Canter U: Day 40 Friday

>You check your phone, rereading the text that has made you smile all through the week.

Anon: see you Friday

You: You too. :)

>Was the happyface too clingy? Gosh, you hope not.

>Regardless, it’s Thursday evening and you’re frantically trying to pack your things.

>Last minute, of course. Couldn’t be helped.

>With that big party that was held earlier in the week.

>And your Psych midterm was earlier today. And you were too busy cramming last night to even think about touching your bags.

>But it’s nearly eleven hours til you see him again.

>You’re kind of nervous.

>He seems to be having plenty of fun by himself over in Cuntparkinglot, or whatever the hell it’s called.

>Does he have any new friends? Or maybe even a girlfriend?

>You pause for a moment.

>No way. This is Anonymous we’re talking about.

>He’s not that eager to jump into someone’s pants.

>Is he?

>You flip open your phone cover and drum your fingers on the side.

>Should you even bother texting him? He knows you’re coming.

>Maybe just ask him a few quick clerical questions?

>His school is fucking in the middle of nowhere.

>What if you need to bring something like a rain jacket?

>You decide against it and slap the cover shut.

>Whatever.

>You take a look at the time.

12:02 AM

>Ten hours fifty-eight minutes to go.

>Not that you’re counting.

>You hear the tumblers in your locked door click.

>It snaps you out of your daze.

>Your roommate kicks open the door and slams it shut.

>Fuck that’s loud.

“Hey…”

>She walks over to her side of the room and collapses on her bed.

>Sup.

“What’s with the bags? You goin’ somewhere? You’re not going to the away game, are you?”

>You nod and tell her about your visit to Cartesian Plot University.

“Why do you need to bring so much?”

>You blink.

>She stares at you.

“Whatever, forget I asked. My alarm’s set for 7. Hit the lights when you’re done.”

>You nod and give her a good night.

>She covers her head with her pillow.

 

“Fem…”

>Huh? Go away.

>You need your sleep.

”Fem!”

>You feel a pillow hit your back.

>An old alarm clock is ringing.

>You clamp your hands over your ears.

“Fem, wake up. The buses are leaving soon.”

>You bolt upright.

>What?

>You look at your roommate.

>She’s sporting her soccer uniform.

>Lettered hoodie over top reading #3 Cloudchaser.

“Hurry up, while the showers are still open.”

>You grab some clothes and your toiletries from the dresser and dash out to the hallway.

>You hear a whistle blowing in the distance from an open window down the hall.

>Sounds like the track team is out practicing.

 

>Fucking Sproul Hall.

>Even after the renovation, the walls are still terrible at blocking out sound.

>Echoes like crazy.

>Luckily the bathroom is unoccupied.

>You quickly shower up and get dressed.

>You’re back in your room in 10 minutes.

“We have to go now, Fem.”

>Cloudchaser doesn’t seem so happy.

>You quickly slip your MacBook into your bag and pull on the handle of your suitcase.

“... that’s not all going to fit on the bus.”

>You blink.

>Wait… what?

>What are you doing?

>You’re not taking the bus.

“You aren’t?”

>You have a train ticket. It leaves at noon.

>Cloudchaser groans.

“You mean I’ve been waiting for nothing? Dammit Fem…”

>She sighs and grabs her backpack.

“I’ll see you at the game.”

>She heads out the door.

>You look out your window and see her heading towards Sunset Boulevard.

>You yawn and take a quick look at your phone.

7:25 AM.

>Bus to the train station leaves in 4 hours and 30 minutes. Train leaves in 4 hours 45 minutes.

 

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"No class? What do you mean no class?"

>Twilight looks at you frowning.

>No class today! It's... some kind of holiday.

>Labor Day? Flag Day?

>The funny thing here is that it’s actually labor day on Monday.

>Almost.

"Then what am I supposed to do today?"

>You don't know.

>Not like you're complaining though.

>Midterms are real stressful, and you could use some time off.

“How could you be thinking about time off? Finals start Tuesday!”

>This bitch.

>She makes your spirit more damp than you’ve ever made her snatch.

>Good thing you haven’t already woken up, gotten dressed and prepared your bag for the day.

>Wait, you did?

>Well then.

>What now?

 

A. Study/Work

B. Breakfast

C. Vidya

D. Girls hall.

 

>You ask Twilight if you can come into the dorms.

“What for?”

>Gotta see if gamegirl’s ready for game day.

>She walks you over to the girls hall, swiping her ID card into the halls.

>Time to check on Rainbow.

>You knock on the door.

“Oh… Anonymous?”

>Fluttershy?

>Did she steal Winona again?

“N-no! Why would you accuse me of that?”

>You give her a stare, before asking for Rainbow Dash.

“She’s out practicing.”

>This early?

“It’s 11 AM, Anon.”

>Well, time sure flies when I’m not writing

>Well, what is Fluttershy up to?

“I’m just… studying. Nothing too important.”

 

A. small talk

B. business talk

C. Bidniz talk

D. Go elsewhere [specify]

 

>You plop on Rainbow’s bed.

>Lol, you totally banged her in this bed yesterday.

>And Fluttershy is none the wiser.

>How’s Winona doing?

“Hmm? Oh, she’s absolutely happy! She seems to be really content with where she’s living now.”

>Fluttershy frowns.

“But… sadly it couldn’t be with me.”

>Need you remind her that Fluttershy could’ve gotten kicked out for having a pet.

>Twice.

“Oh… Shining Armor would’ve kicked me out?”

>That hasn’t been made clear? Or did she just forget.

>Fluttershy’s such a dolt.

>Moe dolt.

>Your phone vibrates.

>Maybe later, you’ve got bigger fish to fry.

I had fried fish for lunch

>You reassure Fluttershy that there’s a difference between caring for someone and smothering them.

>Just ask Twilight.

“Y-yeah… I suppose you’re right.”

>She goes back to studying.

 

A. Food

B. Study

C. Vidya

 

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>You collapse on your bed and pull out your phone.

(See you around noon) Anon: (no response)

>You sigh.

>There’s no way he’s awake now.

>Knowing him, he probably played video games all night.

>Fuck, you shouldn’t have woken up this early.

>You suppose you could go get breakfast.

>But you don’t want to get up.

>You bury yourself in your covers.

>Cloudchaser had gotten you so riled up to get ready that you didn’t pay much attention to which clothes you grabbed.

>But now that you’re alone, doing nothing, you realize you’re wearing his old shirt from high school.

>From prom night actually.

>It’s like three sizes too big for you.

>You let out a small laugh.

>Prom night.

>The memories are flooding back to you.

>You give a sigh and hug your pillow.

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>You invite Fluttershy to the dining halls.

“No thank you. I had breakfast recently.”

>Alright…

>You take off, pulling out your phone.

11:58 AM.

>The game doesn’t start till 4.

>Fem texted you?

Femanon: See you around noon.

>It’s… noon.

Femanon (ur a faget): Fuck I’m late. :T

>You text people. Not going to lunch by yourself.

Colgate (lunch): Sure! I’ll be outside.

Octavia (get lyra, lunch time): I’ll be right out.

>You head outside to the B building entrance.

>Colgate, Redheart….

>Octavia and Lyra.

“Wait up!”

>And Vinyl.

>Octavia sighs and shakes her head.

“Hey Anon! Did you say lunch time?”

 

>What’s for lunch?

>More fish.

>Lyra’s going around the table asking questions or whatever.

>Like she’s entirely new to this world.

“So, Anon! I feel like I hardly know you!”

>Yeah, you can’t say you know her too well either.

“What are you into?”

 

A. Healthcare

B. Music

C. Video Games

D. Sportz

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>The guy was a total dick sometimes.

>But he had his moments.

>And he was incredibly nice to you over the summer.

>You start going through your phone.

>Anon still hasn’t updated his Facebook photo.

>Not that it mattered, he hardly ever used his Facebook.

>Except maybe chat once in awhile.

>You still have a photo of him from the summer, when the two of you went to the beach.

>You flick through your photo album and giggle at the shenanigans you guys had.

>A smile creeps up on your face.

>Revisiting those memories makes you warm and happy.

>You start drifting off to sleep.

BZZZZZ

>You freak out when you feel a vibration on your chest.

>It’s just your phone.

>You set an alarm.

>You reread it.

Wake up you idiot. If you haven’t shut this off already, you’ve overslept.

>What the hell? You don’t remember writing that.

>Pleasant.

>You look at the time.

>Shit, it’s 11:45.

>You’re going to miss your bus.

>You jump out of bed.

>Hair is a mess now too.

>Static electricity.

>Damn it.

>You’re going to have take another shower.

>You notice a pink bottle laying on your dresser.

>Bottle of shampoo.

>You pick it up.

>Sun-ripened strawberry.

>The one Anon really liked.

>You put it in the middle pocket of your backpack and grab your suitcase.

>You head out the door, hop on the bus, and head to the station.

>Train ride should take only about 30 minutes.

>You quickly tap a text out.

Anon: ur a faget

Fuck, I’m late. :T

>You try combing your hair in the meantime.

>Yeah no, that doesn’t work. Ever.

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>Time to mastercraft some lies.

>You’re into sports.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEVdca9U9LM

>Obligatory.

>Octavia looks at you surprised.

“Really, Anonymous? I wouldn’t have pegged you as a sports afficionado.”

>As if you’d want Octavia to peg you as anything.

>Vinyl joins the convo.

“So what sports are you into, dude?”

>Um… y’know.

>Division 2 NCAA Women’s Soccer.

>Lyra lights up.

“Isn’t there a game today? I’m so excited.”

>Lyra’s awfully energetic.

>You nom on your fish tacos.

>Decent. As usual.

>Colgate and Redheart giggle amongst themselves.

>Looks like your combination of invitations wasn’t very effective.

>And there’s no time to be the middleman.

>You’re done eating!

 

“See ya later, Anon!”

>Colgate says goodbye to you as you wave to five separate girls, and head back into your lobby.

>It’s almost 1 PM.

 

A. Study/Work

B. Vidya

C. Nap

 

>Time to study.

>You text Twilight.

>No answer.

>Shining Armor’s sitting watching TV in the lobby.

>Has he seen Twilight?

“Pff more like, have I NOT seen Twilight.”

>What does he mean?

“She’s following me everywhere, dude! Why’d you even introduce me?”

>You were trying to get his dick wet with some nerd poose!

“Um, I’m an RA? That’s not allowed?”

>What if it were allowed?

“Still no.”

>inb4 Twilight walks in, hears the whole thing, goes to room, and liks dis if she cris evertim

>Vibration.

Twilight: in my room, wannna study?

>Um, yeah.

 

>You head into her room, and wave hello to Rarity...

>Twilight gets up from her desk and hugs you.

“You… smell familiar….”

>Not like you were talking to Shining Armor or anything.

>She sits at her desk and you take your spot on Twilight’s fuckbed.

 

A. study

B. League

C. Tell her about Shiny

 

>Shining Armor doesn’t like her.

“What?”

“Gasp! Anonymous! Don’t be mean to Twilight.”

>He doesn’t like her.

“Of course he doesn’t! Not yet at least.”

>You just talked to him.

>He thinks she’s… clingy.

>Can’t get over things.

>Obsessive.

>Not the first time, eh?

“Anonymous, you stop this right now.”

>Rarity leaps to Twilight’s defense.

>Well, not leaps.

>She yells from her bed.

>Rarity’s too fabulous to leap.

>Nah bitch, You’re telling this for her own good.

>Twilight doesn’t need to keep getting hung up on people.

>She needs to learn to move on.

>To stop dwelling on things.

>She did it with her midterms.

>Capable of moving on from one test to the next.

>But not capable of learning that there are other fish in the sea, willing to take her bait.

>Rarity stands down.

“Anon…”

>Twilight’s teary.

“You’re right.”

>She jumps up from her chair and wraps you up into a hug, her tears staining your least favorite v-neck.

“I don’t know what to do anymore!”

>Neither do I, sistah.

>You keep her in a hug, Rarity inevitably joins, and then you’ve got some ponychan grade hugboxing in here.

>You’ve got a bit before the game.

 

A. Head out to the game early

B. Vidya

C. Study

 

>You go back to your room to get dressed.

>Spike’s… taking a nap.

>Not Leaguing.

>Wonder what he’s gonna do next quarter?

>You toss on the one Canterlot U Hoodie that you own.

>And you’re out the door.

>Vibration.

Femanon: hey, where are you?

>You tell her that you’re headed to the soccer field.

>You head out to the soccer field.

>Not too many people have amassed yet.

>Only the CU team is on the field, shooting penalties.

>Rainbow Dash stretches.

>You wave to her.

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>2:45 PM

>You step off the bus.

>Train ride was pretty uneventful, and the bus ride to the university wasn’t special either.

>But you were behind schedule.

>It’s not your fault that you fell asleep at the station… okay maybe it is.

>A handful of students are gathering at a sports field.

>But… one person is standing at field level. Standing behind the partition.

>He’s waving at someone.

>You check your phone, rereading his text… you’ll be damned if this isn’t a soccer field.

>He says he’s headed to the soccer field.

>You do a double take.

>Is that Anon? He lost weight.

>Who is he waving at?

>Some girl with rainbow hair walks up to the partition.

“Hey Anon! You’re here early.”

>They hug over the short wall.

>Anon.

>That confirms your suspicions… it’s him.

>How many other people have a name like Anon?

>The rainbow haired girl chats him up a bit while juggling the ball.

>They seem to be good friends.

>Maybe she’s… his new girlfriend?

>She spots you.

>Fuck, have you been staring this whole time?

“Hey dude, who’s that?”

 

A. Hide

B. Say hello.

C. Pretend to be someone else

 

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>Who’s who?

“There’s someone just standing… right there, behind you.”

>The fear arises in your mind.

>Not another Slenderman incident. Oh God, please.

>You turn around slowly.

>It’s…

“Hey you.”

>Femanon?

>You smile and scoop her into a hug.

“Femanon?”

>Dash looks at her confused.

>Dash, this is Femmy.

>Fem, this is Dashie.

“I thought I told you-”

“-not to call me that anymore!”

>Both girls lash out at you, their eyes piercing you like daggers. They then look at each other and erupt in hot lesbian sex not really, just good natured laughter

>Fem shakes her head.

“He got you too, huh?”

>You all share a laugh, crumpets, and tea as you (being the middle man) regale the two girls of your history with them… carefully avoiding the use of terms like date, waifu, girlfriend, ex, or fuckbuddy.

>You notice your old friend is carrying a suitcase. Backpack as well.

>What is she doing with all that stuff?

“I’m here for the game. And if you’re up for it, I’ll stay the weekend too.”

>So… she’s staying the weekend?

>Where is she gonna stay?

>Pinkie stands up from behind the short wall.

>Was she hiding there this whole time?

>And she puts on her best saleswoman voice.

“Well do I got a room for you!”

>She hands Fem an application before sliding back down the railing and out of your sight.

>Femanon cranes her neck over.

“She’s gone.”

“That’s Pinkie for ya.”

>Fem laughs a bit.

“You have some interesting friends, Anon.”

“Alright you two. I gotta get warmed up. Wish me luck! Not that I’ll need it.”

>Rainbow Dash runs back off to the field, doing her dribbly kicky thing.

>Surprised no footjobs yet.

>Dash shoots a penalty, which blazes past the GK and stretches the net.

>Thats why no foot jobs.

>The clock reads 3:38. Still some time to squeeze before kickoff.

 

A. Bring Fem back to the dorms.

B. Sit on the CU side.

C. Sit on the UCLA side.

D. Grab some snax

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>Anon motions for you to follow him.

“Let’s go sit down, huh?”

>You chase after him, dragging your suitcase along the bleachers.

>Fuck, your back hurts.

>Sleeping at a bus stop bench does that to you.

>Not like you can ask Anon to carry these for you.

>You don’t have to carry them far because Anon sits pretty close to the field.

“So, what’s new at UCLA?”

>Not much.

>You’re not exactly in the mood for talking about your college experiences.

>Besides, he seems to be having a lot of fun, especially with all of these girls hanging around him.

>Has he been sleeping around?

“Well, you know how irresistible I am.”

>Resisting urge to gag at the recurrence of the “Anon Fire”.

>You were joking.

>Any other friends you should know about?

“A lot of them.”

>Oh god, he’s outperforming you.

>Before you could say anything, you feel a rumbling in your stomach.

>Oh right, you didn’t eat anything today.

>The concessions stand is far away.

>You sigh.

>Watch over your stuff?

“Sure thing. Are you getting food? Mind getting me a pretzel dog?”

>If he’s paying, yeah.

>You wait for him to hand you cash.

>Of course, he doesn’t.

>How the hell did the roles reverse? You were way more social than him in high school.

>You line up, grabbing cash from your wallet. Cause fuck purses, you don’t want an extra bag to carry.

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>Pretzel Dog… Yeah!

>Perfect combination between sweet, salty and savory.

>Dis gon’ be gud.

>Oh wait, maybe you should have gotten a drink too.

>Hmm… maybe you shoulda gave her some money.

>implying you have any

>You’re a poor college student! What are you supposed to do?

>Wait… hold on… you feel your brain work.

>These cogs haven’t moved since yesterday.

>Oh god, the heat is intense.

>Logic… Reason… forming!

>Femanon’s a college student too!

>Which means she’s probably equally poor.

>Fuck dammit. You owe her now.

>Because you always pay back your debts…

>Right?

>I think you still owe Spike money.

>I stopped keeping track of debts and mysteries a while ago.

>Fem left her stuff here…

>Oh dammit, you probably should’ve brought them back.

>The game hasn’t even started yet!

>Or rather… it’s about to.

>Maybe you can make it?

>5 minutes?

 

A. Take her bags back.

B. Stay in your seat.

C. Look through her bags.

 

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>These prices are steep.

>Who the fuck pays 9 dollars for a pretzel dog?

>You watch as the person in front of you hands over some 30 dollars for four of them.

>There are no words…

“Hi, how can I help you today?”

>One pretzel dog, one diet coke, and an order of curly fries.

>Hope he won’t mind sharing a drink.

“Alright, that’s one pretzel dog, one order of curlies, and a diet coke. Is that everything today?”

>Yeah.

“Your total is 23 dollars.”

>You sigh.

>Screw it, you’ll take the hit. It’s Anon… it’s the least you can do.

>You trade money for food.

>A lot of food.

>You didn’t realize how big the pretzel dog was.

>Or how big the sodas were.

>You’re going to drop something, you just know it.

>You carefully balance the paper plates on your arms and take a soda in your free hand.

“Thank you for your patronage.”

>Dafuq? She actually said that?

>You shake your head and carefully walk back to the bleachers.

>You’re so focused on carrying the food.

>Not a single drop spilled or crumb fallen.

>Being a waitress at a diner for a few months probably helped.

>You set the drink down next to him and take a seat on the other si-

>Is he wearing your panties?

>On his head?

“Sup.”

 

>Really? He went through your stuff?

>You peel your underwear from his face and place it back in your suitcase.

>Having fun?

“I’m surprised at you, to be honest.”

>What?

“No toys or gadgets? Not even a book?”

>You jerk a thumb to your backpack.

>MacBook, iPad, phone, chargers, textbooks. The usual stuff in your go-bag.

“Oh… I didn’t get there yet.”

>The crowd begins to cheer, and Anon puts your shit down and brings his attention to the game.

>Never thought you’d see him with this much school spirit.

>Fight songs play. You droop your head during CU’s… and you lazily mouth the words to UCLA’s.

>You watch as your soccer team files out to the field.

>There’s Cloudchaser.

>She’s starting?

>You feel bad for having not gone to any of her games. You barely follow soccer as it is.

>You see a girl that looks practically identical to her, save for her hair tied up in a pink bow.

>The hell?

>You’re eyes are fucked up aren’t they?

>You can make out a few letters on her jersey.

>Flint… Flickr?

>Flitter. Flitter?

>Are they related? Cloudchaser never told you she had a sister.

>Maybe you’re just a bad roommate.

>And… kickoff. Woo.

>The game’s exciting to watch for [ this much ]

>And there goes the excitement.

>Anon falls back into his chair, equally unenthused, starting on that pretzel dog.

>After a bite, he smiles…

>Shit, it’s infectious.

>You smile back at him.

“What?”

 

A. small talk

B. business talk

C. Bidnis talk

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“How… are you liking that pretzel dog?”

>Shit, she’s talking about the food.

>Money guilt settling in.

>Eyes widen. Veins constrict. Digestion stops.

>I have one of those three wrong.

“Anon?”

>It’s nice. Actually, really good.

>Might upset your gains though.

>implying you had any to begin with.

“So… you go to the gym now? Still playing tennis?”

>You explain to her that you are forever done with that racket.

>But yeah, you gym now.

>With Rainbow Dash no less.

>Rainbow pushes the ball up the sideline, outplaying one defender before losing the ball.

“You two must be pretty close.”

>SHE’S ONTO YOU.

>Abort Operation Fuckbuddy.

>The action moves into the CU box, before some good marking gets the ball cleared for a UCLA corner.

>Rainbow’s not the only close friend you have…

>There’s… um… Twilight and Applejack.

“You’re actually reading that book now?”

>No… Twilight’s one of your friends! She’s super smart… and she tried really hard to get at you this quarter.

>Fem smirks as you take another mouthful of phallic pretzel dog.

“And I suppose Applejack isn’t a bowl of cereal?”

>She’s actually really nice.

>Honest, hardworking… very caring. A family oriented girl…

>And she’s got this sweet Texan accent.

“She sounds really nice…”

>She might even be here at the game.

>You take a look around.

>Nobody familiar.

>Fem takes a fry or two in her mouth.

 

A. small talk

B. business talk

C. bizness talk

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>These curly fries are good.

>Like… damn.

>It’s probably because you haven’t eaten anything in hours, but they have the perfect blend of seasoning, salt, and pepper.

>Anon gets on his phone.

“Hey, Octavia? You coming to the game?”

>Octavia?

>Holy Roman Empire, Batman.

“Oh… well there’s someone here I want you to- Huh? Oh… y-yeah… I see her.”

>He’s waving again.

>A girl with bright blue hair approaches him.

“Heya dude. This your latest girlfriend?”

>Pow, keywords.

>Girlfriend?

>Latest?

>You weren’t… I mean you did date, but-...

“She’s my best friend from high school.”

>His words cut into you.

>Yeah… best friend.

>You shrug it off.

>You offer your hand and introduce yourself.

>Femanon.

“Vinyl Scratch. DJ Extraordinaire! And… according to Anon, potential porn star.”

>She hits him on the arm playfully.

>What the hell’s that supposed to mean?

“What’s the score?”

“Still a couple of goose eggs. Dash doesn’t wanna turn it on yet.”

>Corner kick for CU.

>They take it short, and swing it around the box, setting up for an easy slot into the right net.

>Anon stands up and cheers.

“Nice!”

>Vinyl and Anon high five each other.

>Cloudchaser and Flitter both call out to the goalie.

>Poor Blossomforth.

>You feel kinda bad for her.

>And the ref blows a whistle. Halftime?

“I gotta get back to work. I’m inspired now. Nice meeting you, Fem.”

>Yep.

>How long is half time?

 

A. Stay on the field

B. More snax

C. Drop off your bags

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>Fem looks hungry.

>You put your weiner in her face.

>She declines politely.

>You take a bite, and finish off the dog.

“Anon?”

>You turn to her…

“Do me a favor and get some food? Real food? I haven’t eaten all day.”

>French fries ain’t gonna cut it.

>You sigh as you stand back up… you owe her.

“Thanks!”

>You go out to wait in line at the concession stand.

>And who do you run into?

>Um…. uh…

>Oh, yeah! Pinkie Pie. Makes sense, right?

“Hey Nonny! How’s your little Femmy fiasco?”

>You don’t recall telling her Fem’s name.

“What? Oh, lucky guess!”

>Yeah, you’re just getting her some food. She bought the first round.

>Why you’re having a second round is beyond you.

>Eh, you’ll burn it off somehow.

 

>You return with a burger in hand.

>Now the other hand.

>And back to the original hand.

>It’s warm so you’re kinda just juggling it to disperse the heat.

>Hopefully you don’t drop it.

>Fem laughs at you.

“Hot potato? Oh that’s right… you’ve never worked in the food industry.”

>Pff, this bitch don’t know nuffin’ bout no 15 molar hydrochloric.

>She grabs the burger from you and places flattened palms on both sides of the wrapper.

>And holds them there.

“Get on my level.”

>She takes a large bite.

>Game’s back on.

>UCLA’s scored 2 to CU’s 1.

>Dash hasn’t really made too big of an impact either.

 

A. small talk

B. business talk

C. bidness talk

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>You watch the second half unfold.

>UCLA 2, CU 1 at 87’

>You watch as that rainbow girl streaks up the field, calling for the ball.

>Anon jumps to his feet.

“Come on Rainbow!”

>Is this seriously Anon? So enthusiastic.

>It’s weird.

>A long ball from midfield makes its way...

>Right to her feet.

>Her first touch pushes the ball forward and it’s just her and the goalie.

>You look at the scoreboard, while Anon’s fixated on the goalposts.

>Rainbow kicks the ball high and wide.

>Blossomforth dives for the ball.

>It deflects off the goalpost and rebounds right back at Dash.

>She traps the ball with her chest, bouncing it up to eye level.

>And headbutts it into the goal.

>The CU crowd roars.

>Anon’s screaming.

“YES! RAINBOW DASH!”

>He starts a chant.

>It slowly picks up, until half the stadium is screaming her name.

>You finish the last of your burger and give a small clap.

>UCLA tries to rush CU in overtime, but fails. Miserably.

>The referee blows a whistle.

>You blink.

>What’s happening?

“Penalty shootout.”

>Anon explains what’s happening.

>The two teams line up.

>The ref flips a coin.

>UCLA kicks first.

>Flitter is up.

>She kicks the ball to the left side of the net, just beyond the goalie’s reach.

>CU’s turn.

>You don’t recognize any of their players except for Rainbow Dash.

>The kicker hits the ball high.

>Blossomforth tries to block the ball with her hands.

>It grazes the top of her fingertips and falls into the net.

>One to one.

>Cloudchaser is up.

>She drives the ball into the net with ease.

>The goalie dove in the opposite direction.

>Two to one.

>Blossomforth resets herself.

>CU kicker does the exact same thing as the one before.

>Is Blossomforth alright? She’s having issues with jumping.

 

>Tie game. 2-2.

>You’re starting to get into it.

>The silence of the crowd. Everyone’s gaze directed towards the kicker.

>It’s pretty suspenseful.

>You recognize the kicker as one of your roommate’s study buddies.

>She wastes no time in getting a goal.

>Sweet.

>You notice the crowd has gone silent.

>CU’s up.

>Blossomforth doesn’t look so confident.

>Once again, she doesn’t jump very high, and the ball nicks against her fingertips and flies into the net.

>Damn.

>UCLA’s section is groaning.

“Three to three now.”

>Anon says.

>You exhale.

>You can feel his excitement emanating

>It’s contagious.

>You watch as your team’s kicker goes for a low shot.

>The goalie guessed correctly and screens it with her body.

>Anon grips the bench tightly, rocking back and forth.

>His eyes are fixated on one rainbow-haired girl.

“Come on Rainbow. This is it!”

>She’s up next.

>You see her take her place, setting the ball down.

>You blink once.

>And hear the loudest noise ever to meet your ears.

>Anon’s voice piercing through all of it.

>What was once Rainbow Dash is now a pile of laughing and cheering jerseys.

>What happened?

>You didn’t even see Rainbow kick the ball.

>Did… CU win?

“Yup! God, this is so awesome!”

>He gets up… where is he going?

“Field level!”

>B-but….

 

A. Go with him.

B. Watch him.

C. Stay put.

 

>You watch as the bleachers around you start to empty.

>They’re all rushing towards the field, ready to parade their team.

>You sigh.

>You still have to watch your bags.

>And they aren’t your university’s team, so you don’t have any obligation to cheer them on.

>You don’t exactly know how to react to that.

>You suppose you should feel happy for him.

>The two of them are close.

>Probably as close as you were with him before.

>As the team takes her away, crowd in tow, Anon looks back at you.

>He makes his way back.

“Dorms?”

>You nod.

>Dorms.

>Anon leads the way.

>You swing your backpack over your shoulder and pull your suitcase behind you.

>The pair of you walk towards the freshman dorms.

>You bite your lip.

>You want to ask him something.

>It’s stuck in your throat.

>But you can’t bring yourself to say it.

>He’s happy, and he’s probably not all that concerned about you.

>It’s just…

>He’s your friend.

>A part of you still wishes you were in summer.

>Where you two were more than that.

>You let out a quiet, dejected sigh.

>He doesn’t need to know that.

>And it doesn’t really matter.

>It’s just romance.

>You’ll get over him. Eventually.

>He is, and always will be your friend.

>And you’re not going to cause any drama or cockblock him.

>He’d do the same to you.

>He did the same to you, actually.

>Anon swipes his ID card in the reader beside the door.

>He holds the door open for you.

>You give him a nod of thanks.

 

______________________>You run up to field level.

>Gotta let your bro know how much hypes you have.

>All 7 hypes.

>Now you can wish for your best friend to come back to life.

>Shenlong pls.

>She comes running to the sideline, makes eye contact with you.

“Anon! Did you see that?”

>She’s yelling.

>You open up the hug gates.

>Bracing yourself for something real sweaty.

>And her team takes her away…

“Oh! Sorry dude! I’ll see you later!”

>Right… team first.

>tfw you remember the bonds and love you used to have for your team

>implying you’ve been on a team

>Dash and the goalie are getting appreciated so hard.

>Damn, what you would pay to be in that dogpile.

>Naked.

>You turn back around and see Fem, just chilling on the bench.

>Must be irked that UCLA got beat… by a Div 2 school.

 

>You head back up to her.

>Dorms?

“Dorms.”

>The walk over there is pretty quiet.

>You feel like you’ve caught up already…

>But you feel like you’re missing or forgetting something.

>Something you need to say or do...

>You swipe your card into the lobby, and keep the door open for Fem.

 

A. Introduce her to your friends.

B. Watch TV with her

C. Go to your room.

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>Wow… this lobby.

>High ceilings make you feel good.

>Nothing compared to Sproul.

>You admire the scenery as Anon walks you through, and knocks on a door… what looks to be the door to the girls hall.

“So… you’ve met Dash, Pinkie… hmm.”

>Vinyl too.

>Yeah, where’s that Twilight or Applejack guy?

“Oh… they’re girls.”

>Anon knocks on the first door.

>Anon certainly has a lot of girl friends… friend girls.

>Female friends.

“This school seems to have a lot of em… I’m not complaining.”

>Yeah… if you were in his position, you wouldn’t be complaining either.

“Oh, good evening, darling… And… um, I don’t believe we’ve met? I’m Rarity.”

>Darling?

>Is her accent real?

>You introduce yourself… as Anon’s high school friend.

>Because apparently that’s all you are from now on.

>Kind of a shame how it ended.

“It’s a pleasure, darling.”

>Likewise.

>Another girl turns around from her desk inside.

“Anon? Is that you? Who’s this?”

“Femanon, from high school. This is Twilight.”

>She shakes your hand.

“So you’re Anon’s… high school sweetheart?”

>Keyword.

>You shoot him a look.

>He talks about you? Well, that’s reassuring.

“Is Flutters home?”

“Fluttershy’s not in right now… said she was taking care of something?”

>Lots of girls.

>Wonder if his roommate is a girl.

“Who? Spike? Nah, he’s a totally bro. Plays League with me, Rarity, and Twilight.”

>Twilight, Rainbow, and Rarity.

>And Vinyl, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy.

>Unique set of names we got here.

>Any chance there’s something normal?

>Like I’unno… Tom?

“Oh, we have a Tom? Do you wanna meet him?”

>They have a Tom.

THEY HAVE A TOM.

>You shake your head.

>Anon, just tell me the fuck am I sleeping at?

 

End day 40.

Day 40 Summary

Rainbow arc completed… kinda! you guys made the sex yesternight

Femanon as temporary dormmate

Twilight arc advanced!

Debts paid in full