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CanterU: Day 1+ Monday

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Welcome to CanterU: Simply Epic+ edition!
The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3
>Ah sweet, dream time.
>Wait a sec, you don't know you're dreaming. You can't cheat a lucid dream.
>It's a blank empty room and of course:
>Your favorite girl is there.
>Who was that again?
[spoiler]Fem-[/spoiler]
>She's moving her body like no one was watching. And not like, Miley Cyrus twerking.
>The undulating of her body is only highlighted moreso by the many necklaces she's wearing.
>When you die, you wanna be buried inside THAT jewelry store.
>As you continue to watch your private show, you start to notice a nearby window.
>An odd buzzing noise is coming from it.
>THAT'S THE THUNDER BOOTY TALKIN'
>Nah, brah, it's getting louder. So loud that you're now awake.
>Fuck.
>Damn alarms.
>They all up in your grill.
>What's the time anyway?
>7:30...
A. Get up
B. Back to bed
>You might as well get up.
>After all...
>Who knows what wonderful surprises are in store for you today?!
[spoiler]other than me, OP, and a select few[/spoiler]
>You get up and see Spike tapping away at his computer.
>Did he even sleep?
"I slept before. I've only been playing since, uh, 6."
>This kid.
>You gotta watch out for him.
>The last thing you want is for him to get addicted and fail out.
[spoiler]Right?[/spoiler]
>You noogie him affectionately and get showered and dressed.
"Don't forget classes start soon, okay Anon?"
>That's right.
>Class.
>That's what you paid for, isn't it.
>And you don't even have a schedule...
>You decide to head out to the admissions office [spoiler]or whatever it's called[/spoiler] to get this sorted out.
>Eventually you make it there.
>Inside, you see a tired looking girl in a purple sweater checking a computer.
>Uh, hello?
"Yes, how can I help you?"
>Well, Miss- "Cheerilee...", can start by giving you a schedule.
"Name?"
>Anon.
"And last?"
>Err, it's [REDACTED].
>She sighs wearily and prints you out a paper with your classes.
English at 9
Art History at 10
Psychology at 11
>Three other classes are filled out, but they have check boxes next to them.
>All sciences...
>What are they for?
"They're basically breadth courses. Just choose one."
A. Chemistry
B. Physics
C. Biology
>Physics should be interesting.
>You took a course on it in high school, so it might come easy to you.
"Well, ok. You're all set. Have a nice day."
>She gloomily goes back to her computer work as you exit the office.
>She's sort of a drag, like a [spoiler]cigarette.[/spoiler]
>So, what's the schedule officially...?
MWF
English: 9:00 AM
Art History: 10:00 AM
TR:
Physics: 10:00 AM
Physics lab: 2:00 PM
Psychology: 3:00 PM
>Lot's of free time.
>Perfect.
>You check your watch.
>8:00.
A. Breakfast
B. Vidya
C. Sleep for a bit
>Your stomach calls you forth.
>Nothing wrong with an early breakfast.
>You head on out to the dining hall.
>Those Campus Maps they have around the school really help.
>You finally find the large-ish hall, filled with other students mingling and filled with new-school-excitement.
>It's really cool, being able to come here.
>Sure, you left all your old friends and Fem-
>But this is a new experience.
>And you'll be sure to make the most of it.
>You get some food to eat and can out the situation, eventually deciding to sit alone for a bit.
>Maybe your swag will summon forth other freshmen to your table.
>yfw it doesn't work.
>You realize that in order to make friends, you'll have to make the effort.
>Time?
>8:30.
A. Head to class early
B. Dorm for a bit
>Why not be a suck up?
>It's always good to get on a teacher's good side.
>So, why not start now.
>You head on head over to English.
>Maybe you could try out your new phone too.
Spike (Don't forget to go to class bro): I know. You don't have to watch over me Anon.
>yfw A little brother type
>You reach the classroom door and step into the brave new world of college classes.
>To your surprise, it's not that crowded.
>Then again, it is 8:45.
>The teacher is nowhere to be seen either.
>So much for first impressions.
>You sit down and start doodling in your notebook.
[spoiler]back in high school, many of your friends thought your art was good. In fact, Fem-[/spoiler]
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a door closing.
>Hard.
"Hey! What are you doing in my seat?"
>You turn and see the rainbow haired girl glaring in your direction.
>No, there's no one else in the room.
>So, she's glaring at you.
A. ignore her
B. Engage her
>Well, it's not like they're assigned anyway.
>And who is she to say whose seat this is?
"Well, it's the one I want. And what I want, I usually get."
>There's not talking to this girl.
>You get up and move one seat over.
"Good to see you wised up."
>Yeah, sure.
>Who is she anyway?
"Me? They call me Rainbow Dash."
>She looks you over, almost condescendingly.
"But you're not cool enough for the first part, so just call me Dash."
>Ouch.jpg
>She's a firecraker alright.
>How'd someone like her wind up in a school like this?
"What do you mean, someone like me? I'm at least, what... 20% cooler than you?"
>You've heard that somewhere before, for sure.
>She laughs and starts taking out her stuff.
"No, I'm just messin' with you. I came here because the school offered me a sports scholarship."
>No one else would take her, eh?
>She looks a little hurt.
"Look who's talking, Mr. Ivy League."
>Double ouch.
>Eventually, the rest of the class files in and takes their seats.
>The teacher begins talking about literature and grammar and all that jazz.
>Gained new item: English Syllabus!
>The clock hits 9:50, and you file out with the rest of the [spoiler]sheeple[/spoiler].
"Later Anon!"
>Later, Dashie.
>Next you have Art History...
A. Go to class
B. Food
C. Vidya
D. Sleep
>Might as well keep going.
>It's the last class of the day.
>For you at least.
Am I the only one loving this schedule?
>The art history room is packed with paintings.
>Obvious fakes though.
>CU isn't the Louvre.
>Or a known school.
>It's kinda sad, actually.
>As you sit down, you notice that purple haired girl in white from yesterday.
>What was her name again?
>Rara... [spoiler]Rappa the rapper[/spoiler]?
>No, that's not it.
>Rarity! That was it.
>She looks cute and fashionable.
>There's a lot of looks from around the room, but she just brushes them off.
>She must be used to it...
>You scoot[spoiler]aloo[/spoiler] over to a seat next to her.
>What's she up too?
"Anon, darling! How nice it is to see you again!"
[spoiler]seriously, who talks like that?[/spoiler]
"I'm working on a new design for a dress. I have a certain... flair, when it comes to fashion."
>You can tell.
>You look at her newest design with mild interest.
>It's a really cool looking dress.
>Like, for a gala or something.
>Maybe she coul-
"Hey Anon! What are you doing here?"
>Spike?
"Spike, darling! How wonderful it is to see you again!"
"H-hi Rarity..."
>Uh-oh.
A. Stay
B. Leave
>You know that shy voice-cracking anywhere...
>It's the unfortunate sound of...
>A crush...
>...but that won't stop you from helping out a bro, right?
>You pull up a chair for Spike.
>You help close his open mouth while he continues to stare at Rarity.
>He would be really beta if it weren't for the fact that he plays LoL and doesn't *fedora tip*.
>So, you decide to help him out with this.
>How do they know each other anyway?
"We met yesterday, before you came to the lobby. He's so sweet! And generous! Look what he gave me!"
>She pulls out her necklace from her cleavage and shows you.
>There's a bright red ruby in it.
>When'd he have the time to buy that?!
>More importantly, where'd he get the money, and why isn't he sharing?!
"I-I didn't know my parents. I just had a lot of money..."
>He gets all sad looking.
>You regret asking the question, until Rarity hugs him tight.
>Getting his face in her chest.
>Breasts.
>Boobs.
[spoiler]Whatever. Spike's a lucky guy right now[/spoiler]
>You almost smile as he snuggles into her.
"It's okay Spikey-Wikey. You'll always have me."
>She turns to you and winks.
"And Anon too, right Anon?"
>Yeah.
>You're always there for a /b/rother.
>Soon, the class starts and whizzes by.
>You find yourself outside the class with Rarity and Spike.
"She teaches in such a divine way, don't you think so, Spike."
"100 percent, Rarity!"
"Anon, I'm heading back to the dorm."
"And i'm famished, darling."
>The time is 11 AM
>Long break period now...
>But who to hang out with?
A. Spike
B. Rarity
C. "hoof" it alone
>You couldn't do that to Spike...
[spoiler]At least, not yet *wink*[/spoiler]
>You say goodbye to Rarity and Spike, who winds up following her as she walks back to her dorm.
>You watch her walk away.
>Dat ass.jpg...
>No.
>You can't do that to Spike.
>He could find out.
>And that'd be... bad[spoiler]?[/spoiler]
>You decide the best course of action would be to hang out in the lobby.
>You find a nearby couch and veg out.
>There's not much to do here during regular class hours...
>You take out your phone.
>Not much to do there either.
>You only have a few contacts...
>Rarity...
>Spike...
>Momma...
>Pinkie Pie...
>You try texting Pinkie Pie, but the signal doesn't go through.
>Damnandbored.why?
>You start to drift off on the couch, with the darkness of sleep call to-
"Hiya Nonny!"
>Speak of the devil.
>It's Pinkie Pie.
"I got your message! Are you bored?"
>Yeah, but that message didn't go through...
"I just knew you were bored then! I sometimes do that... Pinkie senses, y'know?!"
>Actually, you don't...
>She's harder to understand than most other women...
>And that's just the speed she talks at...
>So, what's she doing now?
"Well, I have a little break before class at 1:00. Do you want to hang out with me before then?!"
A. yes
B. No
C. Find someone less crazy
>Sure, wynaut.
>Her energy is transferring to you a little bit.
>And not wanting to be a lazy fuck, you follow her down the hall.
>You watch as she skips and hops and teleports and other things not possible in this dimension.
>Okay, not really, but she is really hyper.
>You follow her into the girls dorm area.
>BraveNewWorld.wow
>It's a little more spacious than the boys hall.
>Like that's fair.
>You see a lot of girls walk past you.
>Interesting how there is definitely no girl under a 8/10.
>You follow her until she reaches a door.
>It says "Pinkie Pie" in Neon pink and sparkling glitter, with the name AppleJack written under it in orange-yellow.
>Wait, why're you going in there?
A. follow her
B. Explore the girls' hall
>She laughs at your apprehension.
"Come on, Nonny! I have a surprise for you!"
>Uh-oh.
>You think you know where this is going.
>But, you just met her!
"I know! I don't know why, I just want to!"
>She pushes you down on the bed and tells you to wait, with a wink.
>You sit there for a few minutes while she rummages in her bathroom.
>Well, you might as well get ready.
>You start unbuttoning your shirt as she bounds into you, landing on top of you and pinning you down.
>You're not sure if into this, or if Rocket in your Pocket.
"Come on Nonny! It'll be fun!"
>Well, okay.
>You close your eyes and pucker your lips.
(1/X)
>But it never comes.
"Uh, Nonny? What are you doing?"
>You thought she was...
>Wait, what is she doing?
>You didn't even notice her get off of you and start setting up a Wii.
>What the...
"You thought I wanted to... OOH!"
>She laughs and waves her finger in front of your face.
"Anon, we just met yesterday. If anything, I'd have to wait at least another day or so if you wanted too."
>If you wanted too?
"I'm in training to get into a sorority! I've loved parties ever since I was a little girl! And, like, isn't college the ultimate party?!"
>You can't argue with her there.
>You just hope she's making a good decision.
...
>After a few hours of playing Wii with Pinkie, your arms and knees grow weak and heavy.
>Pinkie's eating mom's spaghetti.
>Her roommate... Applejack... still hasn't come back from classes yet.
"She'll be fine! She used to work on a farm before coming here!"
>Really?
>That's kind of cool.
>You check your watch.
>3:00.
>Pinke bolts out the door, barely putting on her regular clothes in the process, screaming she's late as she tears down the hallway.
>What a weird girl...
>As you get out into the hallway, she comes back out of nowhere and kisses you.
"Thanks Nonny! I needed to practice..."
>She winks and leaves you again.
>So your first college kiss was with Pinkie Pie.
>Was it worth it?
>Maybe.
>You'll see how things turn out.
>In the meantime, you're tired.
>Maybe picking a major that gave so much freetime was a bad decision...
(2/X)
>You'll have time to regret majoring in humanities later.
>You head back to your dorm, where Spike-
>Isn't on his computer...
>Where could he be?
>That kid is developing an addiction to that laptop...
>The only thing that could keep him away from it would probably be-
"I'll see you tomorrow, Spikey-Wikey!"
"S-sure thing, Rarity!"
>He walks into the room, a little dazed from his infatuation.
>He okay?
"I'll be fine. She's just so... amazing..."
>You know that feel.
>He starts heading back to his computer and logs into LoL.
>Maybe you'll join him in a few hours.
>But for now, you're already halfway to dreamland.
End Day 1+
>A few hours later, you wake up to find Spike studying on his bed.
>That's the first time you've ever seen him do anything other than play LoL...
>Oh, and follow Rarity like a lost puppy.
"Shut up Anon! It's not like that."
>Sure, sure.
>But, seriously, if he likes her, he has to be confident about it, and not just follow her blindly like that.
>She already put him in the friendzone, basically.
>Now all he has to do, if he's serious, is to go after her with true intent to be with her.
>He got that?
"Yeah... thanks Anon!"
>The two of you play League together for about an hour before turning in.
>As you fall asleep, you wonder if it was worth it, coming here.
>You guess it was.
>The only problem is that damned schedule.
>Maybe you'll fix it tomorrow...
If we let him
Spike rapport up!
Rarity rapport up!
Pinkie Pie rapport up!
Met Cheerilee!
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Welcome to CanterU: Simply Epic+ edition!

The Story So Far: http://pastebin.com/u/Kiyo3

>Ah sweet, dream time.
>Wait a sec, you don't know you're dreaming. You can't cheat a lucid dream.
>It's a blank empty room and of course:
>Your favorite girl is there.
>Who was that again?
[spoiler]Fem-[/spoiler]
>She's moving her body like no one was watching. And not like, Miley Cyrus twerking.
>The undulating of her body is only highlighted moreso by the many necklaces she's wearing.
>When you die, you wanna be buried inside THAT jewelry store.
>As you continue to watch your private show, you start to notice a nearby window.
>An odd buzzing noise is coming from it.
>THAT'S THE THUNDER BOOTY TALKIN'
>Nah, brah, it's getting louder. So loud that you're now awake.
>Fuck.
>Damn alarms.
>They all up in your grill.
>What's the time anyway?
>7:30...

A. Get up
B. Back to bed

>You might as well get up.
>After all...
>Who knows what wonderful surprises are in store for you today?!
[spoiler]other than me, OP, and a select few[/spoiler]
>You get up and see Spike tapping away at his computer.
>Did he even sleep?
"I slept before. I've only been playing since, uh, 6."
>This kid.
>You gotta watch out for him.
>The last thing you want is for him to get addicted and fail out.
[spoiler]Right?[/spoiler]
>You noogie him affectionately and get showered and dressed.
"Don't forget classes start soon, okay Anon?"
>That's right. 
>Class.
>That's what you paid for, isn't it.
>And you don't even have a schedule...
>You decide to head out to the admissions office [spoiler]or whatever it's called[/spoiler] to get this sorted out.
>Eventually you make it there.
>Inside, you see a tired looking girl in a purple sweater checking a computer.
>Uh, hello?
"Yes, how can I help you?"
>Well, Miss- "Cheerilee...", can start by giving you a schedule.
"Name?"
>Anon.
"And last?"
>Err, it's [REDACTED].
>She sighs wearily and prints you out a paper with your classes.

English at 9
Art History at 10
Psychology at 11

>Three other classes are filled out, but they have check boxes next to them.
>All sciences...
>What are they for?
"They're basically breadth courses. Just choose one."

A. Chemistry
B. Physics
C. Biology

>Physics should be interesting.
>You took a course on it in high school, so it might come easy to you.
"Well, ok. You're all set. Have a nice day."
>She gloomily goes back to her computer work as you exit the office.
>She's sort of a drag, like a [spoiler]cigarette.[/spoiler]
>So, what's the schedule officially...?

MWF
English: 9:00 AM
Art History: 10:00 AM

TR:
Physics: 10:00 AM
Physics lab: 2:00 PM
Psychology: 3:00 PM

>Lot's of free time.
>Perfect.
>You check your watch.
>8:00.

A. Breakfast
B. Vidya
C. Sleep for a bit

>Your stomach calls you forth.
>Nothing wrong with an early breakfast.
>You head on out to the dining hall.
>Those Campus Maps they have around the school really help.
>You finally find the large-ish hall, filled with other students mingling and filled with new-school-excitement.
>It's really cool, being able to come here.
>Sure, you left all your old friends and Fem-
>But this is a new experience.
>And you'll be sure to make the most of it.
>You get some food to eat and can out the situation, eventually deciding to sit alone for a bit.
>Maybe your swag will summon forth other freshmen to your table.
>yfw it doesn't work.
>You realize that in order to make friends, you'll have to make the effort.
>Time?
>8:30.

A. Head to class early
B. Dorm for a bit

>Why not be a suck up?
>It's always good to get on a teacher's good side.
>So, why not start now.
>You head on head over to English.
>Maybe you could try out your new phone too.
Spike (Don't forget to go to class bro): I know. You don't have to watch over me Anon.
>yfw A little brother type
>You reach the classroom door and step into the brave new world of college classes.
>To your surprise, it's not that crowded.
>Then again, it is 8:45.
>The teacher is nowhere to be seen either.
>So much for first impressions.
>You sit down and start doodling in your notebook.

[spoiler]back in high school, many of your friends thought your art was good. In fact, Fem-[/spoiler]

>Your thoughts are interrupted by a door closing.
>Hard.
"Hey! What are you doing in my seat?"
>You turn and see the rainbow haired girl glaring in your direction.
>No, there's no one else in the room.
>So, she's glaring at you.

A. ignore her
B. Engage her

>Well, it's not like they're assigned anyway.
>And who is she to say whose seat this is?
"Well, it's the one I want. And what I want, I usually get."
>There's not talking to this girl.
>You get up and move one seat over.
"Good to see you wised up."
>Yeah, sure.
>Who is she anyway?
"Me? They call me Rainbow Dash."
>She looks you over, almost condescendingly.
"But you're not cool enough for the first part, so just call me Dash."
>Ouch.jpg
>She's a firecraker alright.
>How'd someone like her wind up in a school like this?
"What do you mean, someone like me? I'm at least, what... 20% cooler than you?"
>You've heard that somewhere before, for sure.
>She laughs and starts taking out her stuff.
"No, I'm just messin' with you. I came here because the school offered me a sports scholarship."
>No one else would take her, eh?
>She looks a little hurt.
"Look who's talking, Mr. Ivy League."
>Double ouch.
>Eventually, the rest of the class files in and takes their seats.
>The teacher begins talking about literature and grammar and all that jazz.
>Gained new item: English Syllabus!
>The clock hits 9:50, and you file out with the rest of the [spoiler]sheeple[/spoiler].
"Later Anon!"
>Later, Dashie.
>Next you have Art History...

A. Go to class
B. Food
C. Vidya
D. Sleep

>Might as well keep going.
>It's the last class of the day.
>For you at least.
Am I the only one loving this schedule?
>The art history room is packed with paintings.
>Obvious fakes though.
>CU isn't the Louvre.
>Or a known school.
>It's kinda sad, actually.
>As you sit down, you notice that purple haired girl in white from yesterday.
>What was her name again?
>Rara... [spoiler]Rappa the rapper[/spoiler]?
>No, that's not it.
>Rarity! That was it.
>She looks cute and fashionable.
>There's a lot of looks from around the room, but she just brushes them off.
>She must be used to it...
>You scoot[spoiler]aloo[/spoiler] over to a seat next to her.
>What's she up too?
"Anon, darling! How nice it is to see you again!"
[spoiler]seriously, who talks like that?[/spoiler]
"I'm working on a new design for a dress. I have a certain... flair, when it comes to fashion."
>You can tell.
>You look at her newest design with mild interest.
>It's a really cool looking dress.
>Like, for a gala or something.
>Maybe she coul-
"Hey Anon! What are you doing here?"
>Spike?
"Spike, darling! How wonderful it is to see you again!"
"H-hi Rarity..."
>Uh-oh.

A. Stay
B. Leave

>You know that shy voice-cracking anywhere...
>It's the unfortunate sound of...
>A crush...

>...but that won't stop you from helping out a bro, right?
>You pull up a chair for Spike.
>You help close his open mouth while he continues to stare at Rarity.
>He would be really beta if it weren't for the fact that he plays LoL and doesn't *fedora tip*.
>So, you decide to help him out with this.
>How do they know each other anyway?
"We met yesterday, before you came to the lobby. He's so sweet! And generous! Look what he gave me!"
>She pulls out her necklace from her cleavage and shows you.
>There's a bright red ruby in it.
>When'd he have the time to buy that?!
>More importantly, where'd he get the money, and why isn't he sharing?!
"I-I didn't know my parents. I just had a lot of money..."
>He gets all sad looking.
>You regret asking the question, until Rarity hugs him tight.
>Getting his face in her chest.
>Breasts.
>Boobs.
[spoiler]Whatever. Spike's a lucky guy right now[/spoiler]
>You almost smile as he snuggles into her.
"It's okay Spikey-Wikey. You'll always have me."
>She turns to you and winks.
"And Anon too, right Anon?"
>Yeah. 
>You're always there for a /b/rother.
>Soon, the class starts and whizzes by.
>You find yourself outside the class with Rarity and Spike.
"She teaches in such a divine way, don't you think so, Spike."
"100 percent, Rarity!"
"Anon, I'm heading back to the dorm."
"And i'm famished, darling."
>The time is 11 AM
>Long break period now...
>But who to hang out with?

A. Spike
B. Rarity
C. "hoof" it alone

>You couldn't do that to Spike...
[spoiler]At least, not yet *wink*[/spoiler]
>You say goodbye to Rarity and Spike, who winds up following her as she walks back to her dorm.
>You watch her walk away.
>Dat ass.jpg...
>No.
>You can't do that to Spike.
>He could find out.
>And that'd be... bad[spoiler]?[/spoiler]
>You decide the best course of action would be to hang out in the lobby.
>You find a nearby couch and veg out.
>There's not much to do here during regular class hours...
>You take out your phone.
>Not much to do there either.
>You only have a few contacts...
>Rarity...
>Spike...
>Momma...
>Pinkie Pie...
>You try texting Pinkie Pie, but the signal doesn't go through.
>Damnandbored.why?
>You start to drift off on the couch, with the darkness of sleep call to-
"Hiya Nonny!"
>Speak of the devil.
>It's Pinkie Pie.
"I got your message! Are you bored?"
>Yeah, but that message didn't go through...
"I just knew you were bored then! I sometimes do that... Pinkie senses, y'know?!"
>Actually, you don't...
>She's harder to understand than most other women...
>And that's just the speed she talks at...
>So, what's she doing now?
"Well, I have a little break before class at 1:00. Do you want to hang out with me before then?!"

A. yes
B. No
C. Find someone less crazy

>Sure, wynaut.
>Her energy is transferring to you a little bit.
>And not wanting to be a lazy fuck, you follow her down the hall.
>You watch as she skips and hops and teleports and other things not possible in this dimension.
>Okay, not really, but she is really hyper.
>You follow her into the girls dorm area.
>BraveNewWorld.wow
>It's a little more spacious than the boys hall.
>Like that's fair.
>You see a lot of girls walk past you.
>Interesting how there is definitely no girl under a 8/10.
>You follow her until she reaches a door.
>It says "Pinkie Pie" in Neon pink and sparkling glitter, with the name AppleJack written under it in orange-yellow.
>Wait, why're you going in there?

A. follow her
B. Explore the girls' hall

>She laughs at your apprehension.
"Come on, Nonny! I have a surprise for you!"
>Uh-oh.
>You think you know where this is going.
>But, you just met her!
"I know! I don't know why, I just want to!"
>She pushes you down on the bed and tells you to wait, with a wink.
>You sit there for a few minutes while she rummages in her bathroom.
>Well, you might as well get ready.
>You start unbuttoning your shirt as she bounds into you, landing on top of you and pinning you down.
>You're not sure if into this, or if Rocket in your Pocket.
"Come on Nonny! It'll be fun!"
>Well, okay.
>You close your eyes and pucker your lips.

(1/X)

>But it never comes.
"Uh, Nonny? What are you doing?"
>You thought she was...
>Wait, what is she doing?
>You didn't even notice her get off of you and start setting up a Wii.
>What the...
"You thought I wanted to... OOH!"
>She laughs and waves her finger in front of your face.
"Anon, we just met yesterday. If anything, I'd have to wait at least another day or so if you wanted too."
>If you wanted too?
"I'm in training to get into a sorority! I've loved parties ever since I was a little girl! And, like, isn't college the ultimate party?!"
>You can't argue with her there.
>You just hope she's making a good decision.

...

>After a few hours of playing Wii with Pinkie, your arms and knees grow weak and heavy.
>Pinkie's eating mom's spaghetti.
>Her roommate... Applejack... still hasn't come back from classes yet.
"She'll be fine! She used to work on a farm before coming here!"
>Really?
>That's kind of cool.
>You check your watch.
>3:00.
>Pinke bolts out the door, barely putting on her regular clothes in the process, screaming she's late as she tears down the hallway.
>What a weird girl...
>As you get out into the hallway, she comes back out of nowhere and kisses you.
"Thanks Nonny! I needed to practice..."
>She winks and leaves you again.
>So your first college kiss was with Pinkie Pie.
>Was it worth it?
>Maybe.
>You'll see how things turn out.
>In the meantime, you're tired.
>Maybe picking a major that gave so much freetime was a bad decision...

(2/X)

>You'll have time to regret majoring in humanities later.
>You head back to your dorm, where Spike-
>Isn't on his computer...
>Where could he be?
>That kid is developing an addiction to that laptop...
>The only thing that could keep him away from it would probably be-
"I'll see you tomorrow, Spikey-Wikey!"
"S-sure thing, Rarity!"
>He walks into the room, a little dazed from his infatuation.
>He okay?
"I'll be fine. She's just so... amazing..."
>You know that feel.
>He starts heading back to his computer and logs into LoL.
>Maybe you'll join him in a few hours.
>But for now, you're already halfway to dreamland.

End Day 1+

>A few hours later, you wake up to find Spike studying on his bed.
>That's the first time you've ever seen him do anything other than play LoL...
>Oh, and follow Rarity like a lost puppy.
"Shut up Anon! It's not like that."
>Sure, sure.
>But, seriously, if he likes her, he has to be confident about it, and not just follow her blindly like that.
>She already put him in the friendzone, basically.
>Now all he has to do, if he's serious, is to go after her with true intent to be with her.
>He got that?
"Yeah... thanks Anon!"
>The two of you play League together for about an hour before turning in.
>As you fall asleep, you wonder if it was worth it, coming here.
>You guess it was.
>The only problem is that damned schedule.
>Maybe you'll fix it tomorrow...
If we let him


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