A/N: My second fanfic yay! I hope ya'll enjoy because I tried. I really did! TT

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from SSBM! Would steal them if I could though...must get burglary tools..


Chapter 1: Trouble with the blue-haired teen

The clock tower ranged in the northeastern square. Roy looked up to see that the clock has just struck 12:00 midnight. His eyes scanned the area once more with his lips curved into a frown. He sighed and shook his head.

'He told me to meet him here at exactly this time. Why isn't he here yet?' he thought sadly.

Roy began the long walk back home to his house in the southwest square. He looked up with tears at the rim of his eyes to see a shooting star make its way across the dark, star-lit sky. 'I wish that he would stop telling lies to me and just be truthful for once,' he silently wished. Street lamps aligned the sidewalk and lit every dark spot on this eerily quiet night. Roy sniffed and then hugged himself.

'I forgot my jacket,' he chuckled some and then sniffed again. 'If Marth were here I'm sure he would reprimand me about going out in weather conditions such as this one,' he thought again while staring at the ground as he walked.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. His heart skipped a beat. Something or someone was following him, or was it? He picked up the pace, a little nervous now. He was an easy person to scare. Always have been and it was always something silly, but now this time it was serious. Roy started to panic as the footsteps got louder and seemed to speed up to match his pace. He quickly took out his cell phone and dialed Marth's cell number. A ringing sound cut through the air. Roy stopped and so did the footsteps behind him. He turned around to see none other than...

"Marth!" Roy yelled out. He ran up to the teen and hugged him as tightly as he could but not enough to hurt him. 'Marth you idiot! That was you following me? You could have at least said something! You scared me half to death," Roy chided the teen.

Marth merely smiled and returned Roy's hug. "I'm sorry Roy. I know I was supposed to meet you in the northeastern town's square but I got a little busy and all. Will you forgive me?" he asked.

Roy smiled. "Of course, but next time call so you won't scare the hell out of me. Okay?" he pleaded.

"Of course," Marth replied to the other teen. "Roy where is your jacket!? You know it's freezing cold out here,' he reprimanded while offering Roy his jacket.

Marth and Roy are very close friends. They went to the same school together and not to mention they were childhood friends. Roy is 15 years old and Marth is two years older than him. Let me describe them for you. Marth is tall with short blue tresses and he's the prep at school. Roy is a couple inches shorter than Marth. He has wild red hair and is just an average kid at school. Well, actually he's a smartass but he's not labeled as one. He doesn't like to show it much. After all he's really quiet and shy. Roy looked up at Marth curiously.

"Hey Marth?" Roy asked curiously.


"Why did you want me to meet you at the clock tower anyway?" Roy asked.

"Oh, right. I was wondering if I could stay over your house for perhaps...a few days," he said with his head hanging low.

Roy stopped in his tracks, concern shown in his bright blue eyes. "Marth is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine. No need to worry about me," he said with fake cheeriness in his voice.

"Are you sure because for a moment I thought–"

"I said I'm fine!" he sighed and then smiled again. "I'm sorry it's just that I want to get away from home for a while is all. Okay?" he said.

Roy stared a little dumbfounded at him. Marth has never shouted at him before. He nodded slightly and decided to keep quiet for the rest of the walk home.

At Roy's House

Roy, his parents and Marth were all seated at the table eating dinner. Everything looked and smelled wonderful. Roy was discussing today's event with his parents while Marth sat there being unusually quiet. He stared down at his plate, twisting his fork around in the mash potatoes. Roy watched Marth out of the corner of his eyes. Marth sighed and then quickly wiped a tear from his eyes. Roy caught the action and instantly knew something was wrong.

"May Marth and I please be excused?" Roy asked.

His parents both looked at each other and then nodded. Roy quickly got up from the table and pulled Marth along with him upstairs. He pushed him into his room and closed the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed. "Marth tell me what's wrong. I know for a fact that you have been acting strange since the beginning of the school year," he said.

Marth looked away and then walked over to the bed and laid down on it. He turned away from Roy. "I don't want to talk about it right now. Perhaps tomorrow," he said dully.

Roy frowned. "Well you're room is across the hall so move," he said while attempting to push Marth off the bed, but to no avail. Marth abruptly sat up and then pushed Roy off the bed instead.

Roy landed on the floor with a thud and huffed. "Fine, I see how you are." He snatched up his pillow and went into the room across the hall. He heard Marth's voice from the other room.

"Goodnight Roy!" And this time it had real cheeriness in his voice.

"Shutup Marth!" he yelled back and closed the door. He flopped onto the bed and pulled the covers over his head. Soon sleep claimed him for the night, but the other teen remained awake.

Marth stood and walked onto the balcony and leaned on the rail. 'What am I going to do? I can't tell Roy what's happening to me at home. If I did he probably wouldn't think of me as the same anymore...' with that last thought he walked back to the bed and let sleep claim him too.

A/N: This is my first fanfic for Super Smash Bros. Melee so..don't get mad at meh! Ò.ó Read and review please! .