Canter U: Day 41 Saturday [Feely Femmy]

>Vibration.

Dash: Good morning. :)

>She knows she can get up and tell you that herself, right?

>You slide out of bed before taking a nice long shower...

>Because it's the weekend!

>No obligations!

>Not only is it the weekend, but it's also...

>The weekend before finals week.

>Well, at least you have another mind in the think tank.

>Oh... you didn't know?

>Femanon's still here!

>And she's a science major too.

>After peeking through her shit yesterday, you coulda swore you saw some books and a laptop in there.

>And CU and UCLA run on the quarter system...

>So... you're basically

>implying she has finals the same time you do.

>Wow... this shower's awesome.

>Amazing how long you can take when you're not paying for the water bills.

>You dry yourself off and slowly get dressed in your room.

>Feelin' like a sweats and t-shirt kinda day.

>You sit down on your bed, hearing Spike right click.

 

A. Study/Work solo

B. Vidya

C. Head into the Lobby.

 

>Into the lobby you go.

>Wonder what's up?

>Not too many people are out right now...

>Just Fluttershy and... that butterface; kinda hot, kinda not; purple haired girl from before... drinking coffee.

>Smells like a freshly brewed pot.

>Fluttershy notices you and smiles.

"Oh... good morning, Anon... Feel free to take some."

>You pour yourself a cup before sitting down.

>What time is it?

11:00.

>Damn, either you slept in like a bitch, or you showered way too long.

"You're certainly up late, darling."

>Heh, she said darling...

>Almost like...

>Wait.

>She must be... the new actress for Rarity for the sitcom you're going to shoot!

>That's what she looks like?

>Hair's all down and flat...

>Face looks... barren.

>You take a sip of your coffee.

 

A. small talk

B. business talk

C. bizness talk

D. Girls hall

E. Back to your room.

 

>You finish up your coffee before getting up.

"Going somewhere, darling?"

>Need to give a little morning hello to someone in the girls hall.

"Oh, do you need my card?"

>This girl's so generous.

>You take her card.

>It's... Rarity's!

>Why does this girl have Rarity's card?

[spoiler]Pff... you know why.[/spoiler]

>You piece it together... she's Rarity.

>You open the door, get on the floor, then you throw the card back at Rarity, because you're the master dealer.

>I reckon.

>Time to knock on some doors?

 

A. Twilight

B. Rainbow

C. Pinkie.

 

 

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>Nothing like reading a nice book on a Saturday morning.

>Didn’t sleep all too well yesternight.

>Plaguing thoughts of Anon and Rainbow Dash…

>And Lord knows who else.

>Not to mention your roommate is a party monster.

“Femmy! When are you getting out of bed? You’re not planning to sleep all day, are you?”

>A knocking sound on your door cuts off your stubborn, instantly prepared argument.

>You arise from your bed.

>And look around.

>The fuck?

>This ain’t your room- oh… right.

>You’re staying the weekend.

“Can you get that?”

>You yawn and make your way towards the door.

“Morni-... morning.”

>Anon.

>He has a small smirk on his face.

>What?

“Sleep well?”

>He’s eyeing your choice in pajamas.

>His oversized shirt that he gave to you.

>And some short, comfy shorts

>Something wrong with that?

“I didn’t say anything.”

>You roll your eyes.

“Hiya Nonny!”

>Pinkie Pie leaps from her chair and practically tackles him.

>People here sure love to get all touchy-feely.

>You go back to your bed and continue reading.

>But you’re not really reading.

>You’re staring at him through the corner of your eye.

 

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>Well, you can’t really cum on Pinkie’s face now…

>Especially that she’s still awake…

>And due to the fact that Fem’s watching you.

>You know that look anywhere.

>The “I’m totally reading right now so don’t mind me and do whatever it is you were doing” stare.

“Femmy over here’s a really quiet girl!”

>Yeah, well, she’s not that quiet.

>You toss a smile at her.

>She closes her eyes and puts her book in her face, smiling.

“You two must be super duper close!”

>Well, you’ve known her since 7th grade.

“You know I’m still here, right?”

>Well, she wasn’t this quiet in high school.

“Still right here…”

>You regale Pinkie about the homecoming game in junior year.

>Something about how enthusiastic she was when her ex-boyfriend wide receiver caught the ball and ran thirty yards for a touchdown.

>Fem sighs and grabs a few things from her bag.

“I’m taking a shower. Where’s the bathroom?”

>Pinkie points her in the right direction, leaving you with Pinkie.

 

A. small talk

B. get food

C. bizness talk

 

12:00.

>So… Pinkie was never in the sorority?

“Yup! Aren’t I sneaky?”

>So… she wasn’t at any of the parties?

“Not really!”

>So… she didn’t try to seduce any guys or whatever?

“Nope?”

>Then… what was that deal with her trying to seduce you that one night?

>Her face turns the color of her hair.

“Wh-whaddya mean? Th-that was just part of the test!”

>Midterm week just ended. You’re sick of tests.

>You approach her.

>Does Pinkie like you?

“O-of course I like you! I like everypony!”

>Everypony?

>You’re gonna let that one slide.

>Bad jokes aside, Pinkie looks nervous…

>And you’ve gotten her on her heels.

 

A. Sweep her off her feet.

B. Tease her.

C. Abort Mission.

 

>You lean in slowly.

>Pinkie receptively closes her eyes.

>And you leave.

“Nonny! Wait!”

>Door’s closed now.

>Well, you’re out in the hall now.

>Sounds like Fem’s still in the shower.

>Yep, she loves long showers too.

>Well, it’s past noon…

>On a Saturday.

>What now?

 

A. Shower room

B. Rainbow’s room

C. Twilight’s room.

 

>Let’s pay a visit to a friend from the past.

>The girls’ shower.

>The girls’  shower and you have been best bros since you were kids.

>You twist the handle.

>Fem, you masterful genius!

>She locked the door!

>Good thing you’ve been working on your lockpic-

>What? The door’s open?

>Much more realistic than Anon becoming a master of unlocking.

>Fem’s still showering.

>And… the obligatory foggy steaminess is preventing you from seeing anything.

 

A. Join her

B. Talk to her

C. Abort.

 

>Well shit, you just love going in doors and out of doors.

>and wasting my [spoiler] FUCKING TIME NOT WRITING ANYTHING REMOTELY INTERESTING[/spoiler]

>You go out of the very moist and warm shower room.

>The door makes a loud shutting sound, and you coulda sworn you heard Femanon let out a yelp.

>Damn, you’re getting hungry…

>It’s been a while since you ate something.

>But… for the sake of fairness.

 

A. Rainbow’s room

B. Twilight’s room

C. Lunch time (invites available)

http://pastebin.com/7BVxC7XQ

 

>Yup. It’s time for some food.

>Just as you’re about to leave, the shower turns off.

>And… Fem peeks her head outside.

“Did you… see anyone come in?”

>Nope… wanna go to lunch?

“You paying?”

>She smirks as she brings her head back into the shower room.

>Who else is on the invite list?

>Rarity…

>Something’s up with her.

>And something you gotta find out.

>You knock on Twilight’s door.

“Oh… hey there, Anon. What are you doing here?”

>Oh, nothing special.

>Just walking into rooms, doing nothing, then walking back out.

“How many times have you done that?”

>idk, twice, maybe?

>Is Rarity in?

“She’s outside in the hall.”

>Does Rarity look different to her?

“Not at all, why?”

 

“So… that’s how Anon and I met.”

“Oh, that’s absolutely adorable…. you know, you two would make a great couple.”

>You get a little frowny…

>And so does Femanon. She takes a step to the side.

>Rarity picks up on the social cue… and tries to change the subject.

“So… do you know what’s for lunch today?”

>Pff…. you could go to a Mexican restaurant, and Rarity would still be having spaghetti.

>Why is your whole past with Fem getting you to be so… sad?

>I mean, you had the mutual agreement to just be… done with each other when you moved out to college…

>She said you’d both move on to better things.

>Meet new people, and experience new things.

>Maybe, you’re not over her?

>Do you still like her?

>What, no! Of course you don’t… right?

>You like [spoiler]insert waifu here[/spoiler] [spoiler]inb4 luna lyra or [spoiler]shrek[/spoiler][/spoiler]

>Well, regardless of that… maybe there are some loose ends…

>Now whether you like your shoes untied when you walk is entirely up to you.

>But they gotta get tied sometime.

[spoiler]btw, that wasn’t a joke about your shoes, that was a very extended metaphor.[/spoiler]

>You three sit down and begin eating.

 

A. Rarity

B. Femanon

C. Explore the Dining Hall

 

>What’s new in the life of Rarity?

“What ever do you mean, darling?”

>Nothing’s new?

“Nothing is new! You see me every day… how could anything be new?”

>She’s got a point…

“If anything, you should be taking this time to catch up with Femanon… You hardly ever see each other anymore…”

>Fem looks at you, mouth full of food, cheeks puffed out.

>You laugh at her face, and she smiles a bit.

>But…. that’s beside the point.

>You’re worried about Rarity.

“Oh darling, please believe me. I’m fine.”

>She seems like she’s… lost her glow? She looks different.

“Oh? Really? It’s probably because I’m not wearing make up today… and I was too lazy to deal with my hair. To be honest, it’s much more comfortable when it’s down like this.”

“Yup! I agree.”

>Fem plays with her hair a bit, before going back to her food.

>Well… based on what Rarity told you…

>She looks different because she’s lazy.

>And… this is closely to the first time you’ve seen her looking this “different”.

>So she hasn’t been lazy a day in her acquaintance with you… except today.

>What conclusions can we draw?

>General apathy?

>Boredom?

>Loss of purpose?

>Maybe she’s just being lazy…

>Like I am.

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>You feel kind of stupid.

>Anon’s moved on.

>But that hasn’t stopped you from hoping.

>No, damn it, you already decided you weren’t going to do anything.

>That ship has sailed.

>Besides, he’s getting plenty of action from all of those girls.

>That Rainbow Dash girl is all over him.

>And everyone else seems to really like him as well.

>You’re not going to interrupt his love life, just cause you still have some lingering feelings.

>You lather some shampoo into your hair.

>Strawberries.

>Anon’s favorite.

>Fuck.

>Everything’s seem to revolve around him.

>You close your eyes and let water wash the fruity suds off your head.

>Well, at least he isn’t trying to sneak into the shower room.

>You double checked that the door was locked.

>Unless he learned how to pick locks, there’s no way he’s going to just-

 

“Miss me?”

>What the?!

>You feel a hand reach over from behind and clamp down on your mouth.

>Anon?

>You pull his hand away from your face.

>He rests both his arms against your shoulders.

>How did he-

“Door was open.”

>But you locked it. You made sure to lock it.

“Yeah, the shower room doors are kind of finicky.”

>Fuck.

“In the shower? Did you pick up that kink at UCLA?”

>N-no!

>You try to turn around, but he’s making it hard to move in the small shower stall.

>You notice that he’s not wearing anything.

>Oh god no.

>You can’t.

“Sure you can.”

>He spins you around and plants a kiss on your cheek.

>You’re struggling to keep your lips from meeting his.

>He’s into other girls now.

>You both agreed to it.

>Meet new people.

“For old times’ sake.”

>Anon.

>He’s looking into your eyes with that pleading puppy look.

>Fuck.

>You close your eyes and lean forward to give him a kiss.

>He meets your 90%.

>His lips are sweet.

>Wrapping around yours so naturally.

>His hand wraps around your neck.

>The other squeezes your breasts.

>You haven’t done this in months.

>Not since you last saw him.

>You’re losing your mind right now.

>The feeling of water spraying against your back while Anon’s lips gently tug yours.

>You pull away from his face, gasping for air.

>God, you missed that.

“What? Guys at UCLA too good for you?”

>Psh, no.

>Totally the opposite, you think.

>But in all seriousness, you haven’t really found anyone you liked there.

>You were feeling a bit lonely.

“We can fix that.”

 

>Anon props you up against the stall door.

>His hands slide down your wet body.

>One of them slides down to your aching folds.

>You so want him right now.

>He wastes no time in teasing you.

>Oh god.

>Fuck.

>You missed this so much.

>You missed him so much.

>He’s bringing you really close.

>But he’s selfish.

>Just like he always is.

>He wants to see you work for it.

>Really?

“I’m just fucking with ya.”

>He repositions himself, grabbing your legs.

>Whoa, fuck!

>Your hands grab for the top of the stall door for support.

>This is new.

>He smirks and pries your legs apart.

 

>You hear the door slam shut.

>YAAH!

>What the?

>Did someone come in here while you were daydreaming?

>You shut off the shower and look around the stalls.

>Nobody?

>You take a few steps over to the door and peek your head out.

>Anon is walking the other way.

>Anon?

>Was he in the shower?

>Did you… see anyone come in?

>He turns around and spots you.

“Nope.”

>He’s totally lying.

>You can tell by the dopey grin on his face.

“Wanna go to lunch?”

>You blink.

>You were hungry.

>You paying?

>He shrugs.

>Sweet. Free lunch.

>You smirk and return to your shower.

>Making sure to lock and close the door tightly.

>You let out a disappointed sigh.

>Anon didn’t make a move on you.

>He’s totally over you.

>But you knew that.

 

>So that’s how Anon and I met.

>You wrap up your little tale.

>Rarity gives you a bright smile.

“Oh, that’s absolutely adorable… you know, you two would make a great couple.”

>Your smile quickly fades.

>Anon frowns too.

>You look away and take a step to the side.

“So… do you know what’s for lunch today?”

>She asks as she picks up a tray.

>You look around the dining hall.

>It’s nice here.

>Rarity gets a platter of spaghetti.

>You get some pasta fresca.

>Anon seems to be lagging a bit.

>Hey, dude. Food.

>He grabs a tray and piles on some food.

>Lots of healthy stuff, you notice.

>The three of you line up at the cashier.

>Rarity pays, in cash.

>Anon hands the cashier his card.

“Both of us.”

>You hear a satisfying beeping sound.

“Thank you. Enjoy your meal.”

>You find a table and start to chow down.

>You wolf down the pasta fresca.

>The food here is better than at UCLA.

>Atmosphere too.

>Maybe you should see if you could transfer here.

>You stop yourself.

>You’re not doing this...

>Not the time.

>And didn't Anon tell you that he's paying like... double the tuition you are?

>Whatever.

 

“-You see me every day… how could anything be new? If anything, you should be taking this time to catch up with Femanon! You hardly ever see each other anymore.”

>You blink.

>Wait, you missed that. What are they talking about?

>You look at Anon.

>He’s holding back a laugh.

>You give a small smile.

>You swallow your food and shrug.

“I’m just worried about you Rarity.”

“Oh darling, please believe me. I’m fine.”

“You seem to-... you just look different.”

“Oh? Really? It’s probably because I’m not wearing make up today… and I was too lazy to deal with my hair. To be honest, it’s much more comfortable when it’s down like this.”

>Yup! You totally agree.

>Having your hair all styled up is such a pain.

>Hell, just brushing it is a pain.

>You sweep hair out of your face.

>A strand falls back over your eyes.

>You push it again.

>Nope.

>Maybe you should get a haircut…

>Ah well.

>You grab your fork again and twist it in the noodles.

>The food here is so good.

 

“Hey guys!”

>Rainbow Dash places a tray loaded with food next to Anon.

“Yeah. That PK was super clutch.”

>The two of them high five.

>She sits down and gives him a quick hug.

“You just take a shower?”

>She nods.

>He’s got a happy look on his face.

>He used to give you that look.

>You notice a familiar scent coming from Rainbow.

>Strawberries?

“Yeah. Sun-ripened Strawberries. How’d you know?”

>You look away.

>You tell her you use the same product.

“Oh, sweet.”

“No pun intended, right?”

>Everyone, including you, gives Anon a deadpan stare.

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>Nobody liked that shitty pun…

>Not even Carlos.

>Come on, Anon, you’re falling off your game here!

>You stick your fork back into your plate of…

>Spaghetti?

>Rarity must’ve switched your trays.

>You need to ditch this spaghetti… fast.

>So, finals week?

>Everyone lets out a collective groan.

“Which reminds me, uh, we should study?”

>Fem was always the study type despite how much fun she was in high school.

>She’d worry about things, but they’d always fall into place for her.

>You four finish your food and head back up to the dorms, Rainbow Dash victoriously leading the way, combatting any of those potentially dangerous air molecules, and subduing the treacherous ID card reader that stands between you and the lobby.

>... okay, that was a bit of a stretch.

 

A. study/work

B. vidya

C. relax/nap

 

Phone:

http://pastebin.com/7BVxC7XQ

 

Luna (how are you): been working almost all week… don’t wanna deal with finals. :(

Lyra (how are you): mmm pretty tired, but iits been okay. u see the game yesterday?

>Okay… texts are over. Let’s get to work.

>You go back into your room.

>Let’s check Facebook first.

>Official CU page has a picture of the soccer team now.

>Lol, look at Dash’s face. She didn’t look ready to smile in that one.

>Your older friend from high school is applying for med school now… good to see him going somewhere.

>And… most of your underclassmen friends from high school are dealing with the pressure of college acceptance.

>Them were the good old days.

>Now you gotta worry about girls and lunch and fitness and finals.

>Oh fuck! Finals!

>Study time.

>You prepare your books and laptop.

 

A. study solo

(or you can pick one or more below.)

B. Femanon

C. Twilight

D. Fluttershy

 

>You probably should study with Twilight.

>She’s the most smartest.

>You pack up your stuff and shoot a text over to her.

Twilight (study): actually no, u stay there, i’ll come over

>Well, not a problem. That’s great.

>You don’t feel like moving.

>So you put your stuff down, and unpack.

>There’s a knock on your door… a lot quicker than you expected.

“Open up.”

>You open the door, and it’s Fem.

“Ready to study?”

>Um… yeah?

>You get your books.

>You introduce Femmy to Spike.

“Call me that one more time… ”

>And… before you get the chance, another knock on the door.

“Hey Anon! I’m here… oh, hey there Fem!”

“... hi? Uhh… Twilight, right?”

>She nods and smiles.

“Ready to study?”

 

(1/x)

 

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“Ready to study?”

>Whoa, deja vu.

“Gah, Anon! Why are you bringing them here? Can’t you leave?”

“What, so you can get to Challenger? It’s finals week, dude… some of us need to study.”

>Twilight clears her throat.

“Spike? I can help you later if you want.”

>Then Spike packs up his stuff and leaves and goes like

[spoiler]“No fuck girls there dum”[/spoiler]

>You slip your backpack off and jump onto Anon’s bed.

>And by jump, you mean try to jump, but end up banging your knee against the post and flop on the ground.

>These beds are so high above the ground.

>Comfy as fuck though.

>Anon gives you a hand.

>The clapping kind.

>You glare at him.

>And then helps you up.

“You alright?”

>You rub the forming bruise on your leg.

>Never better.

>Twilight takes a seat on the bed.

>What are they studying? Better be physics. You could use some help with that.

 

A. ask Twilight a question

B. ask Anon for help

C. snuggle in Anon’s covers

 

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>You open up your Physics book first.

“Midterm’s on Tuesday! Probably should prioritize that first.”

>Twilight goes into Spike’s desk and gets her book out.

>So gravity…

“Force of gravity.”

>Right, force of gravity.

>Sorry, you were distracted by the fact that one person in the room disappeared.

>Where the hell did Fem go?

“Negative nine point eight meters per second squared. Or negative sixteen feet per second… which does your professor use?”

>Okay, so her voice is present.

>Twilight answers without looking up.

“Metric system master race, Fem. Come on.”

“Hey, some professors are dicks about it. Mine has us do every problem both ways for his exams.”

>Okay, really where the fuck.

>She was just on your bed. Now there’s just a blob there.

>You investigate… she’s getting real comfy, isn’t she.

“Yeah… your sheets are pretty soft. Beds are amazing too. UCLA dorms suck compared to this.”

>You didn’t fuck three girls in this bed… so it must smell amazing.

“Come cuddle with me.”

>Kinda out of nowhere… and you’re supposed to be studying.

“I’m not moving.”

>Twilight giggles.

“Gosh, you too are too cute… why the heck did you guys break up?”

>Twilight, not being an elite socialite… made just now super awkward.

>You exchange a look with Femanon.

>An uncomfortable glare, [spoiler]like that of a man who must explain to his paraplegic daughter that her dreams of becoming a ballerina will never come true.[/spoiler]

 

A. tell her in full

B. have Fem tell her

C. give her the TLDR

D. tell her to get >>>/out/

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>You look at Anon anxiously.

>He’s got an uncomfortable gaze.

>Was your whole breakup mutual? Does he have the same story?

>You two never formally said it was over.

>You kinda just talked about it.

“Just… eh, y’know, long distance.”

>Good. You two were on the same page… sort of.

>You and him just couldn’t keep it going.

>It was kind of a hassle that you didn’t want to put up with.

>Even though you totally could have…

>He just wouldn’t put you through that sort of thing...

“Oh! Well… that’s too bad.”

>Yeah, too bad.

>You return to your book, leaned up against Anon’s wall.

>You snuggle under his covers… you feel a cold chill creeping up on your legs.

>Is LA this cold? Nah, it’s the City of Angels… where everyone’s super tan and they all wear short shorts and tanktops every day.

>Nevertheless, it’s really damn comfortable…

>And… you can just barely recognize his scent from his blankets.

>It’s nice.

“So… if you just integrate the function…”

>You toss in Anon’s bed to take a look at Twilight, who’s writing on the room’s whiteboard.

 

A. ask a question

B. Twilight

C. Anon

 

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“So… How do you know Anon?”

>Good to see the girls making conversation.

>Twilight looks up from her book.

“Oh! He and I… um…”

>Don’t say dated. Don’t say dated.

“Went out… earlier this quarter.”

>Fuck.

>Fem shoots you a look.

“And… then what happened?”

“I uh… what was the word you used? Clingy?”

[spoiler]>She pulled a lyrafag[/spoiler]

>You put your palm to your face in embarrassment.

“Oh…”

>Fem laughs.

“What?”

“Anon used to be like that.”

“Really?”

>Oh here we go.

“He stalked me all through high school. Texted me nonstop, always asked if I was okay, if “something was wrong?” He got better senior year though...”

“Aww, how cute!”

>Fem smirks and sticks a tongue out at you.

>You shake your head and plot your revenge on her.

 

A. tell an embarrassing story about her

B. tease her with bizness

C. tell her to leave.

 

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>You flip through a few sample problems in your textbook.

“Have I ever told you the time when Femmy here got her wisdom teeth pulled?

>You blink.

>What?

>Oh hell no.

“No, but that sounds like a great story!”

“Well, turns out, she can’t handle any form of medication without going incredibly loopy.”

>He’s actually telling this story.

>Fucking. Douchebag.

“Her parents made her go to school the day after.”

>You try to kick him but your foot doesn’t connect.

“I think she was on vicodin at the time. But yeah, she asked my friends if they’d like to spend an evening locked up in a basement with her. Said she wanted to… sustain herself or something?”

>You throw a pillow at his face.

>He catches it and gives it a tight hug.

“Apparently, Femmy is really kinky.”

>You feel your face heat up.

>He’ll never let you live that one down.

“I was totally gonna take her up on the offer but… I was playing ARAM’s at the time.”

“You would be Leaguing rather than making it with a girl.”

>Twilight shakes her head and laughs.

>Wait… what did she say?

>Making it?

>1970’s

>And what century is her outfit even from?

>inb4 EqG Twilight

>You duck under his covers and wrap them tightly over your head.

“Aww, come on Fem…”

>Fuck him.

>The covers are lifted up, revealing your small curled up figure to Anon.

>His smile immediately changes to a frown when he sees you.

>What does he want?

“Don’t be sad… please?”

>You glare at him and gnaw on your lip.

>He’s such a dick.

“Hey, I had to get you back at least once.”

>No he didn’t.

>You weren’t even making fun of him.

>You were pointing out one of his endearing traits.

>And he just had to make you look like a slut.

>Thanks. Asshole.

>You scramble out of his bed.

>But the blankets are tangled around you.

>You fall on the floor below, making a loud thud.

>Fuck.

>You pick yourself up, rewrap the blankets around your shoulders, and storm out of his room.

(1/x)

 

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>Fuck, she mad.

>She real mad.

“Smooth, Anon… real smooth.”

>Pff. Twilight wouldn’t know smooth if a baby twerked on her.

>You hate seeing Fem mad…

>Hell, you hate seeing Fem anything other than happy.

>You held a torch for her for as long as you’ve known her.

>And… as much as you tried to get over her...

>Old habits die hard.

>And guilt is equally immortal.

>And… she took your sheets too. Your night’s gonna be as equally cold as your heart.

“Don’t you think you went a little too far?”

>Fem’s usually a good sport! She even told that story once or twice.

“Before, or after she started dating you?”

>Before… but you can’t see how that makes a dif-

“Anon, that was before she liked you. You can’t just embarrass her now… how can you not tell that she’s still into you?”

>[spoiler]yfw Twilight’s giving you dating tips[/spoiler]

>Fem’s still into you? But you two talked about this...

>That’s beside the point.

“No… it’s not.”

>Agh. You fucked up this time.

>You rub your temples for a bit, trying to replay what the hell you just did.

 

A. Go after Fem

B.  keep studying.

C. Rant to Twilight about Shining Armor.

 

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>Man, you hate it when he tells that story.

>And… your knee still hurts from earlier.

>Why the hell did you keep these sheets anyway?

>Oh right. Because you need some comforting.

>And these are comfy as fuck.

>Not like Anon’s going to follow after you anyways.

“Fem, wait!”

>Wait, what?

>He actually came after you?

>You don’t want to deal with him right now.

>Just keep walking, Fem. Just keep walking.

>Wow, referring to yourself in the third person is weird. [spoiler]OPti note: Not like second person’s any better.[/spoiler]

>You hear his footsteps grow closer.

“Hey, you left your bag in my room.”

>Oh...

>So he doesn’t care about you at all.

>He spins you around.

“I never said that.”

>What, does he think bringing your bag ba-

“I’m sorry.”

>Go fuck yourse-... wait, what?

>Did Anon just apologize?

“I-... I’m sorry. Even though I have no fucking clue what I did wrong, you know I mean it, Fem. I can’t stand to see you like this.”

>Um.

>Well…

>How the fuck are you supposed to respond to that?

>He looks at you expectantly.

>Waiting for you to say something.

>This is awkward.

>You’re speechless.

 

A.Forgive him.

B.Stall for effect.

C.Apologize.

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>Fem’s just staring at you.

>Menacingly.

>Fuck, she’s not taking it.

>How are you supposed to convince her?

>This is probably the most sincere you’ve ever been in your life.

>Fuck, it’s killing you to see her glare like that.

>You’ve known her for forever! How come it’s so different now?

>It’s like she’s a different person.

>You try to say sorry again, but… she’s not responding.

>Dammit, why won’t she say anything?!

>You’re out of words to say… and feelings to show.

>You’re stuck.

>Stuck on the fact she’s into you.

>Stuck on the possibility you could ruin something.

>Stuck.

>You’re stuck.

>She’s stuck.

 

A. Kiss her.

B. Hug her

C. Give up.

 

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>He wraps his arms around you.

“Fem…”

>You freeze up, despite his warmth permeating through the covers you’ve shawled yourself in.

>What?

>Why is he-?

“I’m sorry…”

>You let out a sigh, returning the hug.

>Anon should know…

>You can’t do this anymore.

“What?”

>You need to talk.

>You two take a seat on a couch together in the lobby.

>You can’t keep holding to these lingering feelings.

 

(1/X)

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>Lingering feelings, huh?

>Twilight said something about this, but all you’re remembering right now is gravity.

>Weighing down on you like a boulder.

“You and I both know there’s some loose ends between… you and me.”

>What loose ends?

“Anon, please. Don’t play this with me.”

>You two agreed.

>College would be it’s own adventure.

>One that you’d have to choose to make on your own.

>No matter… how much fun life after prom night was…

>How much time you spent together studying for AP tests.

>How many texts you sent her.

>How many nights you stayed up with her.

>All of that, the both of you were supposed to toss aside.

>It was asking the impossible.

“How… how could you expect me to do that, Anon?”

>To be honest, you’re not too sure how you could’ve done that yourself.

>It all comes flooding back.

>Every joke you told her.

>The way she smiled when she laughed.

>The way you her hand felt in yours.

>The way her lips felt on yours.

>Do you want that again?

 

A. Kiss her.

B. Let her talk.

C. [spoiler]Call of Duty[/spoiler]

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>Forget it...

>Anon looks at you.

“What?”

>You can tell just by how he’s acting.

>How it’s taking him so long to even respond.

>You feel your chest tighten.

>He has some great friends.

>And he’s having fun here.

>And you’re not going to force him to do anything.

>And you sure as hell aren’t going to be clingy.

>You know how much he hates that.

>You fight back some tears.

>If you really love them, let ‘em go.

>Oh god, no. You need some soap to wash the cliché out your mouth.

“... Fem, I-”

>You wrap your arms him and hold him tightly.

>This is starting to feel like when you left for UCLA the first time.

>Saying goodbye.

>Ending an ephemeral relationship.

>Finding your own way.

>He gently hugs you back.

“You know, your hair smells like strawberries.”

>You let out a soft laugh.

“... don’t be a stranger, alright?”

>The two of you lay in each other’s arms for a while.

>Nothing lasts forever. No matter how much you want.

>You start walking back to Pinkie’s room.

“Hey Fem?”

>You turn around hopefully.

“Do you… wanna play Call of Duty?”

 

End Day 41.

 

>You toss her a controller as she plops back down on the couch.

>You load up a game and play on opposite teams, just for good times sake.

>Because Fem and you always had fun playing video games.

>Fuck that shit, Feely Weekend Featuring OP's sister is over.

>You round the corner, looking at her screen, killing her once.”

"Fuck you!"

>Pff, she wishes she could.

>You hear the sound of an sniper reloading.

"I can do that whenever I want! Also, headshot!”

>She’s runs over and teabags your dead corpse.

>Hacks, lag, bullshit, screenlooking.

“Lol, get on my level. Bitch.”

>You remind her about the basement.

[spoiler] who the fuck is writing this? You or me? [/spoiler]

>She hits you on the arm.

>No fuck that, she kicks your balls in.

>No fuck you sis, this is my post. She punches your arm.

>She kicks your ball - BALL. SINGULAR- in.

>Anon Armstrong

… fucking come home already.

[spoiler]k[/spoiler]

“You wanna play Search instead?”

 

Day 41 Summary

Ended your first love.

But gained a lifelong true friend.

Femanon Arc Complete[spoiler]? but we didn't even FUCK HER![/spoiler]

Studies… kinda up kinda down.

Bomb has been planted.