just say she likes my company? As in, she's not weirded out by my obvious and also non-existent social skills? Zelda figured now would be a good time to repay Samus in kind, "You're not so bad yourself." She shrugged and threw a very pointed look to the crutch still lying on the floor, then cheekily added, "When you're not being stubborn."

This time around, Samus actually laughed. It was a rather deep, husky sound and it made Zelda's insides tingle with joy. She shook her head and looked up, eyes wrinkling in a sly grin, "Usually I'm pretty cool; you just make it really easy to be difficult. And fun."
Zelda felt incredibly bold at the teasing, never having guessed that Samus would be so willing to expose herself to conversation with her, "Hah, so you're saying you enjoy tormenting me?"

Samus' eyes wrinkled in that special way as she shrugged, "Maybe a little."

That single response sparked a brilliant smile. The brunette felt her stomach tingle pleasantly, Wow. The way we talk right now? We sound like we have known each other for ages. They held the eye contact for a bit longer — looking at one another as if they shared a secret — and Zelda took a shaky breath. She was positive her face was red.

"So, how come I've never noticed you around campus?" Zelda thought about the question and concluded the answer was obvious. "Probably because you spend so much time in the stadium. And I…" she shrugged, "I'm good at math." Samus broke out in a grin, "Are you calling me dumb?" Realizing her mistake, the brunette sat ramrod straight, "T-That's not what I meant!"

Samus tilted her head to the side and laughed, the motion making her ponytail sway, and Zelda only blushed more furiously. Is she seriously implying that she would have liked to make my acquaintance sooner? Or am I just being silly again?
She resolved to try and divert the attention away from her coyness and tried answering again, "I don't know, to be honest. I'm usually just Peach's tagalong. I… tend to get lost in the shuffle. But really, I don't spend so much time around the stadium like Peach does."

"Hm." Zelda watched her eyes narrow slightly, as if she was processing that conclusion. They had both reached the end of their freeze pops and Samus was generously offering another one. Zelda just nodded, not specifying which flavor she preferred, so Samus picked one for each of them.
She continued her thought, eyeing Zelda up from head to toe, "I'm not surprised. You're too skinny to be sportsman. No muscles at all, I bet you'd fall over in the slightest breeze." Zelda received the freezie with her jaw a bit slack from the mild insult but the wrinkle around Samus' eyes told her she was joking again.

Zelda was grateful for the ease with which their conversation was flowing so naturally. She was aiming to quip an equally teasing remark, "Well of course not. I'm not so…" Zelda gestured at Samus' overall appearance, trying to find something to latch on to, but finding — and blushing again — that the blonde was actually utterly perfect.
Tall and lean, Samus towered over the average girl. Her skin was smooth and just a little tan; most likely from spending so much time outside on the field. Zelda's eyes trailed up her arms and stomach, imagining nothing but firm muscles beneath the fabric of her shirt.

Jesus, Zelda. Get a grip maybe? she scolded herself; why she would even think about whatever was hidden by the quarterback's clothing was beyond her. However, the silence stretched on and Zelda figured she was supposed to finish that thought. She lamely trailed off, "…fit like you."

Samus, bless her, didn't seem to notice the stutter in the other girl. She laid back with her freezie, "So you have other vices?" Zelda shrugged, "I— Well, as I as said I'm a pro at math but that's about it, really."
Samus nodded, a smile in her eyes, "I bet you're a total card shark." Huh. Why does everyone think that when I tell them I'm good at crunching numbers? She opted not to say anything, and waited for Samus to go on. The blonde didn't disappoint, taking Zelda's silence for confirmation, "Remind me to pass up any opportunities to witness your awesome card counting skills firsthand."

This time, it was Zelda's turn to laugh, "I haven't used those in ages. I'm probably a little rusty." She thought back on all the times she had expertly depleted Peach and Impa's piggybanks on those lazy afternoons in summer when they were all younger. Her grandfather had shown her how to count; she still missed him sometimes.
The footballer hummed thoughtfully, "I'm not so sure." Zelda's lungs caught slightly when she looked back up into those blue, blue eyes. She exhaled in a breathy laugh, "Don't worry, I don't use them on my friends."

There was a short silence, a pregnant pause, but when Samus replied after a while, it was earnest.

"Friends. I'd like that."

And Zelda swore she felt the kick to the backs of her knees from the confession. She was glad she wasn't standing so she succeeded in not making a fool out of herself. That surreal moment passed and both girls seemed affirmed as they enjoyed the cold freezies.

[A/N:] How's that for a change? Nothing exciting happens, just some quality bonding time :-D Also: Poro plushies are the best :-D