Twin Sister Wallflower by onethirdparty


                                            >You are Anonymous Blush.

                                            >The alarm on your phone blares in your ear which rips you from your sleep.

                                            >Due to this, you shrieked with fright and leaped as fast as you could out of bed;

                                            >Right into your sister as she was coming up the stairs.

                                            >Due to your size difference, she merely bounces off of you and nearly starts stumbling down the steps.

                                            >However, you waste no time grabbing her and pulling her up before she does.

                                            >You barely catch the fear in her eyes before it turns to fury.

                                            >"Jesus fucking Christ Anon! What the fuck?!"

                                            >Her hand grasps her modest chest trying to get her bearings.

                                            >She's dressed in a pair of short shorts and her normal sweater.

                                            >Before she can berate you further, your attentions are drawn back to your room.

                                            >You didn't turn off your phone alarm.

                                            >The blaring ringing causes your minor hangover to manifest a massive headache.

                                            >And you find yourself cringing at all the sudden sensory stimulation.

                                            >As nerdy as that sounded, it didn't excuse the fact you were a degenerate.

                                            >"You're a fucking degenerate, Anon. Put some pants on and wake the fuck up."

                                            >She says in her normal quiet tone as she walks into your room, turns off your phone, and throws a green pair of pants at you.

                                            >This time, however, you're able to grab the pants and put them over your boxers.

                                            "Yeah... Yeah WallDyke, I'm fucking up."

                                            >You say with a slight grin as you throw your pants back at her surprised face with a little too much strength.

                                            >She goes tumbling down onto the floor in your room from shock.

                                            >You place your hand over your eyes as you walk towards the bathroom.

                                            >Because you couldn't give less of a fuck.

                                            >Or at least that was what you wanted to convey to her.

                                            >You can practically feel her fuming with rage right now.

                                            >And it filled you with a childish delight.

                                            >You were proud of your sister being so aggressive and forward.

                                            >You make it to the door just as Wallflower comes running towards you.

                                            >Closing and locking the door, you feel it vibrate as her fist makes contact.


                                            >"Anon, you fucking asshole! Wait till I get my fucking hands on you, you dirty fag!"

                                            >Deciding that you've had enough fun, you attempt to defuse the situation.

                                            "Well, it's whatever. What's up? I thought you were spending the night at Sunset's?"

                                            >You say as you begin to remove your boxers and stretch in the bathroom.

                                            >You weren't particularly physically active, but you did enjoy stretching.

                                            >Released a lot of tension after all.

                                            >You can hear her sigh with exasperation behind the door.

                                            >"I did, and I came home. It's like 2 in the afternoon, Anon."

                                            >She says curtly

                                            >You turn on the shower with hot water and begin to adjust the temperature before stepping in.

                                            "Hmmmm...."

                                            >You say with comically emphasis in order to be heard over the torrent of water.

                                            >Despite the fact you were still hungover.

                                            "Well, I see no problem with it. We don't have school until tomorrow."

                                            >The water coursing through your hair feels frankly magical.

                                            >"You're such a mess Anon; it's the last day before the start of our senior year."

                                            >Lathering the soap into your hair, you still for some reason attempt to maintain conversation.

                                            "How did it go? Anything interesting happen?"

                                            >There is a slight pause before she answers.

                                            >"I'll tell you when you get downstairs. I just ordered pizza, so it should be here when you're out of the shower."

                                            >Swearing that she is a godsend, you yell out your gratitude.

                                            "Thanks FlowaPowa!"

                                            >The lack of answer confirms that she's blushing with embarrassment.

                                            >But is probably not going to attack you when you come downstairs.

                                            >Finishing your shower doesn't take long.

                                            >As you exit the bathroom, the water clings to you making you shiver involuntarily as you exit.

                                            >The smell of soap and hot air is replaced with the cold air of your air-conditioned home and the aroma of hot pizza

                                            >You feel your head start to pound as your mouth starts to water.

                                            >Not even the pain you feel will void your love of pizza.


                                            >You dress quickly, putting on the green pants you had thrown at Wallflower, you begin to march downstairs.

                                            >Being careful as to not fall down the stairs like Wallflower nearly had.

                                            >The steps were somewhat steep and it didn't help that the steps were of a circular pathway.

                                            >This produced great difficulties in intoxicated stupor.

                                            >As ascent was neigh impossible, let alone descent.

                                            >Yet all worry and uncertainty are washed away with the simplistic desire for one's own bed.

                                            >Luckily for you, you weren't even that hungover.

                                            >The open area of your living room was enough for multiple people to comfortably walk through.

                                            >There existed a corner wall which was aligned with one couch and directly across from it sat a flat-screen television.

                                            >To its right, a small but lavish kitchen which was only ever used for your dishes.

                                            >Wallflower is tucked away in the corner of the couch with a blanket watching a random anime.

                                            >It wasn't really something that sparked particularly enjoyment, but it was tolerable.

                                            >You also didn't know if she was fully cool yet either

                                            >Taking a few slices of pizza and a plate from the kitchen counter, you take a seat on the other side of Wallflower.

                                            >Which puts a distance of about 2 meters between the 2 of you.

                                            >There isn't any speech for the first few minutes.

                                            >Both of you were content with simply focusing on your food.

                                            >Neither of you believed in the social aspect of eating food anyway.

                                            >However, your curiosity over your sister's social life was insatiable.

                                            >You hated the thought of her being lonely, so whenever she hung out with others, it was a moment of accomplishment in your eyes.

                                            "So, what happened? Anything that I should know about?"

                                            >"N-nothing really... We just watched movies and stuff..."

                                            >The shyness of that answer fills you with suspicion

                                            >You enjoy Sunset Shimmer's company, but you also shared in your sister's past skepticism of her reforming.

                                            >And if you were honest with yourself, you were still skeptical.


                                            >You let yourself recline into the couch.

                                            >And you close your eyes taking in a deep breath.

                                            "I see, glad that you're having fun then."

                                            >Despite your suspicions, you care more for your sister's privacy.

                                            >So you naturally try to shift the conversation to a lighter note.

                                            "Pinkie dared me into eating a ghost pepper last night."

                                            >She turns around to face you and raises an eyebrow.

                                            >"Is that supposed to impress me?"

                                            >You chuckle snort at that despite the headache.

                                            "You wouldn't be talking smack if you had it. It was hell going down and coming up."

                                            >She cringes with disgust at that comment.

                                            >"You're disgusting. We're eating here!"

                                            >Despite the obvious look of disgust, you catch the glint of enjoyment in her eyes

                                            >And a smug grin adorns your lips.

                                            "Shit don't bother me none. You're just too much of a pussy."

                                            >You say chuckling

                                            >The two of you seemed to be of two completely different worlds.

                                            >You were far more outgoing than your sister and your less formal speech was an indication of that.

                                            >She was a quiet introvert that spoke softly, but with great clarity.

                                            >Before you could drift further into comparison, your attention is brought back to your sister.

                                            >Her green wavy locks flow elegantly down her figure and rest at the small of her back.

                                            >She turned to face you and you gazed into her calming brown eyes.

                                            >Everything felt serene in this moment.

                                            >Her face was alight with mischief as she slowly began to approach you.

                                            >"Oh, I'm a pussy huh?"

                                            >She then reaches into her pocket;

                                            >Revealing the form of a cockroach.

                                            >Your heart rate instantly spikes and you quickly try to create distance.

                                            >However, Wallflower was prepared for this, and leaped at you before you could react.

                                            >For the second time since you woke up, you were yelled with fright.

                                            >All the while your sister had a sinister grin adorning her face.

                                            "Not fucking cool, Wallflower!"

                                            >You yell despite the pain you feel.

                                            >She giggles softly as she puts the roach back into her pocket.

                                            >Which gives it away as a fake.


                                            "Where the fuck did you even get that?"

                                            >This causes her to smile coyly at you.

                                            >"Oh nowhere, just out in the garden is all."

                                            >The anger and fear has mostly dissipated from you.

                                            >However, you still pretend to be angry.

                                            "I'm hungover, not stupid. Who gave you that fake roach?"

                                            >She giggles again before speaking.

                                            >"I'm pretty sure those are mutually exclusive terms."

                                            >That causes you to chuckle lightly.

                                            >You stand up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen counter.

                                            >Your gaze finds itself upon the slightly parted curtains of the massive window that was next to the front door.

                                            >Beams of afternoon sunlight came streaming in, illuminating the room slightly.

                                            >Grabbing a particularly cheesy slice of pizza, you turn back to your sister.

                                            "So, anything in particular you want to do today?"

                                            >Her face contorts into a shocked expression.

                                            >"I thought you'd be going to another party tonight."

                                            >She says somewhat dejectedly as she sits back down on the couch

                                            >You smile warmly at her.

                                            "Nah, that's what yesterday was for. Pinkie wanted to spend time with her family before she went back to school."

                                            >A small embarrassed blush comes across Wallflower's face as she smiles shyly looking away from you.

                                            >"Thank you, Anon. That means a lot to me."

                                            "It's no problem, FlowaPowa."

                                            >She giggles at the nickname you had given her.

                                            >It was something that developed when you were kids.

                                            >You got her pretending she was a superhero that could make the plants grow super large and attack bad guys.

                                            >And it had stuck with you ever since.

                                            >"I was thinking... Maybe we could go for a walk in the Backwoods?

                                            >You raise an eyebrow at this.

                                            "I thought you didn't like the thought of drugs?"

                                            >She shakes her head dismissively.

                                            >"I don't, but those woods are kinda fun to explore. I've been wanting to go back again."

                                            >Your curiosity only continues to grow.

                                            "How did you even find it?"

                                            >You say as you begin to shake off the remnant of your fatigue and start stretching


                                            >"I followed you and Flash a few weeks ago. I wanted to see where you were going, and I ended up spending hours in those woods."

                                            >This fills you with a mixed feelings.

                                            >On the one hand, you're happy that she seemingly hasn't decided to tell your parents.

                                            >But on the other, you're disappointed in yourself for not noticing that she was following you.

                                            "I see."

                                            >You say after a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say next.

                                            >Deciding that you wanted this to be a drama free day, you again move to a lighter note.

                                            "So what areas did you end up exploring? Did you find the lake near the hill?"

                                            >She looks intrigued at those words

                                            >"No, I didn't actually. Do you think that we can go there?"

                                            >You ponder it over for a moment.

                                            "Hmmm, it should be fine. I doubt anyone is out that far anyway, so we'll probably have it to ourselves."

                                            >Standing up with a stretch of her own, Wallflower starts walking towards the front door.

                                            >Not needing any further instruction, you join her in putting on your shoes.

                                            >The two of you walk of the house in silence;

                                            >And you take in your surroundings.

                                            >You lived in a very scenic suburb on the edge of town.

                                            >Not far from where you lived was vast open wilderness and plenty of places to explore.

                                            >It was something both you and Wallflower partook in while you were young.

                                            >Though she was never as enthusiastically involved with it in the degree you were, preferring the cultivated beauty of gardens.

                                            >The various trees that covered the neighbourhood created a shady canopy only intermittently interrupted by parted leaves allowing sunlight to flow through.

                                            >The air was hot and humid, a familiar feeling for this area.

                                            >Without your knowledge, your sister had walked towards the edge of the driveway

                                            >"You coming, Anon?"

                                            >Shaking your head to break out of the trance, you join her walking down the sidewalk

                                            >Most of your neighbours were still at work, so the street was mostly desolate of activity

                                            >Save for the occasional old person or teen in their yards.


                                            >You went through the walk making idle chatter.

                                            >Wallflower would sometimes point out a specific type of flower growing in the neighbour's yard.

                                            >Your sister was certainly a competent botanist; as she was able to name many species of plants from just passing by.

                                            >She was also able to describe unique features in their biology, mainly selectively bred traits in the case of grass and such.

                                            >When you came upon a house with a flowerbed, she'd stop and start pointing out every flower.

                                            >It was interesting, but the whole scope of it was beyond your understanding.

                                            >The hard sciences were not of particular interest to you.

                                            >You instead preferred to study the nature of the human condition.

                                            >Yet you followed along and responded when you could.

                                            >The two of you make it to the outskirts of Applejack's farm.

                                            >Further past it were the outskirts of The Backwoods.

                                            >Of course, it had an official name, but you were always of the opinion that things ought to be named for what they're for.

                                            >And those woods, in the end, were where everyone went to get high.

                                            >The sight of Applejack's farm suddenly begins the onset of a particular memory.

                                            >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aj3n-8OK-gA

                                            "Man in the gift shop called me a fag."

                                            >Before you even know it, you were singing along to the song.

                                            >Wallflower snorts suddenly, which startles you.

                                            >"What?"

                                            >Your head buzzes, but you can easily comprehend the look of amusement on your face.

                                            "It's from a song, lmao."

                                            >You say trying to nonchalantly diffuse the situation

                                            >She looks somewhat disappointed in you, before her smirk returns.

                                            >"Only fags pronounce acronyms."

                                            >You can't help but roll your eyes, no matter how badly she got your ass.

                                            >As you make it closer to the farm, you spot the aforementioned farm girl.

                                            >From the looks of it, she looked about as wrecked as you.

                                            >You just hope she wasn't dumb enough to try driving home like that.

                                            >"Hey Applejack!"

                                            >Her shouting causes you both to cringe with pain.