Title: Art Teacher Anon: Month 2 Author: goofygoob123 Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/isF5yJV7 First Edit: Sunday 14th of December 2014 10:55:28 PM CDT Last Edit: Sunday 14th of December 2014 10:55:28 PM CDT >The month of December. When Christmas and New Years come along. >A time of joy, peace, and happiness. >"Stop moving, Anon! The more you flinch, the more I screw this up!" >Where you had the Idea that you should let Sunset put your hair in a more manageable style, you don't know. >It was a fucking horrible thought. "OW! Jesus, girl, who taught you to dread hair?" >The girl just continued twisting. >"Well, when people get dreadlocks, they normally have to deal with this. Unless you want to keep that afro that kept getting stuck on shit." >Smart ass. >She continues to work on it, much to your pain and irritation. >"So. How are you feeling?" >She's being considerate? "What do you mean?" >"Last month. You know, when everything first started. The end of the month. Silver was getting really attached to you. And then...shit happened." "A little too soon, Sunset." >"Understandable..." >You sat there, a little saddened. >You can't help but feel that it is your fault Silver Spoon is in a hospital bed. >No one knew she had asthma. And when you spoke to her parents... >Well, her dad, he was more concerned about how much a bottle of Jack Daniels costs. >No wonder single fathers have bad rep. >Better get your mind off it. "How are things going with you and Flash?" >"AWESOME! Last night, he took me to this really fancy restaurant, and we almost kissed!" >You smiled. "Did you kiss?" >"Nope. I want to take this extra slow. A lot of guys just want sex, you know? So I'm pulling out all the stops." "Or putting them up." >She waved her hand. >"Details, details." >After an hour or 2, she grinned and passed you the mirror. "I swear to God, if you made me look like Coolio..." >When you looked into it, you sighed in relief. >You look reasonable, all you have to do now is trim up and tie them back. >The students are likely to ask questions tomorrow, but luckily for you, it ties in to the next assignment. >"Next time have some faith in me." "Ha, right. Have faith in the girl who has an uncanny ability to make things go horribly wrong for me." >She shrugged, and headed toward the bathroom. >"I suggest you get a shower and wash them." >That is exactly what you were going to do. >When you get into the bathroom, you close and lock the door. >Something you've forced yourself to start doing since last week. >You miss having the house to yourself, but it's cool to have the feminine odor around. >The water was hot, and it felt good to have it run on you again. >It was always better to think in here, when it was comfortable. >Sunset has become less flirtatious recently, and you are glad about that. >Part of you misses the spontaneous kisses she would give you, though. >You find it odd that she didn't cancel the bet. >Is she just using Flash? Just to have someone to talk to? >It makes sense, teacher student relationships are looked down upon. >It's also good for you. You should look into girls your age, anyway. >So that means 23 and...up. >You aren't exactly on the whole MILF thing, but you could give it a shot. >You turn off the water, and put on your clothes. >You hop on the couch, and get ready to sleep for the night. >Tying up the hair, you lie back, and stare at the ceiling. >What to do for Christmas break... >You could go with Cel and Luna. That's what you usually do. >Most of your family is dead anyway, save for some uncles and cousins. >Yeah, just spend it with friends. >The more you think, the sleepier you get. >You close your eyes, and slip into sleep.   >You stretch, waking up before the Alarm. >Good sleep. >It doesn't take long to get dressed, a hoodie and a leather jacket, along with a beanie. >Jeans, and loafers. >SET FOR THE COLD!! >You head out, letting the baconhaired girl sleep in a little. >Going out in this cold, she'll need all the energy she can get. >Good thing things don't start for her until later. >As you make your way in town, you see your favorite parkour teen. >Scootaloo, and her adrenaline junkie sister-friend, Rainbow Dash. >"Jesus Dash, it's not like you're my mom." >"Scoot, if you want to get sick and miss stuff that's fine. But it'll be your fault you did." >Of course, on your walks to school, you always saw Scootaloo getting ready to leave. >She'll walk with you from time to time as well. >Rainbow waves at you with a grin, then goes inside, leaving you and the purple haired teen alone for the cold morning journey. "So. Momma got you all set for winter?" >"Shut up...anyway, nice hair." >Not sure if serious... "Thanks. you ready for school?" >Scootaloo nodded, and joined you. >Scootaloo has joined your party! ------ >You are Sunset Shimmer. >You stretch, letting out a long breath. >That was a really good rest you had. >You hop out of bed, and turn on the music for your phone. >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yv_hH27WC_g [Embed] >A tune that gets you moving, lovely. >Now then, let's see how cold it is. >You put your hand on the window, feeling the icy glass for a bit. >It is the beginning of winter... >You put on leggings, and a skirt. >One of your favorite t-shirts, and a sweater. >The sweater is nice. Then comes your jacket. >Leather, or Bomber? >Bomber, comfort is better than attraction. >Now the fur boots... *DING!* >Hm? A message? >Who texts at 6:40 in the morning? >[Flash-Sentry] >Oh! The new bf. [Hey!] >[Sup? You on your way? I was planning on getting us some breakfast. Sugarcube Corner is open and they got donuts.] >That sounds great. Donuts'll definitely be a kickstart to the day. >You hurriedly force on your boots, and force your way to the door, knocking over some pictures on the way. >Fuck 'em, donuts. >You close the door, and start running. >Don't wanna be late for school while going for donuts. >There is a strange feeling you're forgetting something, but you dismiss it.