>"Hey, Anon!"
>You glance down the hall to see an unexpected face mouthing your name.
>Twilight Sparkle. What could she possible want from you?
>As she approaches, clinging her books against her chest in stereotypical fashion, you shut your locker and turn to face her.
>"How are you?"
"I'm... fine."
>You make no effort to mask your confusion.
>She continues sheepishly. "I know we haven't really talked much before. There was that one time at Pinkie Pie's party, and again at the Fall Formal..."
>Why's she recounting your history together out loud? What expository nonsense is this?
>"But I've gotten to know the back of your head a lot in Bio this year, and I like to think that counts for something."
>You glance at the clock on the wall.
"Sorry, Twilight, I've got about two minutes to get to Spanish."
>Desperate to grab your attention, she suddenly blurts out, "I wanted to invite you to a slumber party."
"A slumber party?"
>Twilight looks at you with complete sincerity and a slight tinge of humility. "Poor word choice. I suppose it'd be more of a sleepover. It's not really a party if it's just us two."
>Every sentence out of her mouth takes a left turn.
"You want me to sleep over at your house, just the two of us?"
>"As friends, obviously," she bumbles.
"But we're not friends."
>You didn't mean that to come out in a rude way. You're just genuinely baffled by her impromptu offer.
>"I guess I was hoping we could be." She avoids your eyes, red with embarassment. "It's fine if you don't want to..."
"No, I just— I don't see how your parents could agree to that."
>"I didn't say they did."
>Once again, you lean in with an expression of confusion.
>"Sorry, I meant they'll be out of town this weekend. I just found out last night, so that's why I'm asking now. If you already have plans, I understand."
>Plans? What plans? Jacking off in your room?
>You don't really know this girl. She sits behind you in Biology, that's pretty much it.
>But it's interesting, her proposition. You're curious about what a sleepover with someone like her could entail, and what do you have to lose, anyway?
>You screw up your relationship with a girl you barely knew in the first place? Big deal.
>And honestly, she's kind of cute, awkwardness aside. It might be fun having an excuse to stare at her for a night.
"Yeah, okay."
>Her eyes light up with excitement. "Really?"
"Sure, why not?"
>"That's so cool. Here's my address." She opens her notebook and scribbles on a page before tearing it out for you. "Swing by Friday night. Bring your pajamas and a toothbrush!"
>As she walks off down the hall, she smiles at you and wiggles her fingers in a goodbye wave.
>You look down at the page clutched in your hand. Her address, written in purple ink. Something strange about her handwriting, though.
>She dotted the 'i' with a heart.
>The bell rings, and you look up to realize you're standing in a now-empty hall.
>Shit. You're late for Spanish.