Disclaimer of doom: I don't own Smash or the characters in it. I also don't own any establishment in this fic or cars or.. well, I own my idea. That's about it.

It felt like fire, burning his throat and his tongue. His mouth as well. The intensity of it was so harsh that he had to grab the glass of milk beside him and down it fast as the other teens laughed. Meekly putting down the glass, Roy gave a sheepish smile and wiped his mouth with the napkin Peach handed him.

"I told you the Spicy Flame Burrito was hot! But nope, you had to go eat it anyway," Ness rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Geez, Roy. You're a glutton for punishment."

"It's just a Taco Bell burrito!" Roy complained. "They never live up to their expectations."

"He has a point there. This place has been known to skimp on the things that matter, like the sour cream in my seven layer burrito!" Ike called, super irritated with how Taco Bell skimped on the sour cream.

"Lunch is almost over, guys. We should scram." Ness got up and dumped his tray, followed by the others. They all piled into the pink Kia van Peach got for her birthday and headed back to school while chatting about everything.

Back at school, however...

Fire crept up his arms, and a sheen of sweat coated his face. Back, forth, back, forth. His hands ached from the grip on the mop, and it was finally wrenched from him by the janitor as the bell rang, signalling class was to begin. Marth skittered away, not wanting to be late and got there just in time. People were filing in, so he took his place at the back, mainly at the broken-down desk. He wasn't going to draw attention to himself today, or ever. As the young blonde named Samus sat in front of him, like always, Marth took out a book that taught the subject better than the instructor. The door opened, and in came Roy and his friends, all chattering about Taco Bell. Marth's stomach tied itself in a knot and he continued looking at the book, but the words blurred out.

Sharing a class with Roy was painful. Gesturing to Robin, he pointed to Samus' back and then to the door. Get out. He needed to get out.

Robin put his books in his bag and gestured to Samus. Marth followed Robin's lead and the three slipped out without the teacher noticing.

"That class sucked anyway," Robin said, pulling out a book from his bag. "I could learn more from a monkey."

"Or a gorilla." Samus grinned.

"A giant manatee could teach better than Bowser," Marth commented. They all broke out laughing, heading up to the rooftop. Neither Robin nor Samus questioned why Marth wanted out of the class. They'd seen the reason, and didn't mind ditching class to keep him company.

"Here." Robin tossed Marth a sandwich in a baggie. "Bunny makes too much food. I noticed you weren't at lunch, so eat up."

Samus caught it and handed it to Marth, who opened the baggie and took out the sandwich. "He got caught by Wario and was forced to mop the floors for him," Samus said, pulling out a thermos and her own lunch. "I skipped lunch too, so let's fix that."

Marth gave a weak smile as they sat down to eat, talking about their plans for that weekend. They were going to go to the island a ways out from coast and go camping for the weekend. It sounded like a fun time. When the bell rang to signal class was over, the three of them joined the mass of teens wandering the halls to their next class of the day. Granted, it was the best way to run into Roy and his posse. But Robin and Marth headed into their final class for the day and, thankfully, didn't run into any of said posse.

"I'll come over tonight. Parents want me to finish my homework before I go anywhere," Robin said. Marth nodded and watched as his friends boarded the bus. As the buses left, one by one, he started his trek home on foot. Seeing Roy just hurt, especially when it was only popularity he cared about and not his friends. Roy's parents were able to understand why Marth and Roy's friendship ended. But they were still neighbors, which sucked majorly. Marth didn't understand why he couldn't just go live with Chrom. At least then he'd be able to see Robin whenever he wanted and help him with his homework.

"Excuse me, you dropped this." A voice said. Marth turned around to see Peach handing him his notebook. With a murmur of thanks, Marth put it in his backpack. "Do you want a ride home?"

Her pink Kia was parked by the sidewalk, and was empty. There was really no harm... So he accepted the offer and Peach let him in the front passenger seat. a look in the back showed Roy laying across the seats. He felt his stomach knot up and wanted to cry.

"He's pretty sick. It started during our last class. I think it was that burrito," Peach said, worriedly.

"He can't eat from fast food restaurants," Marth murmured, hugging his backpack to his chest. "It has... something in it that he's allergic to.."

"That would explain it.. But he always insists we eat out, and ends up like this after."

Peach sighed as she pulled up to Roy's house. Marth got out and helped Peach take Roy to his house before thanking her for the ride and escaping before she could say a word. Heading next door, he let himself in and headed upstairs before starting on his homework.

The phone rang. Marth set aside his homework and grabbed it once he went downstairs. Pressing the talk button, Marth held the phone up to his ear.

"Um.. Lowell Residence. May I ask who's calling?"