Dude, I don't even have an explanation. Just read.

Except, that one guest who reviewed the last chapter, complaining how you 'felt like shit because you're really thin'. Don't. Don't even. I'm sorry, but you really should have known that this is JUST a story. I have nothing against skinny, chubby, fat, obese, square, round, gay, weird, colorful, sparkly people. I was explaining how Ghirahim see's Gina through his eyes, and I'm sorry that offended you, but it's difficult to please everyone when you're an author writing a story through a character's opinion.

Warning: Swearing, weird situations, Ghirahim's sexy body.

I don't own Legend of Zelda.

Summer in My World

By: Kagome Narome

Chapter 8 - Meeting Mother

By the time Cindy, Ghirahim and I got back home from the store, our muscles were tired and our stomachs were roaring with hunger. We loaded the kitchen table with the plastic bags of clothes, and other miscellaneous things, relieving our arms.

My thoughts wandered, trying to figure out how to make it look like these were Ghirahim's, and not new, clean articles of cloth. "Mom knows Ghirahim's a bit of a...well, a hick, then she won't expect him to have a suit case," I licked my lips, already pulling some of the clothes out of the bags. "A giant garbage bag will have to do,"

I turned around, bending and opening the drawer for the giant black bags. "We're going to take the clothes, cut the tags off, and stuff them in here," I explained. "Since you're a 'hick', my mother won't ask why you have no suit case. She'll probably demand you use one of ours," I crossed the kitchen, reaching into the craft drawer. I pulled the scissors, handing one to Ghirahim. "We'll wash the clothes later,"

"Why are we cutting the 'tags' off?" Ghirahim questioned.

"So that Mom won't know they're new. I don't want it to be obvious. Just do it, trust me," We both sat on the floor, pulling a few clothes with us.

"Well, while you two lovebirds are doing that," Cindy started, rummaging around in her purse. My eye twitched at her nickname for us. "I"m going to go down stairs, call Mark, and rest a little. Get me when Mom get's home," With that, she turned to the basement, already gone before we could ask for help.

Just as we got back to cutting the tags off, Ghirahim lightly poked me with the blunt end of the scissors. I turned to him, my brow furrowed. "What is a 'lovebird'?"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Just...a stupid nickname my sister came up with,"

My sister was going to be the biggest cause of awkward questions from Ghirahim this summer. I just knew it.

After the long task of cutting tags was done and Ghirahim no longer complained about how confusing scissors were, I realized it was starting to get darker. My mother would be home within the hour.

"Alright," I sighed. "Let's get these up in my room, set your bed up and make some food," I suggested, taking hold of the two large black bags. Ghirahim grabbed the other two.

FOUR bags in total. Damn, this guy needed more clothes than I did.

"Where will I be sleeping?" He asked, lugging the clothes up the stairs behind me.

I grunted, re-positioning one of the bags more comfortably on my shoulder. "In my room. I have another bed in there. My Mom says that you need to sleep across the room from me," I finally made it to the top of the steps.

"Oh..." Ghirahim stepped up from the second step to the top. His eyes were level with mine, his new eyebrows furrowed in...sadness? Disappointment? Anger? With those eyebrows, they brought on a whole new level to his emotions. It was hard to tell.

"What?" I asked, dropping the bags onto the small hallway floor. "What's wrong?" Ghirahim dropped his bags as well.

"No, it's just..." He trailed off again, looking up at the white, narrow ceiling.

"...Just what?" I pressed, leaning into him a bit more.

He pursed his lips a bit, and I could have sworn I saw the once pale Ghirahim turn a little red. "I'm just...used to sleeping next to you..." He mumbled.

My heart leapt in my chest, a giddy feeling spreading through my chest and my stomach. I was...happy and amused. Ghirahim was used to sleeping in the same bed as me. The very fact that he didn't like sleeping alone made me happy.

Because I was the same way, if I was being honest.

But he was being all embarrassed being honest about it! It was adorable!

I chuckled, kicking my hip into his to cheer him up. "Oh don't worry. My mom's more than likely going to pass out in her bed, and she'll be sound asleep," I leaned in more, whispering, just in case someone was listening, not that they were. "Just sneak in next to me after the lights are out," I winked, before pulling the rest of the bags into my room.

I looked him over one last time. I picked a few hairs on his black shirt, due to sitting on the couch the dog had claimed as his own.

"I must admit, when you pick at me, it's quite annoying," Ghirahim raised his new eyebrows, making him amused. Strange.

"You're face tells me otherwise. But, just bare with me. I'm nervous," I mumbled.

Ghirahim took hold of my hands, gently, bringing them down from his shirt to their normal place by my hips. Yet his hands stayed on mine, comforting me.

"The worst that will happen, I believe, is that she won't like me. I promise I'll be on my best behavior...as long as she doesn't try to kill me," He explained. I looked up at him, surprised. Then I smiled, the thought of my mother turning into a monster and ripping off Ghirahim's head playing through my mind.

When my mother was angry, she wasn't far from that description.

I sighed, shaking my head. Ghirahim really new how to make me feel better.

Then, without reason or explanation, I threw myself at Ghirahim, enveloping him in a tight hug. "Thank you," I whispered, pulling him closer to me while clenching my eyes shut, blocking out all other things. His arms came around me as well, welcoming the hug. He said nothing, just leaned down and rested his chin on top my head, probably smirked.

We pulled away when we heard the back door open.

This was it.

Ghirahim was about to meet my mother.

My heart thumped in my chest as I heard her heal click against the wooden floor. Then another, and another...until she was fully in the kitchen, setting her purse down on the table. She didn't notice Ghirahim and I in the living room, too occupied with looking at the newspaper by her purse.

With as much courage as I could muster, I walked forward, Ghirahim's hand in mine, and cleared my throat. She looked up and over to us, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Mom, this is my friend, Ghirahim. The one who's staying for the whole summer," I explained, my voice feeling weak. She stared at me in confusion.

"I didn't know he would be coming so quick," She murmured. I bit my lip.

"Mom, I wanted to..." I trailed off, thoughts completely lost as I caught Daniel appear behind my mother. "I wanted to..." I tried to finish the sentence, but with the weird actions Daniel was doing, I couldn't.

"You wanted to what?" She asked.

Ghirahim squeezed my hand, making me look at him. His eyes pierced mine, and then flashed towards Daniel, as though asking why he was here. I shrugged my shoulders as lightly as I could. Both Ghirahim and I didn't know why he was here.

"Gina, what did you—!"

Ghirahim and I coughed, waving our hands about in the air to clear it of the purple smoke that suddenly enveloped my mother.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, raising my fists into the air as Daniel smirked at us. I held Ghirahim back as he started forward, angry.

"I'm going to cut you a million times and watch you bleed out crimson blood onto this wooden—"

"Hush up, I just made your life a lot easier," Daniel cut him off, waving his hand in the air as well.

"What, by chocking my mother to death with purple, sparkling smoke?" I called out. Daniel only winked, bring his hand up to his mouth as though to shush me.

"OH! Who is this?" My mother called out, smiling. I furrowed my eyebrows. THIS didn't seem like my mother. She was usually...well, usually a grump.

"This...is...my friend. I told you about him; Ghirahim," I explained, slowly. Had I not just gone over this with her?

She smiled brightly, holding her hand out. "Oh, well, Ghirahim, I am Gina's mother. You may call me Jade. It's a pleasure to meet you and have you over for the summer," Ghirahim looked at me for a moment, before turning and taking her hand, shaking it.

"Thank you for letting me stay," Ghirahim nodded, giving a light smile.

"Alright!" My mother beamed. "I'm going to take a shower. You kids have fun! Make me something to eat! I'm starving," She walked right past us, to her bedroom.

That was not my mother. My mother never smiled like that in her whole life. Her voice was too high and she acted too nice. I turned to Daniel for answers. He only smirked.

"What the hell did you do to her!?" I whisper shouted, bearing my teeth like an animal. No one messed with my mother!

"I just made her happy..." He trailed off.

"In other words, you drugged her!?" I questioned, my eyes wide. He bit his lip, giving a nervous shrug. "Oh my god, you drugged my mother! My mother is high!" I groaned. And to think that was something I would never have said before meeting Ghirahim.

"Hey! There's no substance abuse going on! I just...made her happy! Take it or leave it, missy. This night would have gone a lot worse if I hadn't done this. Now, your mother likes Ghirahim, your sister does as well, and he's not getting in trouble at school. I think I've covered everything,"

I huffed. "What happens if something bad comes up?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Then what?" Daniel rolled his eyes.

"I'll be there, don't worry," He ruffed up my hair, making Ghirahim growl. "Now, I've got to attend to something. Ta, for now,"

Both Ghirahim and I stood there, eyes wide open as we watched Daniel walk out the back door.

We stood there in the kitchen for a few moments in silence, both pondering as to why he did the most normal thing we've ever seen him do.

Then it hit me. Slowly enough, I knew, I would get used to Ghirahim staying the summer. The danger of my Mom saying 'no' was out of the way. I no longer needed to hole Ghirahim up in my room, and he could go to school with me for the rest of the week.

Ghirahim was staying with me, for the summer. Then we'd go back to our world, and probably enjoy the peace and silence there while we could, despite there being a true demon sealed away in there.

It crossed my mind that the demon could escape the imprisonment, despite time being frozen there. Possibly, settling into this world, track down Ghirahim and I and kill us both. But Daniel wouldn't let that happen...would he?

I pushed it from my mind, not wanting to think about it. I just needed to ignore it.

Oh, but God, what did I get myself into when I wished for my own world?

I turned to Ghirahim, sighing with just the slightest hint of relief. Ghirahim turned to me, his new eyebrows arched.

"Ghirahim?" I asked, to make sure he was listening. "We have a crazy life," I stated. Ghirahim smirked in response, a silent chuckle shaking his chest. He reached forward, pulling me close to him and hugging me tight against his chest. His long, strong arms encased me to him, protecting me and holding me together. I was warm and safe.

"Yes we do," He agreed, his cheek pressed to my hair before burying his nose into my hair, taking in a deep breath.

Oh, smelling me again. Isn't that nice? ...Not that I minded it. It's just what he does. At least he isn't licking me.

I brought my own arms up to hug him back, burying my own cheek into his chest, my ear pressed against his warm skin. I heard the lulling rhythm of his heart beat and I closed my eyes, content for once this day.

And it was still Monday. Oh, heaven help us. Ghirahim and I were probably going to go through hell for the next few days.

I cracked an eye open in realization as to what I said earlier.

We have a crazy life.

We have a crazy life.

I smiled, thinking myself stupid.

All along I've been saying I wished for my own world. Though, that may be true, but the fact is that it was no longer just my world.

It's Our World.

Link, Zelda, Impa, Daniel, Ghirahim, me, even all the little animals and monsters within. It's Our World.

And I was ok with that. Sharing our world with each other.

And I can't wait to get back to it.

Well, now you know why the first book was titled "Welcome to Our World". :)

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Hope you're having a good summer! I kinda am.