(Disclaimer, this one shot has been rewritten. Before it was changed, it was called "I just...need someone to talk to." I greatly apologize if you preferred the one shot before I had edited it.)

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Marth POV (Point of View)

"I'm so sorry, Marth... But..." The blonde princess scratched the back of her neck. "I don't feel the same. I'm in love with someone else." She finished, now staring at a shocked prince. It isn't easy to let someone down easily with a rejection. Especially when it's directed towards me....

I loved Zelda, I knew I did. I confessed, I took the risk. Yet it ended horribly. She took pity on me and ended it with a hug, to which I felt no warmth from, and watched as she walked away.

A pit formed in my stomach as I shaikly walked back to my dorm, unsure of what to do now. All I could think of was crying. And so...I did.

The last thing I can barely recall was me slamming my door, the bang echoing my room as I fell to my knees. My sobs were...loud. I couldn't control it, no matter how much I wanted to. It practically sounded like I was getting murdered, or something of the sort.

My back laid against the frame of my bed as I sat on the soft, carpeted floor. My vision was so blurry...I could only see blob versions of my room. More tears fell from my eyes, my hands dampened more, my carpet was even starting to get small drops of tears. I nearly choked on my own sobs. My whole body shook furiously...I never thought I would take this rejection so harshly.

Out of nowhere, possibly at the worst time, I hear a knock on my door. A soft, kind voice speaks, "Marth? Is...everything alright in there?"

My mouth widened. I tried to speak, but no words could come out. I stifled another sob as my voice cracked, "Ike...?" My wobbling legs helped me up as I unlocked my door to see my fellow room mate standing before me. His worried expression filled in for all the words he didn't have to speak.

Before I could react, he took me in his arms. A huge wave of warm, cozy, and...comfort washed over me. A small gasp left my mouth as I felt Ike's arms wrap around my back. Hesitant, I raised my arms and embraced him in return. "Marth..." He spoke so gently... Letting go of me, gipping my shoulders, he stared into my eyes, I felt myself nearly blush.

"What happened to you? Why... tsk." He paused and wiped a tear away from my eye. His vision drifted up to my hair. The tangles, the curls, his fingers ran through strands of my mess, making everything look neater. "Why are you crying? I heard you from outside and it had me concerned..."

I shook my head, too embarrassed to admit it. Ike lifted my chin up, saying, "You can tell me anything. Don't be afraid. Here," He said, closing the door behind him. "Now it's just us."

Taking me by the hand, he sat me down on the bed. "Tell me, what happened to you?"

I took a shaky breath and sighed. "I..." Gripping my arm, my eyes fell to the floor, looking away from Ike. "I confessed to...Zelda. I told her how I felt, but she...couldn't return it."

There was silence as Ike mumbled a simple, "Oh." His hands fidgeted with my blanket as he tried to find the right words to say. Eventually, he answered, "Well, I know rejection can be hard to face." His hand was held in mine as he continued, "Loving someone can be hard, we never know if they love us too or not. Honestly, it's alright that you told Zelda."

"It...is?" I muttered, my hand instinctively gripping tighter.

Ike nodded. "Sometimes it's better to speak than let them find out. You were prepared, that's why you told her. You, yourself, decided to confess to Zelda. Maybe it didn't go the way you wanted, but that's alright." He hugged me once more, his hand cradling the back of my head. "We can't all get what we wish for but even then, that's never a bad thing. These happen to you for a reason. I'm sure you'll find the right person for you someday."

"Wh-what do I do when that day comes...? What if I can't speak up this time? What if they find out before I can say anything? What if-?!"

"Hey, now. Calm down." He shushed me, patting my head. "That day will come. Everything will happen in due time. For now, let's focus on yourself. Why don't we do something to take your mind off this, hm?"

I shook my head, taken aback by his offer. We're mere college students and it's...late. My eyes darted to the alarm clock; 9:27. "I-I think we should head to bed instead."

Ike smirked as he yanked me by the arm, jerking me to my feet. "And I think we should do something else." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper.

My eyes widened. A party invitation? Then I remembered. Ike and I shared one class that had this loud student. His temper and attitude matched perfectly with his hair; red. You could even say he has a fiery personality and even be a hot-head sometimes. As I scanned the paper once more, it read, in big, bold letters,

"Party Invite from Roy, 10 P.M, DON'T MISS IT!

Lycia Street, 118"

Without a second thought, Ike rushed to the bottom floor. With his hand still gripping my wrist, we ran down 3 flights of stairs and stumbled outside, into the parking lot. Running over to his car, we got into our seats and got ready to drive off.

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Finally arriving, the two of us looked out to see a big, white house. From the windows, you could see vibrant lights flashing and pulsing. As we got closer to the door, we could hear the music pounding. Isn't this going to wake up the neighbors? Shaking my head, Ike rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds, a drunk, silver-haired male opened the door for us.

"Marth, Ike!" The man slurred, his body leaning on the door frame. "You made it!"

Ike chuckled as he pat Corrin's shoulder, walking past him. I followed behind, hearing the door close behind us. A long stairwell to our right, a lounge to our left...and the "party-area" down the hallway. Taking me by the hand once more, Ike looked at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's make you forget tonight ever happened."

Making our way into the kitchen, that's where all the fun began.

Upbeat, dubstep, jazz, you name it, they played it. The island countertop had food, snacks, and alcoholic drinks laid out all across. Plastic cups, still left in the bag, ripped open; half the stack was already gone. A pile of napkins were left untouched. 2 stacks of pizza boxes, spaghetti and other pastas in aluminum trays, ice cream left inside an open freezer.

With no hesitation, Ike snatched himself a bottle of red wine and poured it into 2 red, plastic cups. Handing one to me, he winked, "To a night we'll never remember."

With a simple "cheers" to each other, we chugged our wine. My face scrunched up, meanwhile Ike let out a loud laugh. Just not too long ago, I was in tears, crying. Ike comforted me. How...did we get here? Surrounded by students who couldn't care about their problems in the world. People who are partying as if tomorrow won't come. This...is a sign.

It's time to let go of the rejection. No tears, no negativity. Just tonight and this party.

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I found myself pouring another glass, a grin spread across my face. A firm hand wrapped around my waist as I was spun around, spilling some of my wine out of the cup. Ike, red-faced, clearly had too much to drink. He chuckled, "Always coming back for more, eh?"

I shook my head and giggled. "I can't help myself!"

"Neither can I."

...What? What is... Why...

My whole body tensed up as I felt Ike's lips press onto mine. The taste of alcohol lingers in his mouth as he most likely receives some in return. The slow movement of his hand from my waist to my head sends a shiver down my spine. I gasp for breath.

"Ike, what are you-"

He makes out with me once more. Setting down his cup on the counter behind me, Ike's hands gather me up to his chest. No second thought, I arch my back, leaning into him. I practically give myself up as his hands gently rub my back. Ike bites my bottom lip, leaving a gap in my mouth. I can't think twice before his tongue slips into my mouth. I refuse to push away; this feels so...wonderful. My hands find their way to his sleeves as I grip onto them tightly, my fingers curling around the folds of the fabric.

We finally break apart, I'm panting for breath. Staring into Ike's eyes I see a look of love. Could this...be what I think? He's half sober, but...does it really mean anything? I bite my lip, "Ike, do you...love me?"

"More than that, Marth," He says, leaning into my neck. His hot breath touches my skin as his hands slide down to my sides, I shudder. "I want more than that. I want more of you..."

"I-Ike, wait, please-"

And before I know it, a gentle moan escapes my soft, alcohol stained lips.