>It’s kind of weird, now that you think about it.
>”And then, would you believe it…”
>This purple stick.
>”She called me an egghead before laughing at her own joke.”
>This purple stick, with her lips always curled up into a gleeful smile, speaks to you more than pretty much anyone else.
>Twilight takes a moment to run a hand through her hair, seemingly trying to remember something else about her day, of which was riddled with teenage problems and bickering.
>Just as she's in the process of reaching for another handful of chips does she grow a wide smile, a finger shooting up at the sky.
>”Oh, right!”
>Raising a brow at the youngling but remaining quiet, you take another drink from your beer and gesture for her to continue.
>She takes a moment to compose herself, relaxing further into her usual seat on your bed, though her voice comes out much less confident than before.
>”Soooo, I was wondering…”
>She twiddles with her thumbs for a second, eyes darting between her hands and you.
>Is…
>Is she blushing?
>”Would you, uh, you know, maybe…”
>You can’t help but smirk as her eyes dart to and fro, as if she's done something wrong.
>Kind of reminds you of your first talk with her, all those many years ago.
>...Shit, has it really been that long since Dancer's tenth birthday party?
>”D’ya wanna’ come and see the midnight release too?”
>Blinking, you look up with wide eyes to Twilight.
>Letting your brain process her words for a moment, you eventually relax back into your seat beside her.
>Right.
>You promised Dancer to give her rides to and fro the movies later tonight.
>Honestly, you have to muddle over your response.
>Can't let them know that you were going to go regardless.
>Not that you cared for the movie or anything, far from it, but there's no way in Hell that you were just going to let the two go to the theaters alone at such an hour.
>Stealing a chip from Twilight's palm, you pretend to think it over as you chew.
"...Sure, guess I don't have anything else pla—"
>”TWIIIIIIGY!”
>Blinking, both of you look to the doorway despite knowing that the voice came from the room adjacent to yours.
>Twilight sits up from her previously relaxed position, her hands forming an ad hoc cone around her mouth.
>”Yeah, Moonie?”
>Silence is your only reply for a moment, to which you and Twilight share a skeptical glance.
>”I NEED HELP WITH MY COSTUME!”
>Twilight, sending a bashful smile your way, shrugs before making a hasty retreat from your room.
>Her footsteps soon fade behind your sister's door, her giddy voice following the shut of the door.
>Shaking your head, you eventually get up and shut your own door before returning to your computer.
>As much of a genius as young Twilight is, she's never closed your door.
>Maybe she does it just to vex you?
>Probably.
>Plopping your ass back your chair before the computer, you idly scratch at your chin.
>Finally, some personal time away from lifting, cooking for all these little shits, and driving Moonie everywhere.
>...Maybe it’s time to finally do some research on this “Phoenix Ranger Featherman R” that those two are always watching reruns of in the living room?
>...
>Glancing back at your door, you ponder your options for several seconds before scurrying for the lock.
>Ctrl+Shift+N.
>...
>......
>Glancing back at your watch, you stare at the dimly lit numbers.
>11:10 PM.
>Little shits should be ready by now, what with their constant, “We gotta’ be early, Anon!” and “We gotta’ get those top-tier seats, Twiggy, nothing but the best!”
>Bah.
>Removing yourself from the side of the car, you try and ignore the night's gentle breeze as you make way for the front door.
>Upon opening it, you’re met with an empty living room.
>Well, 'empty' would only mean 'empty' in terms of people.
>Place is still littered with bags of chips, soda, and cards.
>Such is the sad state of the living room each Friday night when Twi—
>”We’re ready, Anon!”
>The words are immediately followed by a small set of playful punches to your back, of which may or may not have caused your bladder to panic, if just for a moment.
>Taking in a calming breath, you slowly turn to look down at the two little shits...
>Both of them are clad in skin-tight outfits from their favorite show.
>Boots, helmets, the whole nine motherfucking yards.
>Where the hell did they even get these costumes?
>”Ha!" says the one in the pink costume.
>You instantly recognize her voice as Twilight.
>She grabs the purple ranger by the arm, who you deduce as Moon Dancer, before giving her a delighted shake.
>This causes the shorter of the two to stumble and nearly fall in place.
>”Speechless!” Twilight says with a finger pointed at you.
>She giggles to herself for a moment before striking a pose that harkens back thoughts of Captain Ginyu.
>You and Dancer share a look as the pink-clad woman giggles at her own antics.
>...Or at least you think you do.
>It’s kind of hard to tell, what with that helmet and all.
>Dancer eventually settles with a shrug before pointing at Twilight.
>”When you’re going to eventually laugh, laugh at her, it was Twiggy’s idea.”
>”N-Nani?”
>Your chuckle certainly doesn’t help the situation, though you turn around and to lock the door as the two begin their usual bickering.
>”You’re the one who got me into Featherman in the first place!”
>”Irrelevant.”
>”You’re also the one who wanted to cosplay!”
*Ka-chink.*
>”But I never thought you’d actually order—”
>Patting both of the little shits on their respective helmets, you gently turn their heads towards the driveway.
“So how about that mov—”
>”SHOTGUN!”
>Aaaaaand there goes Twilight, racing off towards the car.
>You and Dancer share another glance before sharing a shrug.
>Patting her on the helmet once more, you let out another small chuckle at the duo.
“You sure know how to pick ‘em, little D.”
>She shakes her head to try and free it of your grasp.
>You only release your grip after knocking a little tune on her helmet with your knuckles.
>She returns the gesture by punching you in the arm.
>The sting lasts for only a moment, but by then you’re already making way for the car.
>Rolling your shoulders, you eventually settle into the driver's seat and shove the key in the ignition.
>Letting go a slow breath as you relax into your seat, you can't help but imagine what types of people will be at the theaters tonight.
>Maybe they'll be fully functional and respectable members of society?
>Maybe they'll—
>You're torn from your thoughts by Twilight fiddling with the radio.
>"Try picking something that's not dreck this time, Twiggy."
>"Pfft, I always pick the best music."
>She looks up to you, her helmet now on her lap, her eyes revealing almost as much joy as her smile.
>"Right, Anon?"
>Raising a brow, you settle for tousling the little shit’s hair before turning your attention back to the driveway.
>Right.
>”See? Best. Music.”
>”Nuh uh.”
>”Yeah huh!”
>”Nuh uh!”
>What a time to be alive.
>Pulling the vehicle out of the driveway and setting her down the path to the local theater, you let another chuckle escape you as the bickering only furthers.
>”This music is shit.”
>”No you—”
>”SHIIIIIT!”
>Such is the life of the big brother.
>...
>......
>”Hey, little D?”
>Eyes going wide, you shake yourself awake and look up to see Anon’s eyes through the rear-view mirror.
>You have to force that smile away, lest he think that you’re excited to talk to him.
“Yeah?”
>He snaps a few times before opening his door and stepping out.
>”We’re here.”
>Thankfully you’ve still got your helmet on at this point, so he can’t see you yawn.
>Nor can he see the bags under your eyes.
>Another day, another all-nigh—
>”C’mon, reveille, reveille, up and attem!”
>He’s already opened your door and is looking down at you with a shit-eating grin.
>Peering over his shoulder is your best friend, Twilight.
>She’s giddy as can be.
>Whether that’s over being able to spend the night with you or being in such close proximity to Anon, you’ll never know.
>Grumbling, you stretch in your seat before unbuckling.
“I’m coming, I’m coming…”
>Giving you space to exit, Twilight and Anon stand some way off in the parking lot.
>Their idle chatter gives you reason to curse under your breath.
>Why doesn’t Anon ever try to talk to you?
>Stretching a bit further, you eventually fall in line behind the other two.
>”Ready?”
>You and Twilight nod in unison.
>And so you begin to walk towards the cinemas.
>All the while as you and Twilight begin to talk about the blockbuster you’re about to witness, though, you can’t help but feel your gut churning with each step you take forwards.
>People.
>You can just make out their forms lining up outside the ticket booths.
>Unknown people.
>Judgemental people.
>Horrible, horrible people.
>This was a mistake.
>...
>......
>It’s kind of hard to contain your laughter, but you manage to hold.
>Your bottom lip feels like it’s about to bleed, but you lightly elbow Twilight in the side again, both of you in stitches.
“Y-you see the guy with the tail?”
>Her breathing gets incredibly strained as she notices the behemoth of a person just some-twenty-odd feet away.
“Six hundreds pounds of health and counting!”
>Noticing a few heads turn your way, you suck in a breath before putting on a bored face.
>C’mon…
>Pulling out your phone, eyes still loitering on you, you begin to idly check the thing.
>No friends to really text and nothing else to really do, but you still try to act busy nonetheless.
>Twilight, however, can still be heard laughing off to your right.
>Some seconds pass, and eventually do the stares subside.
>Soon as they do, you playfully smack Twilight on the shoulder.
“Fuckin’ smooth, purple.”
>You don’t dare hide the smirk as she looks up to you, the young woman still clutching her sides as you can hear faint echoes of her laughter from the helmet.
>”I… I can’t!”
>Shaking your head, you knock twice on her helmet before turning back to your phone.
>11:33 PM.
“Should start selling the tickets any minute now…”
>Shoving the thing back into your pocket, you note that Twilight’s calmed her breathing and is in the process of taking a few calming breaths.
>Man, you haven’t even started to parooze the bunch of fans to the left.
>For instance…
>Exhibit one.
>There’s the mentally disturbed manchild over yonder trying to pull off a dress, of which is followed by an obscene amount of facial hair and grease.
>Exhibit two.
>A rather lanky man with a mullet that reminds you of Vercingetorix, his facial construction reminding you of a rat more than anything else.
>Exhibit three.
>A young woman with bacon-colored hair and a leather jacket.
>...
>Huh.
>Minus the jacket, she’s downright normal.
>Attractive, even.
>Wait, shit, you caught her eye.
>Play it cool, Anon.
>Offering a small smirk, you give her a nod before reaching for your phone.
>Much to your surprise, she returns it.
>A moment later, though, and you’re moving back to talk to Twilight when you hear footsteps approaching from your left.
>”Uh, hey!”
>A feminine voice.
>Can’t be older than nineteen or so, you reckon.
>Turning on a heel, your eyes widen as you spot the bacon-haired woman now standing before you, a bashful smile on her face.
>”Hi, and, uh, sorry, but I was wondering…”
>She makes a pointed effort to get Twilight to look at her, with a nervous smile and a frantic wave.
>”Could I get a picture with you two?”
>It’s then when two things happen.
>First, you can feel Dancer pressing against your back, hiding behind you as if she’s reverted into a small child again.
>Second, Twilight gasps before removing her helmet, to which something even weirder happens.
>Twilight and the stranger squeal in delight before embracing.
>...
>The fuck?
>Well, first thing’s first.
>Turning slightly, you look down to Dancer with a worried expression.
“You alright, Moon?”
>She looks up to you, and it’s then when you notice her light trembling.
>Oh, man, she hasn’t had a case of fright this bad since that one incident at the beach.
>Reaching out and pulling her close by the shoulder, you pat her on the helmet a few times.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, everything’s gonna’ be fine.”
>She doesn’t respond to that, to which you just hold her close.
>Dancer never was one for words when she gets spooked.
>...Wait, how long has it even been since you’ve hugged this little shit?
>Shit, man, it’s been at least a year, if not tw—
>”Uh, sorry about that, Anon!”
>Blinking, you look up to see Twilight and the stranger, both with wide smiles.
>Raising a brow, you don’t say anything and instead let the two speak for themselves.
>”Oh, uh, sorry,” Twilight says before gesturing towards the stranger, “this is Sunset, a friend from CHS!”
>Sunset…
>Sunset.
>Clicking your tongue, you throw that name around in your head for a moment before nodding.
“Yeah, think I’ve heard you mention her a few times, purple.”
>Releasing Dancer from the small embrace, you take a step forward and offer a small wave.
“Hey there, name’s Anon, pleasure to meet ya’.”
>Much to your surprise, she offers a hand to shake.
>Quite strange for a highschooler, but you don’t deny her.
>...Actually quite the shake on this one.
>”I’m Sunset Shimmer!”
>She takes a moment to look you over, a small smile on her face all the while.
>”Twilight never told me had another brother.”
>That gets a small chuckle out of you, though you soon feel Dancer pressing up against your back a moment later.
>Twilight in turn shakes her head with a small giggle.
>”Nah, he’s just an old friend, just like Moonie…”
>She takes a moment to look around for your little sister, though raises a brow when she can’t spot her.
>Oh, right.
>Looking over your shoulder, you put on what you hope is a warm smile.
“C’mon, Moon, it’ll be fine.”
>She looks up to, seemingly having a small war within her head, but eventually relents.
>Peeking her head out from behind your form for only a moment, she gives a small wave before uttering one word.
>”Hi.”
>Aaaand then she returns behind your back.
>It’s enough to get a small chuckle out of you and Twilight, Sunset’s confused face now holding a small smile.
“She’s a bit shy, Moon Dancer,” you say while pointing behind you with a thumb, “but she’s quite the handful when she comes outta that shell.”
>”...Am not,” comes a whisper from behind.
>Sunset, however, takes it in stride, her smile returning to full size.
>”Well, I was wondering if I could get a picture with Twilight and Moonie, if that’s not too much to ask for…”
>Her nervous chuckle is enough to make you smile and slowly turn to Dancer.
“See? She digs your costume.”
>You gesture towards the crowd at large that’s all around you.
“Kind of shits on everyone else’s costumes, honestly.”
>”Y-you think?”
>You pat her on the shoulder.
“I know.”
>At that does she stare up at you, eyes searching your own for something deceitful.
>A trace of condescension, a lick of contempt, anything.
>Nearly half a minute later does she cancel her search, a small nod leaving her.
>”I, uh, I’ll do it.”
>”Really?!”
>Sunset’s disbelief scares Dancer back into hiding behind you, but she’s coaxed back out by a few encouraging words from Twilight.
>”Aw, c’mon, Moonie!”
>”You look great, stop doubting yourself!”
>”Hurry up, it’s almost starting.”
>A moment later are you designated to taking the pictures of the lot.
>Being women, they naturally want twenty plus photos of something that should be one picture.
>C’est la vie.
>...
>......
>And now you remember exactly why you pirate movies.
>The concessions counter.
>A single tear travels down your cheek as you stare down at the receipt.
>$174.39
“This is why we need communism.”
>”Hmm?”
>Dancer looks up from her slushie, of which appears comically unproportional to her tiny hands.
>Her cheeks are full like a squirrel’s.
>Shaking your head, you chuckle at the sight before picking a piece of popcorn and flicking it at her.
>It bounces harmlessly off her humongous forehead, but she grows a smirk at this.
>You nearly jump out of your seat when she feints pouring her drink all over your lap.
>Her giggles are almost drowned out by your own grumbling at the little scamp.
“Little shit.”
>”No you.”
>Twilight and Sunset’s giggles erupt from beside Dancer, but you can only chuckle along with the whole stupidity of the exchange.
>Just like old times, you guess.
>Settling back into your seat, you glance at your watch.
>11:51 PM.
>Oh boy.
>”Ooooh man, previews!”
>Dancer begins to repeatedly elbow you in the side.
>”Previews, Anon, previews! The best part of the movie!”
>Kind of rare, seeing Dancer this happy.
>Almost helps to ease the sting of the concessions…
>Almost.
>Relaxing further into your seat, you settle down for the long haul.
>Hell, who knows, this might actually be good.
>...
>......
>”That…”
>That was awesome?
>That was the best movie he’s ever seen?
>Slurping down at the bottom of your empty cup, which you always knew bothered him to no end, you stay close to Anon’s side.
>”That was… pretty good!”
>Blinking, you stop in your tracks along with Moonie and Sunset.
>He stops only a moment later, looking back to you three with confused eyes.
>Rubbing his neck, his eyes dart between you all.
>...
>.......
>Fuck’s up with these three?
>Did you accidentally call one of them fat?
>...No, not tha—
>”PRETTY GOOD?!”
>”YOU THINK IT’S JUST ‘PRETTY GOOD’?”
>”EASILY THE BEST MOVIE OF THE DECADE!”
>”I HAVE NO BROTHER!”
>Oh.
>Ooooh.
>Right.
>You had a differing opinion.
>Well ain’t that a kick in the head?
>Trying to act as casual as possible, despite the three young woman surrounding you with vehement words and the countless eyes now upon your group, you glance at your watch…
>2:13 AM.
>”YOUR TASTE A SHIT!”
>”HOW… HOW?!”
>Wonder if you’ll have any brain cells by the time you get these little shits home?
>...
>......
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
>It’s actually pretty nice.
>Twilight, for all of her eccentric behavior around you, was never that good at picking music.
>By that, you mean you never had the guts to tell her that her music taste was a shitload of fuck.
>Pulling the vehicle into a slow stop, you take a moment to glance at the shotgun seat.
>Moon Dancer, all of her previous poise forgotten, slumps back in her seat.
>You can just make out her gentle snoring under the radio’s reverberations.
>Heh.
>She’s even got a little trail of slobber going down the side of her cheek.
>”She always do that?”
>You can feel Twilight lean on the back of your seat, her thin fingers gently grabbing you by the shoulder.
>Your spine goes rigid at the sudden contact, but you eventually settle back into your seat.
>Turning, you see Twilight’s eyes locked onto Dancer’s sleeping form.
>She doesn’t let go of your shoulder for some reason, but you chuckle at the familiar sight.
“Oh, Moon?”
>Green.
>Gently stepping on the petal, you shrug.
“She’s always slobbered despite being, ya’ know, the intellectual giant of the family.”
>That gets a small chuckle out of you.
“Aw man, I must’ve never told you about how I used to mess with her and Half-Full during car trips up east.”
>Your breath catches for a moment as Twilight lazily begins to draw a circle on your shoulder, but you continue after a moment’s hesitation.
“She would always be reading, be it random bullshit or random textbooks that she snagged from—”
>”Am I smart, Anon?”
>Blinking, you slow down the vehicle for a moment as the interruption catches you completely off guard.
>She sounds doubtful.
>Downright sad, even.
>Nodding, you begin to drive through your neighborhood on autopilot, sending Twilight glances whenever you can.
“Smarter than me at the very least…”
>You chuckle a bit before shrugging.
“Not sure if that’s saying much, though.”
>Twilight gives out a small hum at that, though doesn’t stop her idle finger.
>”You think?”
>You nod.
“Hell, I barely graduated CHS, what with getting caught near the end.”
>Putting the car into a slow stop in the driveway, you reach up and tousle Twilight’s hair.
“And you’re over here getting scholarships and shit, making me look like a damn retard.”
>She leans into your hand as a slow giggle makes its way to your ears.
>Smiling, you eventually let your hand fall and lean back into your seat.
>Damn nice song, this.
>Damn comfy situation, too.
>...Twilight’s rubbing your shoulder again.
>You’re not sure why you get goosebumps at that, but you do.
>”Hey, Anon…?”
>Humming, you glance at her through the rear-view mirror.
“Yeah?”
>She hesitates, eyes glancing off to Dancer as she chews on her cheek.
>”Nothing.”
>It’s then when she releases her finger from your shoulder.
>Damn.
>Gently lowering the radio to nil and pulling your keys from the ignition, you get out from the vehicle, Twilight doing the same behind you.
>Dancer remains asleep in her seat.
>She always was a heavy sleeper.
>So heavy, in fact…
>Huh.
>You almost forgot how little Dancer weighs.
>She doesn’t dare stir in your arms, but rather huddles close to your chest under the early morning’s biting wind.
>”D’awww…”
*Kachink!*
>Oh, nice.
>Blinking away the flash from Twilight’s phone, you make way for the front door while trying to keep your arms a stable a platform as possible.
>When you finally arrive to the door, though, you realize that your keys are—
>”One step ahead’a ya.”
>You have to fight the urge to jump at Twilight’s hand reaching into your back pocket, especially as they seem to linger, but it’s over as quickly as it happened.
>Blinking, you stare at Twilight with wide eyes.
>Said young woman only gives off a carefree smile before spinning the keys round on a finger.
“Don’t you have a key to the house anyway, purple?”
>She shrugs at this before moving to unlock the door.
“Yeah, matter of fact, think I was there when Moon gave it to you.”
>”I dunno’ what you’re talking about.”
*Chink!*
>Stepping aside, Twilight pushes the door open with a theatrical bow.
>”Ta-da!”
>Staring at her for a moment longer, you’re able to catch just a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
>Little shit.
>Shaking your head, you make way inside and begin your trek past the thrashed living room.
>It’s not that much of a walk to Dancer’s room, but there’s the problem of getting up the stairs without waking her.
“Oh boy…”
>Well, this ought to be fun.
>Feeling goosebumps as her slobber makes a trail on your shirt and bleeds through, your yawn echoes throughout the house as you begin the trek.
>...
>......
>This…
>Well, you’re not how to put it into words.
>Sure, the night went swimmingly.
>To what you had expected, it went perfectly, and you doubt that you’ll forget the night for as long as you live.
>But to what you had hoped?
“Ugh.”
>You wanted to sit next to him, honestly.
>But things just happened so fast, what with Sunset and all.
>Guess there’s always next time.
>Slinking back into the couch, you pull over a pillow before groaning into it.
>Just like when you went to the state fair with Moonie and her family, only to find out Anon was sick and couldn’t make it?
>Just like whenever you went with Moonie on her family’s annual camping trip up north, only to hear that Anon is always delegated to watching the house and pets while the family’s on vacation?
>Just like when you started hanging out with Moonie every Friday?
“Ugh.”
>You’re useless, Twilight.
>Who’d want a socially r—
>”Hey, purple.”
>Eyes going wide, you toss the pillow to the side and jump from the couch…
>It’s only when you go to move do you realize that your backpack is below your feet.
>Aaaaaand down you go.
“Ow…”
>There’s a deep chuckle from just behind as you begin to rub at your head, though you’re hoisted up by Anon a moment later.
>”Smooth.”
>You move to reply, but feel a growing pain from your temples.
>Silencing yourself for a moment, you force out a smile before meeting his eyes.
“Heh, you know it, Anon.”
>Playfully punching him in the arm, you rub at your forehead.
>Anon’s gentle hum flusters you, if only for a moment, before you hear a snap.
>”I’ll go grab some peas for that bruise.”
>Just as he steps out of the room, though, his head pops back out.
>”Best head up to Moon’s room, I’ll pick up the mess later.”
>You want to protest, but he’s gone before you know it.
>Ugh.
>Rubbing at your temples, you slowly begin to make your way towards Moonie’s room.
>At least he cares about you as a friend.
>You can’t say that about too many people.
>...
>......
>Cracking open a beer with one hand and holding a pack of frozen peas in the other, you silently walk through the pitch-black hallways of the second floor.
>Muscle memory leads you to the largest of the rooms, and you’re a bit surprised to see no light from underneath the door crack.
>Huh.
>Twilight always has that night light of hers on.
>Always.
>Shrugging, you gently open the door and peek inside.
>Dancer is exactly where you left her…
>And you can just make out Twilight’s form right next to her, though she’s sitting upright with hands held up to her forehead.
“Hey.”
>She looks up at that, to which you take a few steps forward.
>Glancing around, you find the usual night light outlet illuminated by moonlight.
>Huh.
>It’s plugged in alright…
>Maybe it’s turned off?
>You take a knee to turn it on, but Twilight’s weak voice stops you from continuing.
>”I, uh… I’m fine.”
>Wait.
>What?
>Raising your brow at her, despite knowing all too well that she can’t see it, you settle with a shrug.
“Sure you didn’t break something in that fall?”
>She chuckles at that, but only just so.
>Making your way to the bedside, you gently poke her in the side.
“C’mon, soldier, lay down so we can stick this ice pack on.”
>Another brief chuckle, though this one’s more lively.
>Eventually she does so, and you’re glad to notice that she’s switched out of her costume and into something more comfortable.
>You don’t imagine that Dancer will wake up very comfortable tomorrow, what with sleeping in that thing.
>Gently moving Twilight’s hands, you gently lay the pack of peas down onto that forehead.
>...Oh, right.
“That’s probably a bit too cold, I’ll go grab a towel.”
>You can hear her mumble something, but you’re already up and out the door.
>Returning a moment later, and remembering to grab an unused water from your room, you find yourself by her side yet again.
>Placing the towel between the peas and her forehead, you playfully pinch at her cheek after setting the water on her bedside desk.
“See? Doc Anon’ll fix you right up lickety-split.”
>”Pffft.”
>You get a chuckle out of that as you take a sip of your previously-forgotten beer.
“Oh, is that sass I hear?”
>Turning on a heel, you take one melodramatic step towards the door.
“Fine, leave me to the wolv—”
>Fingers.
>Delicate fingers grasp your wrist, holding you back.
>”H-hey, Anon?”
>Turning your head, you glance down at little Twilight.
“Yeah?”
>With a shaky voice does she speak, and, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that her hand is trembling.
>”I, uh, I wanted to say…”
>Oh, shit, did you forget something?
>Water, ice, a place to pu—
>Shit.
>You forgot to get a bucket for her, just in case.
>”Uhm, t-thanks for tonight…”
>Huh?
>Taking it in stride, you reach back and give her a playful smack on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it.”
>Just as you turn to make a retreat, though, you hear her start up once again.
>”And, Anon?”
>Taking a long drink from the can, you slowly turn to raise a brow.
>Maybe she needed that bucket after all?
>...
>......
>C’mon, Twilight…
>Just like you practiced.
>Just like Rarity told you.
>Confidence is key!
“Would you… I dunno’.”
>Despite the frozen peas on your forehead, you can’t help but sweat from every pore and crevice at this point.
>This is it.
>The moment you’ve been waiting well over seven years for.
>Your dreams can become reality!
“M-maybe, get some coffee or something?”
>Oh God.
>That delivery.
>It sounded so forced.
>He’s going to think you’re some reject.
>Oh God.
>This was doomed from the start.
>Stupid.
>STUPI—
>”Sure!”
>...
>...What?
“What?”
>There comes a small slurping sound followed by a throaty chuckle.
>”I said it sounds great, purple.”
>You can feel his hand now on your head again, tousling and patting like no other.
>But you can’t be bothered by any of that.
>He just said yes.
>Anon said yes.
>Yes to you.
>Did he get the wrong signals?
>Does he think you just want to go on another coffee run?
>Will—
>”Don’t worry about it now, purple, get yourself to bed.”
>Blinking, you look up to him, honestly surprised that you’re able to hear him over all the pumping blood.
“I’m already in bed.”
>Oh God, why’d you say that?!
>There’s a small chuckle before he tousles your hair once more.
>”Wish I could have that effect on more girls.”
>It’s then when he tosses an empty can into the trash.
>Wait.
>What’d he say?
>”Night, purple.”
>Did he just…?
>His figure’s getting more and more distant.
>Did he imply that you’re on the same tier as women he… like likes?
>Shaking your head, you shoot your hand out from under the covers and wave like you’ve never waved before.
“N-Night, Anon!”
>You can barely hold your excitement as the door slowly shuts.
>Your heart is pumping as if you’ve just ran a mile, and you’ve the sweat to back that up.
>You’ve…
>You’ve done it!
>Frantically searching for your phone, you have thoughts running rampant as you paw all around you for it.
>You’ve got to tell Rarity!
>You’ve got to tell Sunset!
>You've got to—
>Exhaustion.
>It hits you all at once, and you’re suddenly aware of how comfortable the pillow is.
>You don’t even have time to give a sigh of relief before you’re taken away to the happiest dreams you’ve ever had in your life.