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It's too late to think of a witty title

By OrangeBooty
Created: 2022-02-09 00:33:18
Updated: 2022-02-11 10:08:14
Expiry: Never
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  1. >Be Anon, shitposter extraordinaire.
  2. >Be also freezing your ass off.
  3. >Seriously, it’s like -10° degrees out here.
  4. >You been walking for like two hours to get to school.
  5. >You could have taken the bus, but nooooo, you just had to eat the last goddamn pop-tart.
  6. >Celestia is going to have your ass for this.
  7. >You check your clock, its 9:08, two minutes before recess.
  8. >Maybe if you put your stuff on your desk and go outside you can pretend you been here all day.
  9. >You swing open the door to the hallway, completely ignoring your plan on stealthily getting to your class.
  10. >You take off your beanie, and look down to stick in your pocket.
  11. >Before you can think on what your excuse would be in case no one buys it, you see a little girl in a dark blue dress walking towards you, completely ignoring your presence.
  12. >However, you manage to skillfully avoid her using your cat like reflexes.
  13. >And by that, I mean you sidestep out of the way, trip with your own leg, and almost eat shit.
  14. >Almost because the wall caught your fall.
  15. >The girl jumps a little at the sound of your graceful landing and starts looking around.
  16. >”Oh no, I thought the hallway was empty, did I make anyone trip?”
  17. >You get back on your feet and dust yourself off.
  18. “Yeah, no, I’m fine; I just tripped with my own stupidity.”
  19. >The girl turns her head towards you, then… sort of looks at you.
  20. >She’s not really focusing on anything, but she’s looking at your direction.
  21. >”Are you sure you’re alright?”
  22. “I’m fine, really. If you’ll excuse me, I’m really bloody late, and I need to get going.”
  23. >You turn around and walk towards your classroom, and hear the girl keep walking towards the exit.
  24. >Before you can turn around, however, you hear someone falling down, and, sadly, an extremely familiar voice.
  25. >”Watch where the hell ya goin’!”
  26. >Oh boy.
  27. >You turn around to see your favorite classmate screaming at this girl for running into her.
  28. >You knew New Yorkers were dicks, but this is ridiculous.
  29. “Well, if it isn’t the school’s favorite honor roll student” You say while turning around.
  30. >Babs looks up to you and groans.
  31. >”Gawd dammit, not you again.”
  32. >Jesus Christ, her accent is fucking annoying.
  33. ”What, did Fluttershy dislocating your arm really fuck your ego so much you started picking on the twelve year olds?”
  34. >”Oh, ha ha, go fuck yerself.”
  35. >Always the eloquent one.
  36. “Come on, go pahk your cah in the yahd or some shit.”
  37. >”Don’t ya have some tea to shove off a harbor, or somethin’?”
  38. >Oh, she did not just go there.
  39. “Get out of here before I kick your ass so hard you’ll speak properly.”
  40. >Babs takes her jacket off and cracks her knuckles.
  41. >I guess we are going to do this.
  42. >Luckily for the structural integrity of your face, the ring bells and the halls start getting crowded with people.
  43. >Babs glares at you, and then picks up her jacket from the floor.
  44. >”We ain’t done yet.” She says as she turns around.
  45. “Twat.” You mutter to yourself as you do the same.
  46. >Before you can finish, you see the girl pawing the ground trying to find her stuff.
  47. >Which would make more sense if it weren’t for the fact that her stuff is lying to her right.
  48. >You walk up to her and poke her with your shoe.
  49. >She’s startled a little at this, but looks in your direction anyways, letting you see her eyes clearly.
  50. >They’re extremely milky, and she’s once again not looking at you even if you’re right on front of her.
  51. >Wait, is she blind?
  52. “Your stuff is in that side.” You say, pointing towards her books.
  53. >”Um…”
  54. “Your right.”
  55. >”Oh, thank you.” She says as she paws the floor again trying to find her stuff.
  56. “Can’t believe Babs’ picking on kids now.”
  57. >You move from her left side to where her stuff is.
  58. >”I should have heard her coming towards me; she’s not entirely at fault here.” She says looking back at where you were standing.
  59. >Shit, she actually is blind.
  60. “Knowing Babs, she probably got in your way on purpose.”
  61. >She turns her head towards you’re currently standing and looks up towards you.
  62. >”I’ll take it you two don’t get along?”
  63. “We…” You stop to think for a moment. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”
  64. >She seems to have picked up something from your pause and looks towards you quizzically, but then goes back to picking her stuff up.
  65. >She groans in frustration before reaching for the ground again.
  66. >”I can’t find my pen.”
  67. >You look around her and see a very used white Bic pen laying in the floor.
  68. >You grab it and poke her shoulder with it.
  69. “This one?” You say as she grabs the pen from your hands.
  70. >She studies the pen in her hands, pressing her fingers along the ridges of the body.
  71. >”Yeah, it’s this one.” She says as she pockets the pen. “Thanks, um..?”
  72. “Anon.” You say as you extend your arm. “Need any help getting up?”
  73. >She waves a bit in your direction before she finds your arm and grabs on to it.
  74. >“My name’s Snowdrop.” She says while dusting off the knees of her pants. “Um, thanks for getting Babs off me.”
  75. “Don’t mention it.”
  76. >She starts walking towards the door, before waving towards you.
  77. >You do the same, before realizing there’s really no point in it.
  78. “See ya!” You shout back at her to make her realize you saw her.
  79. >You check your clock again.
  80. >9:13, you still have enough time to--
  81. >”Anonymous.” You hear Principal Celestia say behind you.
  82. >God.
  83. >Dammit.
  84. >”So, care to tell me why you were why you were two hours late to class?”
  85. >Alright, you can do this, you had all morning to think about this you can come up with something convincing.
  86. “My toaster broke so I had to heat up Pop-Tarts in a stove, and I got so into it I didn’t realize what time it was.”
  87. >Genius.
  88. >Celestia sighs then pinches the bridge of her nose.
  89. >”Fair enough, I guess I can’t punish you for trying to have a full breakfast.” Says Celestia while getting up from the chair.
  90. >And once again, your ingenuity trumps all--
  91. >Wait a goddamned minute.
  92. >Celestia always spends the first recess blowing the school’s budget on that shitty coffee shop down the street.
  93. >How the hell did she knew where to look for you?
  94. “I’m guessing you finding me wasn’t just my crappy luck, was it?”
  95. >Celestia turns around to face you.
  96. >”Well, no, I was told by another student, but I won’t rev—“
  97. “It was Babs, wasn’t it?”
  98. >”No.”
  99. >”…Yes.”
  100. >Well, there’s a fucking surprise.
  101. >You stand up from your chair.
  102. “Well, I should get going, don’t want to lose more classes, now do I?”
  103. >”Oh, that’s rich.”
  104. >You turn around and open the door, but you’re stopped by Celestia.
  105. >”I trust there won’t be any more problems with Babs Seed today?”
  106. “I sure hope not.” You stop to mentally backtrack what she just said. “Did you say ‘More problems’?”
  107. >”See you later, Anon.”
  108. >Class was more or less uneventful.
  109. >Hell, you could even say it was boring.
  110. >You start walking down to the bus stop, seeing as you didn’t sign up for any extracurricular activities.
  111. >It’s not like there’s anything good anyhow.
  112. >You got the sports team with Dikebow Dash at the helm, who has to be the sorest winner in the history of sports.
  113. >The art/crafts team, which room constantly smells like dicks for some reason, you suspect it’s either all the circlejerking, or Rarity fucked half the school in there and impregnating the smell in everything.
  114. >The math school, which just no.
  115. >And the music club, which wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for Flash Sentry being in it.
  116. >You’ll rather bang Babs before being 10 feet away from the guy.
  117. >In retrospect, you’re not entirely sure WHY you hate the dude, but you do.
  118. >It’s probably the face.
  119. >As you turn around the corner of the street, you notice Snowdrop sitting in the bus stop, along with a couple other people from school.
  120. >You try to recall if you ever seen her taking the bus before, but with her being blind you don’t think that’s a possibility.
  121. >You walk towards the bus stop and walk up to Snowdrop.
  122. “Hey, Snowdrop!” You say before sitting down next to her.
  123. >She turns around to face your direction.
  124. >”Oh Anon, I didn’t expect to see you here!”
  125. “I was about to say the same thing, I’ve never seen you take the bus before.”
  126. >”Oh, I don’t use it much, I can miss stop very easily for… obvious reasons.” She says lifting her cane.
  127. ”Huh, red banded…” You mutter to yourself.
  128. >”I’m sorry, what was that?” Snowdrop asks, genuinely curious.
  129. “Oh, nothing, just… muttering to myself.”
  130. >You both sit around waiting for the bus, which, surprisingly enough, it’s late. Again.
  131. >Swear to God, the public service in this town is worse than in New York.
  132. >You sit around waiting for the bus to arrive, soaking in the awkward silence.
  133. “So…” You say attempting to start a conversation.
  134. >Snowdrop turns her head towards you.
  135. “Do you… do anything in your free time?”
  136. >Not even Greek philosophers asked questions as deep as yours.
  137. >”Um, I usually like to play in the snow, but I can only that on cold days, obviously…”
  138. >Okay, now you’re getting somewhere.
  139. “And what do you do in summer?”
  140. >You were going to say “hot days” but this place isn’t exactly a tropical paradise.
  141. >”Oh, well, I usually stay in and read, or sometimes I, um… draw.”
  142. “Draw?”
  143. >”I know it doesn’t make much sense considering… well, you know.”
  144. >At this point you’re starting to miss the awkward silence.
  145. >”But still, I like doodling from time to time, even if it’s mostly gibberish. Or so I’m told, anyway.”
  146. >Snowdrop looks downs at the floor sadly.
  147. >Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
  148. >You need to think of something fast.
  149. “Do you draw in oil colors or something like that?”
  150. >Snowdrop looks up to you with a surprised expression.
  151. >”Well, no, I mostly draw on my notebook.”
  152. >Oh, so that’s why she was carrying that thing around.
  153. “Mind if I look at them for a while?”
  154. >…
  155. >Wait, what?
  156. >Since when did you give a shit about this to begin with?
  157. >Snowdrop grabs her notebook and stares at it.
  158. >Or, rather, at its general direction.
  159. >”I… I don’t know, Anon, we—“
  160. “Look, its fine.” You interrupt. “Not like I give that much of a sh—“
  161. >You stop as Snowdrop hands you her notebook.
  162. >You grab the books from her hands and start flicking through the pages.
  163. >As expected, it’s mostly abstract stuff, but there are a few surprisingly accurate drawings in there too.
  164. >Shit, she’s damn good at this.
  165. >As you flip through the pages you also catch some drawings of snow crystals.
  166. >Some are slightly lopsided, but most follow the pattern almost perfectly.
  167. “Well, that’s appropriate…” You mutter to yourself.
  168. >”Oh, did you find the snow drawings?”
  169. “Huh? Oh, yeah, that.” You say handing her notebook back. “I’m not the most qualified guy to talk about quality, but these are pretty damned good.”
  170. >Snowdrop perks up at you hearing this.
  171. >”You really think so?”
  172. “Shit, yeah, you should probably try and get into the art team, or something.”
  173. >Snowdrop looks slightly flustered at the suggestion.
  174. >”Oh, no, I couldn’t, I don’t really do well in crowds.”
  175. >You can probably guess why.
  176. >”And besides, that room smells awful.”
  177. “Oh good, I’m not the only one that realizes that.”
  178. >”I know, it’s weird.” Says Snowdrop with a confused look on her face. “Maybe no one mentions it just to be polite, but that room could use a healthy dose of air freshener.”
  179. >You both laugh a little at Snowdrop saying this.
  180. >”And besides, I don’t think I’ll be able to improve much in that class.”
  181. “Why’s that?”
  182. >”Anon, I’m blind; they’ll praise whatever I’ll draw even if it were finger painting.”
  183. “Heh, yeah, they’ll probably do that.”
  184. >Before you or Snowdrop can continue talking shit about the art club, you see a bus turn around the corner.
  185. >You stand up to try and read the identification number.
  186. “Is that our bus?”
  187. >Snowdrop concentrates for a second before speaking up.
  188. >”Yeah, that’s the one.”
  189. >You turn your head around and look at her quizzically.
  190. “How do you know that?”
  191. >”One of the bus’s suspension is faulty, and squeaks a bit when it slows down.” She says while smiling at you. “You can’t hear it unless you’re paying attention for it, but it’s there.”
  192. >The bus starts slowing down at the bus stop, and you try to listen for what Snowdrop was saying.
  193. >Surprisingly, she’s right, the suspension does squeak under the weight.
  194. >It’s barely hearable, but still.
  195. >Snowdrop gets up from her seat and folds out her cane.
  196. >You hop onto the bus before her, trying to get away from the cold.
  197. >She, on the other hand, struggles a bit to find the steps.
  198. >”Come on, kid, I don’t have all day!” Screams the bus driver at her.
  199. >”I-I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t—“
  200. >You grab Snowdrop by the arm and guide her towards the first step.
  201. >She finally manages to get on the bus, and looks towards you.
  202. >”Thanks, Anon.”
  203. “Don’t mention it.”
  204. >”Alright Romeo, get your ass moving, I’m already behind schedule.”
  205. >Snowdrop blushes a little at the bus driver’s words, but still walks towards the end of the bus looking for an empty seat.
  206. >You glare back at the bus driver, who simply rolls his eyes and puts the bus in gear.
  207. >Snowdrop walks towards the back row of the bus, where the empty seats are.
  208. >Good thing this isn’t a short bus.
  209. >She sits down near the window and you next to her.
  210. >You lie back in the seat and close your eyes, sighing.
  211. >Snowdrop turns her head towards you.
  212. >”Long day?”
  213. >You open an eye to look at her, then sit upright.
  214. “Nah, barely anything happened today.” You say while massaging your neck “I didn’t sleep shit last night.”
  215. >”Oh, okay.” Snowdrop says as she turns her head forward again.
  216. >Well, at least the conversational capabilities of both of you are still intact.
  217. “You know, you should probably do join the art club.”
  218. >Snowdrop once again looks at you, but with a worried expression this time.
  219. >”But the thing is, like I said, I don’t think I could learn anything there. I mean, I don’t think I could use any techniques they teach me, considering… you know.”
  220. “Well, obviously not, but still, there’s a lot of things you can learn from them that’s not how to paint.”
  221. >”Really?” Snowdrop inquires, looking like she’s genuinely curious this time.
  222. “Yeah, there’s this dude called John… whatever, that’s blind that paints by texture, or something like that.”
  223. >”Huh. So they would praise me doing finger painting after all.”
  224. >You let out a small chuckle at her joke.
  225. “Hey, they may be a bunch of jackasses, but they’re a bunch of artistically inclined jackasses.”
  226. >You yawn and stretch your arms.
  227. >Shitposting is an arduous and thankless job, but someone has to do it.
  228. “Hey, could you wake me up when you get to your stop? I’m gonna take a nap, I’m tired as shit.”
  229. >”But… wouldn’t you rather have me wake you up at your stop, rather?”
  230. >You think about it for a second, and then decide you could use the exercise.
  231. >A steady diet of pop-tarts, tea, and cheesy rice isn’t exactly what you’ll call good for your health.
  232. “Nah, its fine, don’t worry about it.”
  233. >”If you say so…” Snowdrop trails off.
  234. >…
  235. >”Come on, don’t tell me yer gonna pussy out now!”
  236. “Does it look like I’m here to shuffle the Queen’s tits?” You tell Babs.
  237. >”’Here tah shuffle the Queen’s’— what the fuck?”
  238. >You cross your arms, cock your head and look at Babs mockingly.
  239. “It’s an expression, Miss claym chowdah.”
  240. >”Keep that shit up, and I’ll knee ya in the dick.”
  241. >”Not in that position, you won’t.”
  242. >You weren’t wrong, with her sitting in top of your crotch, it’ll certainly be interesting to see her to try and do that.
  243. >Babs reaches down behind her and grabs one of your balls.
  244. >”I guess I’ll have to do with punchin’ you in the balls, then.”
  245. “Yeah, and then we’ll be here for an hour until I can get hard again.”
  246. >Babs lets out a short chuckle.
  247. >”Like ya care, you been complaining all the time we were here.”
  248. “Well, maybe I don’t want to have my first time in my dad’s shitty shack.” You say, exaggeratedly extending your arms, pointing at all the rusty tools lying about.
  249. >”Well, this was yer idea.” Replies Babs. “But if ya want to go inside, where yer parents and your brother are…”
  250. “Okay, okay, bloody fuck, I get it.”
  251. >”Atta boy.”
  252. >Babs hoists herself up and grabs your penis, lining it up with her entrance.
  253. >You grab her by her hips to help her line up.
  254. >You notice her breathing became rather ragged.
  255. “Dust’s getting to you?”
  256. >”Wha..? Oh. Nah, it’s just that, ya know, I never did this either.”
  257. “Well, maybe if you lay off the apple fritters you wouldn’t have this problem.” You say, poking at her pudgy stomach.
  258. >Babs glares at you, and then punches you in the chest.
  259. >”For that, I ain’t stopping till yer dry.”
  260. “You’ll be tired halfway before that happens.” You say confidently.
  261. >There’s a lingering silence as your tip enters Babs’ vagina.
  262. >Both of you are breathing slightly heavily now, with Babs pausing every once in a while to swallow.
  263. >”Well…” Says Babs while looking up at you. “Here goes nothi—“
  264. >Babs lowers herself, her hymen proving little resistance under her weight.
  265. >She painfully squeezes your arm, as you do the same thing to her leg.
  266. “Fucking hell…” You manage to mutter, while doing your best not to cum inside Babs right then and there.
  267. >Babs on the other hand, is taking it a little better than you.
  268. >She stops squeezing your shoulder, and finishes hilting in you.
  269. >”Y-ya think I over did it a bit?” She asks between breaths.
  270. “’A little’ would be an understatement.” You reply.
  271. >Babs repositions herself, using your chest as support.
  272. >”W-well, may as well start moving.” She says unconvincingly.
  273. “Hey, if this is too much for you we can sto—“
  274. >”Gawddammit Anon, I dragged you all the way out here, I’m not going to blue ball the both of us.”
  275. “Aw, I knew you had a heart after all.”
  276. >”Keep talkin’ and I’ll have yers too.”
  277. >Babs slowly lifts herself, then slides herself just as slowly.
  278. >As she gets accustomed, she starts slamming herself down instead of slowly lowering.
  279. “C-Christ, Babs, go easy on me for once.”
  280. >”Nah, why should I start now?” Responds Babs as she leans back and uses your legs as support.
  281. >She brings her feet up to the edge of the chair and starts bouncing on you again, at a much higher pace now.
  282. >Every couple of strokes, she takes as much of your dick as she can and rocks back and forth.
  283. >Her moaning, coupled with the sound of her hips slapping against yours muffle all sounds from outside the shed.
  284. >The bird’s songs, the dogs playing, you little shit of a brother using the console with the TV’s volume at full blast.
  285. >Hell, even that thing that just brushed your legs.
  286. >You don’t care right now.
  287. >All you care about right now is hers, and--
  288. >”Anon.”
  289. >Huh?
  290. >”Anon, we’re here.”
  291. >You groggily open your eyes, to see Snowdrop shaking your shoulder.
  292. >”Anon, come on, we’re already—“
  293. “I’m awake, I’m awake, Christ.”
  294. >Snowdrop shyly removes her hand with a guilty look on her face.
  295. >”Oh dear, I didn’t wake you up from anything nice, did I?”
  296. “No, I… I don’t think I…”
  297. >What were you dreaming about?
  298. >You remember Babs, the shed of your old house, and…
  299. >That’s a weird thing to reminiscence abou—
  300. >Oh.
  301. >Oh dear.
  302. >It’s a good thing Snowdrop can’t see shit, because you have the boner to end all boners right now.
  303. >You get up from your chair, and try to play it cool.
  304. “Yeah, no, I’m great, don’t worry about it.”
  305. >”Are you sure, you sound kind of agitated.”
  306. “Yeah, I’m good, don—“
  307. >Wait, what?
  308. “…Is this the bus station?”
  309. >Snowdrop looks at you in confusion.
  310. >Um, yes. Why?”
  311. “I thought we were going to go to your house.”
  312. >”We are, I live two blocks from here.”
  313. >Okay, the universe is just fucking with you at this point.
  314. >”Why, is something wrong?”
  315. >Other than the fact that you still have the Everest on your pants, no, not really.
  316. “No, it’s just that I live three blocks from here and… never mind, I just thought it was weird.”
  317. >Snowdrop sits upright again.
  318. >”Oh, thank goodness, I was worried for a second that—“ Snowdrop stops talking and hurriedly opens her cane. “You know what, never mind, let’s just get going.”
  319. >”Please do.” Snarls the bus driver.
  320. “Oh good, you’re still here.”
  321. >”I drive the bus jackass, what did you expect.”
  322. >You turn to Snowdrop and shrug, even if she can’t see it.
  323. “Let’s just get the hell out of here; I’m sick of this guy already.”
  324. >”The feeling’s mutual.” Responds the bus driver.
  325. >You grab Snowdrop arm to help her out of the seat and walk behind her to the exit.
  326. >You jump down the stairs, with Snowdrop carefully stepping down each one.
  327. >As soon as she gets down, the bus driver slams down the door behind her and peels off.
  328. >Snowdrop turns towards you, frowning.
  329. >”Jeez, with that guy’s attitude you’ll think a bus run over his cat or something.”
  330. “Would explain why he looked like an ass all the time he was driving.”
  331. >”So that’s why it smelled horrible every time he talked.”
  332. >You snicker at Snowdrop joke, and she smiles in response.
  333. >”Um… that didn’t come out as too rude, did it?” She asks sheepishly.
  334. “Given that guy’s attitude, I’d say you were being too nice.”
  335. >You starting pointing at the bus station’s exit, before realizing there’s really no point in doing that.
  336. “Come on, let’s get out of here before he comes back and runs us over.”
  337. >You start walking towards your house, with Snowdrop trailing alongside you.
  338. >As you walk around the corner, a thought passes over you.
  339. “Hey, how come I never seen you in the bus before?”
  340. >Snowdrop turns her head towards you.
  341. >”Oh, that’s because my mom is the one that brings me to school and back.”
  342. “Yeah, but you said you had to take the bus a couple times, and I’ve never seen you in it.”
  343. >”Well, I… mostly stay near the back so I don’t bother anyone.”
  344. “Eh… I guess it makes sense, since otherwise they’ll have to go around you.”
  345. >Snowdrop drops her head, with a slightly saddened expression.
  346. >Maaaaaaybe that wasn’t the best choice of words.
  347. >Quick, think of another topic.
  348. “This is a pretty nice neighborhood, isn’t it?”
  349. >Genius strikes again.
  350. >”Yeah, it’s pretty nice.”
  351. >Huh.
  352. >That actually worked.
  353. >”The neighbors are pretty nice, and it’s pretty quiet most of the time.”
  354. “You know, I’m starting to doubt we live in the same place.” You say jokingly.
  355. >”Why’s that?”
  356. “Because my brother doesn’t understand the definition of ‘appropriate volume’.” You say, gesturing in an exaggerated manner. “Seriously, if the dead ever rise from their graves, you know who to blame.”
  357. >Snowdrop gives a short laugh.
  358. >”You know, a couple days I could have sworn I’ve heard a distant explosion or two.”
  359. >Yep, that’s your brother alright.
  360. “I’m surprised I’ve haven’t gone deaf, honestly.”
  361. >”Oh, please no, you know how awkward it’ll be to talk if that happened? I can’t see sign language, and you couldn’t hear anything.”
  362. “Worst case scenario, I can always learn braille.”
  363. >Snowdrop turns her head towards you.
  364. >”Y-you’ll really do that?”
  365. “Sure. I mean, how hard can it be?”
  366. >Snowdrop thinks for a second, before turning back to you.
  367. >“Have you ever crumbled a cookie in your hands?”
  368. >What.
  369. “Yeah… why?”
  370. >”Okay, now imagine that sensation on your fingers every time you try and read something, and you get braille.” She says in a gloomy manner.
  371. >Where did that come from?
  372. “You know, when you put it like that, it sounds pretty damn hard.”
  373. >”It’s an… acquired taste, so to speak.”
  374. >As you cross the street again, Snowdrop asks you to read the nearest house number.
  375. >You approach a fancy looking house, complete with porch and everything.
  376. “Let me see… it’s ‘32’.”
  377. >Oh, that’s my house.”
  378. “This is your house?” You say, admiring the size of it. “Jesus, this thing is huge.”
  379. >A two story building, and not like your house, this one was a proper second floor, not one added ten years after the original house was made.
  380. >A garage, porch with a swing, hell, the foundation probably costed more than your entire house.
  381. >”I’d have to take your word for it.” Snowdrop says sarcastically.
  382. >You turn around and look at her in confusion.
  383. “Why’s that?”
  384. >”I, um… I don’t really do much inside the house other than… sit in my room.”
  385. >Kid, you have no idea.
  386. “Why?”
  387. >”It’s just-- the house is too big for me, and I’ve… gotten lost in it.” Snowdrop says, slightly embarrassed.
  388. >In retrospect, living in a house this big must be a pain in the ass for her.
  389. “But, you can make your way through the house, right?”
  390. >”Well, yeah, but if I take a wrong turn I need to find the nearest piece of furniture and try and figure out where I am.”
  391. >To be fair, you’ll probably get even more lost than her in there.
  392. “I’d probably get lost in there too.”
  393. >”Huh?”
  394. “I mean, shit, I barely find my stuff every morning in my house, if I lived here it’ll take me three days to get ready every morning.” You say in an attempt to lighten the mood.
  395. >Snowdrop lets out a small chuckle.
  396. >Well, that’s something.
  397. “I should probably stop wasting your time; I have to go get dinner ready anyhow, so I’ll get going.”
  398. >”Anon, please, you’re not wasting my time.” Snowdrop says while walking to her house’s doorstep.
  399. “Ah, I bet you tell that to every guy.” You say as a joke.
  400. >Snowdrop stops climbing the stairs and turns her head towards you.
  401. “Hey, you okay?”
  402. >Snowdrop is silent for a moment, before she raises her head forward and keeps climbing the stairs.
  403. >”Y-yeah, I just… forgot how many scales they were here.”
  404. “Uh, right. Well, it was nice hanging with you, see ya later.”
  405. >Snowdrop turns towards you again and nods.
  406. >”Sure thing, see you tomorrow!”
  407. >You turn around and start heading towards your home.
  408. >Snowdrop pats the wall looking for the doorbell, but turn around before finding it.
  409. >”Hey, Anon!”
  410. >You turn around and go back to Snowdrop.
  411. “What’s up?”
  412. >Snowdrop fidgets a little, before reaching behind her and producing an old flip phone.
  413. >”Could you, um… give me your number, maybe?”
  414. >And here you thought something dramatic was going to happen.
  415. “Sure, you listening?”
  416. >Snowdrop flips her phone open and puts both her thumbs on the number pad.
  417. “It’s 3253-686237.
  418. >”…6237, done!” Snowdrop saves your number and looks at your general direction again. “So, um… see you tomorrow, then?”
  419. “That was the plan.” You say while ruffling her hair.
  420. >”Hey, stop that…” She says while trying to slap your hand away.
  421. >You chuckle a little at her expression.
  422. “Yeah, like you could stop me.”
  423. >”I could cry, that’ll get you in trouble.”
  424. >…
  425. >Shit, didn’t saw that one coming.
  426. “Bloody hell, Snow, that’s cold.”
  427. >Snowdrop let’s out a short laugh at your terrible pun.
  428. >”Don’t quit your day job, Anon.”
  429. “Never had one to begin with.” You say with fake pride.
  430. >You check your clock, it’s already 13:42, your brother should be coming home in twenty minutes.
  431. >And goddammit, he’s one insufferable son of a bitch when he’s hungry.
  432. >Well, more than usual.
  433. “Crap, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later!”
  434. >You turn around and start jogging to your house, with Snowdrop waving goodbye to you.
  435. >Thank fuck you live a block away.
  436. >Seriously, how did you never noticed that fuck huge house?
  437. >Alright, 13:54, you can put cook some pasta, your brother shouldn’t be here for--
  438. >”Khalil, have you men hold position! We're coming in for a landing.”
  439. >You gotta be shitting fucking me.
  440. >You climb up the stairs making as much noise as you can.
  441. >Not like he’s going to hear you anyway.
  442. >”Swear to fucking God, Black Ops better have an attraction mode, or I’m shoving the PS4 up his ass—“
  443. >You kick open the door to find…
  444. >Your brother playing with the TV volume maxed out.
  445. >Now there’s a fucking surprise.
  446. >Your brother stares dumbfounded at you and his now broken door.
  447. “Are you fucking shitting me right now?”
  448. >”Dude, why did you kick down my goddamned door?” Your brother says while taking out his headphones.
  449. “Why are you playing Call of Duty?”
  450. >”It’s an assignment for school. Why do you think?”
  451. >You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.
  452. “You skipped class to play a game you been playing 27 hours a day as it is. Makes sense.”
  453. >”Oh, like you’re one to talk, you don’t even have classes after school.”
  454. “Yours is even worse! I’m not the one skipping sodding class here.”
  455. >”Dude, I’ve gotten good grades the entire year, nothing’s gonna happen just because I didn’t go to practice once.”
  456. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” You say, sitting down on a nearby chair. “Since you’re here I can cook anything, what do you want?”
  457. >”Whatever’s fine.”
  458. “I’ll just make some rice, fuck it.”
  459. >”Ugh, again?”
  460. “Hey, if you don’t like it, cook your own fucking food.”
  461. >Your brother looks at you, then turns around and puts his headphones back on.
  462. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You start to leave, but remember the tinnitus the TV’s giving you. “Oh, and put that shit through the headphones, I could hear you all the way from Snowdrop’s house.”
  463. >Your brother turns around and moves the headphones from one of his ears.
  464. >”Snowdrop? Who’s that?”
  465. “A girl from school, white hair, carries around a notebook everywhere she goes. Oh, and she’s blind. Small detail, thought I should mention it anyways.”
  466. >”Well, aren’t you the Casanova, walking girls from school.” Your brother says mockingly.
  467. “Dude, she’s like 12.”
  468. >Yeah, like that’s gonna stop you, of all people.” He says putting his headphones back in place.
  469. >You turn around and start heading down the stairs, but go back up to throw the remote at his head.
  470. “And turn that shit down, for fuck’s sake!”
  471. >The next day, you’re woken up by your phone’s alarm clock.
  472. >You check the clock in your wall.
  473. >Wait, 6:07 AM?
  474. >Goddammit, if he messed with your alarm again—
  475. >You pick up your phone and see that it wasn’t the alarm that woke you up, but rather a text.
  476. >You don’t recognize the number, but you open it anyways.
  477. >Worst case scenario, telemarketers figured out how to use messaging.
  478. >You rub your eyes, trying to get them accustomed to the bright screen.
  479. >”Hey anon its snowdrop. I realized I didnt tell you my number. Sorry about that”
  480. >”Who the hell sends text messages at 6 in the bloody morning?” You mutter to yourself.
  481. >You think for a second then realize that she probably gets up pretty early to get her school stuff ready, considering the size of her house.
  482. >Hell, she may have been awake for a while as it is.
  483. >You sit up in bed and grab your shirt from your chair.
  484. >You’re awake, may as well start getting ready for school.
  485. >You pass your brother’s door and slam your fist into it.
  486. “Hey, wake the hell up, we have to go to school!”
  487. >You hear your brother groan in frustration, and almost fall of the bed.
  488. >You go down the stair and find a note from your parents.
  489. >”Hey kids, hope you have a great day at school, I left your lunches in the fridge and your father left some money for the bus on the dinner table, signed Mom.” You read out loud.
  490. >You turn on the stove and grab what’s left of yesterday’s rice.
  491. >You can’t let it go to waste, now can you?
  492. >Just as the water starts boiling, you see your brother go down the stairs.
  493. >”Hey dude.”
  494. “Hey.”
  495. >He slumps over the kitchen table, hitting his head against it.
  496. >A couple seconds pass and he groans in pain and clutches his forehead.
  497. “Dude, you look like shit, how much did you sleep?”
  498. >”Yes.”
  499. ”Jesus titties, mate, you gotta lay off that game.”
  500. >”If I told you the reason I didn’t slept wasn’t the game would you believe me?”
  501. “Probably not. Your lunch’s at the fridge and dad left some money on the table.”
  502. >Your brother gets up and opens the fridge door, taking a red plastic container out of it.
  503. >He open the drawer, then turns his head towards you.
  504. >”Did you eat the last fucking Pop-Tart again?”
  505. “No, PETA broke in and liberated them, saying we were inflicting on the liberty of the gummy bears killed to make the filling.”
  506. >”No need for the sarcasm.”
  507. “No need for the dumb questions.”
  508. >Your brother grabs his lunchbox at the money at the table, then looks at the clock.
  509. >”Is that clock behind?”
  510. “No.”
  511. >Your brother turns around, scowling at you.
  512. >”Then why the ass did you wake me up at six in the morning?”
  513. “I was up, figured I may as well start getting ready for school, and that includes waking you up.”
  514. >Your brother throws his arms into the air in frustration.
  515. >”Okay, then why were you awake at six in the morning?”
  516. “Snowdrop sent me a message and woke me up.”
  517. >Your brother’s expression changes from anger to smugness faster than you can say “Oh boy, here we go.”
  518. >He spins a chair around and sits on it.
  519. >You thought about kicking from below him, but that’ll probably make things worse.
  520. >”Well, looks like your winning personality finally won over someone.”
  521. >You look at him, unamused.
  522. >”Honestly, I don’t get what she SEES in you!”
  523. >You groan.
  524. “That was almost physically painful to hear.”
  525. >”Well, I guess you were a sight for sore eyes, she probably—“
  526. >You flip your spoon and hit your brother over the head with the handle.
  527. “Hey, only I get to laugh at the disabled.” You say flipping the spoon handle back to your hand. “Now sit the hell down and eat something, you’re always bitching about not being able to eat breakfast.”
  528. >You sit on the bus stop, with your brother next to you.
  529. >”Well, this is bullshit.”
  530. “Yeah, in retrospect we shouldn’t have gone out so early.”
  531. >You check your clock, your brother checking his phone.
  532. >”I have 7:07, you?”
  533. “7:10.”
  534. >”Please tell me the bus driver didn’t get piss drunk again…”
  535. >He reclines back in the seat, while you pull out your phone.
  536. >You open Snowdrop’s message to save her number.
  537. >You think about for a second, then decide to text her asking if she’s going to school already.
  538. >If she’s already on her way, then the bus should probably be stopping here soon.
  539. >As you start texting, a car turns around the corner.
  540. >You pay no attention to it, but your brother hits on the side to catch your attention.
  541. “What?”
  542. >”Is that the Snowdrop you were talking about?”
  543. >You look up from your phone, and manage to catch a glimpse of the people sitting in the car as it passes by.
  544. >Yep, that’s definitely Snowdrop, and who you’re guessing it’s her mom.
  545. “Yeah, that’s her.”
  546. >”Well, shit, if you’re not interested in her—“
  547. >You look at your brother with as much hate as you can manage.
  548. >If looks could kill, he’d have a mildly upset stomach at this point.
  549. >”…Right, got it.”
  550. “Glad we agree.”
  551. >A cold wind passes near the bus stop, making you shiver.
  552. “Okay, as soon as your bus passes, I’m hoping on it too, I’m not waiting another half an hour for mine.”
  553. >”Dude, you can’t do that, Celestia would have your ass.”
  554. “…You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”
  555. >”…”
  556. >”Point taken.”
  557. >Okay, that was clearly a mistake.
  558. >Your shoe is covered in what you hope is apple juice, your bag is sporting two new holes, and you currently have a pretty serious case of “I can’t hear shit.”
  559. >Never riding the bus full of kids again.
  560. >Still, besides almost having to jump off the bus window, it gave you some time to think about what your brother said.
  561. >While you must admit that Snowdrop is a pretty nice person to be around, you’re not entirely sure you actually like her, or vice versa.
  562. >You been hanging for like a day, at most. I mean, sure, you pretty much told each other life stories on that day, but still.
  563. >Also, she’s, like, twelve.
  564. >That’s kind of important.
  565. >Bah, it doesn’t matter right now.
  566. >You will deal with that when it happens, IF it happens at all.
  567. >Class was, once again, boring.
  568. >Hell, you didn’t even see Babs at all.
  569. >You’d figure she’ll be busting your balls for sticking up for Snow, but she didn’t even pop up.
  570. >Knowing her, that doesn’t mean she’s not going to appear at the end of school to kick your ass, however.
  571. >Yeah, like you’ll let her.
  572. >As you walk down the hall, someone grabs your shoulder to grab your attention.
  573. >You turn around to see…
  574. >Oh God.
  575. “Flash. What do you want?”
  576. >”Hey bro, there was a kid asking for you near the school exit.”
  577. “Yeah, than— Wait, how did this kid look like?”
  578. >”Um, white hair, carries around a notebook, unfocused s—“
  579. “Yeah, I got it. Thanks, Flash!” You say while turning around to look for Snowdrop.
  580. >”Um, yeah. Okay.”
  581. >You round the corner of the hallway, crossing a couple more people telling you a girl was looking for you.
  582. >You’re not exactly hard to describe, but considering Snowdrop doesn’t know how you look like, the only people who can direct her are the handful who actually know your name.
  583. >So, this is how The Nameless One feels.
  584. >You see Snowdrop trying to catch the attention of a couple of people.
  585. “If you keep that up and every single person in the school is gonna know me by the end of the week.” You say, loud enough for Snowdrop to hear.
  586. >She turns around and looks in the direction of your voice.
  587. >”Oh, Anon, I was looking for you.”
  588. “Yeah, I know. Hell, half the school does too.”
  589. >”Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you…”
  590. “Ah, don’t worry about it, it’s not like it’s a big deal.”
  591. >”Oh, that’s, um, that’s good, actually!” Snowdrop says, before swatting the air in front of her. “Um, Anon, could you, maybe, come closer?”
  592. >You do so, thinking she wants to tell you something personal.
  593. “Sure, what do you nee—“
  594. >Your train of thought is interrupted by Snowdrop suddenly hugging you.
  595. >Well, that was certainly unexpected.
  596. >Still, it’s not so bad, and she smells like… something flowery.
  597. >Hey, you’re not a botanist, it’s not like you know this shit.
  598. >…
  599. >Oh, right, she was going to tell you something.
  600. “Um, Snow..?”
  601. >She opens her eyes and suddenly jolts back.
  602. >”Heh, sorry, I got kinda… carried away there.”
  603. “Hey, forget about it.” You say, making your best Rocky Balboa imitation. “Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me?”
  604. >”Remember that yesterday you told me that I should join the art club?”
  605. “Yeah, what happened?”
  606. >”Well, I went and asked if there was anything they could teach me anything. Of course, they thought I was kidding at first, but then I showed them my doodling…”
  607. “And?”
  608. >Snowdrop takes a step up, as if to add some tension, then smiles and jumps at you to hug you again.
  609. >”They said yes!” She says while breaking the hug. “They said they could teach me how to do tactile painting, and help me get better with my drawings.”
  610. “I… shit, that’s great news, actually! When do you start?”
  611. >”They say I could start today, even though they still don’t have the equipment for tactile painting.”
  612. “That’s great, shame I don’t have anything to do while you’re in there.”
  613. >Snowdrop suddenly drops her smile.
  614. >”Oh.”
  615. >Oh bollocks.
  616. “Um, something wrong?”
  617. >Stupid question, but still.
  618. >”W-well, I kinda wanted to… um, gooutandcelebratewithyou..?”
  619. >You pause for a moment, before laughing.
  620. “Snow, when I meant “nothing”, I meant that, I can wait if you want to.”
  621. >”Oh, no, no, I wouldn’t want you to have to be out in the cold because of me, and I—“
  622. “Alright, how about this?” You say, interrupting her. “Want to go out and celebrate? My treat.”
  623. >Snowdrop’s whole face goes red at your suggestion.
  624. >”I… s-sure, I’d love to.”
  625. “It’s settled then, see you after school?”
  626. >”Y-yeah, see you.”
  627. >You say your goodbyes to Snowdrop, then start walking towards your classroom.
  628. >…
  629. >Wait, the fuck did you just do?
  630. >Okay, okay, so it’s not technically a date, you’re just going out with her.
  631. >Wait, no, that sounds even worse.
  632. >…
  633. >Goddammit, you’re gonna kick your brother’s ass when you get home.
  634. >Okay, no, calm down. If you start taking things so seriously it’s just going to go badly.
  635. >You’re just going out with a friend, that’s it.
  636. >Speaking of which, she should be coming out any time no—
  637. >”Well, look at what tha cold dragged out!”
  638. >Oh God no.
  639. “Being able to go a full day without seeing you face was too bloody much to ask, was it?”
  640. >”Hey, it isn’t like I wanted to be here.” Says Babs while leaning on the school’s statue. “But, mah cousin’s outta town, and I gotta pick up her little sis because I’m the only one capable of getting’ off their ass, it seems.”
  641. “Man, taking the size of your ass in consideration, I’m surprised you were their first choice.”
  642. >Babs flips you off, before re-accommodating her pants.
  643. >”And what tha hell are you doin’ here, don’t tell me you finally figure out to stop bein’ a lazy fuck.”
  644. “I’m waiting for a friend, a concept I’m not sure you’re entirely familiar with.”
  645. >”Makes sense, I wouldn’t expect you to wait for your little shit of a broth—“
  646. “Don’t finish that sentence if you know what’s good for you.”
  647. >Babs stops, before looking at you.
  648. >”What, is the savior of the freshmen goin’ to kick my ass? How’s that chick doin’, by the way?”
  649. “None of you goddamned business, that’s h—“
  650. >”Um, Anon?” You hear Snowdrop say.
  651. >Oh, fuck my ass.
  652. >Babs can’t help but do anything other than laugh.
  653. >”Well, looks like you finally managed to catch the eye of someone who actually likes you!”
  654. >”Hey, that’s not funny!” Protests Snowdrop.
  655. “…”
  656. >”Honestly, I thought you were always quite the eyesore, but I guess that’s not really a problem for her is it?”
  657. >Snowdrop drops her head, and you can see tears beginning to swell up.
  658. >”I’m sure you’ll be the light of her ey—“
  659. >You get up from your seat, and grab Snowdrop by her hand.
  660. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
  661. >She’s a little surprised, but still follows you anyhow.
  662. >”Aw, what, don’t tell me I‘ve clouded your parade...”
  663. >You clench your fist and start walking faster.
  664. >As you turn around the corner, you let go of Snowdrop hand and punch the nearest tree.
  665. >The second bad decision you made today.
  666. >For some reason, probably because the universe doesn’t completely hate you, you don’t break your hand.
  667. >You lean against the tree, completely forgetting about Snowdrop.
  668. >You bring your other hand to your face and groan, both in frustration and pain.
  669. >You fail to notice Snowdrop getting near to you, who grabs your free hand.
  670. >You look down to her, and see her with an extremely worried look on her face.
  671. >You shake your head, realizing how confused she must be.
  672. “…Sorry about that. I didn’t expect Babs to be this much of a bitch today.”
  673. >Snowdrop looks up to your face and smiles weakly.
  674. >”Don’t worry about it, I’m grateful you didn’t fight her.”
  675. “Shit, was it that obvious?”
  676. >”Anon, I’m blind, not stupid.” She says, looking at your hand. “But please, don’t do that again, I was worried you got hurt.”
  677. >”I mean, you let go of my hand, then I hear a “crack” and you groaning in pain…” She says, looking genuinely worried.
  678. “Hey, come on, I’m a little tougher than that.” You say, trying to light the mood.
  679. >”Yeah…” Snowdrop says, not entirely convinced.
  680. “Look, let’s not this ruin the rest of the evening, okay?” You say, putting your other hand on her shoulder. “I already looked for a café and everything. Let’s just… pretend this didn’t happen.”
  681. >This seems to have worked, as Snowdrop is smiling again.
  682. >”That seems like the best idea.” She says, extending her cane. “Where to?”
  683. >You open the door of Sugarcube Corner, soaking in the heat.
  684. >Snowdrop may like the cold, but you honestly wish you could hate it to death.
  685. >You hold the door open for Snowdrop, who folds her cane before entering.
  686. “I’m gonna order some tea, what do you want?”
  687. >”I’ll just have some ice cream.”
  688. >”Oh, oh, order the strawberry special, trust me on this one!” Screams Pinkie Pie from the back.
  689. “This place sells ice cream on winter?” You ask incredulously.
  690. >”Creamy, creamy goodness will not be stopped by the weather!” Screams Pinkie Pie while striking a pose.
  691. “Right.” You say, before looking around and seeing that all the inside tables are occupied. “Crap, looks like we’re gonna have to eat outside.”
  692. >”Oh, I don’t have a problem with that.” Says Snowdrop.
  693. “Yeah, I know.”
  694. >You walk over to the counter with Snowdrop in tow behind you.
  695. >”Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, may I take your order?” Says the woman behind the register.
  696. “I’ll just have some milk tea, Snowdrop?”
  697. >”I… guess I’ll try the Strawberry Special?”
  698. >You hear Pinkie hollering in victory, before Rainbow Dash hands her over a ten dollar note.
  699. >You turn back to the woman behind the counter.
  700. “Is that normal?”
  701. >”Yes.”
  702. >You pay for your order, then turn to Snowdrop.
  703. “I’m gonna look for a table, tell me when the stuff is ready, okay?”
  704. >Snowdrop nods, and you turn around and go outside.
  705. >To the freezing cold.
  706. >You clear the snow from the top of a table, followed by the chairs.
  707. >”Hey Anon?” You hear Snowdrop say, poking her head through the door.
  708. “Yeah, give me a second” You say as you tilt a chair to get the rest of the snow out.
  709. >You go inside Sugarcube Corner and grab the tray that has both your tea and Snowdrop’s ice cream.
  710. “Wow, they really went overboard with the foam in this thing.” You say while pushing the door with your shoulder.
  711. >”Oh, sorry, that was my fault, I told them to heat up the milk before pouring it in.”
  712. >You put down the tray on the table and shrug.
  713. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Besides, helps me not to freeze my ass off out here.”
  714. >Snowdrop sits down beside you and starts eating her ice cream, while you grab your tea and let the heat of the cup soak in your hands.
  715. >You take a big gulp, and then look up to Snowdrop, who’s enjoying her ice cream even in this cold.
  716. >”Hey, Anon?”
  717. “Yeah, what is it?”
  718. >Snowdrop fidgets with her spoon a little, before blushing.
  719. >”Thanks for, um… inviting me to this.” She says.
  720. “Ah, don’t mention it, it’s the least I could do to celebrate someone finally listening to me.” You say as a joke.
  721. >Snowdrop chuckles, before turning her head towards you.
  722. >”Oh, and I-I, um…” Snowdrop says while leaning towards you.
  723. “What?”
  724. >”You… have some foam on your lips.”
  725. >What.
  726. “How do you know that?” You say while reaching for your face.
  727. >”Mind if I get it for you?”
  728. >Snowdrop leans in and kisses you, making you jump in surprise.
  729. >Okay, either Babs actually beat the shit out of you and you’re dreaming, or this is actually happening.
  730. >To be completely honest, you’re not sure which one you’d prefer.
  731. >You and Snowdrop stay like this for a couple seconds more, before you put your hand on her shoulder.
  732. >Snowdrop jolts away from you, while blushing furiously and hiding her face behind her hands.
  733. >”Oh goodness, that wasn’t too forward, was it?! I—I asked my mom what to do if you liked someone and she just said to be bold, and, and…pleasedon’tbemadatme!”
  734. >At this point you’re mostly confused.
  735. >You shift your gaze from Snowdrop, to the inside of Sugarcube Corner, then back to Snowdrop.
  736. >”Anon, please say something!”
  737. “…How does your mom only have one kid, again?”
  738. >”What.”
  739. >You shake your head, trying to get your bearings.
  740. “Nothing, just… a non-sequitur.” You say, finally closing your mouth. “I… didn’t expect that to happen today.”
  741. >”Oh, Anon, I’m so sorry, I never shou—“
  742. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, just, you know, warn me first, or something.”
  743. >”Wait, so, you’re not mad at me..?”
  744. “No, only mostly confused.”
  745. >”Oh, that’s… that’s good, yes.”
  746. “Yeah.”
  747. >Snowdrop seats back down and you recline back in your seat.
  748. >You both sit in uncomfortable silence, trying to figure out what to do next.
  749. >”Hey Anon?” Snowdrop finally pipes up. “You’re truly not mad at me? I mean, we only know each other for a couple of days, and I—“
  750. ”Kid, listen.” You interrupt. “What’s done’s done, okay? What matters is what you do now.”
  751. >Snowdrop looks in your direction again.
  752. “Now, I gotta ask, are you sure you like me?”
  753. >”…Yes.”
  754. “And do you want to try to make this work?”
  755. >”Yes.” She says, more convinced this time.
  756. “Good, because I would have been disappointed if you said no.”
  757. >Snowdrop blushes deeply.
  758. >”W-what do you mean?”
  759. “I mean, shit, you make me wait an hour in freezing weather, make me not fight Babs, pull that surprise kiss crap, and then blue ball me?” You say, before taking a sip of your tea. “Hell, I may even have made you pay for that thing, who knows.”
  760. >Snowdrop looks at you in surprise, then drops her head and laughs, before looking at you again.
  761. >”Well, I was never one to do things the easy way, you know?”
  762. >You let out a small chuckle.
  763. “Yeah, I realized.” You say before looking inside Sugarcube Corner again. “You think anyone noticed?”
  764. >”Anon, you already paid, we could take the tray and they wouldn’t even notice.”
  765. >Snowdrop finished her ice cream and puts the bowl down.
  766. >After much consideration, you decided you will not take the tray after all.
  767. >You stand up and stretch your legs, then walk over to Snowdrop, who’s doing the same.
  768. >You offer your hand, but she clings into your arm instead.
  769. >”Thanks for not being mad at me, Anon.”
  770. “Snow, you didn’t do anything wrong. Impulsive, yes, but not wrong.”
  771. >Snowdrop hugs your arm tighter.
  772. >”I know, but I still feel kind of bad about it.”
  773. >You shrug, before coming up with something.
  774. “Alright, how about this, next time we go out, you’ll pay and we’ll call it even, deal?”
  775. >Snowdrop unglues her face from your arm and looks up to you.
  776. >”Well… okay, yeah, I can do that.” She says with a smile.
  777. “Alright, let’s get home; I’ll rather not have to be out in this weather more than what I have to."
  778. >The walk home was pretty uneventful, mostly consisting of you and Snowdrop talking about unimportant stuff and you complaining about the weather again.
  779. >You get to Snowdrop’s house, and help her up the porch’s stairs.
  780. “Don’t want you to forget the number of steps again, now do we?”
  781. >Snowdrop blushes in embarrassment.
  782. >”Yeah, that was a pretty dumb excuse.”
  783. >Snowdrop rings the doorbell then turns to you.
  784. >”Anon, I…” She says, while blushing. “T-thanks for sticking with me today.”
  785. “Ah, don’t mention it. Oh, and by the way…”
  786. >”Yes, what is it—“
  787. >Snowdrop is interrupted by you kissing her this time.
  788. “Now we’re even.”
  789. >Snowdrop blushes even more, before smiling and then hugging you.
  790. >The door to her house opens, with the same woman who was driving the car standing in the doorway.
  791. >”You must be Anon, right?” She says.
  792. >Snowdrop tenses, then breaks the hug.
  793. “Yeah, nice to meet you.” You say while offering your hand for a handshake.
  794. >”Likewise.” She says, accepting it. “Come now, Snowdrop, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
  795. >”Coming!” Snowdrop says while walking inside her house, but she stops and turns to where you’re standing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
  796. “As long as I don’t sleep in, yeah.” You say as a joke. “See ya, Snow.”
  797. >Her mother waves you goodbye, and you turn around to go back to your house.
  798. >As you turn the corner, you see your brother leaning against the wall with the smuggest expression he can manage.
  799. “If I hear one goddamned word from you, I will bitchslap you with a fucking piano.”
  800. >Surprisingly, you didn’t sleep in.
  801. >Even more surprisingly, your brother didn’t say anything about you and Snowdrop getting together.
  802. >Saves you the trouble of finding a piano.
  803. >…
  804. >Although knowing him, he’s probably going to tell everyone in school.
  805. >Wonder if Vinyl would give you a discount if you tell her what you’re going to use it for.
  806. >As you ponder if an electronic keyboard counts as one, you hear someone walking towards the bus station.
  807. >You turn around to see Snowdrop strolling down the street.
  808. “Hey, Snow!” You say, trying to get her attention.
  809. >Snowdrop stops on her tracks, then walks faster.
  810. >She sits down next to you, and then hugs you.
  811. >”Good morning, Anon.” She says without breaking the hug.
  812. >You wrap your arm around her, then pull her closer to you.
  813. >”Nice to see you too.”
  814. >You stay like this for almost a minute, before a thought occurs to you.
  815. “Wait, doesn’t your mom usually drive you to school?”
  816. >Snowdrop breaks the hug to look towards you.
  817. >”Yeah, but she had to leave for work early again.” Snowdrop says with a sad expression in her face.
  818. “That’s happening a lot lately?”
  819. >Snowdrop lies back on the bus stop’s seat.
  820. >”Yeah, her work’s been taking a lot out of her. Some days she’s barely in the house, and I have no one to talk to.”
  821. “Yeah, I know how you feel.”
  822. >”How so?” Inquires Snowdrop.
  823. “Well, both my parents work ten hour shifts.” You explain. “They leave at six in the morning, come back at four in the afternoon, and they usually go to bed around ten.”
  824. >”Oh, that’s quite the busy schedule.”
  825. “Yeah, no kidding. We can only do stuff on the weekends, but good luck getting my brother to get off his ass.”
  826. “I mean, shit, I’m no better, but at least I do other stuff. Like using the computer, very important.”
  827. >Snowdrop chuckles a little.
  828. >”Me and my mom usually just talk, or listen to some audiobooks.” Snowdrop turns her head towards the ground. “Whenever she’s not busy, that is.”
  829. “I imagine it gets pretty lonely in there.”
  830. >”Very.”
  831. >Well, that didn’t help.
  832. >Alright, think fast, chucklenuts.
  833. “Hey, you can always give me a call if you’re bored.”
  834. >Snowdrop looks towards you again.
  835. >”Uh… r-really?”
  836. “Yeah. I mean, shit, I’m not doing anything most of the time.”
  837. >”O-oh, okay, I’ll, um, remember that.”
  838. >Worked like a charm.
  839. >Before you can say anything else, you see the bus round approaching the stop.
  840. “Hey, Snow—“
  841. >”Yeah, I heard it.”
  842. >As you board the bus, you notice that it’s not the same bus driver from last time.
  843. >Thank fuck.
  844. >You turn around to look at Snowdrop, and see her climbing the last step.
  845. >You sit down in the first empty row you find, with Snowdrop walking past you.
  846. “Hey, I already sat here.”
  847. >Snowdrop stops walking, then turns at you.
  848. >”Oh sorry, just… force of habit, I suppose.”
  849. >Snowdrop sits next to you, then puts her cane in her bag.
  850. “Looks like Babs missed the bus.” You say while looking around. “Good.”
  851. >Snowdrop looks towards you for a moment, before grabbing your hand.
  852. >”Anon, can I ask you something? It may be a little personal.”
  853. “Uh… sure, I guess?”
  854. >”Did anything happen between you and Babs?”
  855. >Oh boy.
  856. “No.”
  857. >”Anon…”
  858. “I’m serious, she just kinda showed up one day and—“
  859. >”I’m blind, Anon, not stupid.” Snowdrop says, while frowning. “People don’t hate each other like that just because.”
  860. >You sigh, then lie back in your seat.
  861. “Babs and I knew each other for a long while. Hell, we even dated for a while.”
  862. >”Oh. Didn’t see that coming.” Snowdrop says.
  863. “Yeah, I know.”
  864. >”How did you two became friends anyways?” Inquires Snowdrop. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, that is.”
  865. “Nah, it’s alright. I never have anyone to talk to about this anyways.” You say, while shrugging. “Well, I didn’t have too many friends in middle school, surprising; I know. After all, who could resist my charms?” You say sarcastically. “Anyways, Babs being, well, Babs, mostly just punched the crap of everybody. I just was the one that stuck around after getting his ass kicked.”
  866. >”And what happened after that?”
  867. “I guess puberty happened, and we just went for the person who we liked the most. I guess being the only two kids with weird accents helped us to stick together, or maybe it was because we were the only ones that dealt with each others shit, I don’t know.”
  868. >Snowdrop grips your hand tighter.
  869. >”I can’t imagine what must have happened that drove you apart like that.”
  870. “Me neither.”
  871. >Snowdrop looks at your direction with a confused look on her face.
  872. >”What do you mean?”
  873. “I mean, I don’t know what happened either.” You say before sighing. “Her parents had to go back to Manhattan, and I lost track of her. Once they moved back I thought she’d be happy to see me, but she wouldn’t even give me the time of day.”
  874. >Snowdrop opens her mouth to say something, but then just looks at you sadly.
  875. >”I’m… sorry that happened, Anon.”
  876. “Nah, don’t worry about it.” You say while shuffling her hair. “Honestly, sometimes I think it was for the best, you put two people who don’t give a fuck together, something’s bound to go wrong sooner than later.”
  877. >Snowdrop lets go of your arm, then hugs you.
  878. >”I promise I won’t be going anywhere, Anon.”
  879. “…Thanks, Snow.”
  880. >You step out of the bus, followed by Snowdrop.
  881. >As you enter the school, you catch Snowdrop’s attention.
  882. “Hey, are you planning to do anything after school?”
  883. >”No, why?”
  884. “Well, I thought maybe we could go to the park, since weather’s been improving a little lately.”
  885. >Snowdrop seems a little disappointed at the last part, but still seems to like the idea.
  886. >”Sure, I’d love to.” She says, while smiling. “Same as yesterday?”
  887. “Yeah, I’ll be waiting outside school. Hopefully, I won’t break my hand this time…”
  888. >Both you and Snowdrop say your goodbyes, then walk to class.
  889. >Bet you won’t guess how class went.
  890. >If you say boring, then congratulations.
  891. >You were wrong.
  892. >Not only Babs was in school, but she was also pissed about you ignoring her yesterday.
  893. >Chairs were flung, a fire extinguisher got used, and a window was almost broken.
  894. >Fun times.
  895. >Still, you’re not going to let that ruin your evening.
  896. >You check your clock, it’s almost 14:00, Snowdrop should be coming out soon.
  897. >Right on cue; you see her walk out of the school, her cane in one hand and her notebook in the other.
  898. “Hey, Snowdrop! Over here!” You say to guide her towards you.
  899. >She raises her head towards you, then starts walking faster towards you, before stopping in front of you and looking up towards your face.
  900. >”Shall we get going?” She says with a smile.
  901. >You’re walking towards the park, with Snowdrop hooked on your arm.
  902. “So, how’s art class treating you?”
  903. >Snowdrop looks up towards you.
  904. >”Oh, it’s been great, they finally received the tactile painting stuff, and I’ve been doing a lot of sketches in my free time.” She excitedly says. “Here, let me show you!”
  905. >Snowdrop opens her notebook and start going through the pages, before stopping and turning the book towards you.
  906. >You sit down in a nearby bench and start going through Snowdrop drawings.
  907. >You notice her lines getting much smoother, along with her drawings getting more detailed.
  908. “Wow, you certainly got better at this.” You say while flipping through the pages.
  909. >”Thanks Anon, it means a lot.”
  910. >Snowdrop shuffles in her seat a little, before shaking your shoulder.
  911. >”Hey, Anon?”
  912. You close the notebook and look at her.
  913. >”I wanted to… say thanks for convincing me to join the art club.”
  914. “Ah, don’t mention it.”
  915. >”No, I’m serious. Thanks to you, I finally found something I truly think I can do all by myself.” She says while looking to you with a shaky smile, before hugging you. “For that, I’m truly thankful.”
  916. >She nuzzles her head against you, and you cup her cheek in your hand and raise her hand.
  917. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, Snow.”
  918. >The first thing that comes to your mind it’s “No tears, only dreams now.”
  919. >Luckily, you manage to avoid saying stupid shit long enough to not ruin the moment.
  920. >You were thinking about what to say, but that thought was interrupted by Snowdrop kissing you.
  921. >She seems to really like to do that.
  922. >Still, you’re not complaining.
  923. >You let go of Snowdrop cheek and start tracing her shoulder, all the way down to her hand.
  924. >You keep going down, until you’re touching her inner tight.
  925. >This makes her jump a little, and breaks the kiss.
  926. >”Anon…” She says, slightly flustered and blushing profusely.
  927. >You take your hand away from your leg, and clench it.
  928. “S-sorry, I got kinda carried away there.”
  929. >Snowdrop looks away from you, then looks up again, blushing even more furiously this time.
  930. >”Y-you know, I know of a place around here where no one ever goes to.”
  931. >wait what
  932. “Snow, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
  933. >Snowdrop takes a deep breath and opens her mouth to say something.
  934. >”W-what if I told you I do want to?” She says while looking at you with half-lidded eyes.
  935. >Okay, that’s cheating.
  936. “Oh, come on, how am I supposed to say no to that face?”
  937. >Snowdrop chuckles, before standing up and grabbing your hand.
  938. >”That was the idea, after all.”
  939. >You stand up and follow Snowdrop through the park, all the way to a storage shed.
  940. >”Here we are.” She says while letting go of your hand.
  941. “A shed?” You inquire.
  942. >Snowdrop turns to you.
  943. >”I used to go here all the time when I was younger to read when I got sick of being in my house.” She explains. “It’s pretty much my second home at this point.”
  944. >You walk towards the shed, examining the structure.
  945. >Concrete walls, a solid metal door, and some slit windows.
  946. >This thing may be even more sturdy that your house.
  947. >You inspect the door, and find it locked by a combination padlock.
  948. “Shit, it’s closed.”
  949. >Snowdrop walks towards the shed, then grabs the padlock from her hands.
  950. >She tries a couple combinations, and then it unlocks.
  951. >”They use three different passwords, if they even change it all.” She explains as she opens the door. “After you.”
  952. >You go inside the shed and realize that Snowdrop really meant what she said.
  953. >The shed has a small box full of books, and there’s a small concrete block covered by a blanket.
  954. >Snowdrop closes the door, then takes a deep breath before sitting in the block and unzipping her jacket.
  955. >”W-well?” She says, trying to play it cool.
  956. >You sit next to her, and pull her into a kiss.
  957. >You can feel her heart beating against her chest hard.
  958. “Hey, Snow…” You say, breaking the kiss. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
  959. >”Absolutely.” She says. “Y-You made me feel like I actually mattered to someone… I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.” She says while pulling you into a kiss again.
  960. >You unzip your own jacket and throw it away.
  961. >Snowdrop grabs you by the shoulder, and you use this opportunity to slip a hand under her shirt, making her gasp in surprise.
  962. >You start playing with her nipples, making her arc her back and moan.
  963. >Not to be undone, however, she uses her free hand to undo your belt and your zipper.
  964. >You’d be surprised with how fast she did it, if you weren’t preoccupied with her stroking your member equally as fast.
  965. >You break the kiss and groan a little.
  966. >”Bloody hell, Snow, slow down.” You protest.
  967. >”O-oh, sorry, I got carried away there.” She says, before smearing the precum in her fingertips. “Let me make it up to you…”
  968. >Snowdrop rolls down her panties, giving you a small peek at her ass.
  969. >"It's a good thing I wear a skirt, huh?" She says, while holding her underwear on her hand.
  970. >You'll say "It's always the quiet ones", but that's not really appropriate in her case.
  971. >She grabs her bag and sticks the panties in there, before sitting in front of you.
  972. >She puts her hand on your chest to use as support, and starts grinding on your dick.
  973. >You grab her by the hips to help guide her, and use your other hands to pull her into a kiss.
  974. >Snowdrop moans into you, as she keeps grinding, covering your member in her juices.
  975. >She breaks off the kiss, and raises her hips, lining her entrance with the head of your penis.
  976. >”Anon…I—I…” She says between pants.
  977. “I know, Snow.”
  978. >Snowdrop nods, then looks down.
  979. >”D--does that look slippery enough to you?”
  980. “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”
  981. >Snowdrop leans against you, bringing her chest parallel to yours.
  982. >She starts inserting the head of your dick slowly, before it suddenly goes halfway in.
  983. >Snowdrop whines, then grabs a hold of your shirt.
  984. >You take the arm that’s supporting you both and wrap it around her, trying to calm her down.
  985. >Snowdrop breaths deeply a couple times, then lets go of your shirt.
  986. >”T-that went in faster than I expected…”
  987. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
  988. >”Y-yeah, I’ll be fine.” She says while leaning back a little. “Here we go.” She mutters to herself, while raising her hips.
  989. >Snowdrop tries to hilt herself in you, but stops halfway in, not being used to the sensation.
  990. >She repositions herself, and then starts slowly lowering herself on your dick.
  991. >As you hilt inside her, you let out a small sigh, and Snowdrop moans.
  992. >She raises her hips again, then lowers herself, eliciting a small moan from her.
  993. >As she’s bouncing in top of you, you roll up her shirt, and begin playing with her breasts.
  994. >You massage her nipples in circles, making Snowdrop shiver in pleasure.
  995. >She brings her hands from your chest to your shoulder, then starts picking up the pace, slapping her hips against yours.
  996. >You can feel her heart beating faster, as she approaches orgasm.
  997. >Snowdrop arches forward, trying to get as much leverage as she can.
  998. >With one last thrust, Snowdrop takes as much of your dick as she can, as she clamps down on you.
  999. >As she orgasms, you start thrusting from beneath trying to reach your own, making her yelp in surprise.
  1000. >You finally reach your limit, and cum inside her, making her let out a long, low moan before she falls in top of you.
  1001. >You both stay like this for a couple seconds, before Snowdrop wraps her arms towards you.
  1002. >”T-thanks Anon.” She says while snuggling in top of you. “That was… wonderful.”
  1003. “You’re welcome, kid.” You say, before a thought passes over you. “Hey, I just realiz—“
  1004. >”Don’t worry about that.” Says Snowdrop. “It’s a safe day, so it’s alright.”
  1005. >Well, that’s a tremendous relief.
  1006. >You pull out of Snowdrop, then sit upright.
  1007. “Come on; let’s get you cleaned up before someone comes in here.”
  1008. >Snowdrop jolts from your chest, bushing deeply.
  1009. >”O-oh, right, I wouldn’t want someone to see us like this.” She says, while rolling down her shirt.
  1010. “Do you have any tissues or something around here?”
  1011. >”I think there’s some inside that closet over there.”
  1012. >Lo and behold, there’s an open packet of tissues in there.
  1013. >You toss it to Snowdrop, who begins cleaning herself up.
  1014. >”Anon, what I said back there, I… really mean that.”
  1015. “Hey, if you’re worrying about that...” You say while picking up your jacket from the floor. “… Don’t. I do too.”
  1016. >Snowdrop smiles and blushes, then looks away from you.
  1017. “Now, come on. Let’s get out of here before—“
  1018. >Just as you say that, the keeper of the park enters the shed, looking for God knows what.
  1019. >He just stares at the both of you in confusion.
  1020. >You lift your eyes from the book Snowdrop is holding and look up to him with the best annoyed expression you can manage.
  1021. “What?”
  1022. >You walk past the keeper, with Snowdrop trailing behind.
  1023. >You keep walking until you hear a door slam shut.
  1024. >You turn around to check if the keeper went inside the shed.
  1025. “Yeah, he’s inside, we’re good.”
  1026. >Snowdrop reaches for her bag and pulls her panties from it.
  1027. >”Do you think he noticed?”
  1028. “I’ll be more worried that he noticed that I was trying to read a book in braille. Or that you were holding it upside down.”
  1029. >”Hey, I grabbed the first thing I found, we’re lucky one of us wasn’t hit by the box.”
  1030. “That would have been awkward to explain.” You say. “We’re testing if the heat retention of books is appropriate enough to be used as insulation. The box in my assistant’s head is a previous, failed experiment, do ignore it.”
  1031. >Snowdrop chuckles drily, then looks at you.
  1032. >”Yeah, I’m sure that’ll convince him.” She says, before remembering she’s not wearing anything under her skirt. “O-oh, right. Anon, could you give me a hand here?” She says while raising her hand towards you.
  1033. “Sure.”
  1034. >You grab her hand to help her balance while she’s standing on one leg.
  1035. >Snowdrop pulls up her underwear, then straightens her skirt.
  1036. >”Thank you.”
  1037. “Don’t mention it.” You say while looking at your watch.
  1038. >15:24
  1039. >You should probably start heading back home now.
  1040. ”Hey, Snow, do you want to get going? It’s already past three ‘o clock.”
  1041. >”Oh, I didn’t realize it was that late. Yeah, we should probably get going.”
  1042. >You put your hands in your jacket’s pockets and nudge Snowdrop with your elbow.
  1043. >She clings to your arm, and you start walking home.
  1044. >”Well, if it isn’t Canterlot High’s favorite couple!”
  1045. >You sigh in frustration, and turn around.
  1046. “You just had to ruin my evening, did you?”
  1047. >”We still have some things to take care of, ya know.”
  1048. >Snowdrop clutches your arm harder, with an annoyed expression in her face.
  1049. >”Why do you keep doing this?” Snowdrop says angrily.
  1050. >Okay, that’s new.
  1051. >Babs looks at you in fake shock for a second, before laughing at Snowdrop.
  1052. >”Come on kid, you couldn’t scare Fluttershy.” She says while walking towards you. “As of why? I just feel like it, you got a problem with that?”
  1053. >”You expect me to believe you’ll just pick on people because you ‘feel like it’?” Says Snowdrop while letting go of your arm.
  1054. >”Hey, that’s tha truth, if you don’t like it, that’s your problem.” Says Babs, while stepping behind Snowdrop. “And besides, Green Goblin over theah— Well, what have we here?”
  1055. >Babs reaches into Snowdrop backpack and takes her notebook.
  1056. >”Hey, give that back!” Says Snowdrop while turning around and trying to catch Babs.
  1057. >Oh, fuck no.
  1058. >”I’ll be damned, little mole girl can actually do something else than sit on her ass all day.”
  1059. >”Hey!” Protests Snowdrop.
  1060. >”I certainly hope this isn’t important, it’ll be a sham—“
  1061. >You grab Babs by her ponytail and grab Snowdrop notebook.
  1062. “This shit is unacceptable, Babs.”
  1063. >Babs slaps your arm away and tries to grab the notebook back, but you manage to get your arm away in time.
  1064. >”Or what, you’re gonna hug me to death?”
  1065. “How does imprinting your face on every tree on the park sound to you?”
  1066. >”Try it, I’ll put ya on the fuckin’ ground.”
  1067. >You tuck Snowdrop’s notebook under your arm, and reel in for a haymaker.
  1068. >Before any on you can react, however, you hear someone protest.
  1069. >”Will you two stop fighting for one minute of your goddamn lives!?”
  1070. >You turn around to see Snowdrop completely red faced, with tears swelling up.
  1071. >You look at Babs, who’s pretty much as stumped as you right now.
  1072. >”You used to be friends, why are you treating each other like this?” Snowdrop says, calming down a little.
  1073. >”Like hell we—“ Protests Babs, before you cut her off.
  1074. “I told her, Babs, there’s no point in lying to her.”
  1075. >Babs crosses her arms and looks at you with a disgruntled expression.
  1076. “What? She asked.”
  1077. >Snowdrop walks between the two of you and looks at Babs.
  1078. >”Babs, I know we don’t get along, but for once, can we talk this over?”
  1079. >Babs looks at you, then back at Snowdrop, then sighs.
  1080. >”Sure, why not?” She says sarcastically.
  1081. >Snowdrop takes a deep breath.
  1082. >”Anon said you had to leave for Manhattan when you were younger, right?”
  1083. >”Yeah, and the ass never called me back after tha—“
  1084. “Wait, I did call you, what the bloody hell are you talking about?”
  1085. >”Like shit ya did, you didn’t even pick up when I called ya.”
  1086. >Snowdrop turns to you.
  1087. >”Anon, did she ever call you?” She asks.
  1088. “No, she didn’t.” You thought for a second, trying to remember if she actually did. “All I remember is some random number starting with 914—“ You stop, realizing your own stupidity. “You gotta be sodding kidding me, all of this because I didn’t realize you changed your number?”
  1089. >”Maybe if ya picked up from time to time, this wouldn’t have happened!” Babs says angrily.
  1090. >”Guys…” Snowdrop says, trying to call both of you down.
  1091. ”Goddammit, you could of told me you were changing phones, this could have been easily avoided!”
  1092. >”I did, but big fuckin’ surprise, ya didn’t even remember!” Babs responds.
  1093. >”Guys!” Snowdrop says, more firmly this time.
  1094. “Fucking ‘ell, all those years of fighting just because you don’t know how to work a land phone?”
  1095. >”You were the only person I could talk to, and ya ignored me!” Babs says.
  1096. >Snowdrop turns around to look at Babs.
  1097. >Babs realizes what she said, and looks at the ground.
  1098. “…Little bit of a Freudian slip there?”
  1099. >”Go fuck yerself.” Says Babs while turning around.
  1100. >Snowdrop grabs Babs by her shirt, making her turn around to look at her.
  1101. >”You can fix this now, don’t waste it.” She says sternly.
  1102. >Babs looks at her, then back at you.
  1103. >She opens her mouth to say something, but then just looks at you sadly.
  1104. >”Do you have anywhere to sit down?” She asks.
  1105. >”There’s a bench not too far away from here.” Says Snowdrop.
  1106. “I’ll guide you there.” You say, grabbing Snowdrop’s hand.
  1107. >You sit down with Babs on the bench, while Snowdrop stands near you.
  1108. >Babs sighs, then looks at you.
  1109. >”Look, I’ll get tah the point. When I went back to Manhattan, I couldn’t make any friends.” Babs explains. “Either they were pompous dicks, wanted to fight me, or both.”
  1110. “I still don’t see how that ties in with me.”
  1111. >”Because ya were the only one I could talk to about this shit! My parents don’t pay attention to anythin’, the school obviously said I was the one starting shit—“
  1112. “Gee, wonder why.”
  1113. >”Anon, please.” Says Snowdrop.
  1114. >“…And then I thought ya didn’t care either. I was pissed off, and when we came back here I decided I could get back at ya.”
  1115. “But why didn’t you try to call my house directly?”
  1116. >”By the time I woulda thought of that, I was already too pissed to do it.” Babs says, sighing. “Look, Anon, I know it may not mean much, but I’m sorry.”
  1117. “Eh, way I see it, we both fucked up on this one, so technically speaking, it’s not really anyone’s fault but the phone company’s.” You say as a joke.
  1118. >”Gawd, you’re still making those shitty jokes?”
  1119. “Hey, where would be now if it weren’t for my flawless sense of humor?”
  1120. >”Woulda probably saved us a couple trips to Celestia’s office if ya kept your mouth shut.”
  1121. “It’s good to have you back, Babsy. You’re still a pain in the ass, though.”
  1122. >”Anon, please, it’s me we’re talking about.” Babs says.
  1123. >Snowdrop walks towards the both of you, and then tries to hug the both of you.
  1124. >”Tries” being the keyword here.
  1125. >She’s happy with just wrapping her arms about your necks for the moment.
  1126. >You return the hug, with Babs simply patting her back.
  1127. >”Okay, enough lovey sappy bullshit for one day.” Says Babs while pushing Snowdrop of her.
  1128. >Snowdrop breaks the hug then looks at the both of you.
  1129. >”So, we’re all good now?”
  1130. >You turn your head to look at Babs, who does the same.
  1131. “No.”
  1132. >”No.”
  1133. >”Wait, what.”
  1134. “I mean, yeah, we made up, but stuff like this isn’t that easily fixed.”
  1135. >”We beat the shit, and I mean the SHIT, out of each othah for years. We’re gonna need couple counselin’ or some shit.”
  1136. >”Oh.” Says Snowdrop sadly.
  1137. >”Hey, cheer up, I’m sure he’ll eventually come aroun’ and apologize eventually.”
  1138. “Yeah, and you’ll start using complete words.”
  1139. >You look at Snowdrop, who’s still looking sadly towards the both of you.
  1140. >You get up and pull Snowdrop into a hug.
  1141. “Hey, come on, we would of gotten in a really serious fight if it weren’t for you, don’t feel bad.”
  1142. >”Yeah, he woulda been headfirst into a tree at this point.”
  1143. >”No, it’s not that.” Snowdrop says. “It’s just that I thought I could get you to be friends again, but I couldn’t…”
  1144. >”Dude, if ya seen the way we treated each othah you’ll be singin’ a different tune.”
  1145. >Snowdrop sniffles, then nuzzles her head against you.
  1146. >”Maybe, but I can’t help to feel sad anyhow.”
  1147. >”Well, I don’t know what else to tell ya.” Says Babs before shrugging. “I’ll offer ya a cigarrete, but I kinda lost my lighter.”
  1148. “And, you know, it’s kinda illegal.”
  1149. >”Wouldn’t be the first today, now would it?” Says Babs.
  1150. >Wait, how did she know?
  1151. >Snowdrop raises her head from your chest, and then looks in Babs direction.
  1152. >”How did you know about that?”
  1153. “A good question, actually.”
  1154. >Babs chuckles, then crosses her arms and legs.
  1155. >”Because ya just told me.”
  1156. >Oh, balls.
  1157. >Snowdrop looks at you, then at Babs, then starts crying.
  1158. >”Whoa, whoa, I was just messin’ with ya, no need to get that emotional, Gawd.”
  1159. >Snowdrop dries her face with her sleeve and looks at her.
  1160. >”Do you promise not to tell anyone?”
  1161. >”I wasn’t going to, Jaysus. I’m not much of an ass.”
  1162. “That’s highly debatable.”
  1163. >”Shuddup, Anon.” Says Babs.
  1164. “There you go again asking for impossible shit.”
  1165. >Babs looks at Snowdrop then points at you.
  1166. >“Do ya see the shit I had to put up with?”
  1167. >”It’s not that bad when you get to know him.” Says Snowdrop drily.
  1168. “Weren’t you supposed to be on my side?”
  1169. >”I’m acting as a moderator, Anon, I’m on the side of whoever fits me best. That’s how it works, right?”
  1170. >Babs laughs.
  1171. >”Ya certainly have your moments, huh?”
  1172. >Snowdrop blushes then turns her head away from Babs.
  1173. >”Oh, no, I just sometimes say things that I think they’re funny without thinking first.”
  1174. >”Shit, sounds like ya two’re made for each othah in that case.” Says Babs while looking at you.
  1175. >Snowdrop blushes a deep red, and Babs laughs.
  1176. >”Well, I’m pretty beat from the confessin’ and shit, so I’ll leave ya two lovebirds alone.” Says Babs, while getting up from the bench. “Take care of him for me, will ya?”
  1177. >”I--I’ll do my best.” Says Snowdrop, still slightly flustered.
  1178. “I’m standing right fucking here.” You tell Babs.
  1179. >”Yer point being?” She says with a smug smile. “I’ll see ya both later.”
  1180. “Yeah, sure.”
  1181. >”We’ll see you next week, then.” Says Snowdrop, who finally stopped blushing.
  1182. >Babs walks past the both of you, then stop and turns around.
  1183. >”Oh, and if he asks to be on top, just don’t.” Babs says before laughing again.
  1184. “Goddammit, Babs.” You say as she turns around and walks away from you.
  1185. >As she walks out of earshot, Snowdrop turns to you.
  1186. >”I feel I overdid it quite a bit back there.”
  1187. “Eh, the crying may have been a little overkill, but it worked, didn’t it?” You say while shrugging. “Now, I think we were on the middle of something?”
  1188. >You brush against Snowdrop with your hand, and she grabs hold of your arm.
  1189. >”Lead the way."
  1190. >As you walk towards Snowdrop house she tugs on your sleeve to catch your attention.
  1191. >”Anon, could I ask you a... kind of personal question?”
  1192. >Oh boy, here we go again.
  1193. “Sure.”
  1194. >”Do you— I mean, could you see yourself ever, um… getting back with Babs?”
  1195. >You stop walking, and Snowdrop looks towards you with a worried expression.
  1196. >”Um, f-forget I as—“
  1197. “What, don’t tell me you’re actually jealous…” You say jokingly.
  1198. >”I—No, I’m not jealous!” She says while blushing and trying to look angry at your suggestion. “It’s just… even after all those years, you two treated each other like friends as even if you were still angry.”
  1199. >You pat Snowdrop in the head reassuredly.
  1200. “Snow, Babs and I were friends for years, even if we didn’t talk to each other… among other things, we would treat each other like we used to when we made up.” You explain. “And besides, she snores like a vacuum cleaner, there’s no way in hell I’m putting up with that again.”
  1201. >”I… didn’t expect to hear that last part. Was she really that bad?”
  1202. “Goddamn, yes. Sometimes I went to sleep to the couch when I stayed over in her house, Jesus Christ.”
  1203. >”Well, that’s… yeah, I don’t know how to respond to that.“
  1204. “Snowdrop, look, if you’re worried about me leaving you for Babs, let me ask you this; do you really think I would do that?”
  1205. >Snowdrop thinks for a second, before looking away from you.
  1206. >”…No.” She says meekly.
  1207. “Then why are you worried about it?”
  1208. >”I… I guess I was jealous about how you treated each other.”
  1209. “Snow, just because I don’t treat you like Babs doesn’t mean I like you less than her. Would you like me to call you a pain in the ass every five minutes?”
  1210. >”No...”
  1211. “Then you have nothing to worry about.” While kneeling down to be at head level with her. “And besides, if I wanted to get back with Babs, why would I date you?”
  1212. >”I… I don’t know, Anon. I’m sorry I brought this up.”
  1213. “Hey, if it’s something that was bothering you, you shouldn’t ignore it.”
  1214. >”I… suppose so. Thanks, Anon.” She says, smiling weakly.
  1215. >Okay, this shit isn’t going to cut it.
  1216. “Hey, Snow.”
  1217. >”Yes, Ano--?”
  1218. >Snowdrop is interrupted by you kissing her.
  1219. >She jumps a little, but relaxes after a couple of seconds.
  1220. >You trace your hand through the small of her back, stopping at her midsection.
  1221. >Snowdrop raises her hands to your face, and cups your face.
  1222. >You both stay like this for a couple seconds, before you break the kiss.
  1223. “You know, we really have to start telling each other when we’re about to do that.”
  1224. >”Y-yeah, we probably should.”
  1225. >You stand up and brush Snowdrop’s shoulder with your hand.
  1226. “So, is that proof enough for you, or do you want me to do it again?”
  1227. >Snowdrop takes your hand and looks at you.
  1228. >”Well… maybe I need a little bit more convincing?”
  1229. >You chuckle and shake your head.
  1230. “At least wait until we’re at your house.”
  1231. >You turn around the corner and walk towards Snowdrop’s house.
  1232. >You guide her towards the stairs, and wait until she turns around.
  1233. >”I… had a lovely evening Anon, thanks for everything.”
  1234. “Hey, don’t mention it.” You say, waving your hand. “Now, are you still not convinced, or..?”
  1235. >Snowdrop looks towards the sky quizzically for a moment, before turning her head towards you again.
  1236. >”I don’t know… how about one more, just In case?”
  1237. >You walk towards Snowdrop and wrap your arms around her, kissing her again.
  1238. >She wraps, or rather tries, to do the same thing with your midsection.
  1239. >You break off the kiss and stay in the hug for a couple more seconds.
  1240. “And hey, nobody got surprised this time, that’s an improvement.”
  1241. >Snowdrop laughs, then looks at you.
  1242. >”Yeah, I guess it is.”
  1243. “Well, we can’t stay like this forever; I have to make sure my brother didn’t eat every single thing in the cabinets. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
  1244. >”Will do, Anon. See you.”
  1245. “See you too.”
  1246. >You let go of Snowdrop and turns around to walk towards your house.
  1247. >You open the door and realize something’s not quite right.
  1248. “Hey, dude, you here?” You shout.
  1249. >”Yeah, why?”
  1250. >Well, he’s still here, that’s good.
  1251. >Maybe.
  1252. “Where are the old folks?”
  1253. >”They’re out, had a… business meeting or something!” He explains.
  1254. “Well, when are they coming back?”
  1255. >”Monday!”
  1256. >Wait, they’re out for the weekend and they didn’t even tell you?
  1257. “What the fuck, why didn’t they said anything?”
  1258. >”They did, but you were out doing fuck knows what and they couldn’t tell you!”
  1259. >Well, that’s just swell.
  1260. >All weekend stuck in your house taking care of your brother.
  1261. >Well, it’s not so bad, you can still do stuff with him.
  1262. >Like sitting on your ass all day playing split-screen.
  1263. >Does he even have any co-op games?
  1264. >You sigh and recline yourself against the wall, before you realize something.
  1265. >Maybe you don’t have to spend the weekend alone.
  1266. >You dial Snowdrop’s number.
  1267. >A couple tones later, a female voice you can’t quite recognize picks up.
  1268. >”Yes, how can I help you?” You hear from the other side of the line.
  1269. “Uh, yeah, it’s Anon, can I speak wit—“
  1270. >”Oh, Anon, it’s Snowdrop’s mother talking, I assume you want to speak to her?”
  1271. “Yeah, if it’s not too much of a bother, that is.”
  1272. >”Not at all, give me a minute.”
  1273. >Smooth sailing so far.
  1274. >You hear a couple distant voices, one you can recognize as Snowdrop.
  1275. >”Hello?”
  1276. “Hey, Snow?”
  1277. >”Oh, Anon, I didn’t expect you to call!”
  1278. “Yeah, I know, neither did I.” You say. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”
  1279. >”Yes, what is it?”
  1280. “Well, my parents are out of town, and I’m stuck taking care of my brother. I was wondering if you wanted to spend the weekend here? It’s going to be pretty quiet around here anyways.”
  1281. >”Oh, I… I’d love to actually, but I got to ask my mom first, give me a second.”
  1282. “Sure, take your time.”
  1283. >You hear Snowdrop’s phone be put against the table.
  1284. >A couple of minutes later, you hear Snowdrop pick up the phone.
  1285. >”She said yes!” She says excitedly.
  1286. “Oh, that’s great! So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
  1287. >”Sure thing… Um, do I bring something over, or..?”
  1288. “Besides a toothbrush or a bedspread if you feel like it, nothing, really. Maybe something to eat, I dunno.”
  1289. >”Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow Anon!”
  1290. “Looking forward to it, see ya.”
  1291. >You hang up and throw your phone in the table.
  1292. >You turn around, and lo and behold, your brother is once again looking at you like a smug motherfucker.
  1293. >You open your bag and pull a melodica you grabbed from the music classroom.
  1294. “Just try me, you fucking donut.”
  1295. >You spend most of your afternoon sitting on your ass doing nothing.
  1296. >Hell of a chance of pace.
  1297. >You texted Snowdrop after you remembered that you forgot to tell her when to go to your house.
  1298. >You both agreed on her coming over at around five in the afternoon.
  1299. >You needed some time to get the place in a presentable state, and there’s no way in hell you’re getting up early on a weekend.
  1300. >After cleaning up the place (Read: stick everything where no one will find it) you tell your brother to clean up his room.
  1301. >”Awgh, do I have to?”
  1302. >As you’re about to tell him to stop being a lazy fuck, you realize something.
  1303. >No one but him is going to go to his room.
  1304. >Telling him to clean it up is kind of pointless, actually.
  1305. “You know what, never mind, do what you want.”
  1306. >You hear the noises coming from the TV stop, and your brother jolts out of his room, baseball bat in hand.
  1307. >”Who are you, and what did you do to Anon?”
  1308. “Yeah, real funny, dickwad.” You say. “No one’s going to go to your room, cleaning it is a waste of time.”
  1309. >Your brother throws the bat inside his room again, crashing into something.
  1310. >”By that logic you just wasted all afternoon then, we’re the only ones here.”
  1311. “Snowdrop’s going to stay over the weekend here, that’s why I’m cleaning up.”
  1312. >Your brother looks at you for a moment, then looks at you.
  1313. >”Well, seems like—“
  1314. “Okay, preemptive warning, you make one goddamn blind joke tonight, and I’m throwing you out of the goddamn window, okay?”
  1315. >Your brother closes his mouth and crossed his arms.
  1316. >”Yeah, I’m sure your girlfriend is going to be happy about you fighting me.”
  1317. >Shit, he’s got you there.
  1318. “Look, all I’m asking is for once in your life don’t be a twat, is that too much to ask?”
  1319. >Your brother looks at you quizzically, then shrugs.
  1320. >”Well, I suppose it shouldn’t be that hard.”
  1321. >Eh, it’s something.
  1322. “Thanks, I guess.”
  1323. >You turn around and start heading down the stairs, before your brother calls your attention.
  1324. >”Wait, you didn’t get pissed when I called her your girlfriend.”
  1325. >You turn your head towards him and pull your best Revengeance smile.
  1326. >”You motherfucker.” He says while going down the stairs. “You did not.”
  1327. “Hey, if anything, you helped.” You say while going down the stairs. “If you haven’t mentioned it the other day, I wouldn’t have invited her to Sugarcube and nothing would have happened.”
  1328. >”So that’s why you were late the last two days.” He says, before shaking his head and laughing. “I want to be mad at you, but come on, I can’t be angry at that.”
  1329. “Okay, yeah, that’s great and all, but don’t tell anyone.”
  1330. >”Why not? I mean, you’re both minors, it’s not like you’re doing anything illegal.” He asks. “And besides, isn’t the thing, like, half your age, plus four? You’re fine.”
  1331. “It’s half your age, plus seven.”
  1332. >”Oh. Then yeah, shit’s creepy then.” He says in a deadpan tone. “Hey, don’t worry about, I’m not ratting you out, and besides, you’re fucking awful at keeping secrets, everyone’s going to find out in like in a week.”
  1333. “Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence.”
  1334. >As you say that, you both hear the doorbell ring.
  1335. >”Oh boy, here we go.” Says your brother.
  1336. >You turn around and point at him, while making the sternest facial expression you can manage.
  1337. >Going by the look on his face, you probably made the constipatedest one instead.
  1338. >You walk to the door and open, and see Snowdrop carrying an old, white gym bag.
  1339. >”It’s nice to see you, Snow.”
  1340. >Snowdrop walks inside and hugs you.
  1341. >”It’s good to be here, Anon.”
  1342. >”Oh, don’t stop by my account.” Says your brother.
  1343. >It hasn’t even been five minutes, for shit’s sake.
  1344. >Snowdrop breaks the hug, blushing.
  1345. >She clears her throat and looks towards your brother.
  1346. >”You must be Anon’s brother, right?”
  1347. >”What, don’t tell me he actually talked about me.” He says, faking surprise.
  1348. “She never said I said good things about you, though.”
  1349. >”Anon, please, I’m sure your brother is a great person.” Snowdrop says.
  1350. >Your brother chuckles then then his head towards you.
  1351. >”See? Even she thinks so.”
  1352. “Yeah, yeah, don’t you have to be insulted by kids over the internet, or something?”
  1353. >”As a matter of fact…” Your brother says. “I do. If you’ll excuse me.” He says while heading up the stairs.
  1354. >As soon as he’s out of sight, Snowdrop turns to you.
  1355. >”He seems nice.”
  1356. “As long as you’re not better at a game than he is, yeah, I reckon he’s alright.”
  1357. “Well, enough of that.” You say. “Make yourself at home, Snow.”
  1358. >Snowdrop is silent for a moment, before piping up.
  1359. >”Um, I… kind of don’t know what your house is like.”
  1360. >Oh, right, blind.
  1361. >Somehow that completely slipped your mind.
  1362. >You think for a second, trying to come up with something.
  1363. >Other than her sticking to you all weekend, you can’t come up with anything.
  1364. >It’s not like you mind, but it may a problem for her in the long run.
  1365. >Unless…
  1366. “How about I guide you a quick rundown on the house?” You ask.
  1367. >Snowdrop looks at you for a second, then nods.
  1368. >”Yeah, that may actually work.” She says.
  1369. >You walk over to her and grab her hand.
  1370. “Okay, follow me.” You say guiding her through the living room. “This is the living room, there’s a sofa on your right, with a small coffee table next to it, be careful of that. To the left it’s the TV.”
  1371. >”Right…” Says Snowdrop.
  1372. >You walk into the next room.
  1373. “This is the kitchen, the dining table in the middle of the room, right in front of us. To the right is the hallway, the room on the left is the bathroom and the one on the right is my parents’ bedroom.”
  1374. >”Bathroom to the left, got it.”
  1375. >You turn around and lead Snowdrop up the stairs, taking care of not making her trip.
  1376. “Okay, to your right it’s the other bathroom, and to the left is my brother’s room. If you appreciate having a sense of smell, don’t go inside.”
  1377. >”Yeah, I noticed…” Says Snowdrop while scrunching her nose.
  1378. >You open the door to your bedroom and guide Snowdrop inside.
  1379. “And this is my room. That’s pretty much it.”
  1380. >”That’s it?” Asks Snowdrop with a slightly surprised tone in her voice.
  1381. “Eeyup. I know it isn’t much, but—“
  1382. >”That’s great!” Says Snowdrop.
  1383. “Um… glad you like it?”
  1384. >Snowdrop turns to you and blushes.
  1385. >”Oh, I meant that… I mean, it’s pretty easy to navigate, it’s great for me.”
  1386. “Well, if you want to move in, all you have to do is ask.”
  1387. >Snowdrop blushes harder, but turns her head towards you anyways.
  1388. >”W-well, maybe if you gave me an incentiv—“
  1389. >Your brother throws open the door.
  1390. >”Hey, Snowdrop left her bag in the living roooooo— I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
  1391. >You sigh in frustration.
  1392. “No, you’re not, now could you please fuck off?”
  1393. >”Well, shit, sorry…” Says your brother while closing the door.
  1394. >You turn your head to Snowdrop, who’s red as a tomato now.
  1395. “You want to go downstairs before he gets any ideas?”
  1396. >”Y-yeah, that may be for the best.” Says Snowdrop.
  1397. >You spend the rest of the evening trying to figure out how to read braille with Snowdrop, playing with your brother, or watching a movie.
  1398. >At dinner, you put all your effort and willpower into actually cooking something that wasn’t rice.
  1399. >Instead, you ordered a pizza.
  1400. >Hey, it counts.
  1401. >After eating, you and your brother are watching a movie, while Snowdrop is snuggled up to you.
  1402. >Before the movie can finish, however, your brother phone rings.
  1403. >He gets it out of his pocket, and reads a text.
  1404. >”Oh fuck, I completely forgot.”
  1405. “What, what happened?”
  1406. >”I was supposed to help Button grind and I completely forgot!”
  1407. >…Seriously.
  1408. >”Sorry guys, I gotta go!” He says while running up the stairs.
  1409. >You look at Snowdrop, who’s still looking towards the stairs.
  1410. “Well. That was something.”
  1411. >Snowdrop turns to look at you.
  1412. >”I’m sure that’s pretty important to him, even if it sounds ridiculous to us.”
  1413. “Yeah, maybe. Still, kinda melodramatic.”
  1414. >”Well, I won’t disagree on that.” Says Snowdrop.
  1415. >You both laugh, and then you check the clock.
  1416. >1:37.
  1417. >Not exactly late, but Snowdrop seems to be used to getting up pretty early, if her yawning is any indication.
  1418. “Hey, want to wrap this up?” You ask her.
  1419. >”Oh no, please, don’t worry about me…” She says before yawning. “…I’ll be fine.”
  1420. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.” You say. “Come on, let’s go.”
  1421. >You turn off the TV and guide Snowdrop to the stairs.
  1422. >”So, where am I sleeping?”
  1423. “With me.”
  1424. >”O-oh, well, that’s unexpected, b-but—“
  1425. “In separate beds.”
  1426. >You turn around to see Snowdrop looking at you with a half amused, half annoyed expression.
  1427. “Oh, come on, I’m just messing with you.” You say. “And besides, if you want to sleep with me, all you have to do is ask.”
  1428. >Snowdrop blushes again upon hearing this.
  1429. >”D-don’t get your hopes up.” She says, trying to play it cool.
  1430. >You finish making Snowdrop’s bed and guide her to it.
  1431. “Goodnight, Snow.” You say.
  1432. >”Night, Anon.” She replies.
  1433. >A couple of minutes later, you hear Snowdrop walk over to your bed.
  1434. >”Um, hey, do you… do you mind if—“
  1435. “Get in.” You say without even opening your eyes.
  1436. > Snowdrop gets in the bed and snuggles up to you.
  1437. >You wrap your arm around her.
  1438. >”Thanks Anon, I was cold.”
  1439. “I’m sure you were.”
  1440. >You trace your hand upwards, feeling the curves of her chest, the smoothness of her ski—wait, what?
  1441. “Snowdrop?” You ask.
  1442. >”…Yes, Anon?” She says meekly.
  1443. “Are you naked?”
  1444. >”N-not technically, no.”
  1445. >You throw the covers off you and turn on the bedside light.
  1446. >Well, she wasn’t lying.
  1447. >She isn’t naked.
  1448. >She’s wearing her panties and some knee-high socks.
  1449. >That’s as far as clothing goes, though.
  1450. “Snow…”
  1451. >”I-I’m sorry, I’ll just go b—“
  1452. >You grab her before she gets out of bed, making her look at you.
  1453. “Come on, we did it on a shed in the middle of the park, do you seriously think I’m going to be too embarrassed to do it here?”
  1454. >”But you just said—“
  1455. “I was asking, not complaining.“ You say. “Now, wait here a sec.”
  1456. >You get out of bed and look through the hallway.
  1457. >Your brother’s door is closed and you can hear him playing.
  1458. >That’s good.
  1459. “Wait here a second.” You tell Snowdrop.
  1460. >She nods and you go out into the hallway and into the bathroom.
  1461. >You open the cabinet and starting grabbing what you’ll need.
  1462. >Condoms? No, Snowdrop said she was on a safe week.
  1463. >Lube? Yeah, definitely going to need that.
  1464. >You go out the bathroom and into your bedroom.
  1465. >As you go in, you catch Snowdrop slowly grinding your pillow.
  1466. >”I need that thing to sleep on, you know.”
  1467. >Snowdrop jumps a little, then looks at you with a sheepish smile.
  1468. >”S-sorry, I got kinda excited and, well, you know.”
  1469. >You chuckle and close the door behind you.
  1470. “Like I said, I wasn’t complaining.”
  1471. >You sit next to Snowdrop, and take off your shirt and underwear.
  1472. >Snowdrop grabs your shoulder and turns you around, pulling you into a kiss.
  1473. >You lay her down on the bed, not breaking off the kiss.
  1474. >You slip your fingers under her underwear and start playing with her, making her break the kiss and moan.
  1475. “You know, there was something we never got to do…” You say while sliding down the bed.
  1476. >”W-what is it, Anon?”
  1477. >You pull Snowdrop panties off and lift her crotch to your face, making her yelp in surprise.
  1478. >”H-hey, remember what we said about warning each other?”
  1479. “Oh, sorry. Do you want me to keep going?”
  1480. >”I didn’t say stop…”
  1481. ”That’s all I needed to hear.”
  1482. >You lick the outer lips of Snowdrop’s vagina, making her let out a small moan.
  1483. >You trace the lips until you get to her clit, and give it a lick.
  1484. >With that done, you start tracing circles around it, stopping every few seconds to suck on it.
  1485. >Snowdrop seems content with this, as she’s moaning loudly, and her juices are covering most of your chin.
  1486. >”A-Anon, I’m g-going to… “
  1487. >You let go of her clit and place her down in the bed, making her look at you in confusion.
  1488. “Hey, I wouldn’t want to ruin the best part, now would I?”
  1489. >”W-well, when you put it like that…”
  1490. >You crawl back to where Snowdrop is and pull her into another kiss.
  1491. >You interlock the fingers of your hand with hers.
  1492. >With your free hand, you line up the head of your penis with her entrance.
  1493. >Snowdrop breaks the kiss and brings her free hand to your chest.
  1494. >”W-wait, Anon.”
  1495. “Uh, what?”
  1496. >”Did you remember to lube up first?”
  1497. >Oh, right.
  1498. >That could have gone south really quick.
  1499. >You get off the bed and grab the bottle of lube you left on your desk.
  1500. >You squirt some on your dick, then some on your hand, for Snowdrop.
  1501. >You turn around to see Snowdrop on her arms and knees, with her ass pointing at you.
  1502. >”W-well, Anon? Y-you’re not going to leave me waiting, are you?” She says.
  1503. >You crawl back into bed and insert your lubed up fingers into her, making her yelp a little.
  1504. “Come on, how could I possibly do such a thing?” You say, taking your fingers out.
  1505. >You grab her by the hips and line up again.
  1506. “You ready?” You ask.
  1507. >Snowdrop nods and then grabs the pillow.
  1508. >You manage to easily get the head in first, and then the rest of your penis slowly.
  1509. >Snowdrop lets out a long whine through the whole thing, until you hilt in her, making her sigh.
  1510. “There we go…” You say. “Can I move now?”
  1511. >Snowdrop hums in confirmation, and you take pull out half of it slowly, before going back in.
  1512. >After a couple thrusts, Snowdrop turns her head around.
  1513. >”A-Anon, come on.” She protests. “Y-you can go faster than that…”
  1514. >You let go of Snowdrop’s hips and grab her midsection, surprising her a little.
  1515. “If that’s how you want it…”
  1516. >You pull out until only your head remains inside her, than dive back in.
  1517. >Snowdrop arches her back and lets out a small scream, before putting her head against the pillow and moaning into it.
  1518. >You keep rhythmically slamming into her, making her moan every time you hilt in her.
  1519. >You let one of your hands go of her side, and grab one of her breasts, playing with her nipple.
  1520. >Snowdrop moans again, and grabs your hand.
  1521. >After playing with her breasts for a couple minutes, you let go of her nipple and start tracing your hand down her stomach.
  1522. >You keep heading down until you touch her clit, making her tense up.
  1523. >”I-I think t-that may be a-a bit too m-much…” Says Snowdrop between moans.
  1524. >You take your hand away from her clit, but not before giving it a flick, making her whine.
  1525. >You start picking up the pace, making her bounce against you, and making her moan louder.
  1526. >Snowdrop starts thrusting against you, making her hips slap against yours.
  1527. >She lets out a low moan, before she clamps down against you, making you cum too.
  1528. >Snowdrop arms give in, but you catch her and bring her down into the pillow.
  1529. >You pull out of her, and lay down facing her, wrapping your arms around her body.
  1530. >”Anon..?” You hear her say.
  1531. >You open one eye to look at Snowdrop.
  1532. “Hm?” You say groggily.
  1533. >”I… I love you.”
  1534. >”I love you too, Snow.” You respond, before kissing her.
  1535. >The next morning, you woke up to see Snowdrop snuggled up on your chest.
  1536. >After waking her up, changing the sheets, and showering, you both head downstairs.
  1537. >You check the clock in the wall, and see it says 12:46.
  1538. “Huh, quarter to one, we really slept in.”
  1539. >”Oh, wow, I never woke up this late before.” Says Snowdrop.
  1540. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”
  1541. >Snowdrop looks towards you and blushes.
  1542. >”You know, it’s still not lunch time, what do you say if—“
  1543. >”If I have to hear you two go at it again, I swear to God, I’m shooting someone!” You hear your brother scream from up the stairs.
  1544. “Yeah, thanks for ruining the mood, Red!”
  1545. >You look back at Snowdrop, who’s blushing furiously.
  1546. “Look, how about we get some food ready, then go outside?”
  1547. >”Y-yeah, that would be nice.”
  1548. >You start heading towards the kitchen, and Snowdrop sits in the couch.
  1549. >Before you enter, you turn around and address Snowdrop.
  1550. “By the way, the shed’s soundproof, just saying.”

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