>Be Anon
>As December finally rolls around you find a sight that all students, even high school seniors, long for
>A solid 2 feet of snow seems to have fallen overnight
>Enough that even the most foolhardy school districts would be willing to cancel school for
>You grin, grab your phone, and call your girlfriend, Sunset Shimmer
>Two rings later you hear Sunset's groggy greeting
>”Morning Anon, what time is it?”
>You can't help but smile
“7 am, but it's fine. It snowed enough last night that school’s been canceled.”
>That receives a groggy “woo!” from the other side of the line
“I was wondering if you'd like to hang out a little later today.”
>A pleased-sounding groan filters through the phone's speaker
>”How about 9?”
“Sounds good to me.”
>You hear the sound of shifting sheets, followed by the sounds of Sunset stretching
>”You want to hit up Sugarcube Corner or the arcade?”
>From her tone you can tell Sunset is more fishing for ideas than actually making any real suggestions 
“I was thinking that since we haven't really been able to see each other with midterms and all, maybe I could come over to your place?”
>Maybe you're taking things too fast with that, you haven't even been to her place before
>Sunset seems to be mulling it over and lets the moment stretch on into an uncomfortable silence
>”I, uh, maybe I could come over to your place instead?”
>You seriously consider just saying yes right there, but then you remember your dad’s one rule
>No girls in the house unless he or mom are going to be there too
>And you know that even with two feet of snow on the ground, neither of your parents is going to miss work
>Hell, your dad usually has to be bedridden for him to miss a day of work
“Maybe it would be better to just wait until the weekend…”
>You spoke without even realizing what you were saying 
>Sunset almost yells back at you
>”NO! I mean, I really do want to see you today Anon. It's just I’ve never had anyone over. Uh, any boys I mean, but I’d love to have you over.”
>That's a bit of a surprise, you're certain that you’d heard a rumor that Flash had taken her home several times 
>Then again, just because he drove Sunset home doesn't mean he’d ever been inside 
>Your mind reels with that piece of information 
“Then I’ll, uh, s-see you at 9?”
>You swallow, feeling more and more nervous 
>Sunset's voice sounds near angelic as she answers 
>”Yep! Love you, Anon.”
>No matter how many times you hear Sunset say it your heart flutters when you hear those three words
“Love you too, Sunset.”
>With that you hang up and scour your room for something to wear
>Not too formal, but not too casual either
>After an hour you finally settle on a turtleneck sweater and your cleanest pair of jeans 
>Glancing at the clock, you see that you still have some time to kill before you need to leave
>Giving yourself a quick sniff, you decide to take a shower 
>That eats up 15 minutes, but you still have plenty of time to spare
>Maybe you should grab something on the way over
>You think about it and decide that it'll be the least you can do for more or less twisting Sunset's arm over this
>You finish getting ready and start heading out the door passing by your dad as he finishes up his coffee
“Hey, I’m gonna spend the day at a friend's house since school’s canceled.”
>Dad gives you an appraising look
>”Have a good time, don't add to the population, and don't subtract from it. OH! And take the truck, it's supposed to snow some more this afternoon.”
>He tosses you the keys and you nod and snap off a two-fingered salute
>To which your dad flips you the bird as he chuckles 
>”I mean it, I don't want to have grandkids until /after/ you finish College!”
>You close the front door as he finishes and clamber into your dad's truck
>It's nothing fancy, but it has enough torque in low gear to get you anywhere you’d need to go
>Even Sweet Apple Acres 
>The engine roars to life with an eager lurch, and you pull out into the street 

>Be Sunset 
>You just got off the phone with Anon
>He’s going to be coming over later today 
>Looking at the “organized chaos” as Rarity likes to call it, you decide that you’ll be spending some time cleaning up 
>Pizza boxes, old ramen cups, and to-go boxes from the Sushi Shack litter every horizontal surface 
>Not to mention your bed, which looks less like a comfortable place to sleep and more like a war zone
>Rolling up the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt you put on the radio and get stuck in
>Half an hour later and you're cursing your past self for letting it get so bad
>But now you’ve finished collecting all the trash into a couple of bags
>Now you need to take them out to the dumpster 
>It's a short walk, and the bags aren't too heavy so you confidently step into the hall
>You make it to the back door of the little apartment complex before you remember that other than an ill-fitting sweatshirt and a ratty pair of slippers, you've got nothing to protect yourself from the icy cold outside 
>You loudly groan and consider just leaving the trash here
>As soon as the thought forms you hear Applejack admonishing you in your mind
“All right, Sunset, you can do this. Just out and back, and then you can have a nice hot shower!”
>And with that mantra in mind you open the door, only to be struck with an icy blast of wind and snow
“Just out and back. Just out and back.”
>You bite out the words as if they will shield you from the stinging needles of cold
>And with slow careful steps you make it out to the dumpster
>Luckily someone left the lid open last night, so you don't have to struggle with lifting it and a ton of snow or trying to clear it
>You just toss the bags in and leave it at that
>The march back is only manageable due to your legs starting to go numb
>Once you make it back to your apartment you strip and run the hottest bath you can
>The heat is almost too much as you slip beneath the water, but soon enough you start to acclimate 
>With the heat thawing you out, you almost fall asleep 
>And as much as you'd love to take a nap in the tub, Anon is coming over and you still need to finish cleaning up your apartment 
>With a resigned sigh you climb out of the tub and throw the sweatshirt on
>You should have plenty of time to get properly dressed as soon as you finish cleaning 

>Be Anon
>As you roll along down to Sunset's apartment you decide to swing by Sugarcube Corner and grab some coffee and breakfast for the two of you
>The Cakes are as dedicated to baking as your parents are to pushing paperwork, so they're probably already open 
>It’s also not far off your path, so you decide to make a quick stop
>Luckily for you Pinkie isn't working today so you aren't pulled into a long conversation about God only knows what
>In total the stop only adds 5 minutes to your trip
>Time well spent for steaming hot coffee and fresh pastries 
>Even with that, you still arrive at Sunset's apartment early
>Probably because the only other people on the road are the snow plows
>Once you park in the back, you grab the drinks and the bag of pastries and make your way around to the front door 
> You have to juggle your load for a second as the wood of the door is stuck in the frame, but soon enough you’ve got it open
>You never got Sunset's apartment number, but luckily there's a directory on the wall next to the front door 
>You're not sure why, there are only three apartments
>Putting the strangeness out of your mind, you Climb up the stairs to the second floor where the apartments are
>As soon as you get to Sunset's door you pause and take a deep breath 
>Just knock, it's a simple action
>Just raise your hand, curl your fingers into a fist, and knock on the door
>Your breath comes out in a ragged burst
>Why are you so nervous 
>It's just Sunset's apartment 
>Which you’ve never been in before 
>A small part of your mind wonders what the inside will look like
>Will it be mostly empty
>Perhaps with a lonely TV
>Almost a minute of deep breaths and psyching yourself up passes before you have the nerve to knock

>Be Sunset
>Just as you’re about to finish putting away the last of your clean clothes, you hear a loud knocking at your door
>Dread fills you as you shoot a glance at the clock on your nightstand 
>The small screen there, glowing a deep amber, reads “9:00 AM”
>It must be Anon
>You tear your eyes away from the clock and look at the last piece of clothing in your hands
>A scandalously short pair of lacy shorts that Rarity gave you along with a matching, and equally skimpy, top that was some form of sleepwear 
>It was /supposedly/ a gag gift, as she had given all the other girls similar sultry unmentionables 
>But a small part of you believes it's revenge for the smear campaign you ran against her for last year's Spring Fling
>The one where you made her look like a slut, you remind yourself 
>A second round of knocking smashes the silence
“Coming!”
>You quickly stash it in your underwear drawer and rush down from your loft to the door
>Your hands shuddering in nervousness and excitement, you open the door
>Standing on the other side is Anon, looking like he just got caught trying to sneak into Harshwhinny’s class late
>His hands are clutching a pair of slightly steaming paper cups and a bag with the Sugarcube Corner logo that Pinkie spent weeks designing for the owners
>You plaster a grin on your face that you think looks convincingly not-at-all nervous 
“Well, come on in, before that gets any colder.”
>Anon’s face flushes in a way that's cute and endearing
>As he walks in you carefully close the door behind him 
>”Sorry about earlier. I’d normally be more than happy to have you over, but my parents don't want me having guests if they aren't there.”
>That catches you off guard
“But going over to other people's homes is just fine?”
>Anon flinches, and with the look on his face he reminds you of a kicked puppy
>It's easy to forget sometimes that you're Anon’s first real girlfriend 
>And that you used to be the supreme bitch of CHS
>Subconsciously you reach out for his hand, rubbing his knuckles reassuringly 
>”Yeah, Dad uh, doesn't like the idea of people snooping around his room.”
>A genuine laugh leaves your lips, not the forced mean laughs you used to do, but one full of mirth
>At that Anon laughs as well
>”Seriously! He even told me not to get you pregnant”
>You blush profusely as that last part slips out of Anon’s mouth
>To his credit, Anon catches on and immediately changes the subject
>”Right, so, uh… I um… I brought breakfast.”
>He waves at the coffee table where he placed the coffee and bag of sweets
>You snatch the cup at the implied offer if only to have something to do with your hands
>The moment you do the lovely smell of coffee, vanilla, and cream hits you
”Mmm, I really need this.”
>Though it's not quite as scalding as a fresh cup would be, you still take slow, small sips
>The warmth and caffeine go a long way toward soothing your nerves
>Anon, for his part fishes out an apple fritter and begins to chow down 
“So, Anon, do you want to watch a movie or…?”
>You glance over your shoulder at the TV
>”A movie sounds lovely.”
>You turn your head back to Anon and smile
“I have the perfect one!”
>Luckily you were already watching the perfect movie last night

>Be Anon
>The movie Sunset picked out was How the Grinch Stole Christmas 
>As she starts it Sunset hums a little
>You don't instantly recognize the song, but it does sound nice
>As soon as she's got it started, Sunset sits down on the couch and snuggles up to you
>”Pinkie Pie showed me this one last week. I really like it.”
>You smile at that
“It's a classic. Dad watches it every year. Along with the Nightmare before Christmas.”
>Sunset looks at you in confusion
>”Is that some kind of holiday-themed horror movie?”
>Chuckling, you plant a kiss on Sunset’s head
“No, it's not. If you want, we can watch it after this.”
>Sunset smiles at you
>”I’d like that.”