>You are Anonymous Blush.
>The alarm on your phone blares in your ear which rips you from your sleep.
>Due to this, you shrieked with fright and leaped as fast as you could out of bed;
>Right into your sister as she was coming up the stairs.
>Due to your size difference, she merely bounces off of you and nearly starts stumbling down the steps.
>However, you waste no time grabbing her and pulling her up before she does.
>You barely catch the fear in her eyes before it turns to fury.
>"Jesus fucking Christ Anon! What the fuck?!"
>Her hand grasps her modest chest trying to get her bearings.
>She's dressed in a pair of short shorts and her normal sweater.
>Before she can berate you further, your attentions are drawn back to your room.
>You didn't turn off your phone alarm.
>The blaring ringing causes your minor hangover to manifest a massive headache.
>And you find yourself cringing at all the sudden sensory stimulation.
>As nerdy as that sounded, it didn't excuse the fact you were a degenerate.
>"You're a fucking degenerate, Anon. Put some pants on and wake the fuck up."
>She says in her normal quiet tone as she walks into your room, turns off your phone, and throws a green pair of pants at you.
>This time, however, you're able to grab the pants and put them over your boxers.
"Yeah... Yeah WallDyke, I'm fucking up."
>You say with a slight grin as you throw your pants back at her surprised face with a little too much strength.
>She goes tumbling down onto the floor in your room from shock.
>You place your hand over your eyes as you walk towards the bathroom.
>Because you couldn't give less of a fuck.
>Or at least that was what you wanted to convey to her.
>You can practically feel her fuming with rage right now.
>And it filled you with a childish delight.
>You were proud of your sister being so aggressive and forward.
>You make it to the door just as Wallflower comes running towards you.
>Closing and locking the door, you feel it vibrate as her fist makes contact. 

>"Anon, you fucking asshole! Wait till I get my fucking hands on you, you dirty fag!"
>Deciding that you've had enough fun, you attempt to defuse the situation. 
"Well, it's whatever. What's up? I thought you were spending the night at Sunset's?"
>You say as you begin to remove your boxers and stretch in the bathroom.
>You weren't particularly physically active, but you did enjoy stretching.
>Released a lot of tension after all.
>You can hear her sigh with exasperation behind the door.
>"I did, and I came home. It's like 2 in the afternoon, Anon."
>She says curtly
>You turn on the shower with hot water and begin to adjust the temperature before stepping in.
"Hmmmm...."
>You say with comically emphasis in order to be heard over the torrent of water.
>Despite the fact you were still hungover.
"Well, I see no problem with it. We don't have school until tomorrow."
>The water coursing through your hair feels frankly magical.
>"You're such a mess Anon; it's the last day before the start of our senior year."
>Lathering the soap into your hair, you still for some reason attempt to maintain conversation.
"How did it go? Anything interesting happen?"
>There is a slight pause before she answers.
>"I'll tell you when you get downstairs. I just ordered pizza, so it should be here when you're out of the shower."
>Swearing that she is a godsend, you yell out your gratitude.
"Thanks FlowaPowa!"
>The lack of answer confirms that she's blushing with embarrassment.
>But is probably not going to attack you when you come downstairs.
>Finishing your shower doesn't take long.
>As you exit the bathroom, the water clings to you making you shiver involuntarily as you exit.
>The smell of soap and hot air is replaced with the cold air of your air-conditioned home and the aroma of hot pizza 
>You feel your head start to pound as your mouth starts to water.
>Not even the pain you feel will void your love of pizza.

>You dress quickly, putting on the green pants you had thrown at Wallflower, you begin to march downstairs.
>Being careful as to not fall down the stairs like Wallflower nearly had.
>The steps were somewhat steep and it didn't help that the steps were of a circular pathway.
>This produced great difficulties in intoxicated stupor.
>As ascent was neigh impossible, let alone descent.
>Yet all worry and uncertainty are washed away with the simplistic desire for one's own bed.
>Luckily for you, you weren't even that hungover.
>The open area of your living room was enough for multiple people to comfortably walk through.
>There existed a corner wall which was aligned with one couch and directly across from it sat a flat-screen television.
>To its right, a small but lavish kitchen which was only ever used for your dishes.
>Wallflower is tucked away in the corner of the couch with a blanket watching a random anime.
>It wasn't really something that sparked particularly enjoyment, but it was tolerable.
>You also didn't know if she was fully cool yet either
>Taking a few slices of pizza and a plate from the kitchen counter, you take a seat on the other side of Wallflower.
>Which puts a distance of about 2 meters between the 2 of you.
>There isn't any speech for the first few minutes.
>Both of you were content with simply focusing on your food.
>Neither of you believed in the social aspect of eating food anyway.
>However, your curiosity over your sister's social life was insatiable.
>You hated the thought of her being lonely, so whenever she hung out with others, it was a moment of accomplishment in your eyes.
"So, what happened? Anything that I should know about?"
>"N-nothing really... We just watched movies and stuff..."
>The shyness of that answer fills you with suspicion
>You enjoy Sunset Shimmer's company, but you also shared in your sister's past skepticism of her reforming.
>And if you were honest with yourself, you were still skeptical.

>You let yourself recline into the couch.
>And you close your eyes taking in a deep breath.
"I see, glad that you're having fun then."
>Despite your suspicions, you care more for your sister's privacy.
>So you naturally try to shift the conversation to a lighter note.
"Pinkie dared me into eating a ghost pepper last night."
>She turns around to face you and raises an eyebrow.
>"Is that supposed to impress me?"
>You chuckle snort at that despite the headache.
"You wouldn't be talking smack if you had it. It was hell going down and coming up."
>She cringes with disgust at that comment.
>"You're disgusting. We're eating here!"
>Despite the obvious look of disgust, you catch the glint of enjoyment in her eyes
>And a smug grin adorns your lips.
"Shit don't bother me none. You're just too much of a pussy."
>You say chuckling
>The two of you seemed to be of two completely different worlds.
>You were far more outgoing than your sister and your less formal speech was an indication of that.
>She was a quiet introvert that spoke softly, but with great clarity.
>Before you could drift further into comparison, your attention is brought back to your sister.
>Her green wavy locks flow elegantly down her figure and rest at the small of her back.
>She turned to face you and you gazed into her calming brown eyes.
>Everything felt serene in this moment.
>Her face was alight with mischief as she slowly began to approach you.
>"Oh, I'm a pussy huh?"
>She then reaches into her pocket;
>Revealing the form of a cockroach.
>Your heart rate instantly spikes and you quickly try to create distance.
>However, Wallflower was prepared for this, and leaped at you before you could react.
>For the second time since you woke up, you were yelled with fright.
>All the while your sister had a sinister grin adorning her face.
"Not fucking cool, Wallflower!"
>You yell despite the pain you feel.
>She giggles softly as she puts the roach back into her pocket.
>Which gives it away as a fake.

"Where the fuck did you even get that?"
>This causes her to smile coyly at you.
>"Oh nowhere, just out in the garden is all."
>The anger and fear has mostly dissipated from you.
>However, you still pretend to be angry.
"I'm hungover, not stupid. Who gave you that fake roach?"
>She giggles again before speaking.
>"I'm pretty sure those are mutually exclusive terms."
>That causes you to chuckle lightly.
>You stand up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen counter.
>Your gaze finds itself upon the slightly parted curtains of the massive window that was next to the front door.
>Beams of afternoon sunlight came streaming in, illuminating the room slightly.
>Grabbing a particularly cheesy slice of pizza, you turn back to your sister.
"So, anything in particular you want to do today?"
>Her face contorts into a shocked expression.
>"I thought you'd be going to another party tonight."
>She says somewhat dejectedly as she sits back down on the couch
>You smile warmly at her.
"Nah, that's what yesterday was for. Pinkie wanted to spend time with her family before she went back to school."
>A small embarrassed blush comes across Wallflower's face as she smiles shyly looking away from you.
>"Thank you, Anon. That means a lot to me."
"It's no problem, FlowaPowa."
>She giggles at the nickname you had given her.
>It was something that developed when you were kids.
>You got her pretending she was a superhero that could make the plants grow super large and attack bad guys.
>And it had stuck with you ever since.
>"I was thinking... Maybe we could go for a walk in the Backwoods?
>You raise an eyebrow at this.
"I thought you didn't like the thought of drugs?"
>She shakes her head dismissively.
>"I don't, but those woods are kinda fun to explore. I've been wanting to go back again."
>Your curiosity only continues to grow.
"How did you even find it?"
>You say as you begin to shake off the remnant of your fatigue and start stretching

>"I followed you and Flash a few weeks ago. I wanted to see where you were going, and I ended up spending hours in those woods."
>This fills you with a mixed feelings.
>On the one hand, you're happy that she seemingly hasn't decided to tell your parents.
>But on the other, you're disappointed in yourself for not noticing that she was following you.
"I see."
>You say after a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say next.
>Deciding that you wanted this to be a drama free day, you again move to a lighter note.
"So what areas did you end up exploring? Did you find the lake near the hill?"
>She looks intrigued at those words
>"No, I didn't actually. Do you think that we can go there?"
>You ponder it over for a moment.
"Hmmm, it should be fine. I doubt anyone is out that far anyway, so we'll probably have it to ourselves."
>Standing up with a stretch of her own, Wallflower starts walking towards the front door.
>Not needing any further instruction, you join her in putting on your shoes.
>The two of you walk of the house in silence;
>And you take in your surroundings.
>You lived in a very scenic suburb on the edge of town.
>Not far from where you lived was vast open wilderness and plenty of places to explore.
>It was something both you and Wallflower partook in while you were young.
>Though she was never as enthusiastically involved with it in the degree you were, preferring the cultivated beauty of gardens.
>The various trees that covered the neighbourhood created a shady canopy only intermittently interrupted by parted leaves allowing sunlight to flow through.
>The air was hot and humid, a familiar feeling for this area. 
>Without your knowledge, your sister had walked towards the edge of the driveway
>"You coming, Anon?"
>Shaking your head to break out of the trance, you join her walking down the sidewalk
>Most of your neighbours were still at work, so the street was mostly desolate of activity
>Save for the occasional old person or teen in their yards.

>You went through the walk making idle chatter.
>Wallflower would sometimes point out a specific type of flower growing in the neighbour's yard.
>Your sister was certainly a competent botanist; as she was able to name many species of plants from just passing by.
>She was also able to describe unique features in their biology, mainly selectively bred traits in the case of grass and such. 
>When you came upon a house with a flowerbed, she'd stop and start pointing out every flower.
>It was interesting, but the whole scope of it was beyond your understanding.
>The hard sciences were not of particular interest to you.
>You instead preferred to study the nature of the human condition.
>Yet you followed along and responded when you could.
>The two of you make it to the outskirts of Applejack's farm.
>Further past it were the outskirts of The Backwoods.
>Of course, it had an official name, but you were always of the opinion that things ought to be named for what they're for.
>And those woods, in the end, were where everyone went to get high.
>The sight of Applejack's farm suddenly begins the onset of a particular memory.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aj3n-8OK-gA
"Man in the gift shop called me a fag."
>Before you even know it, you were singing along to the song. 
>Wallflower snorts suddenly, which startles you.
>"What?"
>Your head buzzes, but you can easily comprehend the look of amusement on your face.
"It's from a song, lmao."
>You say trying to nonchalantly diffuse the situation
>She looks somewhat disappointed in you, before her smirk returns.
>"Only fags pronounce acronyms." 
>You can't help but roll your eyes, no matter how badly she got your ass. 
>As you make it closer to the farm, you spot the aforementioned farm girl.
>From the looks of it, she looked about as wrecked as you.
>You just hope she wasn't dumb enough to try driving home like that. 
>"Hey Applejack!"
>Her shouting causes you both to cringe with pain.