"Take a deep breath in the mirror, he didn't like it when I wore high heels, but I do.
Turn the lock and put my headphones on, he always said he didn't get this song, but I do, I do."

PLEASE NOTE: All credit for the cover art goes to Goddess Hylia and Ferisae of DeviantArt!

I was too excited to wait before writing this story, I've been planning it for ages and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! Big thanks to my BEAUTIFUL beta reader Princess Zelda-figure skater! This first chapter is written in Link's point of view!

"No!" Saria argues, clambering out of the passenger seat of the car, a brown paper grocery bag in each arm. "I like Doctor Who, I'm just saying he seems like a bit of a player to me!"

I frown as I lock the car with the click of a button. "How? How do you even come to that conclusion?" I ask as I take one of the grocery bags from her.

She shrugs as the two of us make our way over towards the apartment complex. "I'm just saying, the Doctor picks up all these girls with his time travelling spaceship and promises to 'show them the stars'! I mean, maybe the stars are a metaphor!"

"The stars are not a metaphor!" I protest, holding the front door open for her.

"That's what you say, Link, but… oh…"

She stops abruptly in the hallway; I frown as I follow her in, noting all the cardboard boxes, crates, and furniture crowding the entrance hall.

Saria shrugs, "I guess some new people are moving into the apartment opposite us, it's been empty for weeks."

"Ok," I shrug; I'm not too bothered to be honest. I turn to enter the elevator but a large double mattress blocks the doors, I frown. I guess I'll have to use the stairs.

"For the love of Din!" Grumbles a low voice from the staircase. "You can't trust removal men to do anything right!" I grin. I'd recognise that voice anywhere…

And sure enough he steps around the corner and I know him instantly. His blonde hair flops lazily either side of his face, the tips of the fringe just below his eyebrows. He wears a white top and a blue short sleeved shirt, hiding the Sheikah tattoo on his upper left arm.

"Well well well, if it isn't the Sheik-miester!" I say, grinning up at him.

He turns to look at me, and suddenly his blood red eyes light up. "Link-ster! Dude! What are you doing here?"

"Link-ster?" Saria questions, casually leaning on my shoulder. "That's a nick name you'll never live down!"

"No! Me and Sheik went to football camp together when we were sixteen; we were best mates for the whole summer!"

"Damn straight!" Sheik says, laughing. "So why are you here?"

"I live here!" I reply, "Wow, so I take it you're moving in to the empty apartment on floor four?"

"Nah sorry," He says, shrugging. "I'm helping my little sister and her roommate move in."

"HURRY UP SHEIK!" Comes a loud shout from the top of the stairs.

Sheik sighs, making his way over to the piles of stuff, grabbing the headboard of a double bed. "Stupid removal men, we told them to take everything upstairs, so instead they dump it all in the hall, now I've got to cart it all up four floors!"

"Here, let me give you a hand," I say, passing my grocery bag to Saria and carefully picking up a large cardboard box labelled 'Kitchen'.

"Cheers mate," Sheik replies. The three of us begin to make our way up the creaky wooden staircase. Saria dashes on ahead to ditch the grocery bags, and as soon as she's out of ear shot Sheik grins at me. "Hot girlfriend!"

I shake my head, laughing. "No! Saria and me aren't anything like that, it's a strictly friendship roommate thing!"

Sheik frowns, "How can you live with a girl?"

I shrug. "Girls are easier to live with, she tidies up, she bakes loads of awesome cakes and she's so organized!"

"Uhh… ok…" Sheik says, though he's not totally buying the idea. We reach the tops of the stair case and Sheik leads me into the apartment. It's identical to mine except everything is facing in the opposite direction. A large living area is present as soon as you enter, and then tucked further back on a slightly raised platform is the kitchen. A smaller section leads off the back of the living room leading to a bathroom and two bedrooms.

I carefully place one of the boxes on the floor and smile. Just at that moment a tall skinny red-haired Twili makes her way out of one of the bedrooms. "Thanks Sheik!" She says, stopping abruptly when she sees me. "Oh… sorry… I didn't realise we had company. I'm Midna, and you are…?"

"I'm Link!" I say grinning, "I'm a friend of Sheik's and I live across the hall!"

"Oh great!" She says, looking genuinely happy. Saria pokes her head around the door, smiling warmly. "Hey I'm Saria, I live with Link!"

"Oh that's cute!" Midna coos, "How long have you guys been together?"

"It's nothing like that!" Me and Saria chorus.

Saria laughs, "No, we're just roommates, nothing more."

"Umm… ok!" Midna says, laughing nervously. "Well it's not just me here, my friend Zelda's living here too but she's still bringing her stuff over."

"Ok," I say, turning to Sheik. "And Zelda's your little sister right?"

"Exactly!" He says, "Right, I'd better go get some more boxes!"

"Here, I'll help you," I say, following him down the stair case and back into the hallway. He grabs one end of the mattress and I take the other, and between us we heave and hall it up four flights of stairs, negotiating exactly how to get it around the corners and eventually, we manage to push it into the apartment. Sheik gives me a high-five as mark of respect and Midna and Saria begin to giggle, I smile, glad they're making friends already.

"Right," I say. "Well we've got some groceries we need to unpack, but good luck settling in and feel free to knock on the door if you need anything, we'll be right across the hall!"

"Thanks!" Midna says, waving her goodbyes as Sheik retreats down the stair case again.

It's a Saturday night, most people use Saturday nights to go out with their mates, often to get drunk and hit on girls in bars. Some might use it as time to go out with friends of family or a lover and have a meal together or watch a movie. Some people go to mad parties and wake up in the morning with a hangover in a stranger's bed. Some people spend quiet time in with loved ones, watching a film or playing a board game. Even Saria is out on the town with some girl mates, they're going late night shopping, but not me. I'm curled up on the sofa flicking through Saria's copy of 'Eat, Pray, Love', surprising even myself that I'm finding it enjoyable.

Suddenly I'm disturbed from my quiet peaceful evening by a loud rapping on the door. I frown, closing the book and getting to my feet. I drop 'Eat, Pray, Love' on the kitchen counter as I pass, thinking, Saria's not meant till be home till gone midnight. I gently unhinge the chain from the door and pull it open to find a girl I've never met before standing on the other side, watching me nervously.

"Hi, I'm Zelda," She announces. "You must be… Link?"

"Oh! Right!" I say, the idea suddenly dawning on me. "You must be Midna's roommate, Sheik's little sister!"

"Yup that's me!" She says, laughing awkwardly, "I'm really sorry to disturb you so late but I need to ask you something, me and Midna have this house warming thing where it's not home until you've baked a batch of cookies, but I've just realised we don't have any sugar. I know not many guys keep baking stuff at home but do you have any we could use?"

"I'm sure Saria's got some, she loves baking!" I reply, smiling. "Come on in," I hold the door open and Zelda smiles thankfully, stepping into the apartment. I make my way into the kitchen and begin rummaging through the cupboards, where the hell does Saria keep this stuff?

"It's a nice place you've got here," She says, looking around. "Who's this?"

I turn to look at what she means. In her hands she holds a photograph in a white frame; it's me and Saria a couple of years ago, taken when we went to the beach together. I smile. "That's Saria, she lives with me."

"Aww! How long have-"

"Not a couple!" I correct her. She smiles, nodding understandingly as I pull open another cupboard, retrieving the pink paper bag labelled 'Caster sugar'.

I grin, pulling it out and holding it up to Zelda, "Will this be ok?" I ask.

She grins, nodding as she takes it. "Sure, thanks, how much do I owe you?"

"Nothing!" I reply, "You just moved in, take it for free!"

"But-"

I smile, "Just take it!"

She laughs, sounding a little relieved as she makes her way back over to the door. Only stopping momentarily to glance at the counter. "Eat, Pray, Love… were you reading that?" She asks.

I stroke the back of my head awkwardly, trying to laugh naturally. "No," I bluff. "Saria must have left it lying around."

"Oh…" She says, "Well you should give it a go, it's a good read!"

I grin, "Right, well thanks for dropping by Zelda, it's great to meet you!"

"You too, Link!" She replies, "I'm glad I've actually got some nice neighbours, in my old building my apartment was right next to a scary old man, he used yell at me for being a slob when I came out to the rubbish chute in the hall without shoes on!"

I just laugh, "Trust me; I won't be judging you because I do it too!"

We both share a laugh as she pulls open the front door. "Thanks again, Link!" She says, raising the bag of sugar a little and carefully closing the door behind her. I smile, settling back down on the sofa with 'Eat, Pray, Love' in my hands. From across the hallway I can hear loud laughter and the clatter of cooking utensils, end eventually, the bleeping of a cooker signalling that it's done baking. I sit reading quietly for the best part of two hours before I start to feel my eyelids droop, and inevitably, I fall asleep.

"WAKEY WAKEY!" Saria calls out, my eyes jump open and I see Saria stood leaning over me, hands on hips, grinning. I pull myself up into a sitting position immediately, but Saria just laughs, carefully picking up her book from the floor, eyeing me.

"Were you reading this?" She asks.

"Nooo…." I bluff.

She just smirks. "Yeah right." She turns, making her way into the kitchen, stopping momentarily at the counter. "Oh yeah," she says, as if she's just remembering, she picks up a small brown paper bag, tossing it across the room at me. "This was left on the doorstep."

I catch the small mysterious parcel; carefully examining it, written across the front in blue fountain pen is my name. I frown, carefully unrolling the top and reaching in, pulling out something wrapped in cling film. I smile, five chocolate chip cookies… I reach in the bag again and find a note inside, I'm curious so I unfold it. Written in the same hand writing is four simple words "Thanks for the sugar".

"What are you smiling about?" Saria asks, sipping a glass of water.

"Nothing," I say, grinning. "Want a chocolate chip cookie?"

"Sure!" She replies as I stand up, unwrapping the cookies, allowing that warm freshly baked smell to fill my nostrils. I offer them to Saria and she takes one, looking at it hesitantly. "Did you make these?"

"No!" I reply, laughing as I take a bite, the soft cookies melting on my tongues. Crisp on the outside but chewy within, I smile.

"Nah," She says, laughing. "You couldn't have made these… they taste good!"