[EQG] Homecoming Anon Saturday & Epilogue by FulLR3tarD

Original story by FulLR3tarD

 

Saturday

 

 

>be Anon

>slowly your eyes open

>instinctively reach your hand over to the alarm clock

>but you realize it's not going off

 

>oh right... it's Saturday

>the first thing you feel is your head hurting

>your stomach got a little queasy when you didn't eat before taking the medicine last night

>so you needed to make some breakfast before you took your pills

>because today was not the day to be in any shape other than 100% feel-good mode

 

>but before you do that, you lay exactly where you are, not moving

>almost every other day you had to whip yourself out of bed to not be late for something

>but today you didn't have to move a muscle until you damn well wanted to

>not even a headache will rush you out of bed

 

>the warmth and comfort of your bed was amazing when you had time to truly enjoy it

>so you didn't move a muscle

>except maybe some facial muscles to allow a grin

 

>the air felt lighter and easier to breathe in

>your room didn't smell like garbage or sweaty socks

>the sun outside wasn't too bright

>but it did allow warm colors to seep through the window

 

>tonight was the dance

>and you finally had some time to thoroughly ponder everything that happened during the week

>and what a crazy-ass week it was

 

>you realize that this wasn't the first time you thought that, but the weekdays were over with now

>and for the most part, you ended up on top

>unbeaten by the fates

 

>you felt like the captain of a ship that had gone through the swell of a storm at sea

>and the ship only lost a layer of paint

 

 

>you walked into school on Monday with a few friends and a backup spot on the football team

>and you came home last night with a starting position on the team, some new friends, a pretty girl interested in you

>would you go through the week again if you had the chance?

>probably not; what, with the stress of the drama bullshit around you

>the anger of being lied about in different ways

>and the physical pain of not only being clocked on the jaw, but almost having your head crushed...

 

>but were you glad it happened?

>were you glad it worked out like this?

>hell yes

 

>and speaking of pretty girls...

>you reach over to grab your phone

>for shits and giggles, you made an account on facebook like 4 years ago

>now you only check it about once a month or something

>maybe because people posted the dumbest shit on there

>maybe because social media in general really wasn't your thing

 

>but you decide to check it

>'31 new friends requests'

 

>kek

>you go down the line and basically add everyone

>there's girls and guys you do know, and some you don't

>some didn't even go to your school

>but you add them

>you never get on anyways, so it didn't matter either way

 

>but the last request is from Sunset Shimmer

>you look at her profile to see a picture of her with her friends

 

>and for the first time since Monday, it truly dawns on you how out of your league she is

>you're an alright looking guy, and in shape too; but Sunset is well beyond 'alright'

>pretty hair

>awesome body

>great tits

>fun to be around

>minimal bullshit

>just to name a few

 

>and she likes you

 

"Fuck, man..."

 

>and she's going to the dance with you

>as your date

 

 

>this elicits a soft chuckle out of you

 

>it was one thing to doubt yourself

>it was a completely different notion to be realistic

>and if you were honest, she could soon come to her senses to realize that she's dipping a bit on the food chain to date you

 

>not that there's anything horribly wrong with you

>but she could date anyone she wanted to without the aid of false rumors

 

>and eventually your popularity would dwindle down again

>you'd keep your new friends, but there wouldn't be any hype or school buzz about you

 

>that day would come soon enough, and you would welcome it

>but right now, Sunset liked you

>and after hanging out with her, you admitted that felt the same

 

>no matter what happened in the future, you still had an opportunity tonight to not royally fuck things up with Sunset

>maybe if you can just pull that off, she might want to go on a another date

>or maybe she would just want to be friends afterwards

 

>and even if she just wanted to be friends, you could be okay with that too

>even if you'd rather it stay romantic between you two

 

>if she invited you in after the dance, you wouldn't puss out on making a move

>if she declined your advances, you would take your losses and walk home knowing that you didn't bitch out on trying

 

>and if the night ended with you on the outside of her door,

>you'd say

"Good night; I've had a very lovely evening."

>walk away from the door, go home,

>jerk off

>and go to sleep

 

>this is your plan

>a simple one; to the point

>ready for success; ready for failure

>just your style

 

 

>you get out of bed and immediately go to the kitchen

>you get out some pancake mix and make yourself some pancakes

>one of the few things you actually could cook

 

>Mom always said that a good breakfast started a good day

>and while that wasn't necessarily true, it didn't hurt your chances either

>while making breakfast, you remembered something

"Aren't people supposed to go to dinner before the dance?"

 

>a momentary wave of panic goes over your body

>what if you are, and you can't get reservations in time?

>what if you screwed up before the 'date' even started?

 

>whip out your phone and text Flash

 

[Ay Flash, don't people go to dinner together before the dance?]

>[No, Anon, we all fly to the moon and back.]

[Fuck yourself. I haven't been to one of these before, remember?]

>[Hahaha, yeah bro. Try to get some nice reservations.]

 

>the pancakes made, you eat your breakfast at the table while you look up some decent restaurants in town

>you make a list of places to call in Canterlot, then begin calling for reservations

 

[Yeah, is this the Omni?]

>[Yes sir, how may I help you?]

[I'd like a reservation for 2, tonight at 7.]

>[I'm sorry sir, but we're all booked for tonight. It's Canterlot's homecoming night.]

 

>sigh

[Yes, I'm aware. Thank you.]

>hang up

>bite of pancake

 

 

>dial another number

 

>[Hello, thank you for calling Chateau Marmont. Would you like to make a reservation?]

[Yes I would. 2 for tonight at 7.]

>[Oh, I'm sorry sir, we're all booked for tonight.]

[Okay, thanks.]

 

>you called two other decent places and got the same answer for both

"Dammit..."

 

>you might as well cancel on Sunset if the only option is fast food

>no way you're getting laid from buying her a cheeseburger

 

>fuck

>today is already cockblocking you and you haven't even seen Sunset yet

>your mind pictures her disappointment and her shoulders drooping as you tell her that you forgot to find a place for dinner

 

>as nice as she is, she probably wouldn't even complain about it

>which would make you feel even worse

>you can't let that happen

>fuck, again

 

"Gotta think of something, Anon."

 

>you brainstorm as you shove some more pancake into your mouth

>there's got to be a way around this

 

>after a few too many uncomfortable minutes

>an idea hits your head

>your expression brightens

>you find the number and dial it in

 

>someone finally picks up

>[Hello?]

[Hey... hey Johnny, is that you?]

>[Who is this?]

[It's Anon!]

>[Anon?? Hey man, how ya doing!? How's Canterlot treating you?]

[Pretty good across the board, brother. Listen, I was wondering if you could pull some strings for me...]

 

 

>be Sunset

 

>you wake up in a weird position feeling groggy

>sheets all about your bed

>you are laying belly down and you can feel your phone underneath you

>must have fallen asleep while still using it

 

>you pull it out from underneath you to check the time

<SAT - 10:32 am>

 

>a smile creeps onto your face when you read Saturday from your phone

>today was the day that made that somewhat awkward moment during school yesterday all worth it

>as you remember it, you can still feel the nerves you felt yesterday when you told him about your feelings

>but you also feel the happiness from when he agreed to go out with you

>and as if it couldn't get better

>you remember the elation you felt when you two were crowned king and queen

 

>you imagined what the dance would be like tonight

>walking in together, dancing with him, talking... maybe even leaving together

 

>the thought made you giddy, but you needed to save your energy for the dance so that you weren't totally wiped out when the dance started

>but another thought entered your mind as well

 

>he would, of course, dance with other girls, and that alone didn't make you jealous

>but the thought of him going home with another girl quickly removed the smile you had

>and he could very well do that, too

>your ears worked fine when you heard girls talk about him during the week at school

>and though you didn't want to think about it,

 

>you might have some competition tonight

>and it wasn't something you wanted to compete for

 

 

>it's not like he was chained to you

>because you two weren't in a relationship

>he just agreed to try going out with you

 

>your mind pictured you two having a blast at the dance, calling it quits, and you two laughing together on the way home

 

>then your mind pictured you driving your car home after the dance, and no one in the passenger seat

>and as much as you didn't want to think about that

>you needed to prepare yourself in case that happened

 

>but you wouldn't let that thought ruin your day

>or night

 

>and you can't obsess over what might go wrong, either

>so far, he's put in effort to be with you,

>at first he dropped hanging out with Big Mac to hang out with you

>and then going one step further beyond his comfort zone to go to this dance with you

 

>you put this into perspective and start feeling better

 

>you hop in the shower and let the anxiety wash off of your body

>as you get out, you feel your stomach rumble

 

>get some breakfast and watch TV

>then your mind thinks of something as you're eating

 

>what are you doing for dinner tonight?

>Anon probably forgot, and even if he didn't it was probably too late to get reservations

>and what time should you be at his house to pick him up?

 

>after eating you call Anon

 

 

 

>be Anon

 

>15 minutes after your last call ended

>phone rings again

 

[Hello?]

>[Anon, it's Sunset.]

[What's up, Sunny?]

>[Listen, I just wanted you to know that you don't have to try to get reservations for dinner. We can just have something at my place.]

 

>you hold in a prideful laugh

[No need. I got us something.]

 

>she is silent for a second

>[Wha... really? How? Where did you get a reservation this late?]

 

>ever proud of yourself, you try not to be smug

 

[It's a surprise.]

 

>on Sunset's end, she has a coy smile

>[I like surprises, Anon.]

[I think you'll like this surprise.]

>[Okay, what time do you want me to be over?]

[No, I'll go to your place. I'll be there around 6. That okay with you?]

>[Yeah, that's perfect.]

[Sweet, I'll see you then.]

 

>you hang up

 

>if she had called 30 minutes earlier, you might have been super embarrassed, shamefully thinking of an excuse as to why she would have to cook dinner tonight

 

>but thankfully, you knocked that one out of the park just in time

 

>you reward yourself by moving your plate to the couch, putting your feet up on the coffee table and enjoying the rest of your pancakes with the company of some cartoons

 

>you might get a little nervous as the time got closer to leave, but for now,

>you were going to chill for a while, soaking up the sweet feeling of victory after you blew away the day's first obstacle

 

>you got out a few painkillers and took them down with some milk

>soon, your non-headache would make you ready for the day

 

 

>be Sunset

 

>as Anon hung up the phone, you put yours down

>the smile you had earlier reappeared

>he thought ahead and found somewhere to have dinner with you

 

>maybe you were a little paranoid when you got up this morning

>there is no reason to freak out

>you're going on a dinner date with him before the dance

>and then you would show up to the dance together

>and you would have the king/queen dance together, if not more dances afterwards

 

>no, tonight would be amazing

 

>he would be wearing a suit

>you realize you had never seen him in a suit, or even 'cleaned up'

 

>your mind imagined what that would look like

>as the picture was made in your mind, you cross your legs and feel some heat on your cheeks

 

>but the feelings quickly goes away when you realize you don't know what dress you're wearing tonight..

"Crap..."

 

>you finish your breakfast and immediately go to your closet

>as you look at the dresses you own, you start going through them one by one

>and for some reason, none so far are appealing

"No, no, definitely not, no way, no..."

>you see the last one and an evil grin shows itself

 

"... oh yesssss."

 

>and just like that, you weren't worried about anything at all

 

 

 

>the folly of cartoons end and pancakes in your belly

>you turn off the TV

>chill time was temporarily over

>you needed to get some chores done before the fun happened tonight

>dishes, laundry, get your (only) suit ready, work out, shower, etc

 

>you figure you'd start with the laundry, and do some push ups in between washing and drying

>two birds with one stone, or whatever

>after you get your clothes in the washer, you decide that you would do a few more reps than normal, but not max reps

 

>because fuck being sore showing up to your first dance

>a few droplets of sweat with a few breaks later, the washing cycle is done

>you put the clothes into the dryer, set to high

 

>you could stop working out completely and just watch more TV

>or you can work out a bit more

>you decide to do both

 

>...mostly TV, though

>you're mostly worried about being too tired to dance later in the night

 

>however, after thinking, it's not like you're going to be good at dancing or anything...

>you've never been to a dance in your life

>but still, you save your energy

 

>after an hour, the dryer finishes and you begin to fold the clothes while putting them up

>as this process finishes, you grant yourself some time before you wash the dishes

 

>as soon as you sit down, you hear a knock at your door

>who the hell is at your house right now?

 

>neither Mom nor Dad would be home this weekend

>unless something happened...?

>no, they would call if they were coming home early...

 

>the knocking was loud and irritating; seemingly relentless

>repeating before even five seconds go by

 

>you swear if it's the evangelists again...

 

>you open the door

"Look I told you guys..."

 

>you look to see who it is

 

>"..."

>but it isn't the preacher again...

 

"Rainbow??"

 

 

 

>instead of her being predatory after what happened during the week..

>she looks a little nervous,

 

>"Hey."

 

"..."

>"..."

"Um, what are you doing here?"

 

>"I, uh..."

>she's looking all around except towards your eyes

 

"..."

>"You can drive stick, right!?" she practically shouts, causing you to take a step back

 

>you take a second to think of why she would ask such an off the wall question

"Quit fucking shouting! Yes, I can. Why would you ask that?"

 

>"Sorry, I, uh, didn't meant to yell. Like, what did you drive?"

"My uncle owns an old manual and he taught me how to drive it when I was 13."

 

>Rainbow draws a circle on the ground with her shoe

>it looks like she's thinking of something...

>like she might be making a decision on the spot...

 

"Rainbow if you think that I want anothe.."

>before you finish, she cuts you off

 

>"Here."

 

>she hands you a set of keys

>you slowly take them into your own hand

 

>you look at this; still no idea of what's going on

 

"A set of keys?"

>"Yeah."

 

"..."

>"..."

 

"The hell is going on??"

 

>finally, she makes eye contact

 

>"Look, I messed up this week. I messed up real damn bad, okay? I know I've said sorry a ton, but I didn't know how badly I screwed up until I got home on Wednesday. I know this isn't good enough to say that we're even... but... it's a start."

 

>you look at the keys again

"Uh, okay... but what are these even for?"

 

>she smiles at you

>"I thought you could use some wheels for tonight."

 

 

 

"Thanks Dash, but you really don't have to do this. Sunset already has a car..."

 

>she waves a hand

>"I know. But after what happened and how you... handled it... I want you to have this for tonight. Don't crash it though, because I'd have to pay for the damages."

 

"Wait, really?? Are you sure you want to do this, then??"

>she smiles again

"Positive."

 

>you take a gander at the keys once more

>Rainbow really was sorry, wasn't she?

 

"Dash, I really don't know what to.."

>"There's another reason why I'm doing this, too."

 

>oh boy

>here we go

>here is the catch

>she wants something in return

 

>"I probably shouldn't say anything... but a blind man could see that Sunset likes you, and she's my friend. I was really... um, not loyal.. to some my friends this week. I can't do a lot about that to those friends except earn that trust back in time. But if you picking up Sunset in a cool car makes homecoming better for you and her, then..."

 

"..."

 

>"... then maybe I can do something right this week after all."

 

>you're totally surprised

>from your experience, Dash was about as dense as a brick

>and totally a cunt

>but apparently... she can actually be really nice and thoughtful

>you're in disbelief

 

"Dash... this is really nice of you."

>you chuckle

"Maybe you're not a cunt after all."

 

>she quietly laughs back

>"I'm working on it. One more thing; there are two CD's in the car. First one is for you; second is for when Sunset is in the car with you."

"Um, okay..."

 

"I need it back tomorrow, by the way. I'll see you tonight, Anon. Have fun!"

 

>she leaves your doorway and walks off

>you stand there in awe

 

>if this is how Dash really was, then she was definitely not a cunt

>maybe she could be your friend after all

>you stood motionless at behind the doorway for at least a minute; pondering and thinking about what had just occurred

 

>then you realize that you don't even know what type of car it is

>as you take a step outside, you look towards your driveway...

 

 

 

>as soon as your eyes made contact with the vehicle, your knees buckled

>you grab the porch railing stop yourself from falling

[pic]

 

"HOLY SHIT!"

 

>it was an old muscle car; a Camaro

>you weren't even a car guy, but looked so amazing

 

>you're not 100% positive, but you might have just came in your pants

>but it didn't matter

>for one night, you had the sickest ride

 

>you stand upright, letting go of the railing and try to walk over to the beast

>it takes longer than you wanted, due to your newborn giraffe legs

>you unlock the driver door and flop yourself in

>all black leather seats, black interior, after-market 5 speed manual transmission, and two CD's sitting on the passenger seat

>one said 'you' while the other said 'her'

 

>and on top of the dashboard, there is a pair of silver-lens reflective Aviators

 

>you close your eyes as you try not to ejaculate

>because this is miles cooler than any other car you've ever been in

>let alone any car you got to drive

 

>to soak in the feeling, you just sit in the seat for a while, doing nothing

>you needed to make sure you remember this

>because if amazing could be measured out of 1-10, today just got turned up to 11

>but soon you feel as though your body is ready

>you have to drive this thing

 

>put the shades on you

 

>your hand shakes as you put the key in the ignition

>as you turn the key, the monster roars alive

>the engine lets out an arrhythmic chug as it idles

>you involuntarily let out a contained moan of pleasure

 

>put it in reverse and let the car roll out of the driveway

>you get onto the quiet neighborhood rood

>shifting to 1st, you accidentally stall the car...

 

"Shit."

 

 

>you look behind you; no cars

>good

>start the car again

"I got this. I can do this."

>in neutral, you rev the engine to high RPM

>it feels like Thor himself granted power to this beast

 

>shift into 1st again, and start slowly rolling

>going slow, you practice shifting gears with this car, and it shifts so smoothly

>you remember listening to your uncle as he taught you how to drive manual, all those years ago

>when this was all over, you'd give him a call and thank him for that

 

>after a few spins around the neighborhood, you feel ready to hit some real road

>you look down at the CD's and put the one labelled 'you' into the player

>you're pretty sure this didn't originally come with a CD player, but whatever

 

https://youtu.be/nF0F7BBWokY [Embed]

 

>song plays

>turn up the volume loud, for effect

 

>you get to the stop sign at the end of your neighborhood and a big fucking smile appears on your face

>all this time of not having a car

>all the miles you walked

>if that was the price for this car to be used for one day,

 

>totally worth it

 

>also

>how did Rainbow know the perfect fucking song for this??

 

>it's time to really drive this thing

>as you get onto the road, you spin the tires a little to get going

>you get to the speed limit, and continue to speed up

>nothing too fast, but enough to show off

 

>the sun is shining, breezes of wind fly by your face as you roll down the windows

>the cool autumn air acts as your air conditioning

>people walking about on the sidewalks occasionally smile, some of they guys shout compliments about your ride

 

>couple of girls from school see you in the ride, grinning from ear to ear

>you see Derpy as she waves "Hi Anon!"

>you wave back

 

>you see Rainbow jogging on the sidewalk up ahead past the next stop sign,

>as your turn to go comes around, you spin the tires again and fly by her

>sticking your head out of the window you scream

"DANAGER ZOOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!"

 

>you don't see it, but she smiles, happy that you're having fun

 

 

>it's a beautiful day, and you feel like driving by the beach

>but first...

 

>you make a right at the next red light, heading towards the road you really want to use

>the infamous Canterlot Express

>you use the ramp to get onto the expressway, and finally see the sign you've wanted to see since you saw this car

[pic]

https://youtu.be/q657rEkgfKs [Embed]

 

>as the next song plays, something happens

>you can feel a connection with the song, yourself, and the car

>you're in control

>and it's time to test this sweet car out

 

>as soon as you see the sign, you shift down to accelerate

>you look at the speedometer

"Let's see what you can do, motherfucker."

 

>half of your dreams as a kid were about to be fulfilled in the next few minutes

>get into the fast lane and floor the pedal

>as you pass 60 mph, the car hits a sweet spot and you shift to 4th gear

>you're passing cars left and right, most not on the road for the same purpose you are

>you hit 80 mph and the handling becomes a little more touchy

>you've never gone this fast in your life

>you ease your foot off of the acceleration, fearful of going too much faster before you get used to this speed

>about this time, you see a Corvette behind you

>he pulls into the lane beside you

 

>it's an older guy, probably around 35 or so

>he gives you a thumbs up out of his window and then a head nod

>you know what he wants; he wants to race

>you shakily swivel your head to say no

 

>he gives you a weird look

>then flips you off; proceeding to speed away

 

>in about .5 seconds, you think to yourself

>you could die if you chase him

>you had driven manual before and gone fast as well in another car

>but racing a sports car was insane, right?

 

 

>time slows for you

 

>your mind only goes through your chances of dying

>at the speeds your going, it wouldn't be pretty

>and since you don't drive everyday, the chances are high

>but you feel something happening to you

>as the last song starts to end,

>you feel the car, asking; begging you to go faster

>to push it on what might be it's top speed

>you think of when you were little watching those car races

>wishing you were one of those drivers

>feeling the road beneath you as your car flew past the other racers

 

>and now you had your chance to make that real

>and what bigger adrenaline rush is there than an illegal road race?

 

>your mind interrupts

>asking you very relevant questions

 

>like, what if you died before seeing Sunset tonight?

>what if your concussion caused you to black out in the middle of this race?

>even if you didn't die...

 

>what if you crashed the car and had to pay back Rainbow for years on end?

>what if you got seriously injured and couldn't play football, or even worse, couldn't walk again?

>your mind plays a scenario where the girls who thought you were hot suddenly weren't interested in you anymore because you're in a wheelchair

 

>but then...

>a different sector of your mind answers back with 'then fuck them'

>you start to feel different

>as if every part of your mind that is concerned with safety suddenly is quiet

>it begs the question to you

 

>how badly do you want this?

 

>you feel the car at a lower RPM, the sound alone almost begging you to go faster

>as if it needs it

>it needs you to do this

 

 

>your body quits reacting to your mind for a second

>and suddenly you feel as though if it really came down to you dying from racing this asshole

>you would at least die with your balls

>and if you had to go, dying in flames with huge fucking balls was the way to go

 

https://youtu.be/Q78Darbt3Yo [Embed]

 

 

>the next song starts, and as if something else other than your logical mind controls you

>you hear the the line

 

Son, your ego is writing checks your body can't cash

 

>and that's all you need to hear

>you scream out

 

"NAH, FUCK THIS GUY"

 

>you feel so out of character

>and it feels so good

 

>the music once again fuels your testosterone

>you slam on the acceleration

>the engine roars like a monster in a cave, thankful that you let it loose

 

>the force alone puts your head back on the seat

>there's one car ahead of you in your lane

>you switch lanes to pass him

 

>still in 4th, you gain speed and look for the 'vette

>turns out he didn't go far

>you bob and weave through traffic, not slowing down, but rather continually speeding up

 

>as you near the car, you look over, momentarily pulling up your shades off of your nose

>as he sees you, you blow a kiss towards him, and flip him off afterwards

>pull your shades back onto your nose

>then once again slam on the gas

 

>you're in the zone and one with the speed machine

>as you don't let off of the pedal, your speed gets close to hitting past 85

>it doesn't hit you how huge these gears are until you realize you're still in 4th

>you look in the rear-view and see the Corvette close behind you

>it seems to have no problem keeping up

>you shift into 5th

>the G-force for the high speed keeps your back firmly onto the seat

>and the car starts to feel lighter on the ground

 

 

>as you see the 'vette driver looking pissed off, something else happens

 

>you feel something taking over your mind

>pure instincts tell you to fuck off with your 'chances' bullshit

>your eyes focus on the road

>your heart rate jumps

>you feel droplets of sweat comes down your head

>as well as your hands and feet got sweaty

 

(mom's spaghetti)

 

>you look up to see a sign

>'Beachfront BLVD - 10 miles'

>you got 10 miles before you have to exit the express

 

>your opponent pulls up behind you, obviously possesing the power to keep up

>your option is to go faster

>up ahead there's some cars in all lanes

 

>you pull into another lane where one car is going faster than the rest

>the other guy sees what you're doing and gets behing you

>the other cars aren't going nearly as fast as you are, so you slow down and shift back to 4th

>as the Vette is trapped from going any faster, you let off of the gas and pump the brakes, making him slow down a bit

 

>as you have enough clearance to pass the cars, you do so

>the beast roars as you gas it up again, putting vibrations into your seat

>the chase continues and you feel as if your heart is sweating

 

>this is easily the craziest thing you've ever done in your life

 

 

>you floor the gas again with no traffic ahead of you, soon shifting back to 5th

>the music keeps your foot from letting off of the acceleration

 

>there is a primal feeling of achievement from doing this

>like there was no other way to achieve this

 

>the other guy finally gets past the traffic and slowly catches up to you

>you see a sign that says 'Beachfront BLVD - 5 miles'

>your time is limited, but you want to leave this guy in the dust

 

>the chase continues, but there is more traffic up ahead in the distance

>but since you two are practically flying, it approaches faster than you thought it would

>you switch lanes again to the far left, closest to the grass off of the road

>the Corvette gets next to you, and the guy looks even more pissed

>in fact, he looks insane

 

>then you see what he's trying to do

>he slowly starts to merge into your lane, with you still in it

 

>he's trying to shove you off of the road

>the slower cars ahead of you are almost right in front of you now

 

>then he quickly swerves towards your lane

>you see this happening, and your heart starts to sweat

>this guy has lost his fucking mind

 

>instincts still controlling you, you hit the brakes and grip the wheel as if your life depends on it

>his excessive force to get you off of the road mixed with not actually hitting you, causes him to fishtail in order to not fly off of the road

>you gain some speed back and switch to the farthest other lane, staying away from him

 

>this wasn't a fucking joke anymore

>he had road rage that could fucking end your life

 

>you bit off a little more than you could chew this time

>your lane is open to pass the other traffic as you put some distance between yourself and the goddamn maniac

 

 

>you see a sign on the road 'Beachfront BLVD - 1 mile'

 

>you pass the cars and get into the far lane again, ready to exit

>up ahead in the far distance, you see the exit

>you slam the gas again, wanting out of the expressway

>all you wanted to do was race a little

 

>but this crazy bastard is trying to kill you now; and you want no part of that

>it's not a race anymore, you're driving for your life now

 

>you see the other guy coming up again

>he's really flooring it

>but an idea hits your head

 

>if you make it known that you're about to exit, he'll follow

>but if you exit at the last minute, he'll be going too fast to continue the chase outside of the express

 

>he gets in the lane beside you and is gaining speed still

>the exit lane starts, but you don't move into it yet

>as you see the end of the exit lane coming up, you ready yourself to get onto it in the last second

 

>the Corvette start merging towards you lane again

>the guy looks like he's ready to murder you

>you feel your heart beating out of your chest

>your hands are so sweaty that the stick momentarily slips from your hands' grip

>your eyes wide with fear

 

>he's actually trying to do this shit

 

>you only have a few seconds before it's too late to exit, but you have to make sure he can't follow you

 

>the seconds feel like hours as the end of the exit ramp flies towards you

>you just want to live...

 

>inches away from him touching the car, you swerve into the exit lane and start getting off of the expressway

 

>realizing it's over,

>you scream at the top of your lungs out of the window

 

"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE"

 

>and proceed to flip him off again

 

>as he sees you do this, the concrete barrier begins again and it's too late for him to follow you

 

 

 

>as you're on the ramp off of the expressway, you see a grocery store and pull into the parking lot

>your heart is still beating out of your chest

>hands are shaking now

>drops of sweat pour from your body

>the adrenaline is just now starting to wear off

 

>new song plays

https://youtu.be/G7HVrOkhuLw [Embed]

 

>you park in the back of the parking lot and turn the car off

>the music still continues

 

"Holy... fucking... shit."

 

>you almost died back there

>and you had no interest in ever racing

>ever again

 

>seriously, fuck that guy

>what kind of asshole tries to kill someone in a road race??

 

>even racing video games seemed like a bad idea now

 

>you catch your breath and try to control your thought process

 

>but the cute little chiptune song somehow lightens the mood

>you can't help but bob your head a little to the tune

 

>even though that was scary as shit

>you're still perfectly fine

>the car was untouched

>and you had the rest of the day to look forward to

 

>you thought about just going home

>but after a few minutes of rest, you remember that you were already close to the beach

 

>might as well show off the ride to some more strangers

>hopefully some hot bikini-clad girls in the mix

 

>but the first thing you do before you move is pull out your phone..

 

 

>be Sunset

 

>you have a laptop in your room that you usually do homework on

>you rarely use the portable computer for anything other than school and facebook

 

>but today your browser is on YouTube, looking up dance tutorials

>your knowledge of dancing is limited, and as a girl, that's generally unacceptable

 

>guys usually get more slack when it comes to these matters

>but girls are supposed to be graceful and majestic with their dancing

>and if your movements are awkward, Anon might be more inclined to find another dance partner more often than not

 

>you think about if he will be a good dancer

>and with your limited knowledge of his past, you have no idea

>but he seems to be full of surprises

>and it wouldn't surprise you at all if he's liquid on the dance floor

 

>and that would make you look even worse if you're awful at some of these new dances

 

>so in front of your laptop, you look at the video trying to copy what the dance instructor is doing

>as you make a misstep, you curse out loud

"Dammit!"

 

>your cursing was minimal in life, with the exception of when you were really peeved

>and currently, these dance moves were making you peeved

 

>you pause the video and take a break

>as you get some water to drink, you think of what Anon might be doing right now

 

>your soft laugh escapes your throat as you imagine him sitting on his couch watching TV

"He's probably chilling out right now, not a care in the world..."

 

>after your drink, you unpause the video, back to learning this new... extremely difficult... dance

 

 

>be Anon

 

>put the phone to your ear

 

>[Hello?]

[Flash? You wouldn't believe what just happened!]

>[What happened?]

[Look, I can't tell you right now. Where are you at?]

>[My house? The hell happened man? Are you okay?]

[No, I'm fine. Look, stay at your place. I'll be there in about 45 minutes, alright? I'll tell you all about it when I get there.]

 

>[Uhh, okay, but I have to leave kind of early for the dance so I can't hang for too long.]

 

>the hell is he doing leaving for the dance... early?

>aren't you supposed to show up a little late for these things?

>whatever

 

[No problem. See you soon.]

 

>hang up the phone

 

>start the car up again and head towards the beach

 

 

>as you approach the stop sign on the small road, you burn out, sliding onto the road connected to the strip of the beach

>as you finish the turn, you start looking at the shitty cheap shops on the left and right of the streets

>you turn the music back on and the next song plays

https://youtu.be/0sxGAV3QauQ [Embed]

 

>as you hear the new song, you recognize what the cover is

>not only did the game kick ass

>but this cover kicked ass too

 

>the song itself made you feel like this entire experience... the whole week was a fantasy

>but after pinching the shit out of your arm, you were sure that this was in fact.. real life

>and after all the shit going down during the week, you felt like you had earned this

 

>slowing down to obey the speed limit, you see some people walking on the sidewalks again

>again, people see your ride and immediately give you positive feedback

 

>one chick even flashed you

 

>maybe it was the car the elicited the girls' responses

>maybe it was the shades that somewhat hid your age

>either way, shit felt good

 

>soon you would get to the motels, then the hotels, less shitty shops, then resorts

>and then the process would reverse all the way back to more shitty shops

 

>but it felt nice

>you had been here many times, even staying at the hotels with your parents during a few of the family vacations you took when you didn't live in Canterlot

>some might say you knew the area pretty well

 

>you would agree with these people

>as more people were on the sidewalks, you shifted to neutral to rev the engine again, waiting for the cheers of the drunken college students

 

>the wind through the windows

>the sunlight hitting your shades

>palm trees near the beach

>and tan babes walking around with scarce clothes on

 

>yeah, this place was alright

 

 

>back at the main part of Canterlot, you drive towards Flash's place

>you had been there a few times to hang out

>and been to the house party he had when his parents were out of town

 

>too bad the 'party' sucked, but still...

>you park the car on the street and walk up to the door

>before you knock, you hear some rock music being played inside the house

 

>knock on the door

>ring the doorbell

 

>in a few seconds, he opens the door

>"Hey Anon, what's up?"

"A good bit actually. You ready?"

 

>he looks at you funny

>"Ready for what?"

>you motion for him to come out of the house

 

"Come on, we're taking a ride."

>"To where, and with what? You don't have a car..."

 

>your cheesy grin reappears

"I do today."

 

>he closes the door and walks outside

>you get back to the Camaro

 

>he sees this

>"C'mon, man. Quit playing around; that's not your car."

 

>then you pull out the key and open the door

>again, he sees this happen

>"NO FUCKING WAY, ANON!!"

 

>you share his excitement

 

"YEAH FUCKING WAY, MAN."

>he grabs his own hair in excitement

>"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS??"

 

"Rainbow let me borrow it; I think it's her dad's or something. I got it until tomorrow."

>you get in and unlock the passenger door

>Flash flies in the car, giddy from excitement

 

>as you both get in and put on the seatbelts, Flash looks at you like he's desperate for something

 

>"Please... please start the engine."

>you do so, and rev the engine a little while still in neutral

 

>Flash looks like he's having an orgasm

>and you can't even blame him

 

>"oh my god, that's so good..."

 

"Where should we go??"

>he thinks for a minute

>then you can almost see the lightbulb go off on top of his head

>he sports an evil grin

 

>"Canterlot University."

 

 

 

"...and I barely got off of the expressway before he could keep following me! That crazy bastard almost killed me, twice!"

>"Shit, man. That's insane. Glad you're alright now though; plus at least you didn't damage this beauty of a car!"

 

"You're telling me."

>there's a pause between you two

>Flash seems to be on a mission

 

>you're more or less just glad to be alive after the ordeal, as reality has completely sunk in how badly that 'race' could have ended

>and in comparison, everything else just seems less important

>apparently everything gets put into perspective when you see your life flash before your eyes

>you felt chill as an ice cube, just cruising around with your friend, trying to aid him in his fantasy of picking up a college girl

 

>which for both you and Flash, it was exactly that

>a fantasy

>in your mind, neither of you had enough game to pull something like that

>but you would have fun seeing him try

 

"Hey what's the secret you were going to tell me about?"

>he looks over, a little nervous on the subject

>"Oh, I can't tell you. You'll find out at the dance."

 

"Really dude? You still can't tell me what it is?"

>he shakes his head

>"Nope. It would ruin the surprise.."

 

>you look at him, thinking he's playing this secret up to be more than what it is

"Does it have to do with Rainbow?"

>he hears what you say and mulls it over

>"No, not really. I mean, she's involved, but she's not the secret.."

 

>as you try to process what that could mean, you decide to drop it

>you'll find out tonight what this means and it probably won't be a big deal anyways

 

>you start seeing signs of Canterlot University on the sides of the road

 

 

>you see an entrance to the campus and pull in

>Flash looks at you

>"Bro, gotta get some tunes going!"

>he's a bit too eager for this, but you play the CD anyways

https://youtu.be/xF1txJ2E4PM [Embed]

 

>as the song plays, you immediately note a change from the rock and metal the disc has played thus far

>not exactly your flow, but the beat is pretty good

>Flash still looks a bit more excited about this than you think is necessary

>but that's just Flash

>he turns up the song, to the point where the car vibrates

 

>you have to practically yell at Flash to talk to him with the music so loud

"SO WHAT EXACTLY ARE WE DOING??"

>"JUST ROLL AROUND UNTIL WE SEE SOME HOT GIRLS!"

"OKAY AND THEN WHAT?"

>"I'LL DROP SOME COMPLIMENTS AND THEY GET IN THE CAR WITH US."

 

>you shake your head

"YEAH, BECAUSE THAT'S HOW IT WORKS..."

 

>he could be an idiot, but at least he wasn't a boring..

 

>as you pull past some of the main buildings, you can't help but notice a few things

>lots of girls who achieve a 7 or above

>lots of guys who look like Flash-level try-hards concerning said girls

 

>maybe you should look into college after all...

 

>there's a pack of girls on Flash's side of the sidewalk

>FS: "ANON, SLOW DOWN."

>you do so

 

>he pulls a pair of shades... actually, you have no idea where he pulled those from

>but he puts them on, then sticks his head out of the window

>FS: "HEY LADIES! LOOKING GOOD TODAY!!"

>you have a hearty laugh watching Flash trying to be 'smooth'

 

>they hear him and roll their eyes

>FS: "ANON, I THINK THEY WANT US!"

>they apparently heard what he screamed at you, and laughed; probably at him

"YEAH, I DON'T THINK SO, FLASH. THEY ROLLED THEIR EYES AT YOU."

 

>FS: "OKAY MAYBE SO... BUT THERE'S MORE GIRLS HERE. BOUND TO FIND SOME INTERESTED!"

 

>you slowly continue the car forward

 

 

 

>you continue driving around the campus for a while while Flash continually tries to hit on random girls

>the most he's getting are friendly waves

 

>you must have driven around the campus roads 10 times before it started to get old

>after a while you park the car in one of the back parking lots

>you turn to Flash

"Why don't we walk around for a little bit?"

 

>you two walk around campus on foot, but Flash doesn't look nearly as pumped and excited as he was in the beginning

 

>if nothing else, you got a good feel of the campus while walking around

>there's a bench outside of one of the large buildings, of which you quickly put to use

 

>FS: "Shit man, that didn't work as well as I had thought."

>you don't think cat calling is the best way to pick up women, but you hold that opinion in

 

"Better luck next time, I guess man. At least we still got the dance tonight.."

>Flash sits down as well

 

>FS: "Yeah, you're right."

>you look at Flash

>and he doesn't exactly look like he's on cloud 9

>you walked into this content if you didn't even meet a single college chick

>it would have been nice, but you have options at your own school

 

>but it dawns on you how badly Flash wanted to meet some older girls

>and even though he could be an idiot about this kind of stuff

>he was still a good friend..

 

"Hey Flash, I got an idea."

>"Yeah?"

"What if we walked around a little more, but this time I'll be your wingman?"

>he looks up with hope

>"Really?"

"Hell yeah man, let's do this."

 

 

>not too far off is the library

>there's got to be some cute girls trying to study in there

>you find the library and walk in

>there's a sign at the front that indicates that any floor about the first is a 'quiet zone' where no conversation should be held

 

"Okay so first floor only, I guess."

>FS: "Uhh Anon, I don't think we can check out books if we don't go here..."

 

[pic] = your face

 

"Are... are you being serious right now??"

>FS: "Yeah dude, then everyone would just waltz in and check out books!"

 

>you bury your hands into your face

"Christ, Flash. We're not here to check out books..."

>he gives you a weird look

>FS: "What, do you want to sit down and read them?"

 

 

"WE'RE NOT HERE TO READ, FLASH!"

>the entire library erupts in a "sshhhhhhhhh!!"

>and you lower your voice again

"We're hear to find you a girl... who is reading."

 

>FS: "What, like a tutor? Anon, I don't need a girl to help my reading skills."

>you are seconds away from strangling him to death, in front of the entire library

>before a lightbulb goes off over his head

 

>he whispers as well

>FS: "OH OH OH, okay, I get what you're saying! Yeah, that sounds way more fun..."

 

>you two scout around for girls, trying to give the best impression that you know what you're doing

>sadly, any girls that aren't already talking to guys are 5's or below

>no dice

 

>exit the library

>the lack of girls' phone numbers doesn't help Flash's morale

>FS: "Man, maybe we should just go home.."

 

>the rage he caused in the library has fully dissipated

 

"Aww c'mon man! Look, we came all this way and we're already here. Let's try a few more buildings."

>you do so, but it seems as if all of the pretty girls have disappeared into thin air

 

>you get to a directory of the campus

>there is a cafe on campus

 

"Bingo."

>FS: "Bingo what?"

"Girls love cafes and over priced coffee. Bound to be a few worth talking to in there."

>you find the place and walk towards it

 

 

>as you enter, your eyes scan for applicants to the 'Give Flash Sentry Your Number' foundation

>you almost give up hope after seeing nothing

 

>then you spot two girls at the counter, sitting on bar stools

>and damn son, they look cute

>and they're by themselves

 

>you lightly elbow Flash

"Hey cowboy, 11 o'clock. They look like twins."

>he looks to where you direct

 

>FS: "Oh shit, man. I see them."

"You want the one with or the one without the bow in her hair?"

>FS: "Umm, with the bow."

"Got it."

 

>you're relieved you can at least have an opportunity to help Flash

 

>FS: "So how are we doing this?"

 

>you think about this for a second

 

"Okay. They're looking at the TV in front of them, so they probably didn't see us walking in yet. Go up to them and talk to the one you want. I'll wait outside for a few minutes, then I'll come in like we aren't here together, but I'll say hey to you when I come in. Then I talk to the other girl, giving you some isolation to pick up hairbow girl."

 

>his smile let's you know that he approves

 

>FS: "I like it. Okay, let's do this."

>he walks towards the barstools and you walk out of the store

 

 

>while you're outside, you check your phone

>nothing

 

>as you put the phone back into your pocket, you take a look at the campus again

>from what you've seen, this place really isn't that bad

>if you go to college, this would be on the list of possibilities

 

 

>time to wing

>you casually walk into the store, and purposefully not look towards Flash for a few seconds

>then you see him

 

"Hey, Flash!"

>he looks towards you, pausing the conversation with Hairbow

>seemingly keeping it cool

 

>FS: "Yo, Anon! What are you doing here?"

"Needing some coffee, bro."

 

>you two fistbump, then you shift over to the bar stool next to the other girl

>you look at her

"This seat taken?"

>she looks over

>"Oh, no. Go ahead."

 

>the way she said that produced some neutral vibes from her, but that's better than a nasty attitude towards you

>you look at the guy behind the counter

"Medium coffee, black."

>as the guy is getting your coffee, you think to yourself

 

>all you have to do is talk to this girl long enough for Flash to get a number from the other girl

>then you two can leave in style like you have something to do

>but in order for your conversation to last that long, you needed to be at least a little bit interesting

 

>hopefully Flash wouldn't take 2 years to achieve numerical victory

 

>you look over at the girl

"What are you drinking?"

 

>she holds her cup up and casually looks at you

>"Iced mocha with extra whipped cream."

>you quietly laugh

 

"You want some coffee with that sugar and milk?"

 

 

>she turns to you with a small, contained, interested smile

 

>bingo

 

>"Hey, not everyone likes disgusting black coffee. Some of us have a functioning palate."

>you join in the friendly banter

 

"Hey, I'm a simple guy. I sold my palate when I found out that it's an extra $4 to add milk and whipped cream to my coffee."

 

>she gets playfully snarky

>"Want to diss anymore of my decisions while you're at it?"

 

Brain: Remember, interesting. Act interesting. You're doing this to distract this girl so she doesn't interfere with Flash getting a number. Keep this girl interested so that she's too busy to tell Flash to buzz off. You'll probably never see her again, so don't worry too much about it.

 

>you get into the mindset

>then you make sure she sees you looking up and down her

"I'm trying to find something, but everything else looks good."

 

>"What if I told you more about myself? I'm sure you can find something not to your pleasing."

 

"Fair enough. Let's start with a name."

>"Cloudchaser. Yours?"

"Anon."

 

>she holds out her hand for a handshake, and you return the gesture

 

>you maintain a casual smile, but the more she speaks, the easier it is to do so

 

"So far? It's nice to meet you."

 

 

>you and Cloudchaser discuss small talk for a few solid minutes

>talking on subjects like music, interests, talents and such

>trying to stay away from subjects like age, schooling and anything that might give away the fact that you not only don't go to CU, but you aren't even old enough to be in college

>she's being very warm and flirty, but you get the feeling that she's not really in anything beyond that

>but then again, you've never flirted with a college girl, so you really have no idea what she's feeling

 

>she also occasionally looks at the TV, as if waiting for something

>while this is all going on, you try to hear how Flash is doing

>so far the other girl sounds receptive, but you can't be sure

 

>so in short, everything is going great

>Flash just needs to hurry up and make the damn move

 

"So how cheesy would it be if I asked you 'how often do you come here?'"

>CC: "Pretty cheddar, but I'll answer anyways. I actually come here a lot since I live on campus. What about you? I don't remember seeing you here before."

 

Brain: Don't tell her you go to high school

 

"Yeah I'm just visiting, taking a look at the campus."

 

>she's still smiling but she kinda squints at you

>CC: "Alright, here's a question for you. Did you sit next to me because I have a twin? You trying to score double or something?"

 

Brain: Don't flip out. Everything has been gravy so far; no need to get scared from a little grilling

 

>it's hard to listen to your brain when your heart rate rises

>that's not even something you were going for and you're getting a little nervous

>still, gotta play it cool

 

"I think if that was the case, I would have asked for her name as well."

 

>she nods her head and takes a sip of her drink

>CC: "I guess that's fair."

 

>crisis avoided

 

>you let a pause go by before you think of a brilliant idea

>you're cheesin' hard, with a smile that can hardly be contained

"By the way, what's your twin's name?"

 

 

>she laughs, almost choking on her drink

>as she recovers, she looks back at you, still giving off a playful and happy mood

>CC: "You'll pay for making me choke on my coffee."

"It's not coffee, remember?"

 

>CC: "Whatever you say. And her name is Flitter."

>Flitter is apparently too busy talking to Flash to turn around when her name is mentioned

>that's a good sign

 

"Nice name, both of you. Also, do guys normally come up to you two... wanting both? How often does that happen?"

>she sighs in disgust

 

>CC: "Too damn much,"

 

>another pause

>you're honestly not sure what to say to that

 

>though if you were a couple of years older...

 

>CC: "Here's another one for you. If it wasn't because I'm a twin, why did you sit next to me?"

>the direct nature of the question almost catches you off guard

 

Brain: Don't tell her that you're winging for Flash. She's being direct; you be the same. Remember, act like you're in college

 

"You know, I was about to say because you have pretty hair, which is true by the way. But actually it was because you looked good from behind."

 

>she's still smiling

>crisis avoided

 

 

 

>even though you'd probably not get her number, you had to admit that Cloudchaser was cool

>suddenly being the wingman sounded like something fun to do on the weekends

 

>CC: "What about the front?"

>you almost panic, but,

 

>you're positive that now she's teasing you for sure

 

Brain: THINK QUICKLY, FAGGOT

 

"I'd probably need a closer look before I cast judgment."

>she laughs

 

>CC: "Oh, you're good. I'm sure you say that to all of the chicks."

 

>deny that you're a player

>because you're actually not one at all..

 

"You're implying that I even pick up any chicks at all."

 

>she waves a hand of disbelief at you

>CC: "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

 

>you think of how to continue the conversation

>Flash sure is taking his sweet time

 

"So what.."

>suddenly she interrupts you

 

>CC: "Wait a second, the sports news is coming on!"

>you look to the TV

 

"You're into sports? What's so important on the sports news?"

>CC: "Didn't you hear? CHS beat Crystal Prep last night! They're going to show footage of it!"

 

>time fucking stops

 

Brain: If they show footage, say your name, or show your face... you're fucked.

 

>you feel your heart sweat

>suddenly this is no longer fun

>you look at your coffee, thinking of a way out of this

>because if she realizes that you're in high school, she might tell Flitter that Flash probably is too

>killing his chances

 

>and she might get pisses that you're acting like you are her age... and make a scene...

 

>you look at Flash with panic, but he's already giving you the same face

 

 

>time resumes

>you had forgotten that someone from the school films every game for the team to review later during film sessions

>but you didn't think this would make the news...

 

>the sports anchorman goes over some college and pro games that happened, skimming over the highlights

>the cafe starts to quiet down as more people are watching

>as the last of the college games are talked about, he states that he's going to cover "What all of Canterlot is buzzing about."

 

>shit

>a few of the guys in the cafe yell out that everyone should shut up

>Cloudchaser looks at the guy behind the counter

>CC: "Turn up the TV!"

>he does so

 

>you glace behind you, looking at the rest of the people looking at the TV

>practically the entire population is glued to what is about to be covered

 

>fugg

 

AnchorMan = AM

 

>AM: "But now for what everyone has been waiting to see - The football game of Canterlot High School versus Crystal Prep!"

>there is a small cheer in the cafe

>apparently most people here are CHS alumni

 

 

>AM: "If you know anything about local high school football, then you know that Crystal Prep is the team to beat. No team knows this better than Canterlot High School, who hasn't beat Crystal Prep in years. It was a tough battle the entire night. Crystal's constant past victories loomed over CHS like a black cloud. Still, a great crowd of CHS fans came to watch the game. Both teams played very well during the first half, but Crystal Prep was on top; scoring 21 points, while CHS only had 14. The Canterlot defense was doing a great job, while the home team offense was starting to have some difficulty."

 

>as he speaks, there is footage of random plays shown in the corner of the screen that correspond with what he's mentioning

 

>you look around again, trying to be discreet

>a good bunch of people seem like they are on the edge of their seat watching the TV

 

>you facepalm

>the one time you really don't want people to know shit about you..

>you're on the news

 

>this was going to be a disaster for Flash

>and yeah, maybe lying wasn't the best way to pick up chicks

>but he was so excited about trying this out

 

>fugg

 

>but if it was going to be a disaster, you were at least going to enjoy your 15 seconds of TV time

>you take a nice gulp of your coffee and just accept whatever might happen

>then you look back onto the screen, and let yourself enjoy the narrative before the inevitable shitshow started afterwards

 

>AM: "But as the teams got back on the field for the second half, Canterlot's nightmare started to seem inevitable. The home team offense scored a lucky touchdown, to which Crystal Prep responded by kicking a field goal. After this happened, the CHS offense seemed like they were falling apart. Crystal Prep was dominating."

 

>after this was said, a few in the cafe let out a loud "BOOOO"

 

 

>the cafe patrons see you on TV

>then they see your face in front of them, and once again cheer

>some of the people come over to congratulate you; and some even thank you for beating Crystal Prep

 

>you didn't think the college students would still be so invested in their high school's sports,

>but then again, maybe it was just a local thing

 

>"No way! Man, that was fucking unreal!" was the general consensus

 

"Guys, I just got lucky. I promise I'm not actually that good."

>"Bullshit, man. That was insane. We normally don't like high schoolers here, but you stay as long as you want, man."

 

>it felt like the seniors all over again

>a couple of people wanted high fives

>a couple girls just wanted to say hey

 

>but eventually everyone sat back down and returned to their conversations

 

>you humbly turn to Cloudchaser

"So... I might actually still be in high school."

 

 

>as you say this, you peer over towards Flash

>he's not upset at all

>in fact, he's still talking to Flitter

>but it might be best to assume that he's being let down easy right now, and he's just dealing with it really well

>fuck

>time to think of a plan B

 

>someone is goddamn donating to the 'Give Flash Sentry Your Number' foundation today

 

>back to Cloudchaser

>to your surprise she doesn't seem angry...

>CC: "That was pretty impressive Anon. I won't lie, you just got a lot cooler."

 

>holy crap

>she's not even pissed at all...

 

>you're listening to Cloudchaser, but behind you there is a girl talking to someone

>it sounds like she's trying to whisper but she's being a little too loud and you can hear what is said

 

>she says, "I tell ya, if he ever wanted me to do something for him..."

>you discretely turn your head to see which girl said that, and as you listen to the conversation behind you, you spot who said it

 

[pic]

>you quickly grab a napkin from the counter and begin scribbling something on it

 

 

>then look back at Cloudchaser

 

"So... what does that mean?"

>then look at what you're writing again

>CC: "Well, it means that I think you're cute, and I'd like to see you more."

 

>you stop what you're doing to look back at Cloudchaser

"Wait... really?"

 

>did that work?

>did seeing you on TV actually do some good for you?

>does she not care that she's (probably) 4 years older than you?

 

>CC: "Yep!"

 

Brain: So this is what it's like to find gold...

 

>CC: "But it also means that you're not legal yet. What are you, 16?"

"17."

 

>CC: "So close.. I'm serious, you're cute, but I don't date guys under 18. It's a shame too; I was about to show you what the inside of a dorm looks like.."

 

>you were... about to score??

 

Brain: ...fool's gold, maybe

 

>you feel the disappointment

>and man, that shit is heavy

 

"And... there's no way that..."

>she is still giving you a kind smile

 

>CC: "No, sorry. But since I like you, I'll meet you halfway on this."

 

>she gets her own napkin and starts writing on it

>as she does this, you finish what you were writing on yours

 

 

"Hey, I'll be right back."

 

>you get up and head to the restroom

>take a piss; wash your hands

 

>as you come out, you make sure Cloudchaser isn't looking at you

>then you make sure Flash doesn't see you

>you slip the napkin in front of the girl who was talking behind you

 

>as she and her friends see this, she looks up to you

>you give a nod and a wink, then head to your stool again

 

>when you get there, you turn around to look at the girl

>she's reading what you wrote

>then she looks at you and winks back with a smile

 

>she gets up and sits on the bar stool, other side of Flash

>as you hear her talk to Flash, you feel another napkin on your open hand

 

>you look at the napkin, and it has a phone number on it

>CC: "Here's my number.."

 

>you look at the number with confusion

"I thought you just said..."

 

>she puts on a seductive smile

>CC: "Call me when you turn 18."

 

>huh

 

>all in all,

>not the worst outcome possible

 

>you fold up the napkin and put it in your pocket

 

"Thanks, I'll do that."

>as you say that, you see the girl hop off the stool next to Flash and go back to her friends

>it's time to leave

 

>look over to Flash

"Yo Flash, time to bounce."

 

>FS: "Got it, bro."

 

>you get up and look at Cloudchaser

 

"Nice meeting you, Cloudchaser."

>she is still giving you a warm smile

 

>CC: "You too, football star. Have a good night."

 

>as she says this, you remember Sunset and what you're doing tonight

>out of her line of sight, a smug smile appears on you

 

"Oh, I will."

 

 

>Flash says his goodbye to Flitter and you two start towards the door

>he looks as giddy as a kid on the first day of summer break

 

>before you get to the door, you whisper to Flash

"Hey, did Flitter turn you down?"

>he replicates your volume

>FS: "Nah, man! I got her number, then some girl named Blossomforth just came up and gave me her number too! What about you? Did you get the other girl's number?"

 

"Yeah, bro."

>you're surprised he's being so chill about this

 

>right before you two reach the door, there is a wordless fistbump shared

[pic]

 

>you two exit the cafe

>as both of you are outside again and the door closes behind you, you walk a few steps

"Flash, you're awful quiet about what just happened.."

 

>he lifts his fists to the air and tilts his head up

>FS: "HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSS!!!"

 

>you heartily laugh, glad that your friend got his wish

 

>and then you silently celebrate to yourself

>if Sunset didn't work out

>or if there were into sharing...

>you had some college poon waiting for you on your birthday

 

>ego decently inflated, you continue walking

 

 

>you and Flash decided to check out the last building you hadn't been in yet

>just in case there was more game to catch

>you enter, but it seems rather empty

 

>as you traverse the halls,

>you hear some guitar playing and feel inclined to walk towards it, in order to find who is playing

 

"Flash, you hear that guitar playing?"

 

>FS: "Yeah, sounds like it might be in one of the performance halls."

 

>the two of you try to track down where the music is coming from

>on the way, you notice that whoever is playing keeps making mistakes in the song and restarts the piece

 

>finally you spot some double doors and open them

>inside, there is one person playing guitar on stage

>the stage is lighted, but the crowd lights are off

>no one else is in the auditorium

 

>as you get a closer look, you think you recognize who it is

>the guitarist lifts up her head to see the doors opened

>"Is someone there?"

 

"Octavia?"

[pic]

>OM: "Hello? Who is that?"

 

 

>you and Flash walk down the aisle to get to the stage

>as you step on the lighted stage, she can see you

 

>OM: "Oh, Anon. Pleasant surprise! How is your head feeling?"

"Better with meds, thanks for asking."

 

>then she sees Flash on stage

>OM: "Flash.."

 

>she greeted Flash with a bit of a cold shoulder

>must not be a fan of his

>Flash gives a casual wave and a "Hey Octavia,"

 

>not wanting to ask why she doesn't like him, you move on

 

"Why are you at CU?"

 

>OM: "Oh, didn't you hear? I'm participating in duel-enrollment now."

"Isn't that only an option for seniors?"

 

>she puts her guitar down for a moment

>OM: "Mostly, yes. However, I tested out of AP Music Theory, so they allowed me to dual-enroll. I am only taking university level music classes here. I still take the rest of my classes at CHS."

 

"Wow, that's pretty cool. So what are you doing right now?"

>she looks at her guitar with angst

>OM: "Currently regretting a horrid decision."

"and... that would be..?"

 

>OM: "I have to learn a classical piece with a different instrument, other than my main instrument."

 

"Yeah, I thought you played the cello. Why did you choose the guitar for your second instrument?"

 

>OM: "The two instruments have many similarities. In theory, the more they have in common, the lower the learning curve. However, classical guitar is much more difficult than expected..."

 

>you shrug your shoulder

"I mean, I wish I could help but I've never played an instrument in my life."

 

>OM: "I appreciate the thought,"

 

 

>Flash chimes in

>FS: "What piece are you trying to learn?"

 

>Octavia sighs, clearly not wanting to deal with Flash, for whatever reason

>OM: "Estudio 5 in B minor."

 

>FS: "Could you play it for us?"

>Flash definitely seems interested in this, and you don't know why

>she picks the guitar back up

>OM: "I suppose so.."

 

>she begins trying, but it is clear that she needs a lot more time to practice

>after making several mistakes, she becomes agitated and puts the guitar back down

>OM: "Infuriating, really. I can play almost anything on the cello, but these dreaded six strings are whipping me into an early grave. I have been practicing this for almost a week now."

 

>Flash steps forward

>FS: "Oh, that's probably because your finger placement on the chords are all wrong."

>you look at him shocked

 

"Hey Flash, I think Octavia knows a thing or two about music. More than we do anyways..."

>you're trying to signal that he shouldn't do whatever he's thinking of doing

 

>but he doesn't see the warning on your face

>he points to her guitar

>FS: "Mind if I try?"

 

>she looks at him, expecting the same that you are

>which is him about to make a fool of himself

 

>a little snarky, she responds

>OM: "Go ahead."

>and hands him the guitar

 

>the anchor has already been thrown, so you stand next to Octavia and prepare for the embarrassment

 

>Flash throws the guitar strap over his shoulder and gets a feel for the guitar

 

 

 

>though you had never seen him play

>Flash had mentioned that he could play the guitar,

>but there was no way he was good enough to play a classical piece that Octavia couldn't even play

 

>he looks back up at you two

>FS: "Let's see if I can remember this one."

 

>...what did that mean?

"You know the song she's learning?"

 

>FS: "Yeah, but it's been a while.."

 

>he picks a few notes at first, but they sound awful

>Octavia grins

 

>he stops

 

>he takes a deep breath in, then blows it out

>and begins playing once more

 

https://youtu.be/t_ZwLZBZt94 [Embed]

 

>you prepare yourself to cringe

>but that wouldn't happen

 

>as the notes resonate from the guitar, you immediately realize that Flash has been severely underestimated

>but as he continues playing, you are blown away by what he's doing

>most of the time, his eyes are closed

>his head moves around like he can feel the music

>it looks... spiritual

>all the while not making a single mistake

 

>it feels like someone else with musical talent has taken over his body to play this piece

 

>and the music... what is happening in front of you is nothing short of... amazing

>your eyes widen as you realize how good Flash actually is

>but when you turn to Octavia, she's in pure shock

 

>but you can't look at her too long before you look back to Flash

>the music is nothing short of beautiful; emotional, even

>but maybe the most awe-inspiring part of it is that Flash is the one making the music happen

>because out of the entire school, Flash was literally the last person you thought of as any type of 'artistic'

 

>but here he is

>it doesn't even sound like a song

>it sounds like some kind of... audible journey

>like you're being forced to feel something new with each change of chord

 

>seriously, when did he learn to do this??

 

 

>almost as soon as he begins, he throws the strap off of the guitar and hands it back to Octavia

>FS: "Man, I'm rusty. Haven't played that one in forever!"

 

>your shock has taken the physical form of your jaw dropping

>Octavia looks at you with the same shock on her face

>then she looks back at him

 

>OM: "R-rusty?"

 

"Holy shit, Flash. Where the hell has that been??"

>FS: "Ah, I like to play every once in a while. It's not big deal."

 

>OM: "Flash... I don't know what to say. That was.. perfect. I have.. underestimated you."

 

>he shrugs

>FS: "Eh, I don't know about perfect..."

 

>there is a silence in the hall so quiet that you could hear a pin drop

>OM: "I... Could you teach me how to play that maybe sometime in the near future?"

>FS: "Sure! It's not that hard once you get the chords down."

 

>he pulls his phone out to look at something

>FS: "Crap, Anon. I need to get back to my place."

"Alright man."

 

>Flash starts towards the hall doors after saying bye

 

>you follow, still surprised that whatever just happened... just happened

 

>she calls at you two

>OM: "Will you both be at the dance tonight?"

>you both answer "Yes"

 

>then Flash adds

>FS: "Hey, and be on time if you can. There's a surprise at the beginning of the dance that I think you'll like."

 

>you get to the car and drive off of the college campus, music blaring, both of you being happy from a successful college visit

 

 

 

>driving to Flash's house

 

>the mood is light and happy

>content over success

"I gotta admit, I didn't think much would come out of going to Canterlot University but that was kinda fun."

 

>he smirks

>"Yeah man; never know what might happen. And uh, thanks for winging for me back at the cafe."

 

>another fistbump between you shifting gears

 

"No problem, brother. What happened with her? Did she say you were too young to date?"

 

>he looks surprised

>"Actually, no. I was going to front like I went there but after talking to her for a little bit I realized that she was really nice and I didn't want to ruin anything by lying to her. I told her how old I was when age was brought up. She was super cool about it, too."

 

>of course she would be, and her twin wouldn't be...

>"What about you? How did her sister react?"

"Honestly it could have been way worse. She gave me her number and told me to call her when I'm 18."

 

>he shrugs

>"Hey not bad, man. Plus, you already got girls at high school!"

 

"Who are these girls?? Seriously man, the only girls that like me are Sunset and Applejack. Also maybe Trixie but I'm pretty sure I pissed her off. And who knows how AJ feels now."

 

>pause

 

"Speaking of high school girls, why didn't you stick around back there to get Octavia's number? She's a looker too, and you're both into music... apparently."

>Flash looks out of the window

 

>"Why would she want my number?"

 

>you poke a little fun at Flash

"Oh I don't know, Flash. Let me just quote her after you turned into a classical guitar god,"

>you do your worst Octavia accent

 

""Flash... I don't know what to say. That was.. perfect. I have.. underestimated you."

 

>you two share a laugh

 

>"Hey, that doesn't mean she's like interested or anything. Plus, I needed to get back to my place to get ready. I have to be at the dance early... for the surprise."

 

"Hey, I'm just sayin', never know until you try. She looked like some wanted some Flash digits."

 

 

>you pull the beast into Flash's driveway and stop the car

"You sure you can't tell me what this secret is?"

 

>he shakes his head laughing

>"No way man. It will be good though, I promise. Be on time tonight."

 

"I got it, I got it! Be on time! Don't miss this HUGE surprise that I can't know anything about!"

 

>"Right. Oh, did you find a place to take Sunset for dinner?"

"Yeah, I had to pull some strings but I got it. What are you doing for dinner?"

 

>"I gotta get a quick bite at my place then I'm off to the school... for the surprise."

 

>you start once again thinking on what this surprise might be

 

>it's super huge and important

>he won't even tell you any hints on what it is

>he wants everyone to be there

>he's not even going out to eat, so he can further prepare this surprise

 

>you shoot him a very worried and concerned look

"Flash, you're not going to bomb the school are you!?"

 

>taken back by your question

>"WHAT? No! I'm not going to bomb the school!"

 

>you wipe your forehead in relief

"Okay... good..."

 

>he looks almost offended

>"Bro! What would make you even think that??"

 

>your hands fly into the 'hands up; don't shoot' position

"Hey, I'm just saying... you're being real dodgy about this 'surprise' of yours!"

 

>he lays a hand on your shoulder, back to a calm disposition

>"Anon, just trust me on this. It's going to be epic."

 

"Okay man. I trust you. And I'll be there."

 

>he gets out of the car and closes the door

>"Alright man, see you in a few hours! Good luck with Sunset!"

 

>you wave

"Thanks man! See you then!"

 

 

>pull into your own driveway, and turn the beautiful beast off

>enter your house again

 

>look around; see the dirty dishes

 

>flashback

 

>earlier today

>you needed to get some chores done before the fun happened tonight

>dishes, laundry, get your (only) suit ready, work out, shower, etc

 

>real time

 

>fugg

 

>you still have to clean the dishes, get your suit ready, fold clothes, and shower before you can leave

 

>look at the clock

>4:30

 

>you need to be at Sunset's place at or before 6

>preferably before 6

 

>because if you learned anything from your one previous girlfriend, your mother, and literally any girl you have ever met..

 

>it is that females are always late to anything important

>and Sunset is most definitely a female

 

>your mind goes back to the story your dad used to tell you about your mother being an hour late to their rehearsal dinner before their wedding day

>kek

 

>so you needed to be a little early, in case Sunset needed help getting ready, or if she just needed extra time

 

>and you were smart about it too

>because you also learned from your dad that you should always plan for the lady to be late

 

>because even though you said you would be at her place at 6, implying you two would leave within 15 minutes of your arrival..

>your reservations were at 7:15

 

>it only took about 30 minutes to get to the restaurant

>this car could probably make it in 25

>there was time to spare on her part

 

>but not for you

>you needed to hurry and get everything done in an about an hour

 

 

>though you hadn't expected this to be a 'big day'

>you weren't going to fuck it up by being late

 

>in order to speed yourself up and get ready fast enough, you needed some tunes to get you going

>walk over to your stereo and go through your songs

>see one selection and smile

"Yeah, this will work."

 

https://youtu.be/mnuBwIpACWw [Embed]

 

>this song was perfect, because it made you feel like you were on a mission

>you were on a mission to be on time

>and time was not currently on your side to be finished with everything and be early to Sunset's place

 

>turn up the volume and head over to the sink

>with great fervor, you turn on the sink faucet and begin to rinse the dishes, then proceed to put them in the dishwasher

>while doing this, your mind is already planning ahead on what to do in order to leave on time

>in 10 minutes, the dishwasher is already running

 

>go to the dryer and quickly pull out the clothes

>take clothes to your room; proceed to fold and put away clothes

>15 minutes later, you were done

 

>check time

>5pm

 

>text from Sunset

>[Hey I forgot to ask, what color shirt and tie are you wearing?]

 

>fugg

>you think out loud

"Are we supposed to match or something?"

 

>probably

 

>get your suit out and find your white shirt, and a black tie

 

[White shirt/black tie]

 

>she responds quickly

>[Perfect.]

 

>you hope that wasn't sarcastic..

 

"Whatever."

 

>turn on the iron to iron your clothes

>while it warms up; 50 push ups

 

>gotta be on that A-Game tonight

 

 

>small workout done; iron is heated and ready

>you carefully but quickly iron your clothes

>within a few minutes, you're done

 

>check time

>5:15

 

>need to speed this up

>hop into the shower and do a quick wash, layering extra body wash on your junk

 

>ya know

>just in case..

 

>still in hurry mode, you towel yourself quickly and head to your room

>underwear, pants, undershirt, button-up shirt, socks applied

>look for your black dress-shoes

 

>layers of dust on them

>grab the towel you just used

>come back and wipe down your shoes

>the wet park to the towel gives your zapatos a nice sheen

 

>look at them and smile

"Nice."

 

>apply shoes to feet

>suit jacket on the door, ready to go

>look at the tie; you're almost ready

 

"Wait."

>you don't know how to tie a tie

 

>check time

>5:30

 

"Really don't have time for this shit.."

>open up YouTube and look up a tutorial

>in 10 frustrating minutes, you have made something that slightly resembles a good tie

>good enough

 

>nerves start to buzz as you think that YOU might be the late one...

 

 

>you grab one of your dad's watches that he left behind and put it on your wrist

>frantically brush your teeth

>find your wallet, house keys and the Beast's keys

>put your phone in your pocket and put on your suit jacket

 

>look around

"What am I missing?"

 

>the tickets to the dance; Celestia gave them to you

 

>you facepalm so hard it hurt

 

"FUCK; REALLY DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW!!"

 

>you search all around your room and the house

>turn off the music while you're at it

>you spend at least 5 minutes losing your mind looking for these tickets

 

>a lightbulb goes off in your head

"Sunset has them... right? I gave them to Sunset."

>hands slightly shaking from adrenaline, you text Sunset

[Hey, you have our tickets right??]

>in 30 agonizing seconds, she responds

>[Yeah, I have them.]

 

>check time

>5:50

 

>so much for being early

 

>you run to the bathroom mirror and check yourself

>fix your tie, now you look good

>but you don't have the time to admire yourself

>it's time to go

 

>you make sure the iron is off, and turn off any lights that you had on

>walk out of the front door; lock it behind you

 

>speed walking to the car; you check the time on your phone

>5:53

 

>you could make it to her house in less than 5 minutes

>start the car, and rev it up

>shift to reverse

 

>it's not like Sunset would be mad if you were a few minutes late

>but it was the principle of being late to something important that just didn't sit right with you

 

 

>as you pull onto the road, you suddenly feel the need to go the speed limit

>giving you a few extra seconds to mull over some thoughts

 

>in this moment, disregarding everything unimportant

>you are going to pick up Sunset Shimmer for a date

>a girl you have already mentally decided, is out of your league

>she will be wearing a dress; most definitely looking at least a bit 'warmer' than usual

>you will dance together, a minimum of one time

>you will eventually go home; regardless of what good or bad happens

 

>anything else is up to you, Sunset, and any number of possible players in tonight's game of fate

>you remember what you decided this very same morning

 

>if she doesn't want any more of you: take your hits like a man and go home with your balls intact; knowing you tried

 

>and in what seems like a moment of a strange mix between self-awareness and mild nihilism

>add in the fact that you nearly lost your life today, twice no less,

>you come to one conclusion

 

>you control absolutely nothing except your own actions

>and if that applies to anything; it applies to tonight

 

>you could only sway Sunset's feelings so much with a car you don't own and a decent dinner

>and worrying about how the night will end would only take away from the experience

 

>no

>you're not going to worry about a damn thing tonight

>if you and Sunset aren't meant to be; you're not going to act like something you're not to try and keep her

>and if by some miracle she still likes you when you drive her home, then you'll go from there

 

>as this thought process ends, you feel lighter

>seemingly ready for whatever chaos might confront you before you fall asleep tonight

>the nerves and slight anxiety seem to melt away

 

>a very natural and soft grin appears on your face

 

>as you pull onto her street, you feel like a new, albeit adventurous, man

>if 17 year olds can be men...