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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".27Armless_fun">'Armless fun</span><a href="'Armless_fun#/editor/1" title="Edit section: 'Armless fun" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />AmputeeAnonxRainbowDash<br />Warning: May contain angst, Amputee jokes, Britishness<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what are you doing?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Making Coffee&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's Four o'clock in the morning, why are you making coffee?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Because I've lost control of my life.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's how you'd imagine the conversation would go, if there actually was anyone left in the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's not as if losing control of your life is any new development</span><br />&quot;I mean, I'm Eighteen and I'm already weighing the pro's and con's of just shutting off my brain&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great now you're talking to yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach for the mug of instant coffee you made and swear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right, wrong arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your left arm, you pick up the coffee and stare into space</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gee brain, what are we going to do today?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Same thing we do everyday Voice in my head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck all at school, fuck all at home.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might as well get dressed at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you about half an hour to get your clothes on and washed as usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lock up the house, checking your watch once you put the keys back into your pocket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;4:57&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck my life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;24 hour garage is probably still open</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you make your way there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So glad you don't get ID'd here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pack of cigarettes for the next four days and a beer before school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whilst walking past the pumps, you spot a familiar shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh. What she's doing up so early.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit. She spotted you.</span><br />&quot;Dash&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be as curt as possible. You're still barely actually concious at this point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's noticed the six pack of beers in the bag, and the pack of cigarettes in your shirt pocket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but notice the saddened look in her eyes that passes as soon as it's arrived</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How did you...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Figured that there can't be that many people under <span class="nu0">21</span> with only one arm. 'Sides, I've always looked ancient&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't quite know how to respond for a few seconds, and so the two of you awkwardly stand in the street for a few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Need a hand?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn does that question annoy you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop short of saying &quot;no shit&quot; and just swallow your pride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need a cigarette anyway</span><br />&quot;Sure. Can you carry this for a second?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass her the bag with the beer in it and place a cigarette in your mouth with your left hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the two of you walk slowly away from the garage you reach into your pocket and light it, putting the lighter away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glad it isn't windy, you had nothing to shield it</span><br />&quot;What are you doing up at this godforsaken hour in the morning?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm going to the gym.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look her up and down, noticing the tracksuit bottoms and plain black top. Makes sense.</span><br />&quot;Should've guessed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing up?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Couldn't sleep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And the beer?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Parents are gone for two weeks. Figured I'd drink on my own after school&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she didn't ask about the cigarettes, but after 5 years you'd think she'd be used to them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want to come with?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well. That was unexpected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin, more out of pity then anything else</span><br />&quot;And do one handed curls? Pass&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few moments she doesn't say anything. God, it didn't used to be this awkward</span><br />&quot;You don't have to walk me home, I can carry my grocery's&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also says you can't, and part of you dares her to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh cripples are so strong, they can do big boy things all by themselves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure.&quot; She says, obviously hurt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't need this emotional crap before school. That's what staring moodily out of the window supposed to do.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know Anon, you don't have to drink on your own.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, lets hang out. Hey, we can play catch and baseball and ride bikes and do all the things I used to do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh right, the arm</span><br />&quot;Yes I do. Besides, this is adult stuff. You're still squirt to me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh look at me, I'm so big and mature because I'm one and a half years older then you. Like a broken record you are.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost grin at that. At least Dash didn't stand on eggshells all the time.</span><br />&quot;One day you'll be older then me Squirt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do that annoying Head pat thing she's always hated, making her face go red with what must be anger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels shockingly good to talk to another person. Feels like I haven't done that in years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've reached the &quot;Crossroads.&quot; Either she walks you to your front door, carrying your things and helps you like the good little guilt ridden person she is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or you tell her to scoot along and have a life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean go to the gym. No larger metaphor at play here nosirree</span><br />&quot;Well, thanks for the help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost snatch the bag out of her hands and make your way down your street.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See you in class?&quot; She asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better not answer that.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sat in the library</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, it's Gym class, and you've got the best excuse out of anyone in the school to skip it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Other than that kid in the wheelchair two years below</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not important</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck Chemistry. Covalent bonds can eat a dick</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or bond to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever, fuck Chemistry text books.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a look around the library, just to take your mind away from study</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two kids in the lowest year staring at you. Perfectly normal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and a purple clothes wearing nerd with about sixteen text books on her desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You vaguely remember her as the transfer student that's friends with Squirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The eggheaded one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return to your textbook just as she looks up from hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;huh. Is it me or is turning a page and writing at the same time difficult?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah, it fucking is with one arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bollocks</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You barely notice the person sitting opposite to you on the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up from doing nothing but stare at the pages and notice that Purple smart is now sitting opposite you</span><br />&quot;Do we know each other?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Code for &quot;Please go away, I'm pretending to be busy&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm Dash's friend&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash has many friends&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least, you think she does. Can't think why not, she's a good kid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poor girl has no idea how to respond to that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good, maybe I can pretend to study in peace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You and Dash are friends right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn it</span><br />&quot;Eh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good answer anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What does that mean?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crap</span><br />&quot;It means that I'm pretty anti-social&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that because of your arm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy crap you didn't even try to sugar coat that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin</span><br />&quot;No shit&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell a million possible words and sentences are running through her head</span><br />&quot;What brought on this line of questioning?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks away for a moment before returning to look at you quite seriously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's worried about you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;People have been worrying about me for five years, that's nothing new.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She said you're drinking on your own&quot;</span><br />&quot;Been doing that for three&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She said your smoking&quot;</span><br />&quot;Five. It's shockingly easy to get cigarettes in hospital&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She said you were up at five in the morning&quot;</span><br />&quot;All right, that one is new. But Coffee is a hell of a drug&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, I've read about destructive behaviour, and your clearly...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me?</span><br />&quot;Absolutely. Smoking and drinking on my own are fun. No reason to stop&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You... Your behaviour is clearly a cry for attention.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah. Never liked the limelight. I just enjoy those things.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There are people who care about you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Eh, they'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your downward spiral effects them too.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are you trying to guilt trip me or something? Usually girls wait until their third date for that kind of behaviour.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she doesn't say anything.</span><br />&quot;Look... What's your name?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight Sparkle&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, the hippy revolution of 67 really fucked up nomenclature</span><br />&quot;Right. Anyway, I'm fine. I don't know why you care, and frankly I don't know why Squirt does either.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Squirt?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know? Cause she's younger than me? And shorter?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still looks confused.</span><br />&quot;Rainbow&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;oh&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anyway, I'm a big boy. I can look after myself.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you begin to ignore her and focus once again on your text book, motioning to flip the page whilst you write something down with your left hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh. Right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leaves soon enough. Going back to her mountain of textbooks</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Last Period was always fun on a Monday, not that you'd ever admit it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being one of three guys that picked this subject had something to do with it, at least, that's what you'd say if anyone asked why you picked drama</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why Dash picked this class on the other hand you had no idea</span><br />&quot;You know, it's always bothered me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's that Bandit?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh, one armed bandit. I can appreciate that</span><br />&quot;Why did you pick Drama? You clearly can't stand all this acting rubbish and you never do any of the plays.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um.... I...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Always very eloquent that girl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why'd you pick it? Not much call for a one armed actor, and you're not that good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin. Nice deflection</span><br />&quot;Cause I'm one of three guys here, and Pokey is gay. So that leaves two of us&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks pissed.</span><br />&quot;Oh come on. Don't look at me like that, you knew I was an arsehole <span class="nu0">12</span> years ago.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was slightly less obvious when you were six&quot;</span><br />&quot;There was that time I broke your leg pushing out of that tree-house&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There was that time I stole your brand new Motorola Razor and broke it&quot;</span><br />&quot;How about the time I lost my...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let the words hang awkwardly in the air. We both had agreed, at some point, that we wouldn't talk about that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, your right arm itches</span><br />&quot;Let's just get on with drama eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure anon&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, you can hear the hurt in that voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too bad you don't actually give a shit</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally school is over, you quickly leave, ensuring you get out before Squirt can catch up to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit. She moves fast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well yeah numbnuts, she's an athlete, you're a cripple</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not going to watch me play soccer?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Squirt, when have I ever gone to one of your games?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Five years ago.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems like everything was five years ago nowadays</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a bizarre sentence</span><br />&quot;Dash, I've got homework I've got to do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When have you ever done homework early?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh. Got you there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, just once, do you want to do something other then mope about in your lonely house?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe</span><br />&quot;I...Don't know&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't mumble Anon</span><br />&quot;One game?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash smiles more brightly then you've seen in a long time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One game.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It annoys you that this is called Soccer in this country</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where you're from it's football.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure you've lived here for twelve years but, y'know</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also. You totally agree with them that this game is boring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, as much as American football starts and stops every five seconds, at least the score moves past 1-1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rugby's all right, not that you can play it anymore, but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit Rainbow has the ball</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's moving like a lightning bolt down the right side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking gliding past their defence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember she was good, but in the last five years she's gotten really good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A simple flick of her foot and the ball slams into the back of the net</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;in the 87th minute, Rainbow finally breaks the tie. The crowd scream and clap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember clapping</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good times</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next five minutes are boring safe defensive play by the rest of the team, but the game finally ends with a 2-1 victory to the home team</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not bad</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Didn't think you'd watch this Anon&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't noticed Flash sitting two rows above</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn around</span><br />&quot;Yeah, figured I'd give a hand filling up some seats.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see him trying not to grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn away from him as you notice him standing up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, he's sitting next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fug, I hate socialising</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard you can get alcohol.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well that was unexpected</span><br />&quot;Ask your parents real nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard you have an empty house for two weeks.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, is this guy spying on me?</span><br />&quot;Think carefully about what you say next Flash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, beat up the star football player with one arm, that'll work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa man, calm down. I didn't mean that. Just that it's basically high school etiquette to have a party at your house when your parents are out of town.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't do parties.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on man. How many parties have I invited you too?&quot;</span><br />&quot;How many have I gone too?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's the thought that counts.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin. Cheeky bugger</span><br />&quot;Flash, I'm not doing a party at my house. I don't do socialising.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe you should man.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Yeesh, everyone is telling me that today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah Twilight said I had to talk to you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, that's how it is.</span><br />&quot;I had a chat with your girlfriend 4th period. Interesting girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Apparently you're an asshole, but it's a favour for one of her friends.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, poor Applejack hates seeing me like this&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought it was Rainbow Dash?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Joke Flash. Applejack never liked me ever since I got into a fight with Big Mac when we were younger.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Holy shit, is that how you lost the arm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that was funny</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your laughter brings a smile to his face.</span><br />&quot;Nah man. I won. That's why Jack doesn't like me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well that isn't entirely true. You're just a bit too bitter for her taste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do not say that out loud, that sounds stupid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Darn. Thought I had worked it out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the blue haired young man</span><br />&quot;Do you seriously not know how I lost it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash sentry looks embarrassed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I asked Twilight about it, and she said it was between Dash and you to tell.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bullshit, it's was in the paper five years ago.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be thirteen year old</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be playing with Rainbow Dash at the abandoned concrete factory</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not having a flashback now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Save that for when you're drunk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just consider it man. If you need help inviting people round, I can give a hand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He winces as he realises what he said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I roll my eyes.</span><br />&quot;Not going to happen Flash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up and make your way off the bleachers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;May as well join the line congratulating Rainbow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time you reach the exit to the changing room, there actually is a large crowd of people around her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel someone grab you by your arm and pull you aside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's AJ</span><br /><br />&quot;I didn't do it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was a useful reflex to have</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not this time no.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh good.</span><br />&quot;You all right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Since when do you make small chat?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Since when do I go to football games?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is soccer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck you</span><br />&quot;You know what I meant.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dash said you're smoking again.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I never quit, just my parents starting trying to actually stop me now that I actually can buy them legally.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should listen to them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm sure I'll agree with you when I'm older and no longer a stupid teenager, but till then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;At least you're self aware about it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin sadly</span><br />&quot;Doesn't change anything.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, anyway sugar, the reason I dragged you here is actually because of y'know what.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah cryptic messages</span><br />&quot;I am not going to another satanic ritual.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack glares at you</span><br />&quot;Are we still not mentioning your short lived goth phrase?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That never happened.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had pictures that proved otherwise, but whatever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm talking about Dash's birthday.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ohhhh yeah.</span><br />&quot;Shite, forgot about that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some friend you are.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well fuck you too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave what's left of your right arm at her</span><br />&quot;Proof otherwise.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was harsh. You never held her responsible for that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she can even say anything, you look suitably guilty for that.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, didn't mean that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She calms down</span><br />&quot;I'll get her the same thing I always get her.&quot;<br />&quot;Don't. She was really hurt by what you got her last year.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br />&quot;What's wrong with Video games? I can't play them, might as well give them to someone who can.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know Dash isn't a boy right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, since I was nine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was a weird summer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And she's not a kid anymore.&quot;</span><br />&quot;She's turning seventeen, not <span class="nu0">21</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She might want you, her oldest friend, to see her as something then a little brother who happens to be a girl.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I haven't treated her like that in years.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes you have. The only reason that's died down is because you stopped actually hanging out ever since...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points at your right shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;She needs to move on from that day.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack suddenly turns absolutely furious</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHE NEEDS TO MOVE ON!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few people look round, including Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack leads you away from the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you think that...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look, she needs to cut ties with everything that happened on that day and move on. Have a life.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What are you talking about?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh</span><br />&quot;I'm... At some point, she has to accept that I'm not going to be her bro again. I'm not going to be her friend that will ride bikes with her and fight with her and get underage drunk with her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scratch your right shoulder</span><br />&quot;At some point... She's got to let me go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You... You think you're a bad influence.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh</span><br />&quot;I know I'm tying her down. I see it in her eyes. Every time she looks at me, she sees me that afternoon, screaming in pain.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're her friend.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So are a lot of people.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to walk away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just... Promise me you'll buy her something nice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn back to face Applejack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A million thoughts and answers rush through your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One last time</span><br />&quot;Sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way home, trying not to notice Rainbow Dash looking for you in the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lit a cigarettes, distracting you from the overally social day you've had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck high school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least You're on your own in the house</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's about six o'clock in the evening when your phone vibrates</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one ever calls you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awkward reach over and grab it, dropping your fork in the process</span><br />&quot;Son of a... Hello?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How did you get this number Flash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight gave it to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'm sure that's not all she...</span><br />&quot;How did she get this number?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dunno. Rainbow Dash?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dude, I'm not your buddy guy. You don't have to...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah man this ain't some intervention shit I need a hand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, seriously?</span><br />&quot;You know I've only got one of those right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My parents are fucking pissed with me big time, I need a place to crash where they won't find me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ask that brown haired guy you're always hanging around with. Norman?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's the first place they'll look.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Son of a bitch.</span><br />&quot;What's in it for me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'm going to say no anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;$200&quot;</span><br />&quot;Say that again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;$200.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well. That changes things. I mean, I'm rude and all. But money is money, and it's difficult to get a job as a one armed high school student.</span><br />&quot;You know where I live? And If you bring anyone else I'll call your parents.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah man, everyone knows where you live.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Creepy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to move out asap</span><br />&quot;All right. You can crash. One night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, thanks man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hangs up, and you can't help but think that this was a mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it, back to carbonara</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doorbell rings at about 7:30</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Halfway through you watching Team America:World Police</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lazily get up from the sofa and stretch your arm as you reach the doorway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door to, surprise, find Flash standing in the doorway</span><br />&quot;Sup.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands there awkwardly for a few seconds</span><br />&quot;You wanna come in?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure.&quot; he says, dumping his bag of clothes and stuff in the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn why did you agree to this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah, cigarette money</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry about this. It had to be someone my parents didn't know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What'd you do? Kill a guy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks away embarrassed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...Eh. I got caught smoking weed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can't help but laugh at him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up. Their super anti-drugs. There threatening to drag me out of school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dude, that sucks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way back to your sitting room and lay down on the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a puppy, Flash follows you</span><br />&quot;I'm not a pothead, but I've been smoking since I was thirteen. Parents didn't overly care.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow. You're a lucky guy.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, there was a reason I was allowed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at where your right arm should be and puts two and two together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Sorry man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mate, don't worry about it. If I got offended every time people brought up the arm I'd stay in all day and post on tumblr or something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your shirt pocket and pull out a single cigarette out of the pack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place it in your mouth and franticly search both pockets for a lighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grinning, you turn back to Flash</span><br />&quot;Got a light?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash smiles and grabs a lighter from his pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He motions to light your cigarette for you when you snatch it out of his hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a cripple, not retarded</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know that stuff will kill you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes as you pass back his lighter</span><br />&quot;That is the general idea.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash is confused by your cheerful tone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press play on the remote and lean back into the sofa</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah man, I love Team America!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be fair, who the fuck doesn't</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time the movie is over, it's nine o'clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack open a beer and surf through the TV, seeing nothing decent on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What console you got?&quot;</span><br />&quot;None.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, you one of those PC playing guys.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nope.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, seriously? You don't own a video game console?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't own any video games.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash seems generally surprised by this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You might actually be the first guy I've ever meet that doesn't own a single video game.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How on Earth am I supposed to play video games one handed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Godamn, people just keep forgetting that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's fuck all on TV, you stand up to leave</span><br />&quot;Couch folds out into a bed, pillows are in the cupboard at the top of the stairs, bathroom's to the right of that. I'm off to drink on my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks at you confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;On your own? Why?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Because I'm good company.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck off kid. Sleep and pay me $200, then get out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, somehow I doubt that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As he says this, he reaches into the backpack he was carrying and pulls out a bottle of vodka.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br />&quot;And I thought it was difficult for you to buy alcohol.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Swiped it as I left.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Noice.png</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit your arse back down, grabbing a shot glass seemingly out of nowhere</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're going to drink It neat?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What are you? Twelve? Of course I am.&quot;<br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's eleven O'clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been drinking shot after shot for two hours now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might be starting to affect you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean, if you died your hair blonde and wore sunglasses, you'd basically be Kazuhira Miller.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking drunk people</span><br />&quot;Who the fuck is Kazihura Miller?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's a... Oh right, shit.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Video game character? Fuck's sake Flash, I thought you were supposed to be a jock.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't tell anyone I'm a nerd.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, he sounds close to tears</span><br />&quot;Calm down Flash, your secret's safe with me.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's now one O'clock in the morning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've used up the crate you bought that morning and are now onto some Vodka you just bought from the garage</span><br />&quot;I mean, sometimes I forget it's gone man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That must suck. To suddenly realise something so integral to you is gone.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I still get Phantom pains, like, a feeling about something that's no longer there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I get it too man&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah man, I bet. But one day they'll uncancel Young Justice&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, your paraphrase what the two of you actually said, since at that point it's mostly barely intelligible moans and groans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you drank more then Flash, despite technically weighing less them him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you should, since your pretty in shape and, you know, missing some of your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Seriously though you mind if I ask?&quot;</span><br />&quot;About my arm? Go ahead.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's it like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh. That's a new one.</span><br />&quot;It's... It's like wearing a pair of socks with holes in them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That has to be... The stupidest thing I've ever heard.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fuck you man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you grin as you lay down in the grass</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, you're an alright guy anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that was weird</span><br />&quot;I don't swing that way buddy. I'll never be drunk enough for that. Pokey maybe, but you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash laughs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;God damn your an asshole.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean, once you get past the ridiculous amount of self loathing you have, your just a sarcastic pessimistic fuck who really can hold their liquor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That... Was unexpected</span><br />&quot;Ugh... Thanks? You know, I thought you'd be much more of an arsehole too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You thought I was an asshole?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Course I did Flash, I think everyone is a twat.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's a twat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You burst out laughing</span><br />&quot;Fucking Americlaps.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man your head is fucking killing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunlight doesn't help matters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, why the fuck are you outside sleeping on the grass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groggily sit up, which takes about five minutes given your condition and only using one arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see Flash huddled in the fetus position</span><br />&quot;What fucking time is it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You here Flash vaguely mumble &quot;Kill me&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a look at your watch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;8:44</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slap Flash in the face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AGH! What was that for.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You brought your car here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah man. What...&quot;</span><br />&quot;We need to go. Right now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash groggily sits up, looking at you, half tired half annoyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at his phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh crap.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, forget getting washed, let's fucking just go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of your stumble onto your feet, almost falling over again due to your collective massive headaches.</span><br />&quot;All right. We can crawl towards your car.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can you drive?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I have one fucking arm Flash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right, sorry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It took the two of you three minutes to crawl on your bellies towards the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clambered with great difficulty into the passenger seat whilst Flash had a slightly easier time climbing into the driver seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a pair of sunglasses from the dashboard, and pass another to Flash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you place the glasses on your heads, and it does a good job blocking your headache</span><br />&quot;It's three miles to school, I've got three quarters of a pack of cigarettes, it's really bright, and we're wearing sunglasses.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash turns to smile at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hit it.&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head hasn't moved from this desk all period</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not comfortable, but moving it would hurt more then the crick in your neck slowly developing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That pink girl that's friends with Dash won't shut up, talking to the shy one in her friendship group</span><br />&quot;Pinkie, I will pay you one hundred dollars to be quiet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She didn't hear your strained mumbles and keeps talking shy girls ear off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need coffee</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Period 2 wasn't much better</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking history was already boring enough</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trying to stay concious enough to get some work done was pretty fucking difficult</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over at Flash, who is carefully staring at the ceiling, still with his sunglasses on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks over at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You motion shooting yourself in the head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glad we're on the same wavelength</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you decide to skip Period 3 and throw up outside school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hangover=cured</span><br />&quot;Fuck me. That was awful.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd say never again, but we both know that that isn't true.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you sit down on a nearby bench</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You offer him a cigarette.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He declines, and you light it</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you are slumped on the bench for a few minutes before you notice a familiar women walking towards you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Principal Celestia is standing in front of you, agitatedly tapping her foot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Having fun you two?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, there goes getting away with it.</span><br />&quot;Lovely weather we are having?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash gulps</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wouldn't be so annoyed if this was only your first time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't say that's what she said, that was awful</span><br />&quot;Ugh... Muh arm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks sarcasm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll get to you later anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you. Flash. I'm appalled. I thought you were better than this. I'm going to have to call your parents.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to do something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks absolutely horrified.</span><br />&quot;His truancy was my fault Ma'am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia turns to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises a single eyebrow at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it weird to find her really attractive?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Think about that later Anon</span><br />&quot;I was feeling faint, and Flash helped me get some fresh air. I was having a panic attack.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She keeps her single eyebrow raised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, smoking is a well known cure for Panic attacks.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And I thought I was sarcastic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you Flash. You agree with Anon's story that the two of you skipping class had nothing to do with the fact the two of you were clearly hungover this morning?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks shiftily side to side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh... Yes sir.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I want to fuck that...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right. I won't call your parents. And you Anon. After school detention. We don't allow students just to walk out of lessons without them notifying a teacher.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Well that could've gone worse.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, we could've been expelled.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, Flash is such a dork. Who knew.</span><br />&quot;Calm down. You got away with it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash turns to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks man. If you hadn't come up with all that bullshit back there I would be in deep shit.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I knew there was more than one reason I took Drama.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you very very lazily make your way back to class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, I hate to ask, but can I crash again at your tonight?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucks sake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure man. Don't need another $200 either.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though $400 does mean another really good &quot;I'm going away forever&quot; present for Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck you almost forgot that was this Friday</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bollocks.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunch time. Usually a time for solitude and glaring at people trying to sit at your table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, you've been dragged by Pinkie Pie to sit with the girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least Flash is in the same boat, though I doubt he'd complain as much as you are internally</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And then Miss Mayor was an absolute darling and gave me some helpful tips with manifesto writing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn Rarity, I know your parents are from Idaho.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, you've hardly touched your food.&quot; Said Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br />&quot;Not especially hungry Squirt. It feels as if my stomach is slowly devouring itself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, Flash told us about you two's little drinkathon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You face palm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking hell, now it's time for a load of &quot;Anon, maybe you have an alcohol problem.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't believe you actually made friends with someone.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She whispers this into your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And man, that was fucking unexpected</span><br />&quot;I don't have friends Squirt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what are we then?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was it me or did that sound bizarrely hopeful?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'ma going to ignore it</span><br />&quot;Duh. You're my beard Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? How am I you're facial hair?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucks sake, your wit is wasted on people</span><br />&quot;It's a term about... Never mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go back to picking at your food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One day School Lunches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know Flash, you really shouldn't be drinking on a school night.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks Mum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, that isn't directed at you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up from your made in china food to observe AJ playing Mother goose to another guy</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks mom.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh. Stupid minds think alike</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You almost got in real trouble. I mean, you wouldn't want your parents finding out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash turns to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, did he not tell Twilight?</span><br />&quot;Hey, I talked him into it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ turns her mothering laser sights on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why was Flash round your house anyway?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entire table is looking at you as Flash frantically shakes his arms in terror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug</span><br />&quot;I needed help planning a party.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you see Pinkie's face light up, you realise what you just said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank god! I hate that I have to arrange everyone's birthdays parties every year. That's seven, sorry, eight parties a year!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow. That was unexpected</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, hang on</span><br />&quot;There's six of you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Silly Anon. We arranged your and Flash's parties as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br />&quot;I haven't done a birthday party in six years.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well yeah. I had to plan just in case though silly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had barely spoken to Pinkie since Rainbow introduced you to her when you were ten.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even as a happy optimistic kid with two arms you found her a bit much</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she's an unholy mix of a crystal meth addict mixed with one of those anti-drugs Assemby's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you are pretty sure she isn't a meth addict</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Cocaine?</span><br /><br />&quot;Sure. Hey Dash, want your Party round mine? My parents aren't round, so we can actually have alcohol and stuff like a proper seventeen year old should.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash seems to be developing a blush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You...You of all people are fine having loads of people in a space few have come back from.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No. Obviously not</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking hell Flash, you better have $200</span><br />&quot;Sure. What's the worst that can happen.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can I take Relapse for 400 please?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks Anon. That actually means a lot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br />&quot;Well, hey, don't thank me till it's happened.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are about to say more when you hear... Nay, feel a rumbling that had not been heard since the dawn of man</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something... Has awoken inside your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, how much alcohol did you have last night?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More than Flash, that's all that matters.</span><br />&quot;I've got to go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rush out, clutching your stomach with your one good arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, you left your bag there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can make it anon</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Six O'clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally able to just crash in front of the TV</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash is microwaving whatever he's having for tea</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have never arranged a party in your life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And apparently you can't drag Pinkie into doing it for you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though given a Pinkie Party is still stuck in the &quot;Pass the Parcel&quot; stage of Party ideas maybe that's a good idea</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way into the Kitchen and lean against a work surface</span><br />&quot;Flash. How the fuck do you start a party?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash turns to you and shrugs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Real helpful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dunno. Invite a bunch of your friends, tell them to invite their friends and tell them to all bring alcohol. Then play some decent music.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fallen at the first hurdle</span><br />&quot;And if I have no friends?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks at you oddly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go again</span><br />&quot;Flash. I'm telling you. There's nobody I can invite.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks quizzically into thin air for a few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have an idea.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this'll be good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You need some male friends Anon. You're a cool guy, you're just so god damn bitter that you refuse to try.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn it. The point of this party is to cut ties with people on a good note</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's the worst that can happen.</span><br />&quot;What you got in mind?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;So you're the star football player, one of the most popular guys in school and you play in a band?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The the band you are in has the stupidest band name I have ever heard?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong with Teen Satisfaction?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was Flash's friend Norman</span><br />&quot;That it's so... Boring?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay genius, what's a good band name?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think this over for a few seconds.</span><br />&quot;Dunno. I've never really been in a band.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can you even play a musical instrument? Like, physically?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course not flash, most instruments need two hands.</span><br />&quot;The Kazoo.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, you couldn't have said that more dryly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answer again a bit more honestly</span><br />&quot;I can play drums.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entire band, Which actually only consists of Norman, Flash and Berry Punch, stare at you like you punched them in the chest</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We actually lost our drummer due to lack of interest.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;I had to do something constructive with my time in the last five years.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... All right.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes another twenty minutes to bring your custom drum kit from your house to the garage you were practising in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Play.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crick your neck and roll your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up a single drumstick, no need to use the other in your mouth.</span><br />&quot;Gimme a song.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;XYZ&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare blankly at Flash</span><br />&quot;Something that can be played by mortal men.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Boston, more than a feeling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking easy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the others get ready as you lazily spin the drumstick in your hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSR6ZzjDZ94&amp;ebc=ANyPxKoKdQ5b-uM4ZBWvx_zioZMcSPO8BMCivbycGLhvroXx4vF5TJa2Yxx-o3AKuSc84T2EOs0vlqk72IGJHjekASWXx5OkgA</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're once again repeatedly spinning the drumstick in your hand as the others take a breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck me Anon. You weren't kidding.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jesus. You actually can drum.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile cheekily</span><br />&quot;Not bad for a cripple.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash smiles as the other two wince</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearly not used to the jokes I guess</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Still think our name is crap?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin.</span><br />&quot;Absolutely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want to join the band?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not if it's name is bloody Teen satisfaction.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure. But If we changed the name, would you join?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin.</span><br />&quot;Why not? What did you have in mind?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's now Flash's turn to grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How does everyone feel about &quot;The Phantom Pains?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god that's cheesy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of hardcore though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice the other two nod their heads</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, it's a better name for a rock band then &quot;Teen Satisfaction.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug your shoulder</span><br />&quot;I can dig it. Do you kids still say that?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time Band Practise is over, it's nine Thirty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say g'night to Flash and lay in bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man your head hurts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hope you don't get fucking Tinnitus</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;4:00</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck your sleeping pattern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few moments you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why are we here? Just to suffer?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring that thought, you carefully sit up in bed</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin the 45 minute task of washing and getting dressed with only one arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time you are done, you look at your watch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;4:53</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a pack of cigarettes from yesterday's shirt. 12 left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;out of alcohol though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to go to the 24 hour garage then</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quietly close the door out, careful not to wake the sleeping Flash on the sofa</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One bottle of Smirnoff and a six pack of shitty American beer later, and you're out of the garage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is gonna be difficult to carry with one arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking your watch again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;5:01</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you leave, you spot a familial sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Squirt, making her way to the gym</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves, and you roll your eyes as you make your way over to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sup Squirt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;God she hates that nickname</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's evident on her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know I'm not your little sister right anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's two people in as many days that's said that</span><br />&quot;Sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that maybe... Nevermind.&quot;</span><br />&quot;As much as a wordsmith as always Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck you Bandit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wanna join me at the gym?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cotton shirt with one sleeve tied off at where the Elbow would be and the other sleeve rolled up, and a pair of jeans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got some trainers on at least</span><br />&quot;Sure. Why not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, like a billion reasons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like you're not dressed for it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like no membership</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the fact that you only have a single arm!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well you're here now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Currently on a treadmill</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You used to actually do a lot of exercise, you'd be really slacking off recently, and just relying on eating less to stay in shape</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that you are running about 3/4s of Dash's speed may have something to do with It</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she let you drop off your alcohol and change clothes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the lady at the desk really didn't give a shit about your lack of card</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck me, how long have you been doing this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at the clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;6:02?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good enough</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to slow the machine down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash on the other hand isn't accepting that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on Anon. If I'm running you're running.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If you make me keep running I will find my right arm and strangle you with it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It'd be so weedy you'd barely get it around my neck.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'm pressing the speed option</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I am not losing to Squirt</span><br />&quot;Try and... Keep up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a fucking idiot sometimes</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;6:15</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lungs dying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Phantom pain screaming in your right arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweating from places you weren't entirely sure existed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow dash barely panting, her face just a little flush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God she's cute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where'd that come from?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you stop first, that's admitting Dash is better then you in something other then juggling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You vaguely remember she's an actual athlete and that you're a mopy lazy bastard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't do this anymore</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rip off the thingy-abob that attaches you to the machine and press the cool down button.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's won this one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your legs finally slow down you breath in and out slowly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To Squirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The machine gradually comes to a stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step off the machine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your legs are practically jelly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way to a seat and watch Dash finally slow down as you gulp down a bottle of water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or she was waiting for you to give in before finally calmly stepping off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever, let's go with I was close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Less dignity destroying</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on this seat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God this chair is comfy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it legal to marry this chair in this state?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better look that up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes to see Rainbow Dash in front of you, her face slightly flush, one hand on her hip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Down boy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're pathetic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Down boy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow I really do have a type.</span><br />&quot;I try my best y'know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. I know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That sounded a lot more melancholy then I expected</span><br />&quot;You want to grab something to drink?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash's face goes a little more red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't drink before school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;For once, I actually meant water. I've devoured the bottle I brought with me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god this coffee shop is open at 6:30</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;part of you feel sorry for the staff</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down to notice you're sill in a t-shirt and trackies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whilst you're drinking black coffee, Dash is drinking that disgusting iced coffee crap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Liquid poison</span><br />&quot;Liquid!&quot; you mumble under your breath<br /><span class="co4">&gt;God you are a scatter brain at 6 in the morning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You all right Anon? You're mumbling to yourself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Most tired lazy people don't get up at 5 in the morning.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Four Dash. It takes me <span class="nu0">45</span> minutes to get dressed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks away, but you don't need to see her face to know what's she's feeling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guilt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damnit, you told her enough times</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, you told her when you woke up from surgery</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't her fault</span><br />&quot;Dash. It's not your fault.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks your way</span><br />&quot;I know you don't like me joking about it. And that you don't like me withdrawing from socialising.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a sip of coffee and continue</span><br />&quot;But what happened that day five years ago was on me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash looks shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's about to open her mouth to speak, but you have to interrupt her</span><br />&quot;Dash. I'm not going to change. I'm never really going to go back to that happy kid that used to play with you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh</span><br />&quot;And... That's okay. I'm not your big brother. You said it yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a large gulp of coffee</span><br /><br />&quot;Dash. We can't keep going on like this. You have to let what happened that day, and everything that happened go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks heartbroken,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to continue, for her sakes if not yours</span><br />&quot;Dash... I think... I think after Friday, maybe we should... maybe you should forget about me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like stabbing a puppy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An attractive childhood friend who could easily beat the everliving shit out of, but still a puppy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Attractive?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the hell anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash. How often do you think about that day? How much does it hurt for you to see me... Slowly kill myself?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash looks shocked</span><br />&quot;Because that is basically what I'm doing. Too much of coward to keep live, too cowardly to die.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know what it's like. Every time I look at my arm, every twitch and itch I feel reminds me there's part of me missing. Gone.&quot;<br />&quot;Dash. You're a successful star athlete with a bright career ahead of her. I'm just some limey friend from childhood going nowhere.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think so little of yourself don't you?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well duh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think you're just some friend I can toss aside? You think that I'm supposed to forget why you lost that arm!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have nightmares about it! Nearly every night! Seeing you, laughing, being happy, that's the only thing that can help!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash, those things are never going to happen. I'm not...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're so full of horseshit. Just yesterday, you were buddying up with Flash. You were fucking socialising. You act all grumpy and depressed, and hell, maybe you are, but some part of you wants to be happy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I don't want to be happy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I want to be left alone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You hide behind a mask of cold distaste, but inside you is that same Anon I knew. Who'd fight Big mac one day and go to the Arcade with him the next. The Anon who'd go camping with me when I ran away from home just to keep me company. The Anon who lost his arm to save me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit. She's close to tears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't seen her this bad in years</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People are looking around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you don't break her heart now, it'll just be worse</span><br />&quot;Dash. I'm not the same anon that'd lose his arm for you. I'm... Just a guy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see her begin to cry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not going to be able to salvage this, and you know this is for her own good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up, chuck a dollar tip on the table, and walk away</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one bothers you during first period, and you're not hungover for it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So a perfectly normal Physics lesson it is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, Rarity keeps sneaking glances at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Angry glances</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's not your problem</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Second Period. Now The yellow shy one is taking glances at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, clearly they know about your conversation with Dash somehow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was for her own good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God dammit, you need to focus on this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Math's first, drama hopefully fucking never</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well actually you like Drama class, but</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew what you meant</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You debate skipping third period</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's only English, you can miss it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah, Celestia won't buy some bullshit &quot;Panic Excuse&quot; a second time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually that may have been your third time using that excuse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need new material</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way to class</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or try to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A white arm blocks your path</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow it to find Rarity's incredibly pissed off face</span><br />&quot;Ah Rarity. How's things?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So turns out you're skipping third period after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damnit if you get expelled for this crap</span><br />&quot;So. Been talking to Rainbow Dash or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You never call her by her full name.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug</span><br />&quot;Just a guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For your information no. A friend of mine works at the coffee shop. Dash isn't even in today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh crap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, you should've expected that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So. You're breaking up with Rainbow dash.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Breaking up? I think the term you mean is cutting ties.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, that was not the answer she wanted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What. On Earth. Happened.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, now you're scared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If anyone was a secret psychopath other then Pinkie and that shy one, it was Rarity</span><br />&quot;Rarity. Look. The first thing you have to understand it that none of this is Dash's fault.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I bloody well know that Anon, the only one at fault here...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh</span><br />&quot;I mean. None of This is her fault.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move your left hand to your right shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. I could tell that seeing me like this... As a anti-social prick making his way to an early grave was killing her.&quot;<br />&quot;If I didn't make her hate me, she'd keep hating herself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash is...Was my best friend. And she was just... Ridden with guilt. Still. After five years.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you tore out her heart to save her from... Her feelings of guilt?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Terrible thing, Good reasons.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you share some cigarettes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost up to fourth period</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eh, you can skip it</span><br />&quot;I mean, I've been friends with her since I moved to this country right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But ever since I lost my arm... I couldn't really keep doing that. I smiled at her jokes and occasionally supported her, but once she made friends with you guys there was no real reason for me to keep pretending.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But you did keep &quot;Pretending&quot; to be her friend?&quot;</span><br />&quot;huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just yesterday you offered to run her birthday party. Last week you waited for an hour as emotional support for her first ever job interview&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hell, two months ago you stayed in hospital nearly 24/7 when she was recovering from flu.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare into space</span><br />&quot;She... She did the same for me. I was just returning the favour.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice justification pal</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunchtime</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not on school premises, being in the cafeteria at the same time would be fucking stupid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't really need to eat anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone sits next to you on the bench</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So the girls are mighty pissed off at you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sup Anon, how are you? Oh not bad Flash, same old same old.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did you do?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh. This is like the third time...</span><br />&quot;I did what I had to do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck it. Look, Anon, do you enjoy being an absolute A'hole to everyone you meet?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Flash. I like to be alone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fucking hell anon... Just... Fuck it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash is getting his wallet out.</span><br />&quot;What are you doing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hands you $200 dollars</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorted things out with my parents. I'm going to grab things for your house and go home. Thanks for having me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that, he leaves the bench, and you, alone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're laying in bed. It's six o'clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got some music playing in your headphones</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NOabk7Lt2E</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Other than that, the house is dead silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are completely alone in your house, just the way you like it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly swing your legs out of bed and down the stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Free to do whatever you want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a cigarette and light it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can drink and no one will be there to stop you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or help you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can play loud music on the drums for as late as you want, fuck the neighbours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one will be playing guitar or singing with you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can watch TV until the sun rises</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And no one will laugh along</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can lie in bed and just stare at the ceiling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make yourself a cup of coffee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't hungry enough for actual food, and cooking with one arm is difficult</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you just stand there, leaning against a work surface, alternating between smoking and coffee</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is what you want. Peace, quiet and Vice.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aged 6</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Total hours on a plane: 9.5</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mood: Tired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lonely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've travelled all the way from England to America, leaving behind extended family, friends and familiar locales</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So whilst mum and dad unpack, you're sat in the grass on your new front garden</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't have a garden in London.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is new</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And this little cul de-sac sucks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're completely alone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup new guy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A girly voice trying to sound tough shakes you from your thoughts</span><br />&quot;Huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So your the new guy huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl with rainbow coloured hair just plonks down right next to you</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Just moved here from England.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Weren't those the guys that tried to invade us once?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I think that's half right. Never covered American history in reception</span><br />&quot;Probably.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cool. I'm Rainbow Dash. What's your name?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anon.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aged 8</span><br />&quot;I'm telling you, you can't keep running away from home ever time your parents find out you got in trouble at school.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up. They aren't the boss of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes, checking the tent is properly set up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had nothing else to do this weekend, may as well spend it camping for the one day until Dash realises she's made a mistake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again</span><br />&quot;Squirt, you ever think that maybe you should stop trying to beat so many boys up? It really sucks to be beaten up by a girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pfft. You would know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;One time Squirt. Look, I'm in the year above you, I can't look out for you all the time. Why did you start punching Norman anyway?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks away from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He... He said you were a faggot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes</span><br />&quot;Because of the accent right? How does he even know what a faggot is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods</span><br />&quot;Squirt, I can fight my own fights. I've got two fists for a reason. You... I'm not ungrateful or anything, but I couldn't care less what a guy a year younger than me thinks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash seems to be unhappy</span><br />&quot;Right, except you Squirt. Your opinion will always matter.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile back</span><br />&quot;So what food did you swipe this time?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be thirteen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hospital sucks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's cold, it's smells weird, usually someone is screaming in pain a few doors down, you're wired up to all these machines</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're now missing an arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your right arm too. Your dominant arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you have a visitor</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the first time Squirt has seen you since it happened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks absolutely depressed even as she walks through the door. She's obviously been crying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily your bed is facing so that your right arm is towards the window, not the door.</span><br /><br />&quot;Hey Squirt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to sound cheerful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God she sounds miserable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's just standing there</span><br />&quot;Wanna sit down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point to the chair next to the bed, turning your body as you do so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh. She saw it huh.</span><br />&quot;Dash. Sit down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never call her Dash. This is serious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She eventually does so</span><br />&quot;So. How's everyone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's clearly holding back tears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;fine. AJ and Big Mac wish you well.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good. Good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And um... And um. Mum and Dad said you can come round to dinner once you're out the hospital.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your eyes and lean back into the bed</span><br />&quot;Good. Thank them for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bursts into tears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god. You can't handle crying girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Squirt never cries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean out of bed, ripping off some monitor thing attached to your chest as you do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And place one arm round her, placing your head on her shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wraps both arms around you, still bawling her eyes out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you stay like that for a few seconds when a nurse runs in, clearly you ripped off some telemetry thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head at the nurse, still one arm round Rainbow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The nurse walks out as you whisper into Dash's ear</span><br />&quot;It wasn't your fault Dash. Don't... Don't ever think it was your fault.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Eighteen years old</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clutching a mug of Coffee in a death grip, a dying cigarette in your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alone</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place the coffee on the worktop and run a hand down your face</span><br />&quot;What have I done?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on your seventh shot of Vodka</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three bottles of beer down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might be slightly tipsy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And fucking tired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head is on the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unwilling to even move</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted this. You want to drink and smoke your way to an early grave, and hurt no one when you go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, you're parent's will be obligated to care</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But as long as no one else worried, or minded, it was all right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had just been sleepwalking your way through life anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, maybe you should take the fast route out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parent's aren't in town, you've said goodbye and burnt bridges with your oldest friend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't be too hard</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A song comes on from your phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought you had taken off your earphones at some point, or maybe your internal conversation you were having with yourself was too loud to hear other songs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufoHY2Ja7No</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your head from the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been looking at this whole situation wrong</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not about being alone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not about trying not to hurt people</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's about trying to make them happy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To not depress them with your life, with your existence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But... you matter to people</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've pushed and pushed them away, but some part of you can't let them go</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got to set things right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've hurt your oldest friend, and pushed aside new ones</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A half planned, half awful idea forms in your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got two days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach for your phone, tearing out the ear buds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And hope to god that number is still there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;6:34-Monday 30th march</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you wake up, your head only slightly kills</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the digital clock by your bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;7:30</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, your sleeping patterns are improving at least</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly throw on a shirt, some boxers and sock and a pair of jeans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach for your mobile and call option three on speed dial</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Canterlot High reception. If you wish to...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;#1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For student absen...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;#1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please record your reason for absence after the tone.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You here a beep and begin to speak</span><br />&quot;Hey. I've forgotten I've got a psych appointment this morning, and I'm afraid without my parents in town I wouldn't get back to School till at least <span class="nu0">2</span>:00. I'm afraid I'm going to need to take the whole day off. Sorry for the inconvenience.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately end the call.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to get to work</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never planned a party before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First things first. Alcohol</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Garage wouldn't have enough, and you need somewhere you can buy in large quantity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually it'd be tough to carry that amount, especially with one arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily, you've got back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't believe you dragged me from School to help you buy alcohol.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes as you enter Flash's car</span><br />&quot;What excuse did you give?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dead Grandma. Luckily she died before I was born and I'll never have to use it twice,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Flash gets the car started, you turn to him.</span><br />&quot;Flash. Thanks buddy. For doing this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash turns to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are friends for?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Enough Vodka to sink a Russian battleship</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Enough cheap beer to start a frat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Enough wine for... Like four bottles, you didn't think you'd need much</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god everyone is super fucking lazy about asking for ID from a one armed man</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that no one wonders &quot;How did he drive here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clamber into Flash's car as he starts the engine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So where next.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Music store. We still got $40 left and I haven't got a good sound system at home.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nodded, and we drove away</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That'll be $75.99</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So that's a iPhone enabled speaker, a cheap stereo and a bunch of CD's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Could be worse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You withdraw your debit card</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure bro?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod. This would be worth it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You type your PIN and walk out with the goods.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Last stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spend the remaining Forty Dollars on as much food as you can</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I was thinking the Phantom Pains could play at your party.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically on auto pilot at this point</span><br />&quot;Sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You do realise you're part of the band now right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll play one or two songs.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can bring amps and such.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whatever.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Something on your mind?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember what you had forgotton.</span><br />&quot;Yes. Shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash's birthday present</span><br />&quot;Take my keys. Chuck everything in the van inside, I'll sort it out later. Leave the keys under the mat.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where are you going.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to take off in a sprint</span><br />&quot;Haven't a fucking clue!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What in the hell would be a good present for Dash?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Socks? Video Games?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the question</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bollocks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't had to think about birthday gifts in years</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you gave Dash the unopened Video Games you got from the one aunt who forgets you can't play them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that won't cut it</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something takes your eye as you walk down the high street</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just... Promise me you'll buy her something nice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah. Something to remember you by</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk into the shop</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awake with a start.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What? That took you all night?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peel your face from what you were working on to check your watch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;7:00</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right on time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, it takes 45 minutes to get washed and dressed, as well as shave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're phone rings as you make your way out of the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo. Dude, you didn't pick up last night.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah sorry, I was busy working on something. Thanks for dropping all that stuff at my house.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You need a hand setting up after school?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thanks, That'd be appreciated mate.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, invitations have been texted. I've sent literally every student in the year the text. BYOB, as you said.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good good. And the girls?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;that may take a little more work. I've told them quiet last minute party at mine.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You got a car large enough to take all seven of you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can borrow my dad's jeep, so long as I bring it back before I start drinking.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good plan. Okay, so I've got to lie low today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah man, don't want the girls knowing what's going on too early.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well that went bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After first period, the plan of lying low fell apart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mainly because a certain blue and rainbow blur threw you into an empty classroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the last will and testament of Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave everything you own to...</span><br /><br />&quot;Hello.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great opening Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello? That's what you have to say to me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash, I've skipped... Nine classes this week, I can't afford to skip...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the fuck is wrong with you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Missing arm, Lingering PTSD, Depression, the fact you're a massive bastard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You vaguely remember making that joke before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why weren't you in school yesterday?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that was an unexpected question</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think that at least deserves a half truth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let on too much and you ruin the surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too little and you leave your friendship in it's current #fuckingRekt state</span><br />&quot;I was... Sorting some stuff out. I'm... Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You touch her arm and she flinches</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry. I really really am. I... I've not been a good friend. I tried to push you away under the guise of helping you, when really all I was doing was feeding my own self loathing and ego.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniff</span><br />&quot;I've... Dash. Do you remember five years ago?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash looks puzzled as well as incredibly angry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about it? You going to guilt trip me into not thinking you're the biggest asshole since Genghis Khan?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone's been doing their history homework</span><br />&quot;Five years ago, in that hospital bed, I was terrified. I had no idea how I would live without my arm. I was terrified I'd never have a normal life. That I'd be reliant on other people until the day I die.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniff again</span><br />&quot;I'd never be able to drive, or do a normal job as well as a able bodied person. I thought school would be impossible. I'll never play sports again. I'll never just go on a bike ride with my best friend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash looks curious at what you're going to say.</span><br /><br />&quot;I was so terrified of relying on other people... On you and my family, on my friends, that I pushed them all away. I was so eager to prove I could stand on my own I forgot that people don't always need to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile sadly.</span><br />&quot;I forgot... To be me. I became this mask of self reliance and general &quot;Leave me alone, I can take care of myself&quot; that I forgot that I love hanging around with people. I enjoy being friends with people. Talking about... inane crap, just enjoying people's company.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hug yourself with your left arm</span><br />&quot;I..I'm sorry Dash. I'm sorry that I thought that you weren't a strong enough person to help me. That I was too stupid to realise I needed help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn away.</span><br />&quot;this probably isn't enough, but... If <span class="nu0">12</span> years of friendship, no matter how crap a friend I was, ended how it did two days ago, I'd never forgive myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you begin to walk away from her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hand cluthces you by the shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're spun around and land face first into her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For one brief moment you are horrible confused</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss ends shortly after you actually work out what's going on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs out of the classroom</span><br /><br /><br />&quot;What the fuck just happened?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh crap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's not good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That...That makes a simple situation just a little more complicated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run a hand down your face as you lean against a desk</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Rainbow Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be in the girls toilet, punching the mirror</span><br />&quot;What the hell did I do that for!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've just made the worst mistake of your life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon finally opens up to you, finally admits he needs friends, that he still sees you as just a friend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After everything he's said and done, you still love the mopy bastard</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just before the accident</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He was in the grade above you at the time, after the incident he was held back a year</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the difference in age, you two were still best friends</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you were sat in his front garden, just eating ice cream in the summer sun</span><br />&quot;You remember the first day we meet?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon rolls his eyes, like the snarky bastard he is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Course. I had literally just moved into this house.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He runs a hand through his hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was... I never told you, but I didn't actually have that many friends as a young kid.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br />&quot;You don't have many friends now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grins in return</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Witty as always Squirt.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God you hate that name</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes you wonder if he sees you as just the kid sister he doesn't have</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, he usually doesn't treat you any different from his male friends in his year</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But... That's what you want right?</span><br />&quot;You ever think about the future?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He turns to you, a quizzical expression on his face, before turning back to the road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure. I just don't know what I want to do with my life yet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He turns back to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about you Squirt? Any ideas in that young head of yours.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You honestly think this over for a few seconds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never gave it much thought. You sort of just hoped things would stay the way they were forever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. I just hope yo... My friends are there with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles, and wraps his arms around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd never leave you Squirt. You're too much fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cheeks glow red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile back</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Rainbow Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Fifteen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A drunk sixteen year old Anon is lying in your front garden</span><br />&quot;What the hell are you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can't get in my house.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, he's slurring his words so badly</span><br />&quot;How much did you have to drink?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;he moves his arm off the ground to symbol something, before dropping his arm to the floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enough.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Enough?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;People ever tell you your pretty Dash?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your checks begin to heat up</span><br />&quot;You're drunk Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Doesn't detract from... the truth y'know? All anyone seems to go on about is your sports accomplishments.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rolls onto his side so he's looking at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But... You're a good looking girl Squirt. You should find somebody that appreciates you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look away to hide your blush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it, he won't remember any of this tomorrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry... I mean, I shouldn't make fun of the fact you can't seem to get a guy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're mood immediately turns angry</span><br />&quot;I'm not the one sat hear drunk of his ass without...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't get it though. Surely someone has to bite the bullet and ask you? Right? They can't be all scared of you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't sure if you should be really insulted for that one</span><br />&quot;People ask Anon. I'm just not interested.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cheeky grin spreads across his face</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Into girls huh? Nice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slap him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahaha. Yeah I deserved that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is he only nice when he's drunk?</span><br />&quot;It's not that. It's just... The right guy hasn't asked.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's face lights up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So there is a guy? Knew you had it in you Squirt. Who is? Come on, I won't remember. Do I know him?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn Anon, why are you so stupid</span><br />&quot;I don't know if you really know them anymore.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well that's vague? So an old friend huh?.... Is it Big mac?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile softly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, it isn't big mac.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks annoyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thought I solved it. Damn.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stares into space for a bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to lie in the grass next to him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoever it is, don't wait too long. Guy's can be pretty stupid about that kind of thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah no shit Anon.</span><br />&quot;Thanks for the advice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He focuses really hard on a random spot in the sky</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One of us better find happiness.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You barely hear him, but it cuts you all the same</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bell has just gone for Lunch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apple Jack shares English with you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is kind of Ironic in a weird way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking to make sure the coast is clear, you grab her arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey!... anon? What are you doing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let go of her arm and place a finger against your lips</span><br />&quot;We need to talk.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you walk until you're on your favourite bench outside of school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall onto, still somewhat in shock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Err...Sugarcube? Y'allright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash just kissed me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ's eyes widen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gosh darn it not now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her quizzically</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes and sits down next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So...&quot;</span><br />&quot;All right. There I was, spilling my heart out...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ almost does a spit take</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You? Spilling your heart out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh</span><br />&quot;She deserves the truth.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj collects herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What'd you say.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scratch the back of your head awkwardly</span><br />&quot;That I... I need people. That I don't want to be alone. That I needed... her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That... Might explain tha' kiss.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your hand down your face</span><br />&quot;Only if she had feelings for me. I destroyed our friendship on... why are you looking at me like that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh boy. Anon, it's time you learnt about the birds and the bees.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Jack, I know what sex is.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You see, when a girl and a boy...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Please stop. Is that what you tell Applebloom?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ cracks a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, Dash has fancied you since she were about 12.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's your turn to do a spit take</span><br />&quot;What the hell?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ rolls her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. I'm too tomboyish to admit I have girly feelings for my best friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man AJ's falsetto is good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Egh... I'm too manly and depressed and deep to look past myself for five seconds and realise a girl clearly loves me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her impression of me could use some work though</span><br /><br />&quot;Dash... Dash isn't some blushing shy girl. If she fancied me she'd...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Howdy! Do you not think it's scary to ask your depressed best friend if he wants to date you? What if he sinks into depression? What if he needs a friend more then a lover? Plus, you know, Dash's phobia of failure mixed in with her overall guilt complex surrounding you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, AJ should look into becoming a psychologist</span><br />&quot;Let's say I believe you. Let's say Dash fancied me. Why the hell?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ groans and clutches her head in both her hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gosh darnit why do I hang around with you idiots.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gee I don't know, maybe because you were her first friend. Maybe because no matter what you always try to put others before you, even if it is to feed your weird self loathing. Maybe it's because you're not that bad looking.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I've got one arm Jack.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh I hadn't even got there yet. Maybe it's because your older then her by a little and that's attractive. Maybe because you've got that whole tortured damage soul crap people like Rarity read about in their romance novels.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure. Just Rarity. Better hide my copy &quot;Love in a time of Tuberculous&quot; before the party tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or perhaps, and this is just a guess, that maybe it might have something to do with tha' fact that you'd RISK LOSING YOUR FUCKING ARM TO SAVE HER!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That... Might explain a lot</span><br />&quot;Umm... I see you've put a lot of thought into this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've tried to set her up with other guys. Hell, we got all this information out of her at a slumber party like... A year or two ago.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grip your head in your hands</span><br />&quot;Fuck me I'm stupid.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Glad you're finally admitting it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slightly slap AJ in the back of the head as you sit up in the chair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So. What do you think?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;huh</span><br />&quot;huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you think about Rainbow Dash?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How do you answer a question like that?</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were sleeping on... a metal grate?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you use both hands to push yourself onto your feet, you try to work out were you are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look ahead to notice Rainbow dash</span><br />&quot;Dash? Where are we?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a better look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Concrete walls, abandoned pieces of machinery rusting away. If you didn't know any better you'd guess it was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes open wide</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not here</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breath quicken</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your head in your hands.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't here</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't be here</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? What the hell is that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remove your head from your hands to see Rainbow pointing at something behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you turn around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hulking great humanoid beast, black as night, with one misshapen arm, leaking smoke stands behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's red eyes settle on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're in a dream. Nothing can hurt you</span><br />&quot;Run!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run, grabbing Dash's hand as you do so, running along the catwalk, just to get away from the beast</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass through a door, only to find more catwalk in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Risking it, you take a glance at the beast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's gaining on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sprint, Dash keeping up with you easily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her being faster then you, she isn't letting go</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a scream of pressure being relieved from metal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something grabs your right hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You here the creak and snap of metal beneath your feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach sinks as you fall though the air</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop after only a few feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up to see rainbow, holding on to your left hand for dear life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look below, to the empty abyss, and the black monster holding onto your right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks into your eyes, with a burning hatred</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A familiar hatred</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hatred</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't... hold on much longer!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to shake the monster off your hand, try desperately to make it let go of your arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know it won't let go.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a choice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either Dash let's go, saving herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your turn to the beast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It stares into your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what is there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lonely. Vice. A familiar, dull pain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look into Dash's eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know what lies in them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It could be anything</span><br /><br />&quot;Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops struggling and looks into your eyes</span><br />&quot;Don't let go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You relax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pain in your right arm is enormous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just like that day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Five years ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your right arm is crumbling to dust in front of your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The beast is desperately trying to hold on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But there is nothing there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It falls, further and further into the black</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to where your right arm should be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And there is nothing there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your eyes and sigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you open them, you look up and help Dash pull you from the edge of the hole</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay there, panting for a few seconds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to Dash</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awaken with a start.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God dammit, rest your eyes for one second and you start having...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was that a nightmare?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at your watch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;4:30</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to prepare for this party</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash, Norman and Berry were busy helping you set up the band equipment on the &quot;Stage.&quot; Out in the garden</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It is supposed to be good weather tonight right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank god.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks at you and signals for you to head back inside the house with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, then shrug your shoulders at Norman, who shrugs back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way down the garden and meet Flash</span><br />&quot;sup?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure you don't want to come with to pick the girls up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile a wry smile</span><br />&quot;That's not for like, <span class="nu0">2</span> hours. Trust me. I'm fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you walk inside. Past the table outside filled with food and alcohol.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside, in your sitting room and dining room, is one kickass sound system, and a clear space for a dance floor.</span><br />&quot;My room locked?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Valuables hidden?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bought some spare buckets?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash laughs and nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's some forward thinking.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach for your pack of cigarettes in your shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold the box in your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuck it on the table and follow Flash into the hallway</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo. You good&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get the meaning</span><br />&quot;Yeah. I'm good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash smiles</span><br />&quot;So, remember the plan?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash rolls his eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spend an hour there, offer to take the girls out to a restaurant, come here instead. Yeah I know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Jack already knows about this, so she'll help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash grins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, I was talking to Jack after lunch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn, trying to hide the surprise on your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm glad you made the right choice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin in response.</span><br />&quot;So am I.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sat on the table, drinking a few beers with Berry Punch and Norman</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick glance at your watch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;8:05</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People are going to start arriving soon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash left about twenty minutes ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I say to Flash &quot;Cheeki Breeki iv nu damke!&quot; And throw the baseball right at his stupid head.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You burst out laughing, as does Berry Punch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doorbell rings</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Berry tries to stand up, but you wave your arm as you get off the chair and make your way to the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you open the door</span><br />&quot;Yo, welcome to casa Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, I didn't know you even ran parties.&quot; Said a boy and a girl couple whom you had no idea who they were</span><br />&quot;What can I say.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa! That is a lot of alcohol!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yes indeed</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Currently you're talking to some girl named Trixie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently she's some kind of magician</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;huh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Third person is a little weird though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie understands that 90% of all magic is in selling it to the audience. It doesn't matter how fast your hands are, how complex the trick, if you can't convince the audience to suspend disbelief for a moment, the illusion fades completely.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, she knows her stuff</span><br />&quot;Most people I know learn a few card tricks then constantly flaunt them off to seem interesting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point to some guy in a fedora trying to show off a card trick right there in the garden</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Absolutely. Trixie is a real magician though. Say, do you do anything... Dramatic?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug your shoulder</span><br />&quot;Well I do actually do Drama at school. Oh, and I joined a band like <span class="nu0">3</span> days ago.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems rather surprised by this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow. What instrument do you play.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish off your Vodka and Coke</span><br />&quot;Drums. We are actually playing here tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Drums. Wow. That must be difficult given...&quot;</span><br />&quot;The fact I'm tone deaf?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face has a cheesy grin plastered all over it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahah. Exactly Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Someone shouts &quot;BEER BONG!&quot; and you almost visibly see Trixie's ears twitch</span><br />&quot;Go ahead, I've got to make a call.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shoots you a smile as she leaves, shouting something about how the great and powerful Trixie is the best at beer pong</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your Watch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;8:43</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, telling people to arrive at seven did wonders for starting the party at eight</span><br /><br />&quot;Flash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hold on girls. I've got to take this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash is speaking away form the phone, and you can barely hear over the music at the party</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup dude.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Party has started. The Phantom Pains need their singer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right man. Remember, I've got to go back and change car.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I've got a table blocking a car parking space on the green out front. Me and Norman can move it before you arrive, and leave it there till you return.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good thinking man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What else am I here for.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right bud. Shit, Twilight's wondering who I am talking to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin.</span><br />&quot;Be back by ten young man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes mum.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can practically feel the sarcasm in his voice</span><br />&quot;Later dude.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;bye mum.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That felt weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang up the phone and make your way to the garden drinks table to pour yourself another Vodka and coke</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*1 new message*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You duck out of a game of President in your front room to go read the message</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo anon. Be there in five.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;nodding to yourself, you go to grab Norman</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, after wading through the sea of people, you find him snogging Berry Punch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit on a dick</span><br /><br />&quot;Yo buddy. Pokey, you busy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup dude? One guy seemed kind of cute but I think he went outside to throw up or something&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you grin. First one of the night</span><br />&quot;Can I have a hand lifting something outside? Got to make way for a car.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all a conversation needed to be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you once again swam through the sea of people to reach the front door.</span><br />&quot;All right man. We just need to move that table, wait for a car to come and put it back.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's it? Darling, don't worry about. You go enjoy yourself in there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I can take care of this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sall right. Once the car goes you can come back inside.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod your thanks and make your way back into the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do so, you hear a cheer, and some guy passes you a beer.</span><br /><br />&quot;I mean... I can't think why not. Sometimes I wonder...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the distance, past about thirty people, you hear a &quot;Happy Birthday!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your phone.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, Be right back.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;*1 new Message*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it read: &quot;Yo, Girls are here. Surprised that I took them here, but kind of glad. Luckily they were dressed for a party. Be back in fifteen.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you grab yet another Vodka and Coke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're first priority is to find Norman and Berry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way back inside the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice the dance floor, and the music playing:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOf6HzYjLDQ</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes you feel like a real human bean</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shimmy your way past dancing couples and that one guy pretending he was Russian.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see the two of them, drinking beer and chatting to...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh crap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bite the bullet</span><br />&quot;Sup.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity turns to you, checking you out for about half a a second before softly smiling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must say Anon, I didn't think you had it in you to run a party as packed as this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile in return, placing your arm over Norman's shoulder</span><br />&quot;We haven't even started the live music yet. You two sober enough to play?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both nod.</span><br />&quot;All right, let's set up and tune. Flash will be here in about fifteen minutes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The three of you begin to make your way back to the garden</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon. A word please?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crap.</span><br />&quot;I'll be just a minute. Catch up in a bit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe the fake smile from your face, take a breath, and turn back to Rarity</span><br /><br />&quot;Sup.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, if that is how silly saying sup sounds with an English accent you are never saying it again</span><br />&quot;So...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Rainbow seemed awfully flush today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gulp</span><br />&quot;Really? Well she is turning Seventeen, it's a big day for her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity gives you the biggest &quot;Really?&quot; Look you've seen on a human being</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed. And Apple Jack joined us back at lunch after mysteriously disappearing and handed me $10. You wouldn't know anything about that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh crap</span><br />&quot;Haven't the foggiest.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity expression hardens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you hurt her. I will find you. And believe me, unlike Pinkie and Flutters I know and have the means to get rid of evidence.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That makes things simple</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice a spot of rainbow amid the sea of techni-colour hair</span><br />&quot;All right. I understand. Trust me... I know what I'm doing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't the fucking foggiest what you're doing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are just making this up as you go.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A crowd begins to gather around you're impromptu outdoor stage as Flash walks on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What'd I miss?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash tapped his mic, testing it was working.</span><br />&quot;Nothing really. We're ready when you are.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Got the remote?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place the drumstick carefully down on the drums and pull the remote out of your pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, this thing has good range.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The CD player outside is muted as Flash begins to speak</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo! Welcome to this kickass party!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few cheers and &quot;Whoop!&quot; sound out from the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right. First up, I'd like to thank the neighbours for picking a good day to stay the fuck out of town!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few laughs and claps. All right. He can work a crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Secondly, I'd like to thank our host for this evening, and our bands new drummer, Anon! For getting this party fucking started.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up and wave to the crowd, before shooting Flash a lazy salute and sitting back down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah that's right. One Arm Anon is our drummer. How fucking cool is that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You here a &quot;Pretty Rad!&quot; and &quot;Def Leppard did it first!&quot; from the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit their onto you</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right. Let's cut this shit out and get to what you've been waiting for. We are &quot;The Phantom Pains&quot; and this is &quot;Jukebox Hero.&quot; By Foreigner.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Noice. A classic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v9kW4A16es</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bang out the slow beat of the drums</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, you've never properly played for a crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hell, you're approaching the end of Tipsy state and beginning &quot;Comfortably drunk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So it don't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of this matters</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Godamn, these other guys are good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty mediocre, but you've only practised with these guys once, and you know. The one arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman can fucking rip up a guitar, and y'know, unlike you is a decent back up singer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Berry can kick ass on bass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Flash, well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a dude brah, he's got a set of lungs on him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You join in for the chorus</span><br />&quot;Jukebox hero!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After that, the songs kept on coming, the crowd got bigger, the sounds got louder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At some point you had somehow removed the jacket you were wearing and got a headband tied around your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not quite sure how you did that with one arm playing the drums and the other...Well, you know</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Halfway through https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw6_VXPwm6U</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start thinking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the start of this week, you were moping about wondering if you should drink before or after school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd made an actual friend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Joined a band</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let go of some personal baggage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Got drunk twice, thrice if you include right now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Skipped a total of Ten lessons</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Skipped an entire day of school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice a rainbow and blue shape jumping in the crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile softly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't over yet</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All right! How you doing Canterlot high!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A big cheer was Flash's response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! Let's not forget why we are all here today. Yo, Dash!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash pointed to her, and you noticed she seemed to shrink just a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked shocked and scanned the band</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, her eyes fell into yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Happy birthday!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mouthed happy birthday to her just after everyone else had got their cheers in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she smiled and turned away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All right. You know what you have to do once your set is over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked at the hastily copy &amp; pasted tabs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just one more song after this</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo2qQmj0_h4</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start the drums going</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you can do this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as the crowd nod their heads along</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Godamn, this feels good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up, continuing to play the drums</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've just got past the first chorus</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things are going well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash motions for you to walk forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dude, Drums are actually needed in this song</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He keeps motioning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He comes to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aarh you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see where this is going</span><br />&quot;You shook me all night long!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn, as much as you like your accent, you shouldn't sing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crowd don't seem to mind though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash proceeds to go round the entire band, getting them to join in on the fun</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look across the crowd of people joining in singing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, it feels good to be king</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally it's over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spin the drumstick absent mindedly in your hand as Flash says his goodbye stuff</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprised he didn't get RD to join them up on stage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You narrow your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not sure you ever heard her sing actually</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're brought out of your thinking by the last round of applause and Flash standing in front of you with a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up, still spinning that drumstick</span><br />&quot;One second Flash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn away from the house and chuck the drumstick into the crowd</span><br />&quot;Let's go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;the two of you make your way off the stage as a bunch of people help bring the instruments, including your drum set, back into the house for you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I don't know about you, but I need a drink.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost can't believe what tumbles out of your mouth next</span><br />&quot;Nah, I'm all right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash looks at you like he's seen a ghost</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or you've just told him he's adopted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you make your way back into the house, onto the makeshift dance floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDVW81bXo0s</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash immediately makes his way to the drinks table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are we actually running low on Vodka?</span><br /><br />&quot;What the hell?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know man. We bought nearly $90 of the stuff.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How many people are there here again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um.... I invited about 150 people at last minute yesterday. So... Probably about 90.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are ninety people in your house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking perfect</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You realise what you have to do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin the arduous process of putting on a jacket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where are you going?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Grabbing more Vodka. Make sure the house doesn't burn down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No guarantees.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;god you hope he's joking</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally once again reach the front door and have managed to get your jacket on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick look at the time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10:32</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice it out the corner of your eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But ignore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door and walk out into the crisp night air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment you close your eyes, waiting for your headache to fade just a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then step forward and open them, walking down the cul-de-sac</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know... this isn't half bad</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, giving how much stuff is likely going to be destroyed come tomorrow morning, you'll never agree to host a party again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But... Maybe you should start going to these things</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've only got a few months left of Junior year</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'll be time to properly think of the future</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you finally notice the running form towards you and smile softly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where do you think you're going Anon? Skipping your own party.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glad you had this jacket on</span><br />&quot;It's not my party. It's yours Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slow down your walking pace so she can more easily catch up and walk beside you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then are you skipping my party?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds a little annoyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Never dream of it.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's how the two of you found yourselves sat at a bench outside the 24 hour garage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Happy birthday Dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;thanks Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile softly back, then reach into your jacket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To bring out a smallish book</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God that made this jacket uncomfortably to wear</span><br />&quot;I promise you, it's not a video game.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass it to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;12 years?&quot;</span><br />&quot;We've been friends for twelve years. Luckily, I was able, over the course of about <span class="nu0">10</span> hours, managed to scrounge up every polaroid and digital photo of the two of us I could find. And compile into that book.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the tears welling in her eyes, and you have to wipe your own eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bloody sawdust</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She opens the page</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First thing on there, a photo taken from behind of you and Dash sitting on the curb the first day you moved there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you smile softly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next is an image of you and her having a water fight, and you losing very badly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;after that, an image of you, aged 8, her aged 7, hanging out in AppleJack's tree house with her and big mac</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She got onto one of the last photo's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the day you got out of hospital.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, Apple Jack, Big Mac and Rainbow are smiling at the camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look gaunt, weak. But happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got your one arm around Rainbow Dash's shoulder, holding her close to fit all four of you in photo</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shortly after that photo, you began to properly withdraw from human contact</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave her alone with the book for a bit as you make your way into the garage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The nice Indian guy who is always there, even at 5 o'clock in the morning, is stood behind the till</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah. One armed man? What you getting?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No cigarettes thanks. Just these.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dump two bottles of cheap vodka on the till.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods and scans</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring your wallet out of your pocket carefully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ID please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up and immediately stare into his eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His grim resolute expression soon turns to one of self satisfaction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Got you. That'd be $20.98</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and hand over the money</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck that was close</span><br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dX3k_QDnzHE&amp;list=PLc3CfHN41gQhY54ODLJ-A06IfHcGAX3VZ&amp;index=<span class="nu0">3</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find your way back to the bench</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow is still reading through the book</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're looking at photo's you only half remember existed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which, you suppose, is what you get for doing this at 3 in the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down next to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as she's looking at a picture of you asleep in a chair in hospital, next to a sleeping Dash in the hospital bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Date of photo: February this year</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2 months ago</span><br /><br />&quot;It's been a hell of a journey.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twelve years.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fourteen times you ran away from home. <span class="nu0">4</span> broken bones between us. Five holidays together, been through two first days at school.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but noticed you've been an idiot and sat on her left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eight times you've crashed at mine cause you were too drunk for your parents to see. 20 odd sleepovers between us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile softly.</span><br />&quot;I wouldn't have traded it for anything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can't help but glimpse at the missing arm closest to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hand on the space between you two</span><br />&quot;Anything. Not even that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places her hand on yours</span><br /><br />&quot;You know... I never got to reply.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;hrm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her face is only slightly tinged with red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places her hands around your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips fall into hers</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even by the time you get back to the house, the party shows no sign of actually dying down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYrh5h9acg8</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearly Flash had gotten control of the fucking I-phone speakers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you and Dash slide pass the increasing drunk teenagers and eventually reach the speaker</span><br />&quot;Got a song you want on?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you randomly swipe up and down on your own I-phone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and nod</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTidn2dBYbY</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You may not like the film as much as Dash does</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But god damn this song</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nearby guy thanks you for changing the soung</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking Flash. How did he out nerd you?</span><br /><br />&quot;Wanna dance?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash looks at you like you asked her to murder someone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin and shrug your shoulder, taking a hold of her hand</span><br />&quot;Neither can I&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drag her onto the impromptu dance floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All right Anon. You have two left feet and one left arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh, no part of you is right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never say that pun aloud</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just awkwardly shake your body in time to the music</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, that's basically what everyone is doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for Pokey, who is fucking ripping the dance floor up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes you wish you had that kind of gay superpower</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you turn to the equally awkwardly dancing Rainbow Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eh, not worth the sacrifice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spin around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are still double left footed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before even moving past halfway you trip over your own feet and fall backwards</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right into Rainbow Dash's arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up into her smirking face and grin</span><br />&quot;I'm sure there's some &quot;Falling for you&quot; pun I could make here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash laughs and pushes you back onto your feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You complete the spin, refacing her again</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone is looking at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;eh, I bet watching a one armed man dance is pretty funny</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't give less of a shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even know their names</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only one person's opinions matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's as fucking awful a dancer as you are</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The song changes to some drum and bass song</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a fan</span><br />&quot;Wanna go outside?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anything to stop the two of you dancing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes your hand and guides you through the sea of people</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you reach the patio, where mostly it's smokers and a few people throwing up in a bush</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking hell, this is why you brought extra buckets arseholes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're tempted to bum a cigarette off someone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But It'll pass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash notices something further up the garden and pulls you along with her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god this massive place is lit up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually she stops and you turn to look around to where she has dragged you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a surprise.</span><br /><br />&quot;Thought you guys were in the house?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight and Shy needed a breather, and down here shockingly doesn't have a bunch of couples making out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god. At least Applejack knows what's she's doing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then turns to the fact that Rainbow is still clutching your hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at your face, and you raise a single eyebrow as if to say &quot;Yeah? What?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How's your guy's night been.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow is still clutching your hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of the others have seemed to notice though, it is still fairly dark here</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... Flash is a little more drunk then I am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh. Poor Twi. I better warn him that she may be in a mood with him if he keeps drinking</span><br />&quot;None of you drinking anymore?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah. We don't want to go comatose like half the people here already.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a quick look down the garden, only now noticing the trial of sleeping bodies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're going to need a hose tomorrow morning</span><br />&quot;Well. I guess there's still dancing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity speaks up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do not get us wrong! This is a great party. Just we are not the type to 100% cut loose, unlike half the rapscallions here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The night is young.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, quickly glances at Dash, then notices your hands, turns to you and grins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod back</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let go of Dash's hand and quickly shoot Flash a text</span><br />*Whatever you are doing, head to garden and pay Twilight attention. Argument otherwise.*<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes less then 16 seconds to get a reply</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;k bro.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crisis averted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what did anon get you for your Birthday Dash?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity turns to you briefly and shoots you a shit eating grin</span><br />&quot;I'll be in the house if you need me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't get too drunk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash smiles as she says this. Wonder why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you make your way back to the house, you past Flash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo, thanks for the warning man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He holds out his fist.</span><br />&quot;Anytime.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fist pump him back</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Rainbow Dash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been asked &quot;that question&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How much do you admit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon didn't seem shy about holding your hand in front of them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But.. Then you'd be admitting that Rarity was right</span><br />&quot;Um...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sup.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks Flash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where have you been?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Helping out Norman throwing up in the bathroom. Anon is going to be pretty pissed when he finds him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh that's strange. We were just talking about Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity turns her predatory gaze back onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you gulp</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Darling. What did he get you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entire group has turned to you. Even Flash seems interested in what you are about to say.</span><br />&quot;Um...Well. He got me... A photo album.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's face drops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A photo album.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, you've never heard a more dry statement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah...Y'know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash's eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's what he was working on all night! Oh that makes so much sense!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to Flash surprised, as does the rest of the group.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Working on it... Wait, it's not just a empty photo album?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow. Anon's not that much of a ass... Well, okay, occasionally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and show the book to the group</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the first page, and right there is the photo of you and Anon with your back to the camera sat on the curb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel your cheeks reddening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks up at your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon made this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;It's photographic proof of the last twelve years we've known each other.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flip to your favorite photo</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the one of the four of you, AJ, Big Mac, Anon and you just after he left the hospital post Amputation</span><br />&quot;It was the first time he'd properly left the hospital, and he was still a bit shaky.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jack smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah remember. He challenged Big mac to an arm wrestle since &quot;For once in my life I can't cheat.&quot;. Man, Anon's an asshole.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh.</span><br />&quot;Yes he is.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but notice Twilight is incredibly deep in thought.</span><br />&quot;You all right Twi?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;None of the pattern of behavior I've seen of Anon would suggest he would do something like this. Especially not openly admit to being good friends with you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Umm... what can I say? He's learnt his...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And the fact that he did this so soon after he purposefully tried to tank your relationship? The fact that he went to all this trouble to set up this party? It all means something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You vaguely remember Twilight wasn't here when you had that sleepover two years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which meant unless one of the girls told her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And the fact that you were so eager to forgive him for it? Something must've changed the dynamic between you two...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh crap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She didn't know about the kiss earlier today either</span><br />&quot;Egh... I kicked his ass, and he learnt that he was wrong.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity is shooting you another shit eating grin as she crosses her arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. That wouldn't explain the closeness, plus wouldn't match Flash's statement of &quot;Wow, that's what he was working on all night.&quot;.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Man, you would not believe how much Norman can chunder.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bad timing Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He places his arm on your shoulder and joins in the circle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What'd I miss.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's eyes widen to a size you're pretty sure isn't actually humanly possible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Real subtle Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face heats up like a thousand suns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh..... What?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy stops sleeping standing up and opens her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh look. Anon and Rainbow are finally dating.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The high pitch squeee from Rarity really fucking hurts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh shit congrats man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why can't people be cool like Flash?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, never ever think that again.</span><br />&quot;Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make sure he's the only one that can hear you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;su... Damn, I mean, yeah?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god this is awkward</span><br />&quot;Wanna head inside?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check watch: 11:40</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well. Getting late</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Dash are making your way down the garden path</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So we heading back to the dancefloor?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Could do</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you want to</span><br />&quot;I'm fine never dancing again if you are.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Beer Pong ended like twenty minutes ago.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If I have to watch Trixie cheat at card games for the twentieth time I'll scream.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash Shrugs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So that leaves drinking more or...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm fine not drinking if you aren't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash stops and you turn to face her face to face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't fuck this up Anon</span><br /><br />&quot;Well. Okay Dash. I've got some albums in my room we can listen too. Are you <span class="nu0">100</span>% sure you want to listen to some albums right now? Or shall we save it for another time? Once we both... have found our feet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash's face lights up red and she starts twirling her hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So at least she got it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... I wouldn't mind listening to some albums.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile softly.</span><br />&quot;My room is blocked from the inside, so we need to climb through the window. Which means getting on top of the porch. You up for that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take her hand and lead her round the side of the house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing on top of the garbage bin, you grip onto the lip of the porch and climb your way up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are now kneeling over the side of the porch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash has climbed onto the bin, but she's a bit shorter then you are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laying down on your stomach, you hold your arm over the edge</span><br />&quot;Hold on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks you in the eyes</span><br />&quot;Trust me. I can hold you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods and jumps, griping onto your arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly pull herself up, almost dislocating your shoulder in the effort. Luckily, it's still there</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you sit atop of the porch for a few seconds, staring across the vast expanse of suburbia beyond your back garden, to the lights of the city</span><br />&quot;Hell of a view.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few minutes, either to gain the courage to move, or to simply enjoy the moment, the two of you sit there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash is the first to move, spinning round to crawl towards your window as she had done many a times as a kid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile softly to yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You climb after her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Still not locking your window?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash has already pried it open by the time you reach her</span><br />&quot;Dash. Can I come inside?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clamber in after her, almost falling head first onto the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smooth as Ice Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a breath and look around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your Ramones poster is still there, your bed is still... Well actually, not made, but clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple of beers you had stashed on a shelf</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Otherwise, the room is pretty empty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So... Um...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you scratch the back of your head</span><br />&quot;Yeah... I have no idea. Um... I don't know. Maybe we...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You aren't able to sputter out anymore stupid words before Rainbow draws you in for a kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For once, you aren't completely retarded, and you take part</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long for her to find the off switch for your brain in there, even if she's not the best kisser</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pants for a second, recovering her breath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Something like... That?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin as you wipe your mouth</span><br />&quot;Something along those lines.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to unbutton your shirt, desperately wishing you had two arms to hurry this up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins taking off her dress, revealing the tank top/gym shorts combo she had underneath</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She notices you looking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought I was going to skip my party and go to the gym after.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br />&quot;Suits you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally you get your blasted shirt off, before she leaps into another kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whilst your hand is running through her hair, her hand is exploring your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't super muscular but toned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, and at least had some chest hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move your hand from her hair to her tank top</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head as she leaves the kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, she's having second thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't have pushed her into this. You're a fucking horri....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We both know you aren't going to undress me with one arm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's smiling seductively</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clever girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know little Anon is also working now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You focus on your belt, almost ripping it off in your enthusiasm, before dragging your jeans down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's already dropped the tank top and the gym shorts, revealing... Well, a hell of a lot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice her trying to hide</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick your jeans off, deciding that it'll be just too much effort to take your socks off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk towards her and plant your lips on hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whilst she moves her hands towards your chest again, you grab both of them in you hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise them above her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gripping both her wrists in you hands, you move slowly towards the bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You of course, realise that if she even remotely wanted you to let go there'd be nothing you could do to stop her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you fall onto the bed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a rush to get on top, Dash fails</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're kneeling above her thighs, her hands still above her head, on the pillows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breathing speeds up</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let go of her hands, kissing her on the lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your one hand on her breast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;a small moan leaves her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Between you, there are only a few items of clothing left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your socks, her gym shorts, your boxers and her socks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to change that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reluctantly take your hand away from her breast, kneeling back up and moving off her thighs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take off your boxers, whilst she takes off her gym shorts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Briefly, you see her baby blue panties</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those soon go too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you are stark naked now, only your socks still on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you soak up the sight of Dash naked, her tough body, her fine ass, and her cute breasts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Puts your mangled corpse to shame</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your right arm itches</span><br />&quot;Shall we?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash bites her lip in anticipation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And god-damn, if that's not the hottest thing you've ever seen</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you practically leap at each other with hunger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips collide, and your hand travels up and down her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of hers entangles itself in your hair, the other is cupping your arse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wraps her shapely strong legs against your hips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her both her arms are wrapped around your shoulders, she's still playing tennis with your tongue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what she wants</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carrying her, you reach your desk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a second you let go of her, wiping everything off the desk with your one hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You placed her on it, so your now eye level with each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment the two of you separate, a trail of saliva between your lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into one of your nearby drawers and search around for what feels like an eternity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally your hand falls upon the object</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You withdraw the condom and quickly set upon getting it on</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes lock with hers</span><br />&quot;I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bit early to say that Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all you need to hear</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes open</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first thing you notice is that your vision is blurred by red, green and blue Strands of hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next is that your chin is resting atop Rainbow Dash's head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That both of you are completely naked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That your back is covered in scratches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look towards the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sounds like a bloody good night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub Rainbow Dash's chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All right. You are here. You've just had sex with your incredibly attractive childhood friend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got anything up to 90 people randomly strewn across your house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got to clean an entire house</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got to get enough money to survive on your own for another week</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn back to Dash and smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of that can wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all. If need be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can always just ask for a hand</span></div></div>




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