>”-ren’t you happy the sleepover’s going to be in two days!”
>Be Anon
>”Eeyup.”
>And you’re still not used to this place
>”Quite.”
>Yet somehow, you’re alive and kicking
>”What about you Anon?”
>Strange how you wound up where you are now
>”Anon!”
>You feel a slight nudge on your left shoulder
>Turning, you notice Caramel looking at you expectantly
“Sorry, I was thinking. What’s happening?”
>Rolling his eyes, he informs you in a passive aggressive tone
>”We’re having a sleepover this weekend! You coming?”
>Fancy Pants, Flash and Big Mac stare at you, waiting
“As much as I’d like to be slamming down wine coolers like it’s going out of style watching romcoms, I can’t this weekend.”
>”Whhhhhy nooooot!”
>You really aren’t a fan when Caramel pulls this shit
“I’m busy with something, and it can’t wait.”
>”Will you still bring the stuff for us?”
>Of course, Flash, always focused on what’s important
“Uhhh, sure, I was going to swing by Chrissy’s Friday anyways, just have the cash ready by tomorrow and I’ll get your fruity drinks.”
>”Thank you Anonymous-”
“Anon, Fancy Schmancy, Anon.”
>”Right, thank you, Anon.”
>With everyone content, you return to thinking about-
>”What are you doing this weekend anyways, Anon?”
>As much as you love these guys, they can really mash your buttons haphazardly
“Oh, just pulling off a heist downtown at the local bank.”
>”...”
“Ok, you got me, I’m heading up north to hunt the illustrious wendigo, OOOOH!”
>”Anon…”
>What can you say, you can’t help yourself sometimes
“Well, If you must know Caramel, I’m running some errands and I’m on...”
>Hold the pause, 2… 3… 4...
“… official business”
>You’re not really on business this weekend, you just want to fish and drink in peace, but you know it’ll cause them to pucker up
>Oh look, right on schedule too
>”W-with who?”
>”Hey there handsome…”

>Lyra stands behind a distraught Caramel, rubbing his shoulders as she starts cooing into his ear
>Actually, cooing is too generous, it’s more like loudly whispering about how she’d like to pin him down and make him her personal slut
>Caramel, ever the gentleman, shudders in disgust with his eyes closed
>There’s your cue if one ever existed
“Speaking of who-”
>Standing from the table, you swiftly maneuver yourself behind Lyra, placing one of your hands on her hip, the other gently rubbing her stomach
>Taking in a sharp breath, her hands freeze from their harsh ministrations
>Time to put on your sexy voice
“Lyra, is it? What is such a beautiful girl like yourself doing here at our table?”
>”I-I, uhhhh, I was ju-just ummmm…”
“Oh, you’re so cute when you get like that...”
>Cupping her cheek, you turn her head to face yours
“My locker, at 3, but only if you’re a good girl.”
>Leaning in, you whisper into her ear
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you Lyra?”
>”Y-Yes!”
“Mmmmm… that’s good, because I have… lots planned for you.”
>After nipping her ear, you gently nudge her aside and shoo her off
>”S-See you then handsome!”
>Lyra turns and runs, slamming into a rainbow haired girl, splattering food all over her
>”SORRY!”
>Leaving Ms. Colorful ablaze in pizza sauce, she runs off, stumbling into others all the while, exiting the cafeteria
>”And that is why we love you Anon!”
>”Eeyup.”
>”Certainly.”
>Turning back around, you place a hand on your chest and feign deep sorrow
“Is that all you love me for? I can’t believe you guys! Especially you, Flash!”
>”Nononono, I didn’t mean it like-”
“Ah Flash, never change.”
>Cackling like a madman and sitting back down after a job well done, you continue your grazing
>Finally, things are silent for a while
>”Thanks… Anon...”
>At least it was nice while it lasted
“Don’t mention it Caramel.”
>”Really wish you could come to the sleepover, maybe next time?”
“You betcha.”
>”W&W too?”
>His eyes light up with unbridled hope
“You know it.”
>A small smile creeps across his face

>Flash suddenly snaps his fingers, springing up and pointing at you
>”It’s the suit!”
>What the hell is he on about now?
“What about my suit?”
>”Your suit is what catches their attention!”
“And what about my charming personality?”
>”No, it has to be the suit!”
>Fancy Pants clears his throat and decides to chime in
>”Apologies Flash, but I’m also wearing a suit, and the ladies here rarely bother me.”
>”Plus, Lyra came to me, not Anon.”
>”Eeyup.”
“They do have you there mi amigo.”
>Dejected, Flash sits back down
>Despite him being completely dense at times, you’ve gotta admit
>Flash is right, it is the suit
>He’s just not right about what he’s arguing
>Before you came into the picture, a lot of the girls were throwing themselves at Fancy Pants and Co. like heroin junkies, leaving everyone else alone for the most part
>And the girls at CHS make up about 83% of the student population [spoiler]yes, you did the math[/spoiler]
>Now, they usually leave them alone, including yourself, but some still do fall through the cracks occasionally
>All because of you playing coy and your ability to tease
>And maybe some physical elements too…
>But mainly being the innocent little flower that you are!
>Mostly
>Looking over, you see Flash poking at his food, mumbling to himself
>Dammit, gotta cheer him up somehow
>Thinking through your options, you come upon one that is too good to pass up
>Oh yes, you know just how to get him going

“Hey Flash!”
>Sullenly, he looks up at you
>”Yeah?”
>Grinning like a cheshire cat, you declare your challenge
“Bet you can’t finish eating before me!”
>A look of pure confusion spreads across his face
>”Dude, you still haven’t eaten one-third of your food, and I only have half left!”
“All I’m hearing is BAWK, BAWK BAWK BAWK!”
>”OH, IT’S ON!”
>Caramel breaks out his phone and gets a stopwatch ready
>”Alright, now I want a clean match! Do you understand?”
>The both of you nod
>”3!”
>”You’re going down greenie...”
>”2!”
“Sure, keep talking twiggy...”
>”1!”
>Glaring at one another, you ready your forks for the battle of the ages
>”GO!”
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>Be Rainbow Dash
>And be very pissed
>You were walking to your table, minding your own business when somebody smashed into you, spilling your lunch everywhere
>Sighing, you throw your tray aside, grab some napkins and head over to your friends
>”-he quantum processors competed with the flux capacitors and-”
>”Oh, Rainbow darling! Whatever happened to you?”
>Ignoring Twilight’s jargon, you turn towards Rarity
“Nothing, somebody just decided that I looked better wearing something a little more saucy is all.”
>Taking the napkins you snatched, you begin the process of cleaning yourself off
>Though you aren’t really cleaning anything, just smearing it around
>This is gonna leave a stain, isn’t it?
>”Here darling, take this.”
>Rarity holds out some wet wipes for you to use
>This… may just work
“Thanks Rares.”
>”Anything for a friend.”
>Looking back down, you’re about to continue cleaning until you feel a gust of wind, and it’s being-
>Pulled from your face!?
>Glancing up, you fear what’s causing it
>To your left, Fluttershy, Sunset and Twilight are talking, focused on their conversation
>And to your right, Rarity and Applejack are showing one another something which only leaves…
>Turning straight in front of you, you see what can only be described as horror beyond imagination
>A Pink, gaping maw is sucking in air, and this can only mean one thing
>Plugging your ears, you await the-
>”AREYOUGIRLSREADYFORTHESLEEPOVERTHISSATURDAYI’MSOSUPERDYDUPERDYEXCITEDIHAVESOMANYTHINGSPLANNEDIMBAKINGBROWNIESANDBRINGINGTHEKARAOKEMACHINEANDWE’LLHAVEICECREAMANDWECANWATCHMOVIES! OOOOOOHWESHOULDWATCpmfpfp-”

>Sunset slams her palm over Pinkie’s mouth, barely holding back the tide
>”Pinkie, you know that we can’t understand you when you talk like that, right?”
>Pinkie mumbles and nods
>”Good, and not so loud, use your inside voice.”
>Slowly prying her hand from Pinkie’s mouth, she readies herself to close the gates once more
>A gust of warm air blow dries your wet shirt
>”Are you girls excited for the sleepover this Saturday?”
>Oh yeah, you forgot about that
>You shoot her a thumbs up
>”Absolutely darling.”
>”Y’know it sugarcube.”
>”I’m in agreement.”
>Fluttershy nods her head and Sunset pats Pinkie’s shoulder
>”Yep, can’t wait.”
>”That’s great!
>Pinkie bounces in her seat, vibrating the trays on the table
>She only gets this way when you’ve been without a sleepover for a good while
>Sunset rests her hand on Pinkie’s leg, putting a stop to the earthquake
>”Sorry! I’m just really excited.”
>Pinkie gives a sheepish grin
>”It’s ok.”
>Sunset gives her a warm smile
>Turning towards Fluttershy, she sports a shit-eating grin
>”You know girls, I heard through the grapevine that Anon and Fluttershy might’ve done something together…”
>”EEEEP!”
>Fluttershy hides behind her hands, peeking through her fingers at Sunset
“This I HAVE to hear!”
>Propping your elbows on the table, you stare intensely into your friend’s eyes
>”we, w-we were j-just doing…”
>Cupping a hand around your ear, you look off into the distance
“Sorry, you were doing WHAT now?”
>”wewerejustdoingalabtogetherisall…”
>Blushing profusely, her gaze is drawn to the floor
>Sunset laughs and rubs her leg
>”We still love you Fluttershy.”
>Calming down, she grows a small smile

>”H-he was really kind, and nice an-and cute…”
>”Ah, ain’t that just adorable! She’s got the hots for ‘em!”
>”Well darling, just look at him!”
>Rarity points Applejack towards Anon’s direction
>Holy shit, he eats fast!
>”Imagine the things that boy can do…”
>Especially between your legs
>Oh yes, DEFINITELY between your legs
>The trays on the table begin vibrating again
>Sunset turns her attention to the ball of pink energy
>”Yes Pinkie?”
>Sunset’s eyes widen as she takes a deep breath
>”Don’t you find it weird that Nonners doesn’t have a girlfriend?”
>That’s… actually a good question
>”Wait, has ANYONE ever been with Anon?”
>Pulling out a calculator, Twilight mumbles to herself, furiously mashing the buttons
>”If the rumors are to be true, Sunset, he should’ve been with, at the least-”
>One final push and she stares intently into her device
>”-thirtythree of the girls here.”
>”I just don’t buy it.”

>Everyone turns towards Applejack
>”What do you mean darling?”
“Applejack, look at him. He’s a total slut, it makes sense.”
>Mouth twitching, she puts a hand on her cheek to stop it
>”Just... call it intuition, but I don’t think the girls are telling the truth, or at least the full truth.”
>She’s never been wrong before… so, why’d she be wrong now?
>”Ladies, I think it’s time we all got to know Anon a little better now, hmmm?”
>Everyone nods in agreement with Rarity
>”OOOOOH, I know what we should do!”
>Pinkie begins bouncing, again, with boundless energy as all of you wait for her answer
>”We should do a contest to see who gets to know him first!”
>Applejack rubs her chin, looking at the ceiling
>”I don’t know Pinkie, I don’t think it’d be fair because Rainbow doesn’t stand a chance!”
“YOU’RE ON, APPLEJACK!”
>Jumping from the table, you run and burst out of the cafeteria, the doors slamming into the walls
>If your gonna win this, you’re gonna need to change clothes and get to Anon before the girls have a chance to first
>Oh, just you wait stud, because The Dash is coming for you
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>Be Anon
>On your way to chemistry class
>For some reason, and you don’t know why, but the teacher loves fire
>Your last ‘exercise in the laboratory’ involved thermite
>Actual thermite
>Needless to say, the teacher’s batshit insane, but kicks ass
>Stepping into the classroom, you turn towards the board
>’NEW LAB!!!’ is written on the whiteboard with an arrow pointing towards a stack of sheets on his desk
>Taking a sheet, you sit down in the back where you usually sit
>-take the petroleum jelly and introduce a flame via- is this even legal?
>Shaking your head, you put the paper down on the table and stare off into space
>You don’t notice when someone sits down next to you
>”h-hi”
>Is it really 12:45 already?
>”how are you t-today”
>Time really flies when you’re off in your own little world
>”Anon?”
“Sorry, what’d you sa-”
>Turning, you notice its your lab partner from last time
“Oh, heya Flutterbutter! Howya do’in?”
>”EEEEP!”
>Jumping back and covering her mouth, her eyes go wide
>Dammit, you forgot how skittish she is
>”...”
>Just give her some time to warm up to you, and don’t make any sudden movements
>”I-I’m doing good. How a-about you?”
“Fantastic actually,” you give her a thumbs up “can’t wait for the weekend!”
>”Oh, that’s great! Ummm… what are you doing this weekend? ifyoudon’tmindmeasking…”
>You’re heart can’t take such an overload of adorable
>Leaning forward closer to her face, you ask hushedly
“Can you keep a secret?”
>Nodding, she breathes sharply, her cheeks growing a deep, cherry red
“Ok.”
>Leaning back, you close your eyes, relaxing
“I’m gonna be fishing and drinking allllll weekend long.”
>”Oh, that’s nice.” 
“Definitely. I haven’t been able to do this in a long time, so I’ll be enjoying every moment.”
>The bell chimes, signaling the start of class
>Opening your eyes, you see the teacher fast at work, fiercely writing various formulas and chemical compounds on the board
“Guess we should get started, huh Flutters?”
>”yeah...”

>Looking back down at the sheet, you take note of all the necessary supplies
“Could you go off and grab the chemical compounds and lighter while I get the hair spray, brazier and jelly?”
>”Sure!”
>Standing up, the both of you part to gather your assigned materials
>Heading to the counter, you locate the jelly and hairspray, piling them into the bowl and hobbling to your work area
>heavierthanitlooks.weight
>Placing everything down, you see Fluttershy coming back from her foray
“Alright, lets see here… place the petroleum jelly into the receptacle”
>Grabbing a stirring rod, she scoops a generous amount into the brazier
“Light the lighter and position both the hairspray and lighter away from you, directed towards the workspace”
>Taking the lighter, you flick it on, leaving your hand held away just enough from the metal bowl
“Once positioned, spray the-”
>WOOOMPH
>Looking up, you notice the flame over the jelly
“Nice job Flutters.”
>”Y-Y-Your h-hand!”
>Oh yeah, your hands on fire, it’s no big-
>Eyes widening, you shake your hand, the flame extinguishing in less than a second
>Phew…
>”I’m-I’m-I’m s-s-sor”
“It’s ok, it’s ok! It was barely a singe.”
>Turning to your partner, you see her hyperventilating, tears in her eyes
“Fluttershy, look at me.”
>Cupping her cheek, you make her look at you
“I’m fine, really. Look.”
>Holding up your hand for her to see, you rub her back
“See?”
>”yeah...”
“Alright, are we good now?”
>”yeah…”
“Are you sure?”
>Fluttershy looks you in the eyes
>”Yes.”
“Good, let's get back to it then.”

>Returning your attention back to the paper, the both of you measure out the powder, taking turns throwing them into the fire and recording the results
>”Oh my, that’s really pretty!”
>The fire turns a bright red color
“Yeah, it really is!”
>Documenting the reaction, you look at the next compound
“Ok, throw in the copper chloride.”
>Picking up the powder, she gingerly sprinkles it into the bowl
“-turns into a deep cobalt blue and… we’re done!”
>”That was fun.”
>You turn back to her
“Yeah, it was fun.”
>Turning back to clean everything up, you think you hear her mumbling
“Did you say something?”
>”Me? Oh, ummm… no, not really.”
“Oh, ok.”
>Returning the materials back to their proper place, the bell rings
“See you around Flutters.”
>”Y-You too!”
>Giving her a final wave, you begin your long trek to the gym

>As you near the gym, you see a pale blue girl with her eyes closed, wearing a pink skirt, her hair done in a ponytail, swaying from side to side
>Opening her eyes, she spots you
>”Heya Nonny!”
>This is gonna be good
“Heya Sonny, how are you!”
>”I’m doing great!” she smiles broadly and clicks her heels together
>You love this girl
>”Soooooo… I was wondering if you had some time…” stepping towards you, she trails her finger down your chest, gazing longingly into your eyes, “... to help me do something in the janitor's closet…”
>And you hate it when she gets this way
>Thankfully, she’s not like this all the time
“Sorry SonSon, but I’ve got other things to do, and besides…” leaning in close, you cup her ear and whisper, “... I heard they’re serving tacos in the cafeteria.”
>Pulling away, you see her eyes dilate to the size of ping pong balls
>”Did… you just say tacos?”
“That I did.”
>”But, I thought they had tacos on Tuesday, and today’s Wednesday…”
“Don’t tell anyone that I said this, but if you give the lunch lady the secret message, she’ll give you tacos!”
>”What’s the message? TellmeNonnyyougottatellmetellmetellmeTELLME!”
“What’s the magic word?”
>Huffing, she closes her eyes
>”Pretty please, with a cherry on top?”
“And do you promise not to tell anyone this?”
>She nods her head furiously
“Even Aria and Adagio?”
>”But-”
“You don’t want them having any of YOUR tacos now, do you?”
>Her face paints her confliction, sweat beading down her forehead
>If you listen closely enough, you can hear the sound of cogs grinding on one another
>”I promise.”
“Ok,” smiling, you pat her head, “the code word is [spoiler]pomegranates”[/spoiler]
>”Pomegranates?”
“SHHHH, not so loud!” looking around, you act as if someone might’ve heard it, “And remember, no one must know.”
>Motioning for her to go, she bolts to the cafeteria on her quest for tacos
>Content, you enter the locker room and head towards your locker

>Throughout your march, you notice a group of guys talking amongst themselves, staring at you
>Being a fan of juicy gossip -especially if it’s about you- you stop at your locker and fumble with the lock a bit, listening in to their conversation
>”-id you hear what Lyra said?”
>”Yeah, that’s disgusting! And how does that skank sleep around so much? He must have something, and why do Starlight and Trixie...”
>Tuning out the conversation, you open the door and strip away from your dressy attire
>It’s nothing new anyways
>After having thrown on your gym clothes, you feel a smack on your shoulder as you close the door
>”Hey Jolly Green Anon, ready for another day of nothing?”
“Sure thing, Spikey.”
>You turn around and smack Flash on the shoulder
>”OW! Hey, not so hard!” he whines, rubbing the spot you lightly tapped
>Giving him a shrug, you nod in the direction of the clique in the corner
“What did Lyra say this time?”
>”Lyra? Uhh, do you wanna hear what she said yesterday, or today?”
“Both.”
>”Alright. Uhhh, yesterday, she said that you gave her the... ummmm… ‘o’l lickeroo’ in the bathroom…”
>If Big Brother were listening, he’d hear your facepalm halfway across the world, and also facepalm in solidarity
“You can always count on Lyra to be her typical self. And today?”
>Flash forces a smile and taps his fingers together
>”Welllll…”
>What’d you do now, Lyra?
>”She might’ve said that, maybe, possibly-”
“Get to it Flash.”
>Taking a deep breath, he lays it on you
>”She said that you’d meet her at your locker at three and that you’d ‘go all the way’ and fuck her silly...”
“You’ve gotta be joking.”
>He shakes his head
>”Nope, that’s the truth, and she’s said other things that I’d rather not say, at least in public.”
“You have not been a good girl lately, Lyra…”
>”What was that, Anon?”
>Shaking your head, you breathe out a sigh in frustration
“Nothing, let's just get going.”
>Leaving the locker room with all the guys, you head outside with Flash leaving you and moving towards the bleachers
>Wanting to get a bit of an exercise in, you walk towards the track field and notice Lyra talking with a gaggle of girls
>She gives you a small smile and waves
>Don’t give away that you know what she said, just act like your usual self
>Returning her wave, you rotate away from her and admire the landscape before you
>The sky is peppered with clouds, the sun, partly covered up, hangs high above the treeline of the Evergreen Forest
>couldbeapainting.muse
>Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, you begin stretching
>As you bend down to touch your toes, you see a shadow looming over you
>”Hey stud, wanna bang?”

>Standing up and turning around, you notice a girl with a rainbow mane giving you a smirk
>This must’ve been the twenty-third time you’ve heard that line already
“Sorry sweetie, but I’m not in the mood.”
>You spin around and start jogging along the path, hearing another set of feet following you
>”Oh, come on baby!”
>Just ignore her, they always lose interest
>”You know you want to!”
>Ms. Skittles darts in front of you, jogging backwards
>”No one can resist The Dash!”
>Fuck, she is really annoying
>”I won’t stop until you say yes!”
>Don’t…
>”You’ll love it, hotstuff!”
>Give in…
>”We can-”
“You’re really short, you know that?”
>Shocked, she stops in her tracks with you crashing and toppling over her
>thatreallyhurt.ouch
>Picking yourself halfway off of her, you see her skin shift from blue to red
>You can practically feel the rage seeping out from her core
>”WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?”
>Oh shit...
>Why did you have to give in?
“You heard what I said, Smurfette!”
>Mouth, don’t make it worse, please!
>”THAT’S IT!”
>The ball of blue fury shoves you off of her
>Jumping off the ground, she towers over you
>”You, me. At three today. Behind the bleachers, and if you don’t show-”
>Leaning down, her hot breath beating against your face, she growls
>”-you’re mine.”
>After she stomps off, Flash runs up and kneels beside you
>”Dude, are you okay?”
“Me? Oh, I’m just dandy, admiring the wonderful view from down here. How about yourself?”
>He shakes his head, holding out his hand as you sit up
>”I swear, you’re either walking into trouble or causing it.”
>Taking his hand, you’re hoisted up
“Yeah, but it helps to keep things fresh.”
>”What was that about, anyway?”
>Massaging your temple, you cast your eyes downward
“It was me being a smartass…”
>”And?”
“Do I really have to?”
>He just gives you ‘the look’
“Listen, I called her short and now she’s challenging me to something at three.”
>”You really fucked up, you know that?”
“And why’s that?”
>Flash looks at you as if you spoke Arabic
>”That’s Dash, dude. The team captain of the soccer team? How do you not know this shit?”
“If you couldn’t tell already, I don’t focus my attention on every little thing that happens in the school!”
>He just pats your shoulder and looks you in the eye
>”Just… good luck man, you’re gonna need it.”
>Flash heads back to the bleachers, leaving you nonplussed
>Shaking the confusion aside, you try to get a good jog in
>Finishing your final lap, you all head back inside and change clothes
>The bell rings as you’re done throwing on your suit
>Adjusting your tie in the mirror one last time, you head off to history class, planning for what must be the ultimate showdown

>Before you could make the final turn to enter the last hallway, you’re yanked back and pushed up against the lockers lining the wall
>It’s Sonata
>And she’s pouting
>”There weren’t any tacos in the cafeteria!”
>Stamping her foot down, she gives you her angry face
>It’s more cute and endearing than scary, but it’s still a temper tantrum nonetheless
>Thinking on your feet, you concoct a most devious response
“I’m sorry Sonata, I think I gave you the wrong code word…”
>Your little blue goofball shoots you a look of betrayal
>”But… you said!”
>Whining in defeat, her gaze becomes downcast, staring at the cold, hard tile floor [spoiler]you monster[/spoiler]
>If tacos could break someone’s heart, it’d be Sonata’s
>And if tacos could destroy friendships, it’d destroy yours
“I know, I know I said the codeword was pomegranates, but I messed up and gave you last week’s code!” 
>You boop her on the nose, making her face scrunch up and look at you with confusion
“But don’t you worry, because Anonny Bonny will make it up to you tomorrow!”
>”Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
>”Ok!”
>Perking back up to her usual self, she skips down the hallway, disappearing from your sight
>’Brain…’
>Brain: Yes Anonymous?
>’Set a reminder to buy tacos tomorrow and have them brought to me after lunch’
>Brain: Of course, anything else?
>Tapping your chin as you enter the classroom, you set your backpack beside you as you sit down by the windows
>’Not at the moment, thank you’
>Brain: I’ll just… be here then… when you need me...
>Bending ov-
>Brain: Like I always do…
>...
>Bending ov-
>Brain: It’s not like-
>’Are you done?”
>...
>Bending over, you rifle through your pack and pull out your book, plopping it on top of the desk
>”Is it ok if I sit here?”
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>Be Sunset Shimmer
>Breathe, you can do this
>Just leave this bathroom stall, walk to class and talk to him
>But… But what if he says no?
>He could hate you! A-And laugh at you!
>You’re not ready for this
>You feel like you’re gonna vomit
>Why does this have to be so difficult?
>It’s just talking to a guy…
>Who’s extremely nice, and cute, and sexy, and-
>Great, now you’re horny…
>Nauseous and horny…
>Leaning against the stall, you close your eyes and rub your face
>This is hopeless…
>THWACK
>Surprised that you slapped yourself, you shake your head to get rid of the delusions
>You know what, who cares if he says no!
>It shouldn’t matter to you!
>Your Sunset fucking Shimmer, that’s what!
“Yeah!”
>Now go out there and get that piece of ass, you!
>Standing up, you stride towards the classroom and stand outside by the door
>Peering in, you see Anon sitting by the windows deep in thought
>And now you’re having second thoughts, fantastic…
>Walk in, don’t say something stupid, and remember: stay cool
>They can sense your fear
>Trudging softly to the table, you breathe in one final time as you notice him grabbing a textbook from his pack
“Is it ok if I sit here?”
>Looking up, he gives you a warm smile
>”Absolutely not.”
“Wh-what?”

>He starts laughing in your face
>You knew this would happen!
>Why’d you think this was a good id-
>”I’m just kidding, sure you can!”
>Patting the top of the chair, he motions for you to sit down
>That was… something
>Setting down your own pack, you sit down beside him and turn towards him
>”I never really got the chance to talk to you! What’s your name?”
“Oh, my name’s Sunsh-Sunset Shimmer!”
>He giggles upon hearing that
>Smooth Sunny, very smooth
>”Well hi there Sunsh-Sunset Shimmer, I’m Anon!”
>The bell rings as Ms. Harshwinny enters the classroom and writes on the chalkboard ‘read pages 148-163’
>”You can choose to read alone, or you can read with a partner.”
>Opening up your pack, you notice you left your textbook at home
>Awww nartz!
>Shifting your attention from your backpack to Anon, you notice he’s already reading
>Tapping his shoulder, he turns to you as you give him a sheepish smile
“I forgot to bring my book today, is it ok if we can read together?”
>”Sure thing!”
>He moves the book in between the two of you, scooching his chair close to you
>Touching you...
>Sweet Celestia, you’re touching!
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“Th-thanks!”
>”No problem.”
>Anon’s finger trails down the page, stopping at the start of a new paragraph
>Who new history could be so… sensual
>You can already feel your nether regions burning with a sense of passion
>”Do you wanna alternate paragraphs or read certain parts?”
>Calm down, remember, stay cool
“Either or is fine with me.”
>”Sounds good, we’ll alternate.”
>Clearing his throat, he begins reading the first paragraph
>”During the year 1914…”

”-and the war came to a conclusion in the year 1918”
>Leaning back, finally finished with the boredom, you look up to check the clock
>2:15
>”Huh, seems like we still have thirty minutes of class left.”
“Oh, HAHA y-yeah, ummm, it seems like we do!”
>Please, please tell me you didn’t notice that, Anon
>”Sooooo… what do you do for fun?”
>Composing yourself, you look him in the eyes
>He’s so… dreamy
>No Sunset, focus
“I just hang out with my friends mostly, but I do read a lot. What about you?”
>”Nice, I mainly just watch cartoons, play some video games or listen to some tunes, y’know?”
“Yeah, I get that. What kind of music do you listen to?”
>You bet he listens to pop music or something else boys usually like
>”I usually jam it out to some metal or-”
>Did he just say... METAL?!
>”-but I also like swing music too.”
>HE DID SAY METAL!
>”What about you?”
“MET-metal.”
>Flipping your hair over your shoulder, you act as if that outburst never happened
>Great, he’s laughing again
>”So what kind of METAL,” Anon starts banging his head, holding his hand up in the sky with his index and pinkie finger out, “bands do you listen to?”
“Oh, the usual: Black Sabbath, Metallica, Judas Priest and Anthrax, among others, you?”
>”Korn, System of a Down, Slipknot and Five Finger Death Punch, ‘among others.’”
>Anon gestures a parentheses with his fingers, grinning and giving you a wink
>He’s flirting with you, your sure of it
>If there’s ever a time to shoot your shot, now’s the chance
“An-”
>The bell signals the end of class, rudely interrupting-
>THE BELL?

>Quickly looking at the clock, you notice it’s been thirty minutes
>Have you both been talking for thirty minutes already!?
>It felt like less than five!
>Turning back around, you see Anon throwing on his backpack
>nonononono
“Hey Anon!”
>”Yeah Sunny?”
>You’re already using pet names!
>Keeping yourself from swooning, you steady yourself on the table
“I was wondering if you were free later tonight and wanted to catch a movie sometime.”
>”Sure, sounds fun,” opening up his pack, he takes out a notebook and tears a piece of paper out, scribbling something down, “here’s my number, shoot me a line whenever.”
>hejustgaveyouhisnumber!
>And with that, he struts out of the room with a smile on his face
>He’s looking forward to it, too!
>Taking out your phone, you save his number in your contacts as “TheBabe”
>No wait, “YourBabe”
>Muuuuuch better...
>And while your at it, might as well text the girls, too
>You flip over to the group chat and text your friends ‘I’m in’
>Putting your phone back in your pocket, you rush out of the school to your car and pull out of the parking lot
>You’re gonna need to find a movie for the both of you to watch!
>And maybe even a place for dinner!
>A-And you’ll need to let off some steam, too...
>You wanna last and impress him in bed and not make a fool of yourself, right?
>Driving to your apartment at breakneck speeds, you can’t help but vibrate in your seat
>But no matter how giddy you are right now, there’s still something you can’t shake out of your mind
>How does a boy like him listen to metal?
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>Be Rainbow Dash
>You’ve been waiting behind the bleachers ever since school let out
>He’s probably not even going to show, the little bitch
>And even if he did, you’ll cream his ass anyways
>They don’t call you ‘The Dash’ for nothing
>Tapping your feet, you cross your arms and look between the gaps of the bleachers
>Still nothing
>Might as well stretch, again
>Bending down and touching your toes, you don’t notice a shadow overcoming you
>”Alright, what’s the deal Dash?”
>Standing up, you see Anon with his eyebrow raised
“So, the big oaf did show up after all!
>His demeanor and stance doesn’t change as you rest a fist on your hip
>”You still haven’t answered my question.”
>Looking off to the soccer field, you declare your challenge
“We’re gonna race, and if I win, you have to do anything I say!
>”Now just you wait a minute!”
>Turning back towards him, you put on your best crying face
“Wh-whut? Is the big scaredy cat scarewed of a wittle wace?
>You mock wiping your tears away as you laugh
>”Ha ha, very funny.”
>This just makes you laugh even harder
“It’s hilarious!”
>”Point is, this is rigged from the start.”
>Upon hearing this, you stop laughing
“What do you mean ‘rigged?’”
>Anon crosses his arms
>”I mean you’re doing something you're really good at, better than most people, and it’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, dumbass, now let's go!”
>Tugging on his arm, you try to move him onto the field
>But he doesn’t budge
>”Afraid you’ll lose at something that I’m good at? Are you a wittle dickwet?”
“You did NOT just call me a dicklet!”
>”And what if I did?”
>You’re gonna wipe that smug smile off his stupid face...
“You’re on, pussy, name your game!”
>”I’m not telling you… yet...”
>Holding his head up like the condescending bastard he is, he keeps his smirk
“That’s not fair!”
>”Life isn’t fair, airhead, so let's go.”
>Marching off onto the field, he leaves you behind
>You follow after him

>The two of you line up at one of the goal posts
“Alright, I’ll try to make this simple for you since I know you boys aren’t the brightest-”
>Anon snickers in response to that comment
“This-” you smack the post for emphasis “-is where soccer balls are shot at, can you say soc-cer-ball?”
>He keeps quiet
>That’s right, know your place
“We’ll be running from this one to the other one at the other side, THEN, we’ll be running back here. Understand?”
>”Sorry, I can’t speak retard, can you say that again, but in English please?”
“UUURR DUURRR, I’M SO CLEVER, I’M ANNNNOOOOON! I LIKE RAINBOWS AND EATING PUSSY!”
>His face contorts into that of pure anger
>What’s this big, red button do?
“ALLLLLL NIIIIIIGHT LOOOOONG!”
>”Are we gonna start soon, or just stand around like two idiots?
>Ahhhh, you were really hoping that button would make him do something interesting for once!
“Ok, ok. On three!”
>You position yourself in a running stance
“One!”
>You notice him positioning himself in a similar stance
“Two!”
>He doesn’t stand a chance
“Three!”
>Bolting off across the field, you leave him in the dust
>This is too easy…
>After tapping the post, you turn around and dart back
>He was only 3/4ths of the way to where you were just at!
>Finishing the rest of the race with a light jog, you lean against the post and wait for him
>He stumbles up to you, bending over and panting
“You ready to do what I say, loser?”
>”Wait… a second…”
“Ok, I’ll wait for you to catch your breath before you shout ‘yes mommy!’”
>After gulping in a couple of breathes, he stands back up
>”You forgot something, Turbo.”
“And that is?”
>”It’s time for my challenge now...”
>Oh shit
>You did forget about that
“It doesn’t change a thing, I’ll still beat you!”
>”Humor me.”
>Fine, you’ll play his little game
“So, what is it we’ll be doing then, baking?
>He just stands there and smiles
>”Wrestling.”
“WHAT!”
>Wrestling?
“BUT YOU’RE A BOY!”
>”And?”
“N-No, I don’t hit boys! I’m not doing this!”
>”Ah, afraid you’ll get beat by a boy?”
>You’re better than this, Rainbow, just ignore him
>”You are! Oh, how precious!”
>Don’t give in…
>”That is so C-UTE!”
>He puts his face right in front of yours
>Don’t…
>”Or maybe it’s because you know you can’t beat me!”
>Give in…
>”That has to be-”
“Fine!”
>Shoving him away from you, you get yourself ready
“Two out of Three!”
>”Better not go easy on me, Ms. Strong…”
>You’ll dial it back to a two
>Don’t want to hurt him afterall

>Getting into position, he lunges for you
“WH-”
>Grabbing you by your waist, he slams you down into the soft grass
>Lying there, you wait for the spinning to stop
“How?”
>”How? How about we restart? I could tell you were holding back there.”
>You can’t lose this, no more holding back
>Standing back up, you ready yourself once again, the both of you circling one another
>He stomps in your direction, trying to fake you out, but you hold your ground
>Stomping again, you try diving towards him and catching his midsection, but you’re caught by the shoulders and thrown to the ground
>He is much stronger than he looks
>Holding out a hand, he offers to pick you up
>Swatting it away, you jump up and ready yourself again
>As you circle one another, you decide to test the limits
>Pounding the ground with your foot, you advance quickly, only to retreat
>You see his shoulders tense a little bit from that as he readied himself to grapple you
>Perfect
>You pound the ground again, advance and notice him reaching his arms out towards you
>Retreating a step, you take the opportunity by leaping to the side and tackle him to the ground
>”Not bad…”
>Picking himself back up, the both of you circle one another for the last time
>After what seems like minutes of the both of you trying to cause the other to slip up, he springs towards you and clutches your shoulders
>Not wanting to be thrown to the ground again, you seize his shoulders as well, pushing against his weight
>“You’re going down!”
”Not if I have anything to say about it!”
>He just smiles
>”You know what’s strange, Dash?”
>Where is he getting at…
“What?”
>”With just a little pull and twist-”
>He removes one of his hands from your shoulder, placing it on your back and pulling him towards you
“WOA-”
>”You can do this!”
>Turning his body in one swift motion, he lands on the ground on top of you
>You… lost
>”Pretty cool, right?”
>To a boy…
>Getting off of you, he offers his hand again
>”Truce?”
>Might as well
>Taking his hand, your hoisted up from the ground
“You’re... alright, Anon.”
>”I’m just alright? Hell no, Dash, I’m damn fine!”
>You roll your eyes as he licks his finger and makes a sizzling noise
>And that’s when you remember
“Wait, we’re tied!”
>A look of confusion washes over Anon’s face
>”What do you mean?”
“I mean that I won my game, and you won yours! We still need to settle this!”
>”Oh yeah, you’re right.”
>And you know just where to take him
“Tomorrow afterschool, you and I are taking a little trip to finish this.”
>”And where would we be heading to, sunshine?”
>Giving him your cheekiest smile, you wink at him
“I’m not telling you… yet!”
>He gives you a look of approval mixed with a hint of disdain
>”I walked into that, I’ll admit it.”
>The both of you laugh for a bit
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then!”
>”So long, speedster!”
>And with that, you head to the parking lot and drive home in the Dash Mobile