Try For Me | Zelink AU

Milkshakes Instead of Boys

Urbosa's diner is already full of customers by the time we get there. The bell on the door rings when we come inside. There's no spots at the counter so we search the booths next. There's only one empty booth in the corner by the window. We make our way over, sitting opposite of each other in the shiny cherry red seats. The atmosphere is as lively as usual, the air filled with conversation and music, the smell of fried and grilled food keeping everyone hungry. My stomach growls in anticipation.

I smile when I see the tanned girl in a yellow waitress dress making her way over with a pad and pen. She's Urbosa's niece and most hardworking employee. Urbosa plans on giving her the diner someday.

"You guys haven't been around in awhile," Riju says. "What can I get for ya?"

"Burgers and fries," Impa says, ordering for the both of us. "Oh, and a chocolate milkshake." It wouldn't be the full experience without the chocolate milkshake.

Riju scribbles down our order. "I'll let Urbosa know you're here too."

"Thank you." I smile. I haven't seen Urbosa in what feels like too long. She was my mother's best friend and has been in my life since the day I was born. She even carries on the nickname I loved to hear in my mother's voice. It keeps her close to both of us even though she's been gone for years.

"Should I get my own pair of roller skates?" Impa asks out of the blue.

"Why would you need to? The skates we rent are perfectly fine."

"Once again, this is a want not a need," she corrects me with her evil little smile. "And because then I can skate whenever I want." I guess that makes sense. She does love to skate. "You could get skates too and we can take to the streets!"

"I can hardly skate at the rink," I laugh. "What am I supposed to do on pavement without anything to hold on to?"

"You just have to get better." We both know that's impossible. I'd have a better chance at getting Mustang boy's attention than learning how to skate well.

Ugh! I'm thinking about him again when I told myself I wouldn't! What is it going to take to snap out of it?

"Finally decided to stop by?" I look up and grin at the tall woman standing next to our table. Her red hair is in her usual high ponytail. She has volume women can only dream of. She slides into the booth next to Impa and rests her chin in her hand. "What's new with you?"

"Nothing much," I start. "Just school—"

"Tell her about your crush!" Impa bursts. My glare doesn't have the same effect with my red cheeks.

"Oh?" Urbosa smiles, leaning in closer to soak up the gossip.

"It's not really a crush..." She raises her brow. "He's just a cute boy I saw today."

"Describe him. I know everyone." She does know everyone, even if they don't know her back. She'll find out every detail eventually but she's not nosy; people just talk to her about anything and everything.

The shade of my cheeks would make an appealing lipstick color. "He's blond and tall. And he dresses like a greaser."

"And drives a Mustang?" I almost wish she didn't know who I was talking about. "I know him. He came in a couple times and let me tell you, I've never seen someone eat so much in a single sitting." I laugh a little. He didn't strike me as a glutton. "But you have a crush on him?"

"Not really." Yes. "But it doesn't matter. He has a girl already."

"I don't think so," Urbosa says and Impa wiggles her brows at me. I ignore her. "What makes you think that he does?"

"I saw him pick up a girl from school."

"Light brown hair?" She's only proving that she knows everyone. I nod, wondering who else the girl could be. "That's his sister. She's sweet but something tells me she's a troublemaker. I'd say both of them are." His sister. The delusions and silliness I've been trying to bury all day come dancing back. He isn't taken. I can go talk to him though the thought alone makes me nauseous.

"Well well," Impa says. "Not such a shame after all."

"Now just hold on," Urbosa stops her before she can get carried away. "You know your Father doesn't want you seeing boys and I promise you he'll say no to that one the second he sees him."

"I know," I sigh. Sometimes I wish I could have normal rules and get to have crushes without that obstacle dampening the excitement.

"Don't look so disappointed," she says, reaching over to playfully nudge my shoulder. "You'll get your prince charming someday." That boy doesn't look like any prince charming I've ever seen. I think that's what I like.

"Here we are!" Riju is back with two baskets full of hot fries and a burger each. She has the tall glass in her other hand that's topped with whipped cream and a cherry. She places the baskets in front of us, sliding the milkshake in the middle of the table. The condensation puddles under the glass, leaving small trails of water on the table.

"Eat up," Urbosa says as she stands. "And stay out of trouble. You too, Impa." My best friend grins while I blush again. I know she's referring to Mustang boy. He can't be that much trouble. He can't be any worse than Impa at least.

The second Urbosa and Riju are gone, Impa leans forward with her mischievous smirk. "So he's not taken."

"And what about it?"

"You're going to talk to him." My eyes go wide. Sure I thought about it but actually talking to him?

"I can't do that!"

"Why not? He's just a boy." A cute boy who I'd be too boring for.

"You heard Urbosa. My father would hate him." I take the ketchup bottle and smack the bottom, pouring a dollop of the sauce next to my fries. "And besides, I don't know the first thing about talking to boys."

"You talk to Groose all the time."

"He doesn't count."

"Okay then Revali."

"He doesn't count either!" She rolls her eyes and sips some of the shake through a blue paper straw. "What? He doesn't. And even if I did know how to talk to a boy, Father said I can't have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't have to know." She smirks. "You're going to regret it if you don't talk to him."

"I can't lie to him! And no I won't."

"So you wouldn't be bothered one bit if you saw him kissing a different girl?" Instead of imagining him kissing another girl, I picture him kissing me. If I never talk to him, that won't ever happen. But I can't lie to Father. I'd be in the worst kind of trouble if I went behind his back! "Well?"

"I'm not talking to him!"

"Why? You like him, don't you?"

"Only a little bit! Can't we just have fun tonight and not think about boys?"

"As you wish," she giggles. I say I don't want to think about boys and yet I keep thinking about him. How is it I saw this boy twice and he's consumed most of my thoughts? Maybe I will regret it if I don't talk to him. But how?