Norman and Vinyl Chapter 2

>you begin to hang out with Vinyl on lunch break for the rest of the week

>she's laid back, and also funny

>a fun gal just to chill with

>the Fall Dance is on Friday

>it's not Prom, so you don't really need to dance with someone else

>still though, you really want to ask Aryan Beauty

>dress code is no slippers, tank tops, booty shorts, hats

>you don't have to dress formal

>but damn you can't wear your beanie

>lunch break on Friday

>you don't see Vinyl eating in the lunchroom

>she's probably doing last minute preparations in the gym along with Pinkie

>you're in line, waiting to get a hot dog

>you hear some gossip from a few girls in fornt of you

>"Yeah, I heard that racist guy has been hitting on the DJ girl."

>"Yeah, I saw him eating lunch with her the other day."

>"He also hangs out with Rarity too."

>"I guess he only likes the white ones."

>"Figures."

>you're a little annoyed, since they're talking right in front of you

>shit, not my fault that you girls are boring bitches

>you order a hot dog and not bother sitting down

>you quickly eat your lunch and walk straight to the gym

>you were right, you see Pinkie and Vinyl making last minute decorations

>you also see Aryan Beauty hanging streamers along the walls and ceiling

>this could be a great time to ask her to the dance

>but then you realize it sounds like you want to date her

>what if she says no

>it might seem awkward

>you begin to have second thoughts

>No, you know what? I'll ask her anyways

>you walk up to Rarity

>h-hey Rara.."

>you already fucked yourself

>"Oh hello Norman darling. Is something the matter?"

>she notices your stuttering

>you feel your hands shake a bit

"Would you..."

>"Would I what?"

"Would you put some streamers near the rafters over there?"

>GODDAMMIT

>"Of course, I was planning on doing it anyways. Thanks for reminding me."

>she gives a slight smile and walks off

>your a disgrace

>your self-decrepitaion is noticed by Vinyl

>"Smooth moves there bud."

"Yeah."

>her sarcasm actually cheers you up a bit

>"It's not a romantic dance, y'know?"

"Yeah I know."

>Still would have been fun to dance with Aryan Beauty

>"Just have fun with it man. Dance with your friends."

"I don't have many friends."

>you talk to Brad, but he can be a massive faggot sometimes

>Scott is pretty cool, but he's an actual faggot

>you help Purple and her friends, but you don't feel really close to them

>"What, you anti-social or something? Go make some friends."

>you actually do want some friends, but most of the school thinks your racist, which makes a lot of people avoid talking to you

"I would, but people think I'm a racist, and avoid me."

>she looks at you with confusion

>"Wait. You're the racist people keep talking about?"

"Yup"

>"But you're cool though."

>wow that compliment, no one ever called you cool before except Apple Bloom and her friends

"Thanks"

>"So why do they think you're a racist?"

"My first day at school, I said what's wrong with these poeple and their skin color. You see, where I come from, people aren't blue, green, yellow, or purple skinned. I guess someone overheard me and then the rumor spread all around the school."

>"Oh ok, that makes sense. You were just totally new and didn't know anything about this place."

"Basically."

>"Well, the dance is a perfect time to show people just how cool you are."

"I guess."

>"Yeah. And you'll have some fun too. I got some great music ready for this dance, and Pinkie got an after-party planned."

"Really, she didn't tell me."

>"I guess"