>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
 
______________________________________
>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.
__________________________________________________________________________
>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.
 
_____________________________________
>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
________________________________________
“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
_______________________________________
>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
____________________________
>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.
____________________________
>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