Rising for Sunset [Part 1 - Monday]


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                                            >"Psssst..."

                                            >"Hey...Anon!"

                                            >"Psssst! Over here!"

                                            >"Hey...hey...pssst..."

                                            >"Hey Anon!"

                                            >"Guess what?..."

                                            >"I love you."


                                            "W- What?"

                                            >You are Anonymous. Just your everyman at Canterlot High.

                                            >You found a note in your locker asking you to come to the far end of the school during lunch, but you didn't know who it was from.

                                            >You never would have guessed that you were called out by Sunset Shimmer, one of the prettiest girls in the whole school.

                                            >She barely even had your attention before she dropped that on you. You're absolutely FLOORED.


                                            >She said it, plain as day, and now you're just standing there, struck dumb as you stare at her with a look of confusion on her face.

                                            >As your brain manages to process it, you can see the warm, loving smile that she put on for her confession start to falter.

                                            >You can't just say nothing and let this slip by.

                                            >Come on, Anon, use your WORDS.

                                            "Sunset.. I..."

                                            >As you wrack your brain for a response, she looks at you with those beautiful cyan eyes, but your silence up to now has taken away that daring opening of hers.

                                            >The gears in your brain are turning, but you're not fast enough.

                                            >She starts to shrink away, and before you can get in a word edgewise, she hurries off.

                                            >You're sure that you heard a small "I'll see you later, Anon," as she starts to get out of earshot.

                                            >You blew it.

                                            >SUNSET SHIMMER confessed her love to you at school and you BLEW IT.


                                            >Before you can try to chase after her, the bell rings.

                                            >Now you have to deal with this running through your mind during Math?

                                            >You make it into class on time and sit down.

                                            >The whole time, you can't focus.

                                            >You can't help but think about how you froze up.

                                            >Remembering the happiness drain from Sunset's face is even worse.

                                            >A girl that you like, a girl that is WAY out of your league likes you and you can't even respond with a simple "yes."

                                            >Before you know it, the bell rings again, sending you off to your English class.

                                            >You walk into Ms. Cherilee's room and take a seat, far enough away from the front to not gain much attention, but not so far back that you make yourself an obvious target for being called on.

                                            >You'd probably be distracted from yet another lecture by your mistake earlier if not for the fact that you're slowly becoming aware of a feeling that someone's staring at you.


                                            >You glance out of the corner of your eye to either side of you, but everyone else near you has their noses buried into a textbook.

                                            >That awareness that you're being watched persists and is actually starting to slowly creep into a sense of dread.

                                            >As it gets worse, you take a chance at getting caught not paying attention and glance around, taking a look behind you.

                                            >The feeling stops all at once.

                                            >When you look back, there isn't actually anyone looking at you.

                                            >"Eyes up front or on the text please, Anonymous," you hear your teacher say.

                                            "Y-yes Ms. Cherilee."

                                            >You stare down at the book, not wanting to make eye contact with her or anyone else.

                                            >After a few moments, you start to get that feeling again.

                                            >It's like someone's boring into the back of your skull with their eyes.

                                            >You put a hand on the back of your neck to scratch it and realize that you're actually sweating.

                                            >The end of class can't come fast enough, but it eventually does.

                                            >Luckily, today is a short day, so you can get out of here and try to sort out your thoughts.

                                            >You quickly grab your things and head out of the classroom, not even bothering to jot down the instructions for what to do for next class.

                                            >You head to your locker and quickly grab the rest of your things.

                                            >The door clanks shut and you realize that the wide hall around you is empty.

                                            >Time to get the fuck out of here.

                                            >You start to bolt towards the nearest exit-

                                            >"And just WHERE do you think you're going, MISTER?"


                                            >You freeze.

                                            >That's a girl's voice.

                                            >You recognize it, but you don't think you've ever heard anything like anger from it before.

                                            >Slowly, you turn around and you can't believe your eyes.

                                            "F-Fluttershy?"

                                            >"Don't you "Fluttershy" me, Anon!"

                                            >The piercing eyes staring you down are normally hidden behind that long, pretty, pink hair.

                                            >This is the most meek girl you've ever met, and you're having trouble making EYE CONTACT with her right now.

                                            >You take a step back, and she responds by taking a step forward.

                                            "Fluttershy, what are you doing? What is this about?!"

                                            >She takes a step forward, and you take another step back.

                                            >You slip on the tiled floor, and you're falling.

                                            >You were blown away by a pretty girl today figuratively, and now it's about to be literal.


                                            >The landing on the floor isn't pleasant.

                                            >Your backpack "cushioned" your fall, as well as something overloaded with big, heavy textbooks can.

                                            >Always knew that it would be hard on your back to carry that thing around...

                                            >After a moment of being shellshocked, you glance up.

                                            >Fluttershy is standing over you.

                                            >You may not know what you did to bring down the wrath of Hurricane Fluttershy, but it looks like she's about to let you have it.

                                            >You avert your eyes down and away from hers, knowing that the worst of it is about to come.

                                            >...

                                            >But it doesn't.

                                            >You boldly look up at Fluttershy to see her eyes tracing your previous line of sight, eyes wide not with that powerful stare, but with horror.

                                            >You were so scared out of your wits that you didn't even realize that you were staring up her skirt.


                                            >In the next moment, everything changed.

                                            >"eep!"

                                            >Fluttershy backed away from you, tripping on her own feet and falling onto her rear end with a thud.

                                            >She's looking away from you now, a long lock of her hair obscuring half of her face.

                                            >And she's blushing.

                                            >That's a lot more like the Fluttershy that you're used to, that's for sure.

                                            >Seeing this lets you gather up the courage to talk to her.

                                            "Fluttershy... What was THAT all about?"

                                            >You can see just enough of her face to notice that eyes turning to you, then away again.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            "I'm sorry, Fluttershy. I didn't mean to look at... you know..."

                                            >Her cheeks may have been pink before, but now they're turning red.

                                            "I didn't mean to. I mean, not that you're not really pretty-"

                                            >You've gone from hardly getting a word out to putting your foot in your mouth.

                                            >Good job, Anonymous.

                                            >You sigh and take a moment to collect your thoughts.

                                            >You're fortunate that Fluttershy can be so awkward that she might actually just sit there all day until you move.

                                            "Really, Fluttershy, I'm sorry."

                                            >She mumbles something, but you can't quite make it out.

                                            ".. I'm sorry, what was that, Fluttershy?

                                            >She mutters it again, a little bit louder, but it's still not very distinct.

                                            >She takes a deep breath.

                                            >"You should tell that to Sunset."


                                            >She knows about what happened earlier with Sunset?

                                            >Fluttershy is still avoiding eye contact with you.

                                            "Sunset?"

                                            >The gears in your head start turning, but you're not sure you can believe it.

                                            >Fluttershy turns her head to look at you, face still partially obscured.

                                            >She's not giving you the stare anymore, but the look that she's giving you now gives you the impression that you've done something wrong.

                                            >"Sunset's one of my best friends, Anon. She's liked you for a long time. She told us that she was going to confess her feelings for you today, but when she came back, she was in tears."

                                            >Even though her tone isn't as serious as it was earlier, her words still hit you like a brick.

                                            >Were you totally oblivious, was she dropping hints before this?

                                            >You shared one class with her last year, but you didn't think that you left any kind of impression, let alone even stand a chance with her.

                                            >You curl up and look at the ground.

                                            "I... I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. She caught me so off guard that I couldn't even respond. I just froze up..."

                                            >You sit there, the guilt seeping in that your lack of nerve managed to hurt someone else's feelings.

                                            >It would be better if you just faded away.

                                            >Much to your surprise you feel something rubbing up against you.

                                            >You look over to see a small, white rabbit.

                                            >Blinking in surprise, you then take notice that Fluttershy is sitting next to you as well.

                                            >She's looking straight ahead down the empty hallway.

                                            "Fluttershy?"

                                            >After all of that, now she's showing you some kindness?

                                            >There's a moment of silence before she speaks again, softly this time.

                                            >"I know what it's like... You know... To be too nervous to speak up..."

                                            >You knew you weren't "alpha," but are you really so quiet that FLUTTERSHY is showing you empathy?


                                            >She picks up the bunny.

                                            >"If you really didn't mean to hurt Sunset's feelings, then I forgive you, Anonymous."

                                            "Thank you, Fluttershy. I guess that I should apologize to Sunset as well. Maybe if I'm lucky, she'd be willing to give me a chance..."

                                            >"You do like Sunset, then?"

                                            >She's looking at you.

                                            >You don't have to think long before you can at least say this much:

                                            "I think I do."

                                            >"I'll talk to her about all of this then, and-"

                                            >She stops even though it seems like she has more to say.

                                            >If there's anything you actually have good attention to, it's detail.

                                            >Fluttershy has stopped making eye contact with you, she's looking down at the floor now.

                                            >The gears in your head start turning as you try to grab any clues from this mess of a conversation.

                                            >Wait, did she say "us" earlier?


                                            >*click*

                                            "She told us"

                                            >You say it out loud this time as you recall what she said.

                                            >Fluttershy seems to be desperately trying to not make eye contact.

                                            "She told all of..."

                                            >Oh, shit.

                                            >You accidentally broke Sunset's heart, and they all know.

                                            >Canterlot High's "Main Six"

                                            >Six girls that are completely unalike from each other, but still manage to have more pull in the student body than any clique.

                                            >You grab Fluttershy by the shoulders.

                                            "Fluttershy... Please don't tell me that your friends are planning to come after me over this."

                                            >She looks up at you, then closes her eyes and slowly nods.


                                            >Well, that's not good.

                                            "But... you know that I didn't mean to hurt Sunset. You can put in a good word for me, right? This won't be a problem."

                                            >You sound hopeful, but that doesn't last long.

                                            >Fluttershy slowly shakes her head.

                                            "Come on... You're kidding, right? I'll go tell Sunset myself and clear all of this up."

                                            >"I'm so sorry, Anon. I'll tell Sunset the truth about what happened, but my friends and I look out for each other. They might not even let you get close to her right now."

                                            >Fluttershy opens her pack and gently places the bunny inside of it before getting up and putting it on.

                                            >She offers you a hand to help you up.

                                            >"I'll talk to my friends about it. Maybe I'm just expecting the worst out of them for no reason."

                                            >You take her hand, letting yourself break into a small smile at her reassuring words.

                                            "Yeah, you're probably right. I mean, your friends are pretty reasonable people, right?"

                                            >You stand up straight and shift the weight of your bag around a bit.

                                            "Thanks, Fluttershy."

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            "Yes..?"

                                            >"I'm sorry that I cornered you like this. I wish I'd known that this was just a misunderstanding."

                                            "It's really okay, Fluttershy, I forgive you."

                                            >A few moments later."

                                            >"A-Anon?"

                                            "... Yes, Fluttershy?"

                                            >"You can let go of my hand now. I mean, if you wouldn't mind..."


                                            >One awkward dispersal later...

                                            >You step outside of the school.

                                            >After all of the crazy things that have happened today, you're thankful that you have some time off to yourself.

                                            >Your Steam library IS starting to fill up with games you haven't even played yet...

                                            >You drift off in thought on your walk home, then you hear your phone go off.

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6DM5ckcH14

                                            >Are you really that plain?

                                            >You HAVE to remember to change that later.

                                            >You check to see who it is.

                                            >It's Flash Sentry.

                                            >He's a good friend, even though you two aren't in the same clique.

                                            >You hang out sometimes and talk about music.

                                            >You answer the call.

                                            >"Hey, Anon! You going to the Jo-Colt show later?"

                                            >You snicker.

                                            "Man, I'll never understand why you like 'soft rock' music so much."

                                            >"Hey, don't knock it until you try it. So, are you going?"

                                            "I don't think so, Flash. Not this time."

                                            >"What, afraid to try new music?"

                                            Nah, I just had a really crazy day and want to spend the rest of it doing nothing.

                                            >"What happened, Anon?"

                                            "Did anything in particular HAVE to happen? Classes are hectic sometimes."

                                            >"Yeah, but you don't give a crap about that stuff. Come on, man, spill it."


                                            >You sigh.

                                            "Fiiiine. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone."

                                            >"Sure thing, bro... As long as it's not anything really juicy."

                                            "Come on, Flash..."

                                            >"Alright, alright. Just tell me."

                                            >You explain to Flash the events of the day, starting with what happened during the lunch period.

                                            >He doesn't believe you when you tell him that Sunset flat-out confessed to being in love with you.

                                            >"Come on, Anon, you're pulling my leg."

                                            >You understand his skepticism, but that doesn't stop you from taking it a little bit personally.

                                            >You continue on, explaining how you froze up, and then she left.

                                            >"That sounds like something you'd do."

                                            "Why are we friends again?"

                                            >"Chill Anon, I was just kidding. What happened next?"

                                            >You tell Flash about how your day went more or less as normal until you were confronted by Fluttershy of all people.

                                            >"She gave you THE STARE? Holy shit, Anon! I heard that she used that to reduce a bully to TEARS once."

                                            >You tell him about the whole thing, omitting the part where you looked up her skirt by accident.

                                            >You're a gentleman, after all.

                                            "And that was it. We parted ways, and she's going to talk to her friends for me. Hopefully, everything will be fine."

                                            >"Well..."

                                            >Oh, come on.

                                            >"You know, a couple of Sunset's friends are sort of hot-headed. Even if Fluttershy puts in a good word for you, they might still come after you."

                                            "Not what I needed to hear today, Flash."

                                            >"Better safe than sorry. They're not bad people though, so I can't imagine that they'll do anything too serious. Just know that you might have some more of what you got today coming up."

                                            >You groan.

                                            >"I'll catch you tomorrow, Anon. Good luck."


                                            >You head home and spend the rest of the day in your room.

                                            >As satisfying as gaming is after a stressful day, you can't quite help but shake the nagging feeling that things have only just begun.

                                            >This is going to be a long week.


                                            END OF MONDAY.