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Anon - Tsundere Trixie (unfinished)

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>You are Anonymous
>18 and in your senior year at Canterlot High
>It’s that fucking time of the year again
>Fall Formal
>Maybe you were some sort of beta loser, but you were never a fan of high school dances
>In fact you hated even the thought of them
>You had yet to attend one, and you wanted to keep it that way
>But alas, it is your senior year, and something is pulling at your thoughts saying “Fuck it dude, do it once just so you can say you experienced it.”
>You aren’t even sure who you’d ask but the thought has been wracking your mind lately
>”Hey Anon”
“Oh Hey Fluttershy, how are you on this fine morning?”
>You had been so wrapped up in your thinking that you had almost completely forgotten you were walking to school
>As usual, you walked past Fluttershy’s house and the two of you would walk the rest of the way together
>Fluttershy had been the closest thing to a best friend you had had since you transferred to Canterlot High during your freshman year
>It was weird to you, having a girl as a best friend, but she always tried to be there for you, and you the same for her
>”I’m feeling pretty good this morning, Anon, how about you?”
>You never feel “good” in the morning, you never sleep enough, and it’s probably quite apparent to the rest of the world
“I’m feeling great.”
>a bit of a fib, but you don’t like to poison the rest of the world with your problems
>”That’s nice Anon. So… have you thought about who you’re taking to the Fall Formal this year?”
>a light hearted joke, she knew how much you disliked dances, she wasn’t a huge fan herself, as far as you knew
>You both have a quick chuckle
“You know, in all seriousness, I was actually considering going this year, just because, you know, last year at high school and all.”
>She gives you a surprised look
>”R-really now Anon? So, I guess, uhm, did you have anybody you were planning on asking yet?”
“No, not really, maybe, I don’t know. It really only crossed my mind for the first time a couple nights ago.”
>”Hmm, well, uhm, that’s… interesting…”
>The two of you had already made it to the school’s courtyard
>These walks don’t take long enough.
>There’s a slight awkward silence, that’s not a fun feel, time to break that
“Fuuuck, I hate school.”
>Fluttershy seems somewhat angry about something now, but seems alright with the subject change
>”Well, at least we’re almost out of here, just look at it that way, Anon.”
>Any other person wouldn’t have picked up that she was angry, but you had known her for so long now
“You alright Flutters?”
>She looks down at the ground for a second, then looks back at you
“Yeah, I just forgot to do that stupid assignment Mr. Neigh gave us for anatomy.”
>It WAS a stupid assignment; the whole class was tedious, nothing more than vocabulary memorization
“Did you want to copy mine?”
>”No, it’s 8th period, I should be able to get it done.”
“Well okay then, I guess I’ll see you at lunch. Later.”
>You can tell that’s not what she was angry about, but, meh she’ll be fine
>Women.
>As per usual, you go through your morning classes in half-ass mode, because you can’t be bothered to care about this stupid shit
>It was high school; you could not show up and have straight A’s
>The only notable class you had all morning was cooking, which wasn’t mentally challenging at all, but it was always interesting seeing Pinkie Pie.
>She was your cooking partner; that should really sum it up
>She was one of Fluttershy’s friends, and because of that your friend
>Then again she was everyone’s friend, extroverted as could be
>Even within her closest circle of friends you don’t think she really had a “best” friend, which would have bothered you, but she seemed happy enough
>”So, Nonny, I heard you’re going to FALL FORMAL~ this year!”
>Fluttershy must have told her in one of her morning classes
>And Pinkie said that just loud enough for everyone to stare into your little cooking corner
>You don’t look, but you can only imagine condescending glares coupled with “Wow the freak is going to do something normal for once” thoughts
>Given it’s a cooking class it’s filled with jocks and dumb sluts
>You aren’t too concerned with their opinions, but wowzer do you regret this class choice sometimes
>You give Pinkie a “Quiet the fuck down, you know I hate that shit” glare, and nod yes.
>She luckily takes the hint and asks you in a much quieter voice
>”So, who you gonna take nonny?”
“I don’t know Pinkie, I’ll figure it out.”
>”Well okay, but just so you know you won’t regret it, it’ll be super-duper fun, I pinkie promise!”
>You give her another nod and finish up with you baking assignment
>Really early too, pretty badass having Pinkie as a partner, in that regard
>She’s distracted talking some of the other students, and you have a good 15 minutes to kill
>You ask the teacher if you can use the restroom, grab your shit and leave to go walk the halls
>because fuck socializing
>You put on your headphones and tune in to some patrish beats
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mZqGxkYOFY
>You’re feeling pretty on top of the world now, listening to your tunes away from everyone else and finally getting over how exhausted you are from lack of sleep
>maybe you should go to bed earlier
>nah fuck that, the night’s cool
>As you cruise down the hallways you notice the qt3.14/10 blue girl you always check out
>Yes, Trixie, she must be late for some reason again
>You knew a bit about her, she was sort of an outcast because of her overbearing attitude, and how full of herself she was
>That and she wasn’t born into a rich family, that weighed in more than one might think at Canterlot high
>It was part of the reason you were looked down upon by the more “normal” sorts at the school
>For whatever reason you found all of that attractive
>Something just screamed to you like “Hey, she may seem like a cunt, but I bet she’s cool if you get to know her.”
>Of course, given your less than outgoing nature, you had yet to make an attempt to get to know her
>In all of your thinking you completely forget you’ve been awkwardly staring at her the whole time while you’ve been walking
>You really need to quit narrating your life through inner monologue
>She’s giving you a weird look, and you immediately break eye contact and continue down the hallway
>before you know it you just barely hear the sound of the lunch bell
>To bad you’re on the other side of the school
>Oh well, last to lunch again, not like you care
>You get your generic government issued food and head over to sit down
>You typically sit with the Eco kids, simply because Fluttershy sits there
>Plus the eco table is the only one not full of pretentious douchebags
>Pretty open minded fellows, nice taste in music
>You even jammed with them off and on
>You couldn’t stand the rocker table, obsessed generic pleb shit
>and best of all the didn’t judge by materialistic standards, since most of them weren’t born into riches either
>You fit in relatively well
>You sit down next to Fluttershy
“Did you get your anatomy done?”
>”What? OH! I mean, uhm… yeah.”
“Well that’s good. So, you told Pinkie I was going to the Fall Formal?”
>”Oh, Anon, I’m sorry did you not want anyone to know? Did she make a scene or something, I’m so sorry Anon. I’m really sorr-“
“No it’s fine, she made a bit of one, but that’s just Pinkie, you know? It’s all good.”
>”O-oh, okay, so, uhm… have you thought about who you’re going to ask to the fall formal?”
“Well, not really, but….”
>You think back to how you always wanted to get to know Trixie better
>You quickly glance over to the table she sits at
>Just her and Vinyl
>”…but what Anon?”
>She looks at you expectantly
>You look at Trixie and then back to her
“Do you really want to know?”
>”Well, sure Anon, I don’t see why not.”
“Trixie,maybe,Idon’tknow”
>You mumble your words at the end
>She gives you a confused look
>“Why would you ever? She’s like, uhm, a huge….. bitch.”
>Her volume decreased with every word
>She has that passive angry look again
>Could she…
>No, there’s no way, you’ve been friends for so long
“I don’t know she’s just… I feel like if I got to know her she’d be cool.”
>”It’s just, well, are you sure you want to do that?”
>You think about it for a moment
>She looks at you and then quietly says
>”Well if that’s what you want Anon, you should go ask her.”
“Are you sure, I don’t know, she probably won’t say yes anyway.”
>”Well you won’t know unless you try.”
>That’s a bit hypocritical of her to say, but you don’t comment
>Fuck it; it’s your last year, who cares if you smear your image
“Okay, I’ll give it an attempt.”
>She nods
>You get up and head over to Trixie’s table
>Everyone else is sitting down, so you stick out like a sore thumb
>You know you’re getting stares again
>You sit down at the table
>Trixie and Vinyl just stare at you
>Fuck this is awkward as fuck, why did you do this to yourself
“So…”
>Trixie interrupts you
>“What brings a freak like you to Trixie’s table?”
>Ouch, this is bad, none of this is good
>Vinyl is snickering at your predicament
>Trixie is blushing hardcore
>Meh fuck it, go full alpha, this situation is to spaghetti and beta ridden to be saved by anything else
“Would you perhaps like to attend the Fall formal with me?”
>She somehow blushes hard then she was and says in a very loud voice
>”AS IF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WOULD ATTEND THE FALL FORMAL WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!”
>Everyone stares
>Why the fuck did you do this
>Well, fuck this shit rejection hurts, a lot, especially when it’s that public
>You sit back down with the eco kids
>Fluttershy tries to tell you how it’s not so bad, but you know she’s just lying to try to make the situation less awful

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>You are Anonymous
>18 and in your senior year at Canterlot High
>It’s that fucking time of the year again
>Fall Formal
>Maybe you were some sort of beta loser, but you were never a fan of high school dances
>In fact you hated even the thought of them
>You had yet to attend one, and you wanted to keep it that way
>But alas, it is your senior year, and something is pulling at your thoughts saying “Fuck it dude, do it once just so you can say you experienced it.”
>You aren’t even sure who you’d ask but the thought has been wracking your mind lately
>”Hey Anon”
“Oh Hey Fluttershy, how are you on this fine morning?”
>You had been so wrapped up in your thinking that you had almost completely forgotten you were walking to school 
>As usual, you walked past Fluttershy’s house and the two of you would walk the rest of the way together
>Fluttershy had been the closest thing to a best friend you had had since you transferred to Canterlot High during your freshman year
>It was weird to you, having a girl as a best friend, but she always tried to be there for you, and you the same for her
>”I’m feeling pretty good this morning, Anon, how about you?”
>You never feel “good” in the morning, you never sleep enough, and it’s probably quite apparent to the rest of the world
“I’m feeling great.”
>a bit of a fib, but you don’t like to poison the rest of the world with your problems
>”That’s nice Anon. So… have you thought about who you’re taking to the Fall Formal this year?”
>a light hearted joke, she knew how much you disliked dances, she wasn’t a huge fan herself, as far as you knew
>You both have a quick chuckle
“You know, in all seriousness, I was actually considering going this year, just because, you know, last year at high school and all.”
>She gives you a surprised look
>”R-really now Anon? So, I guess, uhm, did you have anybody you were planning on asking yet?”
“No, not really, maybe, I don’t know. It really only crossed my mind for the first time a couple nights ago.”
>”Hmm, well, uhm, that’s… interesting…”
>The two of you had already made it to the school’s courtyard
>These walks don’t take long enough.
>There’s a slight awkward silence, that’s not a fun feel, time to break that
“Fuuuck, I hate school.”
>Fluttershy seems somewhat angry about something now, but seems alright with the subject change
>”Well, at least we’re almost out of here, just look at it that way, Anon.”
>Any other person wouldn’t have picked up that she was angry, but you had known her for so long now
“You alright Flutters?”
>She looks down at the ground for a second, then looks back at you
“Yeah, I just forgot to do that stupid assignment Mr. Neigh gave us for anatomy.”
>It WAS a stupid assignment; the whole class was tedious, nothing more than vocabulary memorization
“Did you want to copy mine?”
>”No, it’s 8th period, I should be able to get it done.”
“Well okay then, I guess I’ll see you at lunch. Later.”
>You can tell that’s not what she was angry about, but, meh she’ll be fine
>Women.
>As per usual, you go through your morning classes in half-ass mode, because you can’t be bothered to care about this stupid shit
>It was high school; you could not show up and have straight A’s
>The only notable class you had all morning was cooking, which wasn’t mentally challenging at all, but it was always interesting seeing Pinkie Pie.
>She was your cooking partner; that should really sum it up
>She was one of Fluttershy’s friends, and because of that your friend
>Then again she was everyone’s friend, extroverted as could be
>Even within her closest circle of friends you don’t think she really had a “best” friend, which would have bothered you, but she seemed happy enough
>”So, Nonny, I heard you’re going to FALL FORMAL~ this year!”
>Fluttershy must have told her in one of her morning classes
>And Pinkie said that just loud enough for everyone to stare into your little cooking corner
>You don’t look, but you can only imagine condescending glares coupled with “Wow the freak is going to do something normal for once” thoughts
>Given it’s a cooking class it’s filled with jocks and dumb sluts
>You aren’t too concerned with their opinions, but wowzer do you regret this class choice sometimes
>You give Pinkie a “Quiet the fuck down, you know I hate that shit” glare, and nod yes.
>She luckily takes the hint and asks you in a much quieter voice
>”So, who you gonna take nonny?”
“I don’t know Pinkie, I’ll figure it out.”
>”Well okay, but just so you know you won’t regret it, it’ll be super-duper fun, I pinkie promise!”
>You give her another nod and finish up with you baking assignment
>Really early too, pretty badass having Pinkie as a partner, in that regard
>She’s distracted talking some of the other students, and you have a good 15 minutes to kill
>You ask the teacher if you can use the restroom, grab your shit and leave to go walk the halls
>because fuck socializing
>You put on your headphones and tune in to some patrish beats
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mZqGxkYOFY
>You’re feeling pretty on top of the world now, listening to your tunes away from everyone else and finally getting over how exhausted you are from lack of sleep
>maybe you should go to bed earlier
>nah fuck that, the night’s cool
>As you cruise down the hallways you notice the qt3.14/10 blue girl you always check out
>Yes, Trixie, she must be late for some reason again
>You knew a bit about her, she was sort of an outcast because of her overbearing attitude, and how full of herself she was
>That and she wasn’t born into a rich family, that weighed in more than one might think at Canterlot high
>It was part of the reason you were looked down upon by the more “normal” sorts at the school
>For whatever reason you found all of that attractive
>Something just screamed to you like “Hey, she may seem like a cunt, but I bet she’s cool if you get to know her.”
>Of course, given your less than outgoing nature, you had yet to make an attempt to get to know her
>In all of your thinking you completely forget you’ve been awkwardly staring at her the whole time while you’ve been walking
>You really need to quit narrating your life through inner monologue
>She’s giving you a weird look, and you immediately break eye contact and continue down the hallway
>before you know it you just barely hear the sound of the lunch bell
>To bad you’re on the other side of the school
>Oh well, last to lunch again, not like you care
>You get your generic government issued food and head over to sit down
>You typically sit with the Eco kids, simply because Fluttershy sits there
>Plus the eco table is the only one not full of pretentious douchebags
>Pretty open minded fellows, nice taste in music
>You even jammed with them off and on
>You couldn’t stand the rocker table, obsessed generic pleb shit
>and best of all the didn’t judge by materialistic standards, since most of them weren’t born into riches either
>You fit in relatively well
>You sit down next to Fluttershy
“Did you get your anatomy done?”
>”What? OH! I mean, uhm… yeah.”
“Well that’s good. So, you told Pinkie I was going to the Fall Formal?”
>”Oh, Anon, I’m sorry did you not want anyone to know? Did she make a scene or something, I’m so sorry Anon. I’m really sorr-“
“No it’s fine, she made a bit of one, but that’s just Pinkie, you know? It’s all good.”
>”O-oh, okay, so, uhm… have you thought about who you’re going to ask to the fall formal?”
“Well, not really, but….”
>You think back to how you always wanted to get to know Trixie better
>You quickly glance over to the table she sits at
>Just her and Vinyl
>”…but what Anon?”
>She looks at you expectantly
>You look at Trixie and then back to her
“Do you really want to know?”
>”Well, sure Anon, I don’t see why not.”
“Trixie,maybe,Idon’tknow”
>You mumble your words at the end
>She gives you a confused look
>“Why would you ever? She’s like, uhm, a huge….. bitch.”
>Her volume decreased with every word
>She has that passive angry look again
>Could she…
>No, there’s no way, you’ve been friends for so long
“I don’t know she’s just… I feel like if I got to know her she’d be cool.”
>”It’s just, well, are you sure you want to do that?”
>You think about it for a moment
>She looks at you and then quietly says
>”Well if that’s what you want Anon, you should go ask her.”
“Are you sure, I don’t know, she probably won’t say yes anyway.”
>”Well you won’t know unless you try.”
>That’s a bit hypocritical of her to say, but you don’t comment
>Fuck it; it’s your last year, who cares if you smear your image
“Okay, I’ll give it an attempt.”
>She nods
>You get up and head over to Trixie’s table
>Everyone else is sitting down, so you stick out like a sore thumb
>You know you’re getting stares again
>You sit down at the table
>Trixie and Vinyl just stare at you
>Fuck this is awkward as fuck, why did you do this to yourself
“So…”
>Trixie interrupts you
>“What brings a freak like you to Trixie’s table?”
>Ouch, this is bad, none of this is good
>Vinyl is snickering at your predicament
>Trixie is blushing hardcore
>Meh fuck it, go full alpha, this situation is to spaghetti and beta ridden to be saved by anything else
“Would you perhaps like to attend the Fall formal with me?”
>She somehow blushes hard then she was and says in a very loud voice
>”AS IF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WOULD ATTEND THE FALL FORMAL WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!”
>Everyone stares
>Why the fuck did you do this
>Well, fuck this shit rejection hurts, a lot, especially when it’s that public
>You sit back down with the eco kids
>Fluttershy tries to tell you how it’s not so bad, but you know she’s just lying to try to make the situation less awful

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