A Place Where The Sun Might Shine Upon Me

Chapters

This Sucks
Strange Words
The Guest
Friends
A Promise Made
Stay
Returning Memories
The Following Morning
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This Sucks

My life sucks.

Not really a good way to start eh? Well, get used to it. Cause you're gonna hear it a lot.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my life freaking sucks. I hate my job, I hate the people working with me at my job, I hate my manager. Hell, I hate all of it. Everything. Even the city of Canterlot, and everyone in it.

Come now man-- you might say --surely it isn't really that bad. I mean, you are living in Canterlot! Do you have any idea, how many people can only dream of living there?

No, I don't. In fact, I don't care. Just because a lot of people are saying it, does not mean that it is true. Ever since moving here, my life has been nothing but pure, raw suckyness. I mean, what was I thinking? I decided not to go to college. I thought living the free-from-education life would suit me just fine. A life where you don't need any more education, a life with no more textbooks to read or assignments to hand in. It was going to be smooth sailing from here on out.

I was wrong. So wrong.

Now here I am, a 20 year old, working at a MacHoofins fast food restaurant. Standing next to a cash register and greeting people with the same stupid lines I have been repeating over and over again for the past year.

"Good day sir, welcome to MacHoofins. Having here or take away?" At this point in life, my voice is completely deadpanned. I lost the joyous tone that my manager has been always bossing me to use a few months back.

"Yeah, can you get me a--"

Now I don't want to bore you with play-by-play details of my work. Trust me, nothing amazing ever happens. A person walks in, makes an order and pays. That's it. Big Whoop. Life goes on.

"YOU!" Oh great, here we go again. That unmistakeable voice always sent shivers down my spine. And a bucket load of annoyance.

"Yes?" I gave the customer his change and turned around to come face to face with my ugly looking manager. Her face was fat and round. I suspect it was from all those burgers she has been stealing and stuffing her mouth with when no one is looking.

"Did you make that spill at the back?" She jabbed a fat thumb behind her, her spit spraying all over me, and the heavy smell of onions oozing out from her breath confirmed my earlier suspicions.

"No I was here the entir--"

"Go clean it up! NOW!" More onion smelling spit showered me. God, she is disgusting. I gave up arguing with her a long time ago. I rather clean up whatever mess is at the back than standing here listening-- no wait -- being showered with her foul smelling saliva. I hastily left her and headed towards where her chubby thumb was pointed at.

Now, this just sucks.

Some idiot has spilled coke all over the floor. Clearly, not giving a second thought to clean it up. Whatever happened to 'Safety First'?

I could hear my other colleagues snickering behind me. They've always enjoyed seeing me being shouted at by the manager, like I was some sort of freak show. I'm used to it by now. Heck, I've been going through this for an entire year. I'm a pro at getting yelled at.

Now where is that mop?

"YOU!" Here comes that voice again. I've always wondered if the manager remembers my name. Maybe that's why she gave me the nickname 'you'. Heh.

"Why aren't you cleaning?" It wasn't a question. My monkey-like colleagues were snickering again. Stupid baboons.

"I'm on it!" Where is that mop? "I just need to find that stupi--"

"Mop?" A lighter and much sweeter voice came from beside me.

Okay, when I said that I hated everyone working here at MacHoofins, it wasn't entirely true. I might have exaggerated on that a bit. There is one person that I still find tolerable.

"Thanks Sunset Shimmer," I grabbed the mop she was holding out towards me. "You've save my butt yet again."

She giggled. Did I said tolerable? I mean adorable.

"Any time." She left me with the mop and proceeded to clear and wipe the tables out front.

Now, if you're still here with me, let me give you a brief introduction about this girl. Sunset Shimmer, 17 years of age, studying at Canterlot High School, and currently working here part-time at MacHoofins. Why? You might ask.

Heck if I know.

Now, Sunset Shimmer is a really nice person, and kind. She's so nice, in fact, that whenever the manager talks to her, the manager actually smiles, not that smiling makes her any less ugly. And the manager never smiles.

Anyway, Sunset Shimmer applied to work here from the beginning of my second year here. She's a quick learner, a hard worker even though she is only here as a part-timer, and a polite person as well. We don't talk a lot with each other, besides work stuff. But at least she treats me much better than everyone else here has.

And yes, I might have the teeniest bit of a crush on her. I mean she is quite pretty. And adorable. And pretty. Did I said she was pretty?

Okay, so my job doesn't really sucks that bad. I mean, at least its much more tolerable than before she got here. I tried to take a quick peek at her.

But, boom, straight in my face is the last person I would ever think of peeking on.

"CLEAN UP THIS MESS!!" Yup, its my manager.

* * * * * *

Finally, my shift is over. I can leave the fat lady's rule and return to my crappy apartment. Not that I look forward to it much. I still have to do the same thing all over again tomorrow. I shivered at the thought.

I locked my locker and slung my bag over my shoulder, heading for the welcoming dim green light of the words 'EXIT' above the door. It was around 11 pm, but the streets were still busy with life.

Bah, Canterlot and its night life. What's so great about that? I made my way slowly down the path leading towards my apartment. Ignoring the chatter and laughters of passers-by. I wanted to get back home as quickly as I can. Maybe have a cider or two, and get whatever rest I could before waking up the next day and returning to MacHoofins.

"OOF!!" I felt someone bumped into me. Hard. A bunch of books fell to the ground as I regained my balance, staring at the girl who had her butt on the ground. The crimson coloured hair and yellow stripes caught my attention. It seems familiar somehow.

"Oooh..." The sound of the girl's voice refreshed my memory almost instantly.

"Sunset Shimmer?" She looked up at me, rubbing her thigh. The lights from a nearby lamppost was reflected in her cyan coloured eyes. God, she is so pretty, even if she has fallen down because I've bumped into-- Crap.

"A-are you all right?" I offered my hand to her. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"I-I'm fine, thanks." She took my hand, and I tried to gently pull her up. Not easy. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I was so focused on my books that I wasn't looking up."

We both stared at the books on the ground. I quickly kneel down and began picking up her books. She did the same, but we were so close to each other that she head-butted me on the way down. I groaned in pain, rubbing where she had struck me.

"S-Sorry!" Sunset Shimmer cried, massaging her own head. It was impossible to not accept her apology. I grinned a little.

There was a book about science, and something about history, But I wasn't really paying attention to the books anyway. I held the books as she piled them on my arms. There was at least 5 books.

"Were you studying?" I asked her, she nodded, smiling softly.

"Yes, we have a test that is coming up soon at Canterlot High. I wanted to cram in whatever I can whenever I get the chance."

I know that Sunset Shimmer was still a student studying at Canterlot High, but damn, to be studying, working and then studying again right after work. This girl means business.

"That's impressive." I told her, not knowing why I did so. I handed her books back.

"Thanks!" Our fingers brushed each other for a moment. And I was suddenly filled with a sudden jolt. Like a shock. We stood there awkwardly for a moment. My hands in my pockets and hers under her books.

"Y-yeah, looks like is my turn to save your butt huh?" That, my friends, is one of the dumbest things I have ever said to Sunset Shimmer. She stared at me blankly. "You know--" I continued "because your books-- never mind." Better cut it short or risk sounding like an idiot.

She remained silent, glancing back and forth at her books and me. "Well..." she began. A wave of relief washed over me for some reason.

"Yeah." Damn it, I wish I could come up with something better to say. Well, I could but it's not something that you say to a girl. Or anyone else. I'm just gonna shut up now.

"See you tomorrow!" Sunset Shimmer gave me a wobbly wave with one hand, balancing her books with the other, and went the opposite direction. I waved at her back. Feeling more stupider by the second. Oh well.

I was about to continue on my journey home, when something else caught my eye. There was another book on the ground. Surprising, I know. I mean the book was like just right there, and yet we both failed to noticed it. I bent down and picked up the book, I quickly turned around, wanting to call out to Sunset Shimmer, but she was long gone.

Meh, I can give it back to her at work tomorrow. I glanced at the book. It was a hardcover book, and brown, the spine is also brown, but with two thick golden lines one each near the top and bottom. The front cover was a bit different though, I mean, yeah it is brown too, but it has a weird sun looking thing in the middle. One part of the sun's flames were yellow, while the other side was red. And between the two flames was a yin-yang, the bottom red, and the top dark yellow.

Weird.

But, whatever, the book is not mine and whatever taste Sunset Shimmer has for books, it is strictly her business. I'm not even sure if this is hers. Couldn't hurt to ask though.

So tucking the book into my bag, I resumed my quest to return home and grab a bottle of apple cider. Tomorrow, everything will began exactly the same once again. And that really sucks. To see my manager's mug again. To greet the customers with the same dumb lines. Great, just great.

Here, in the city of Canterlot, people will tell you that a lot of amazing things will happen here, it is a place where your dreams can come true! And that it is also a place where you can find your true love. Yeah, no, I don't think so. It sucks.

Or so I thought.

Author's Note

It's been a while since I last typed anything. We shall see how this goes, hopefully I might stick to this one. Please enjoy!

Strange Words

I don't like my place.

My apartment is in such a bad shape, it might actually pass as a haunted place. The wallpapers are peeling itself out, the floorboards are creaking-- oh, and that awful smell that engulfs my entire place. Kinda like a mixture of sweaty old ladies and dead cats. I turned on the light -- a single light bulb in the middle -- which only gave the place a dim glow. Aaaannnnd it's flickering. Great.

I don't have a television, which is fine. I don't watch it often any way. I do have a portable radio, which is pointless, cause I don't use it at all. I also have a cupboard which no longer have its doors, so my clothes and unmentionables are all visible. Meh.

I grabbed a bottle of cider from my tiny fridge and sat down on my squeaky bed. The mattress has holes in it, and I have just the one pillow. No blankets. What a great way to go to sleep.

Still, despite living in such poor conditions, it is definitely much better than when I was staying with my uncle.

Oh wait, you don't know about that right? I was so busy complaining about work and other stuff, that I didn't even had the chance to properly tell you about myself fully. Whelp, now's as good a time as any.

Both my parents died when I was just a small boy. I was probably around 6 years old I think. I don't feel sad though. I can't seem to remember anything about them. No memory of taking walks together at the park, no memory of them smiling down at me. Nothing. They were just 'My Parents' but only in words.

I don't know how they died, nor was I ever told by anyone who did knew. All I know is that --after their passing-- I was immediately sent to stay with my uncle. My father's older brother. And boy, I hated him. He paid for my studies, and he put food on the table. But my uncle was a very abusive man.

When I was still studying in elementary school, I've always dreaded returning home after school. My entire body would tremble violently as I neared the door of his house. There was no family love, just beatings. My uncle would smack me in the face whenever I returned home, demanding loudly at me to do my chores. I was only allowed to eat after everything was done. Even during meals there was no break. He would always tell me to be grateful that he decided to take me in instead of leaving me on the streets to fend for myself. He mocked me, degraded me, and beat me whenever he felt like it.

I'll admit, I was terrified of him as a kid. But as the years went by, the fear slowly became courage. I started becoming rebellious, sometimes even having a shouting match with him. I was no longer afraid of his beatings. His words were also doing little to no effect on me. I was sick and tired of him, I wanted to leave, to run away, putting as much distance as I can between him and me.

I wanted to be free.

Now, under any normal circumstances most kids will be broken and left with a horrible trauma. Guess I was lucky I wasn't normal.

When I was nearing the end of my high school years, I came up with a plan. I would run away. Grab a ticket and hop on the earliest bus leaving for Canterlot. I would be free of my horrible life with my uncle. He wouldn't mind if I disappeared any way. He didn't care. He wouldn't.

There was one problem at the time though, I did not have a lot of cash on me. A bus ticket wasn't that expensive, but I would definitely need the extra money for other essentials. So I did odd jobs. A 17 year old, trying to earn some extra buck. I said nothing about the matter to my uncle though. He would've taken my hard earned cash for his own greedy needs.

But earning money through odd jobs wasn't exactly rewarding. The pay I usually got was enough for chicken feed. And I needed a lot. So, my plan to leave after graduating got delayed.

A year and a half had passed, when I finally got enough money to which I believed would help me survive living in Canterlot. I was very naive back then. I've read magazines and heard people talking away about the city of Canterlot. And-- to be honest --back then, it seemed like an ideal place to go. So, on one cold early tuesday morning. I grabbed my bags and left my uncle's house. I did not look back.

Aaaannnd that brings us back here, in my crappy apartment. Two years since I left that house. I do no regret leaving, but I kinda regret coming here. But then again, my life would still suck even if I continued to stay with my uncle.

I've always had a hard time looking at things positively. Let's say you're given a glass of water, but with the water only filled half-way. There are many people who would say that the glass is half-full, and others who might say that the glass is half-empty. Me? Forget the water, I just want cider.

BZZZZZZTTTTTTT

What the heck?

BZZZZZZZTTTTTT

It sounded like something vibrating. Loudly.

BZZZZZZZZTTTTT

It was coming from my bag. I lowered my empty bottle and unzipped my bag.

Man, talk about weird.

The book that I've picked up was vibrating violently in my bag, and it's glowing. Pink! I stared at it for a couple more seconds, as it continued to vibrate and glow.

Now, in ALL my experience, when it comes to dealing with books none of them, I repeat, NONE of them vibrates or glows. I mean, is this some sort of new technology that is being installed into books to remind students that they should be studying? No, wait. Is this book even a textbook?

I fished the book out with both my fingers pinching its cover, like I was afraid it might explode or worse.

BZZZZZZTTTT

The sudden vibration caught me by surprise. I let go of the book, like a girl would letting go of a worm. The book then landed on top of my bed, opened. I inched closer to the opened book, trying to take a peek into its contents. There was a lot of squiggly looking lines in its pages, some of them forming into strange markings which I have never seen before. I slowly flipped a page. More lines and markings. Were these supposed to be words?

Wait. A. Minute. Books like these can only mean one thing.

Holy crap, if this is indeed Sunset Shimmer's book, does that mean she is in some sort of cult? Is this some sort of secret language which only those in the cult know about? What kind of cult is it? And why is Sunset Shimmer in it? That symbol on the front cover must be their gang sign.

Oh no.

What if this book was not supposed to be seen by outsiders? What if the cult is very secretive, and protective of their secrets? They might get angry, and send their minions out to find whoever possesses it. What if Sunset Shimmer was actually the cult's leader? She might have to kill me if I returned this book back to her!

No, no, you're over thinking this man, Sunset Shimmer? A cult leader? No way. Not her.

Oh please not her.

Just to be sure, I continued to flip through the pages. The book had stopped vibrating, but one of it pages was still glowing. As I got closer and closer to the glowing page, the markings and lines were written less and less. In fact, soon the pages were actually written down with comprehensible words. English.

'Dear Princess Twilight, How are you? Everything is going well here in Canterlot High. The gang misses you a lot. If you ever have the time, please come and visit us! Your friend, Sunset Shimmer.'

'Dear Princess Twilight, Thank you for your last advice, It really helped me a lot. I wasn't sure if I could've overcome the problem. But thanks to you, I've learnt an important lesson...'

'Dear Princess Twilight, I've kept an eye out for the sirens as you requested, but it has been 5 months since the battle of the bands. Still no signs of them. Did they simply just vanished? I'm not sure...'

Dear Twilight, Pinkie Pie is going to have a party to celebrate Rainbow Dash's birthday! We really hope you can come and celebrate along with us. I hope you are not overwhelmed with princess duties. Remember, some times, you need to relax! Your friend, Sunset Shimmer.'

I skipped parts of some messages that I was reading. From what I could gather, this book seems to be something Sunset Shimmer uses to write to a close friend of hers. Princess Twilight? What? A princess? Really?

I know I shouldn't be reading someone else's messages, but man, theses messages are just off. Sirens? Ponies? Friendship Rainbow Kingdom? Was Sunset Shimmer and her friend high on something? The more I read these, the more freaked out I am by it. My image of Sunset Shimmer is slowly getting messed up.

I reached the page that was glowing. I wasn't expecting anything. But I sure wasn't expecting this

On the faintly glowing page were words that was slowly being written down. Except, there was no one was holding a pen writing on it. Not me at least.

An invisible hand!? Okay, something is really messed up here. I slowly and cautiously read the words that was being written down. As if expecting the words to suddenly come to life and bite me on the nose.

'Sunset? Are you there? I need your help! Twilight Sparkle.'

Author's Note

Here is the next chapter folks! I would love to know what you guys think, maybe give me some tips and pointers to help me out? Anyway please enjoy reading this!

The Guest

What. The. Hell.

Words just started to appear on the book, asking for help! How is one supposed to react to this? I've never experience anything like this. Never. Sure, I've seen my fair share of weirdness now and then. But this, this my friends, is different. Waaaaayyyyy different.

'Twilight Sparkle' That name that Sunset Shimmer keeps writing to. Who is she? Or rather, What? I hope she's not some mythical monster that Sunset Shimmer is worshipping. No, no, no, wait. Mythical monsters don't ask for help. Not that I know any that does anyhow.

What ever happened to texting? Does the both of them not have a cellphone? Why use this strange book? The more I think about it, the more Sunset Shimmer seems to be an evil, crazed witch in my mind's eye. Writing in her strange words to the rest of her coven, plotting their next brewing meet.

No, no, no. Impossible. I mean come on, Sunset Shimmer? There has to be an explanation to this. I glanced back at the book.

The page from the book had started to glow again. The words that were previously written had mysteriously vanish, as if they sunk into the page itself. Instead, new words appeared.

'Sunset! Are you there? Please! It is imperative that you lend me your assistance! Twilight Sparkle.'

Imper-- what? Now, before you judge, I am not a dumb person. I did well in my school days. But I tend to stick to words in which I use daily, like 'You' or 'Hello' not words like this 'imp' thing. Just stay and wait here, I'm gonna grab a dictionary.

* * * * * *

Right, imperative. It means 'Of vital importance' in case you were wondering. So, this Twilight needs help from Sunset Shimmer. But the book is with me. And I won't be seeing Sunset Shimmer until tomorrow evening during her shift. Crap. What a pickle.

The words had vanished again, this time only 3 words came.

'I need you.'

I raised an eyebrow. Now, if you're thinking what I'm thinking. You have a pretty good idea what I'm thinking about.

Yup, another bottle of cider. I made my way towards my fridge.

My chilled beverage sure did the trick, it freshened me up. Without realising, I've began to pace around my apartment, cider in hand.

What should I do? Should I call Sunset Shimmer?

Wait, wait. No contact info. Scratch that.

Maybe just ignore the book? Hide it somewhere and pretend that it doesn't exist?

No, the vibration from the book alone will bug me endlessly.

Write a reply? I stopped in my tracks. Heh. Why not. I quickly drank what's left in my bottle and went digging about for a pen or pencil. Have you ever had those moments when you need something, and it somehow magically disappears? Even when you know that you have it? This is one of them.

With luck, I manage to find a pen with its cap missing. I hope there is still ink. I stared at the words 'I need you.' as I pondered on what I should write down. Maybe an introduction? Or just a simple greeting?

I lowered my pen, ready to write. When something else popped into my brain. I let the pen hover above the paper. I've just remember something. Something I would normally wave away in a normal situation. But this ain't normal. It's off the charts! When I was younger, I remembered reading a novel, where this wizard kid found a diary in a bathroom. When he decided to write something in it, his words sunk into the page and someone else actually replied. What happens after that, however, was pretty messed up.

What if this book has its own sinister scheme, waiting to be hatched? What if... this book was... CURSED?.

I lifted my pen back up. Staring at the 3 words.

'I need you.'

Screw it.

I began to scribble on the page. Yes, my handwriting is extremely horrific. I admit. Go fudge yourself.

'Hi. This may sound weird, but Sunset Shimmer is currently not available. Please try again later.' Great, I feel like those annoying voices you hear every time the other side doesn't pick up your call.

'Sorry, didn't mean to write something like that. Sunset Shimmer accidentally dropped this book and I'm currently holding on to it.'

Yeah, that feels much better.

I watched in amazement as my words shined and vanished. Like as if some magical invisible eraser came and rubbed the words away. I continued to stare at it, when the page suddenly glowed. Words began to flow out, and by the way it was written. It seems to be in a hurry.

'Sunset dropped the book? Oh dear sweet Celestia, what am I gonna do? Who are you? Are you one of her friends from CHS?'

'No,' I wrote back, surprised at my own sudden interest in writing back. When only moments ago I was terrified of even being near the book. 'I'm one of her co-workers from MacHoofins. On my way back home after my shift, we accidentally bumped into each other. We both didn't noticed this book until much later. To which I picked it up.'

'MacHoofins? What is that?' I gawked at the words in disbelief. How could anyone not know what MacHoofins is?

'A fast food restaurant. Haven't you heard of MacHoofins?'

'Oh! You mean a restaurant where you can go place your order and receive it quickly?' I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Does this person even know what 'Fast-food' means? Does she live under a rock? The words didn't stop there though.

'I've studied that the food served in most fast-food restaurants are not healthy in your world, and are prepared in a most unhygienic manner. You really shouldn't eat too much from places like that. Luckily for us, we don't have any of those in Ponyville. In fact, you won't find any at all in Equestria.'

What?

Let's take a step back. First, I've picked up a book that somehow vibrates and glows. Then, this mysterious glowing, vibrating book has tons of weird lines and markings. Then, it turns out, that someone else has the same exact book and can write you messages, to which you can write back!. And lastly, I'm being told by someone who I completely know nothing about, to not eat in fast-food restaurants, when the person herself never even heard of MacHoofins! And what does she mean 'your world'. Isn't she from earth? Is she living on Mars?

Oh, let us not forget the mention of a place called Ponyville. And Equestria. Which I ALSO never heard about. Yeah so, anyway, just like I've said.

What?

'No! No! No! I shouldn't be writing to you about this. I've completely forgotten about my purpose writing in the first place! Is there anyway you can get Sunset Shimmer for me? It's an emergency!'

'Sorry, but I won't be seeing her until tomorrow evening.'

'No! This can't be happening! I really need her help. Can't you do something? Can't you call her?'

'Would if I could. Maybe I can try helping you out?' Heh, helping a complete stranger by means of chatting via a glowing book. Classic.

'Yes. You can help by giving this book back to Sunset Shimmer! Only she can help me!'

Talk about stubborn. 'But I've said I could only meet her tomorrow evening.'

'How long has it been since you've picked this book up?' I cocked an eyebrow.

'About 20 minutes.'

'Yes! Then can you please go back to where you found this book? And bring it along with you!'

If I could raise my eyebrow any higher, it would touch the ceiling. 'Why?'

'I know Sunset Shimmer! I'm positive that she will be in a panic and be frantically searching for this book if she realizes that she dropped it!'

'Woah, woah. Its nearing midnight. What makes you think she would still be around searching for this book? She could just wait until tomorrow or something.'

'Because she's my friend. And this book is really, really, important to her. Please, whoever you are, I need you to trust me on this.'

I don't know what made me do it. I just did. 'All right.' I shut the book and placed it back into my bag. I slung it over my shoulder and was ready to head out when a sudden clap of thunder rumbled throughout my place. Followed by the unmistakable sound of rain pouring down heavily.

Crap.

I grabbed my umbrella and headed out the door.

* * * * * *

Could this rain get any worse?

A flash of lightning and a thunderous sound answered my question for me. I'll shut up.

The rain was pouring down so heavily that trying to navigate around proved difficult. From what I can see, the streets seems to be deserted, obviously, due to this sudden downpour. I couldn't help but chuckle, I was thinking about the people that were caught in this rain. Unprotected and completely soaked to the bone. Poor fools.

I almost slipped as I got closer and closer towards the place where I found the book. Can what this person, Twilight, wrote be true? I mean, its just a book! Well, a magical book that you can use to chat with someone else. But that's not the point. I just don't want to feel like an idiot walking in this heavy rain, only to discover--

Sunset Shimmer.

There she was, just like Twilight said. She was on the ground on her knees, searching for the book in a frantic way. Her bag and other books laid forgotten beside her, getting soaked by the rain.

Why is this book so important to her? I ran to her as quickly as I could. Trying not to slip and fall.

"Sunset Shimmer!" I called out to her, but she didn't seem to hear me. I picked up her wet, abandoned bag and books, and went to her side.

"Sunset Shimmer!" I tried again. This time she heard me. As I crouched beside her, shielding her with my umbrella, I saw that she was completely soaked. Every inch of her, from hair to boots, was wet. It as if she just jumped into the sea and came straight back up.

But even with the rain pouring down around us, I could tell that she's crying. Her eyes widened as she slowly came to recognize who I was. Her eyes were full of tears and it flowed down her cheeks like a leaky tap. She rubbed her eyes, and smiled weakly at me.

"H-hey, f-f-fancy seeing you here." she said, her voice shaking. She was trying to maintain her smile as more tears began to well up in her eyes.

At that moment. I was so glad I decided to listen to Twilight. If I didn't, Sunset Shimmer would've been here to god knows what time, searching for her precious book in the rain. I was so naive. I've always believed in my own words and thoughts, refusing to accept or listen to others. I almost made that mistake tonight. I understand now that this book is indeed very, very, important to her.

Tears started to fall again from Sunset Shimmer's face. She quickly rubbed her eyes, desperately trying to hide her tears from me. All the while keeping that weak smile on her face.

"I-I don't k-know why these t-tears k-keep fall--"

I hugged her, drawing her closely to my chest. It didn't matter if the water from her wet clothes and hair were being seeped by my dry clothes. All I thought of at that moment, was to be there for her, to protect her, to keep her close.

"It's all right Sunset. Your book is here with me." I hugged her tighter. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."

I felt her hands slowly grabbing onto my shirt, clenching the dry fabric tightly.

She began to cry.

Author's Note

The next chapter! Please let me know what you think and how I can improve this!! Please enjoy!

Friends

Sunset Shimmer hugged her magical book tightly in her arms as we headed back towards my apartment, a light smile on her face. Our shoulders softly brushing against each other as we huddled under the one umbrella. But with all the sudden extra load that I'm carrying, it is not making walking under the rain any much easier.

"Are you sure you don't need my help carrying some of those?" she asked, her voice soft, "They are mine, anyway." I shook my head. I tugged at the bags, trying to slide both of it into a better position on my shoulder. With the extra bag and books, it certainly was a lot of pressure on my shoulder. But you know what they say, sometimes you gotta act like a man. And in situations like these, you gotta take it, man. Must. Not. Show. Weakness!

"It's fine, Sunset Shimmer." I glanced at her and gave her what I hope was a convincing smile. But in reality, my right shoulder was already starting to ache badly. I think it might actually fall off if I don't put the bags down soon.

"At least let me hold the umbrella."

"It's fine." I tighten my grip on the umbrella that I was holding with my left hand.

She didn't listen. Before I could even react, she had taken the umbrella away from me, and stepped in closer to me, our shoulders now sticking to each other. I gotta admit, I was getting nervous. I felt as if my heart rate has increase by ten fold. Calm down man.

We didn't say anything to each other as we continued down the street, our shoes getting considerably more wetter and wetter with each passing minute. I stole a glance at Sunset Shimmer, she was a bit shorter than me, probably by a head. Her book was closely held against her chest with her free arm.

There was little I could do to help dry her, since I only had a small handkerchief, and that did squat. Her hair was a bit drier now at least, so we got that going for us, which is nice.

But she was still shivering. Under all those wet clothes, and walking in this weather, she must be near freezing! But my apartment was not that far away now, just a few more blocks and we'll reach it.

But I have to do something! I'm a man! I can't leave her shaking while I'm comfortable in my own dry-- well, actually rather damp-- clothes!

What do I do? Well, I do have something in mind. I could place my free hand around her shoulder, and pull her close. That way, I can share some of my warmth with her!

But wait, what if she doesn't like it? What if she thinks I'm just some dude trying to take advantage of the situation? I hugged her just now yeah, but that was because back then, it felt right to do it you know? Wouldn't you do the same if you were in my wet, soggy shoes?

But she's shivering! I have to do something! I raised my hand slowly behind her. All you gotta do is just wrap your arm around her and pull her in close. Simple right? My hand hovered above her shoulder. And if she asks, just tell her that you were worried about her! It's now or never! Here I go!

My hand won't budge. Damn it, move!

Maybe I should just leave it there, and hope I can send some heat waves with my hand.

"Hey..." My arm fell silently--but quickly--beside me. There goes my chance. I looked at her.

"Yes?" I hope I don't sound suspicious.

"Thank you." She seemed to be even closer now, without me realising. I might get a heart attack. "For...everything back there." She looked up at me, her lips forming a soft smile.

"It's nothing." Crap. Why am I blushing?

"I don't know what I would do without this book." I glanced at the book. It was quiet. Not vibrating. Not glowing.

"This book is really precious to you huh?" she nodded at my question, hugging the book closer.

"This book, is proof of the strong connection and bond I have with a friend."

"Twilight Sparkle?"

"Yes, Twilig--wait, how do yo--"

"Long story, I'll tell you the whole thing once we are nice and warm inside." We were nearing my place now, thank god, I feel like I might collapse any second. Soon the both of us will be free from the rain, and we'll be in my aparme--

Oh. Crap.

My apartment! I can't let her see my place! I haven't properly clean up the place for quite some time. And I've already made the place even much worse when I was searching for that one pen. I've got to clean up the place!

But wait, I can't ask her to stand outside and wait, she needs to get out of those wet clothes and take a nice hot shower! She'll think I'm a jerk for asking her to stand outside while I rush in to go and clean up the place.

But what other choice do I have? We've already headed up the stairs and was slowly approaching my front door. Save the girl or save your face? Both choices seemed to give me the same end results.

I'm a quick cleaner though, thanks to all those times cleaning up messes at MacHoofins. That's a plus. I might be able to this. I hope.

"Sunset Shimmer." I turned to face her, my back facing the door. "I know I probably shouldn't be saying this. But I need you to stand right here for a few minutes while I clea-- I mean, tidy up my place for a bit." I glanced at her, afraid of what she might say.

There was already a small puddle of water underneath her, soaking the floorboards. She nodded at me without saying a word, and rubbed her hands together to keep them warm. God, I am such a dick.

"Ju--just give me two minutes!" I unlock the door and quickly rush inside, flipping the light switch as I place our bags on a chair that I've never realize was there.

God save me.

My place was a pigsty. I've never paid any attention since I don't normally bring people back. I was quite content with how the place usually was. But now, Sunset Shimmer is just right outside! I have to make the place presentable. I threw away the empty bottles that was laying about everywhere. Picked up the clothes that were also laying about everywhere. Everything was everywhere!

With some luck, I've managed to clean up my apartment. Well, the cleaning you can do in 5 minutes or less anyway. I opened the door and quickly ushered Sunset Shimmer in.

"Sorry it took so long! Please, come in." My voice sounded nervous.

I could tell that she was judging my place, as I lock the door. Please, let her think my place it's okay! Who am I kidding. Even I don't think this is a place you should show to a girl.

She said nothing though, she had returned the umbrella to the umbrella stand to which I also never realize that I have, and was busy searching through her bag for something. I went to grab a dry towel.

"Er, Sunset Shimmer?" I offered her the towel, still trying to figure out what she was looking for.

"Thank you," she took the towel and placed it around her shoulders. "I've got to reply to Twilight. She must be worried sick by now." She pulled out a pen, placed the magic book on the floor and began flipping through the pages. Had she been thinking about replying to her friend all this time on our way back? Wasn't she worried about her own health? Though I would commend her for her loyalty to her friend. You should at least take care of yourself first.

"No. Stop." I knelt down beside her, and grabbed her pen and book away. "Leave the replying to me. You on the other hand, got to use the shower. I know that Twilight is important to you, but I highly doubt she will like it if she knew that you didn't took care of your health first."

"B-but--" She gave me a look so sad I almost wanted to return her book to her. It was like trying to say no to a puppy, and I love puppies. But a person's health is more important. I must steel myself!

"No buts. Bathroom's over there." I supported her with my hands, as we both stood up. "Come on, I'll show you the works."

* * * * * *

The sound of rushing water from the bathroom wasn't calming me down, as it soon slowly began to dawn on me that a girl was currently taking a shower at my place. And not just any girl folks!

Still, I'm still surprised as to the lengths she would go for her book. Is friendship something so strong and important that you will even go through a storm? I can't really say, since I don't really understand the feeling.

Now before you start to feed me with pity, spare me. I did have friends back in school, but none of them to which I would call, 'best friends'. They were just people who I thought proved necessary to know. I mean, I can't do an assignment all on my own, I needed help. So, I became friends with them, but kept a safe distance. And once I graduated, I just sort of didn't care as to what had happened to them.

Friends, bah. Having 'friends' can be an annoyance. Those that call you one, tend to borrow money from you--and never pay--or always ask you for your help in even the simplest of tasks that they clearly are to lazy to do it themselves! They can also betray, hurt, and leave you. A pointless relationship. Some friendships are just meaningless.

Oh don't worry, you, I consider a friend. I mean you have been so nice as to listen to what I have to say, and you've been with me this far. You're cool.

For now.

I stared down at the page. I've already written to Twilight and told her about the entire thing that had happened outside. She was shocked at first, but was thankful that I wasn't to late in reaching Sunset Shimmer.

'I'm glad she's okay! Please, ask her to write to me when she's feeling much better!' Twilight's words appeared on the page, shining for a brief moment.

'I thought you needed her for help?' I wrote back.

'I've managed to solve the problem on my own! And even if the problem still persist, I would only ask for Sunset's help after she's feeling much better.'

'How thoughtful of you.'

'Why, thank you.' I rolled my eyes, clearly she didn't get my insult. I close the book shut, and stretched my arms.

Something was bugging me though, in the back of my head. Like an itch I couldn't reach. I felt like I've forgotten something. Something that has got to do with clothes...

The sudden knock on the bathroom door made me jump. The sound of rushing water had stopped. I headed over and stood next to the bathroom door.

"Yes, Sunset Shimmer?" I asked. Is she okay?

"Erm... I want to thank you for letting me use your shower." I could feel warm air escaping through the gap under the bathroom door.

"It's nothing, really. But...why are you thanking me from inside the bathroom?" That itch I couldn't reach was getting more itchy now.

"Well...er...you see...my clothes are still wet..." Even with the door between us, I could tell that she was blushing.

And?

"I don't have anything else to wear except this towel."

I smacked my forehead so hard, I almost got a concussion. True story. I quickly went to find some clothes for her.

Author's Note

Here you go people!! I really love doing this story! I'm wondering if I should make this a long one, or just keep it sweet and short. Any ways, please enjoy this next instalment!! You guys are awesome!!

A Promise Made

The storm outside had finally calmed down a little. The heavy rain that was pouring an hour ago was now just mere drops, silent, and soft. Thunder can still be heard, but distant, and far.

The sound of fast scribbling filled my apartment, as I gaze at Sunset Shimmer, who was currently busy writing away in her book. She had a smile on her face, one that filled my heart with a certain, I don't know. Longing?

She was dressed in one of my old white t-shirts. It was pretty big for her, given her small frame, as the shirt covered all the way down to her knees. If it wasn't for the grey sweatpants, I would've believed she wasn't wearing anything beneath the shirt. Her once wet clothes were now hanging inside my bathroom, damp. Since I did not own a washing machine, the only washing that can be done was by hand. And no, I did not help her wash her clothes. She wouldn't allowed it. For obvious reasons.

Sunset Shimmer giggled softly, no doubt happy with finally being able to write to her important friend. She was sitting on my bed, the book on her lap. Smiling and giggling every now and then, enjoying her 'chat' with Twilight. I couldn't help but smile myself. Having Sunset Shimmer here, seated on my bed, with that sweet smile on her face, was somehow... peaceful in a way.

From her fiery hair, that seem to shine even the dark, to her cyan coloured eyes. She was absolutely stunning. Even in my dreams, this was not something that I thought would've been possible. And yet, here she is, writing on her book. She brushed a strand of her hair away with her hand, tucking it away nicely behind her ear. Her lips looked soft like marshmallows an---

Oh god, I sound like some crazed psycho. Better snap out of it before I go ga-ga.

Sunset Shimmer shut her book, and placed it on the tiny, wooden bedside table. I never knew I had one of those either. She's only been here for like an hour or so and yet, seem to know my place better than me. I really gotta get to know my place better...man.

I returned my gaze to Sunset Shimmer, only to find that she was staring back at me. Our eyes met, and my cheeks were suddenly filled with a warm and steamy sensation. I darted my eyes away in another direction, finding whatever it is I could lay my eyes on to seem distracted.

She laughed, causing me to look at her. "Do I scare you?" she asked.

"W-w-what? No! You don't scare me! W-wait I mean, erm-- is jus-- well you see--" I took a deep breath. "Ahem... now what makes you say that?"

"Because you've been avoiding eye contact with me every time I look at you."

She was looking at me? I feel a balloon filling up with air inside me. Calm down, man. Breath. Breath deeply. She's right though. I had been avoiding eye contact with her ever since she got out of the shower. But why? Is it because there is a girl at my place, seated on my bed, and dressed in my clothes? Or is the reason because the girl is Sunset Shimmer?

I never had any trouble talking to her, or making eye contact before. So why is it so hard now? Did I lose a pair on the way back? Why do I feel so nervous?

"Erm.."

What if she starts to think I'm weird? Oh no, not her. I've gotta come up with something to say! Something like a...a story! Or maybe a funny joke!

"Hey.."

But what if she hated jokes? Besides from being my co-worker, I know next to nothing about her! Oh man, I'm starting to freak out.

"Hey!' I looked up. She was looking at me with a concerned look on her face. "Are you all right? You seem troubled."

"W-what? Yes! I'm fine. My mind just wandered off for a minute there."

A sudden, loud growling noise filled the room. That's new. This is the first time I actually heard something else in my apartment beside squeak! Crack! and Crap!

"Heh, you have to forgive my place, it usually makes all sorts of weird noises. But this is a fir--" I did not finish my sentence.

Sunset Shimmer was red in the face. She seems to be embarrassed about something, and was hugging her stomach for some reason. One of my eyebrows began to rise up slowly.

"Hey, are you okay Suns--"

The growling noise returned again, this time, muffled. Sunset Shimmer tighten her arms. It didn't took me long to put two and two together.

"Want something to eat?" I asked, with a grin on my face as I stood up.

She replied only with an awkward laugh.

* * * * * *

"So let me get this straight." I swallowed down the last of my noddles before continuing. "You're saying that your friend, Twilight Sparkle, is actually a pony? A real four-legged pony?"

Sunset Shimmer nodded at me, drinking the soup from her cup noodles that I handed her a few minutes ago.

"And that she is a princess, a real actual princess, in a different world, at a place called Ponyville?"

"Of Equestria." Sunset Shimmer blew gently on the noodles dangling from her plastic fork, before shovelling it into her mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh as she chewed and swallowed the nutrition-less noodles. She must've been really hungry.

I set my empty cup of noodles down on the table. "And that there is also a magical portal at your school which directly allows her to visit you at any given time?"

"Ohnly wen sis nut bwsy." Damn, woman. Didn't your mom taught you to never speak with your mouth full? Still, the way she was gobbling down on her noodles was adorable.

"Right," I could feel a headache coming on. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "lets just say for a moment that I actually believe you. Why are you telling me this? Do you normally go about telling everyone about your pony friend?"

"Well...no, of course not." She pointed at the magic book on my bedside table. "She asked me to."

"Twilight asked you to?" Sunset Shimmer nodded.

"She wants to know what your reaction will be in situations like these. To give her a better understanding on how the human mind works. Such as how a test subject will do or react with the given information about a certain species which turns out to be able to talk, dance and sing. While on the contrary, the subject had always believed in--"

What? I let her continue, not wanting to interrupt her. No, actually I was just too scared to say anything.

"Twilight has been very interested in humans ever since she first set hoo-- foot here, and she have always been bombarding me with all sorts of questions about daily human lives, or human anatomy whenever she gets the chance."

What, what, HWAT?

Sunset Shimmer giggled at me. "Don't worry, that's who she is. Though I admit, things can get out of control sometimes."

Okay, steady your breathing man! The girl that you might have feelings for turns out to be friends with a pony! A talking pony! In a different world! Does that mean that there are actually aliens out there? That we are not alone in this universe?

Wait, you don't actually believe her now, do you? I mean, come on, maybe she just have a really imaginative brain. Quite incredible really, thinking about all this stuff about talking ponies, and crowns and kingdoms. Yeah. She's probably just pulling my leg.

Just. Pulling. My leg...right?

"Look... I know this is all very sudden. But Twilight believes that you will be able to handle this. I believe you can too." No! She's giving me that look. The look that says 'I believe in you' look. What do I say? What do I do?

I was starting to hyperventilate. Like I said before, I have seen some weird crap in my time. But tonight? Tonight, my friend, takes the cake. I tried calming down.

"So do I need to swear an oath of secrecy?" My previous thoughts of cults had began reconstructing in my brain.

"Well, I suppose you do. Twilight ask me to ask you to promise to never tell this to anyone else."

Then why tell me in the first place?!

"D-d-d-do I need to cut off a finger or something?" She gave me a confused look, and laughed.

"What? No! What makes you think that?" She pulled her chair closer towards me. "I'll teach you something better than cutting off fingers."

Now I was getting nervous. I may be 20 years old, but I still get scared of stuff like the occult. I've once read a quote from a horror author. 'The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.'

Oh, he have no idea how right he is.

Sunset Shimmer sat facing towards me, our knees barely scraping each other. Having her so near to me, in my now, quiet apartment, caused my fear to vanish instantly. My heartbeat started to accelerate though.

"Er..Sunset Shimmer?"

"You know, you can just call me Sunset." she pouted at me, "Calling me by my full name feels so formal."

"Er...okay...Sunset? What are you doing?"

She smiled mischievously at me. "I am going to teach you the Pinkie promise." She lifted her hand up. "Here, just do what I do."

Cross my heart, she crossed her heart with a finger, And hope to fly, she made some flapping gestures with both her hands, Stick a cupcake in my eye! she held something invisible in her hand, and bought it close to her eye. Once she was finished, she urged me to do the same, her eyes filled with hope and expectations.

I repeated the actions and words, feeling like a little kid. She giggled when I was done. I felt a little embarrassed.

"There! Now that you've made a Pinkie promise, make sure to never ever break it." she said to me, her voice playful. I smiled at her. Despite all that had happened tonight, having her here was comforting, soothing even. I won't say it's the perfect way to get closer to someone. But at least, at this moment, things were going smoot---

My apartment suddenly went dark. That stupid single lightbulb probably died. Both me and Sunset were completely shrouded in darkness. I can't even make heads or tails of my surroundings. I can probably try to reach the bathroom and see if the light there still works. I hope it does. I pray it does.

"Sunset?" I called out. I knew she was just in front of me, but I wanted to make sure. "Sunset? I'm going to get up and hea---"

Something soft, something warm, suddenly came up and hugged me. In my panic, I yelled out in surprise. I tried to push the hugging monster away from me, but its grip on me only grew tighter and stronger. It was only until I felt two soft lumps pressing against my chest that I started to realize that the hugging monster, was in fact Sunset.

Two soft lumps...two soft lumps...

TWO SOFT LUMPS?!

She wasn't wearing any underwear underneath my clothes?! What am I saying, of course not, they're wet and hanging in the bathroom. I could properly feel the texture of those lumps pressing onto my chest. It felt strangely goo--

Stop, stop, stop! Focus man, focus! If you don't keep your cool, your heat is going to be the last thing to rise. I lifted a hand and gently petted on what I hope was Sunset's head.

"Sunset? Is everything all right?" I wanted to shift my seat, but it was impossible to move. Two soft lumps. FOCUS!

"I'm scared." came a quiet voice from underneath my chin.

This is going to be a loooong night.

Author's Note

Whelp, here you are folks! I hope you continue to support me on this story! I would really appreciate the comments and reviews though! I would love to know what you guys think.

I'm also thinking of adding another character to be the protagonist second love interest. What do you think, yay or nay? If yay who should it be?

Love Y'all :ajsmug:

Stay

Hi God, I have a question for you. Is this a test? A test of self-restraint? Because it seems to be a test. A hard one, in fact.

I simply cannot believe the situation I'm currently in right now. Here I am, sitting in the dark, with Sunset Shimmer currently clinging on to me as if her life depended on it. What's a guy supposed to do in a situation like this? Well, I can think of many actually. But none of them seems to be the appropriate choice.

There is one thing I should be doing actually. Light. I gotta find a light source. This darkness is starting to unsettle me. Not because I'm afraid, no. I had my fair share of darkness before. But because I could feel Sunset trembling...and its not because of the cold. I never knew she was the kind of person who was afraid of the dark. Then again, there're plenty of things which I do not know about Sunset Shimmer.

I patted Sunset on the head as gently as I can. Her grip tighten on me. Any tighter than this and my ribs are going to get crushed. My other arm was free though...should I wrap it around her? To give her some sort of comfort maybe? No...just find some source of light.

But how am I suppose to do that? In this position, its actually kinda hard to move around. And to tell you the truth...I'm kinda enjoying this. The sweet smelling fragrance that is coming from Sunset's hair is slowly filling my nostrils. Filling me with feelings of peace, calmness...and...and--

I feel a sudden awakening from beneath my boxers. Crap! The dragon is waking up! If I don't cool myself down now, Sunset gonna feel something poking her. Something hard.

Speaking of things that are har--No! Stop it man! Focus on your objective, find light.

"Sunset?" I felt her face move upwards. I look down. Even in the darkness, I could still see her eyes shining faintly back at me. Or was it watery? I could feel her breath on me. It was soft, moist and warm. "Everything all right?" She didn't reply, but burrowed her face back onto my chest, shaking her head as she does so.

After a moment of silence, to which only the sounds of our breathing can be heard. Sunset spoke up.

"I...I don't do well in the dark." her voice was faint. "I never really like the darkness. It...it scares me." I felt her hands slowly releasing me, moving, and placed against my chest. I gave a silent thanks to the dude upstairs. At least with her hands on my chest, I don't have to worry about the two hills. If you know what I mean.

"Being afraid of the dark is not unusual, you know." This should be the correct thing to say right? I don't do well in this sort of thing. "I mean, I was scared of the dark too."

"Are you still scared?"

I shook my head, instantly realizing how stupid that was. How can she possibly see me shaking my head in the dark? "Nope. There was this trick which I taught myself, years ago, when I was a kid. The fear didn't just vanish in an instant though."

Sunset's hands softly gripped my shirt. "What was the trick?"

My lips made a grin. How long has it been since I use that trick? Memories began to slowly fill my head, reminding me of that day, back at my uncle's house. The day when I decided to immerse myself into the art of---

"Whistling."

"Whistling?" Sunset repeated. I nodded. Again, instantly realizing that the action was pointless.

"Yup, just whistling."

"And that helped you conquer your fear of the dark?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit too eager in my opinion.

"In a way, yes. Do you know how to whistle?"

"I...I never really tried it, no." she replied, sounding downcast. Better think of something.

"Well...whenever I feel scared, be it either in the dark or some spooky thing trying to haunt your dreams. I whistle. Sometimes its tuneless, and other times, its songs that I like. It helps me to relax, to be calm."

Sunset Shimmer stayed silent. Did my technique sounded dumb to her? Its not that bad...right? I mean, whistling is a good way to help you relax. Just like how some people like to read to unwind, or listening to music to calm themselves down. I always whistle when I'm scared. And I whistle a lot, especially during the times I stayed with my uncle---

"Can you whistle something for me?"

The sudden question caught me by surprise.

"S-sorry?"

"Whistle a song for me."

"In the dark?" Wouldn't it be better to just find some light?

"Please?" Damn it! She said the magic word! I can't say no to her now. Not when she needs my whistling skills!

"O...okay..." I cleared my throat. This whole thing suddenly feels like I'm being asked to give a performance in front of a huge audience. Except that there is only 1 person in attendance. I hope I didn't get rusty.

"Here goes..." I took a deep breath, and began to whistle. The song is a favourite of mine. One that I've whistled many times when I was younger. It might be an old song, but it holds a special place in my heart. I was not ready for the next part though.

"Will the circle be unbroken"
"By and by, by and by?"

Her voice was beautiful. I was mesmerized by it. I tried my best to not stop whistling, as we continued through the song, her with her singing, and me with my whistling. When the song came to an end, I could tell that Sunset was feeling more relaxed.

"I didn't know you could sing." was the first thing I said. "That was awesome! How long have you been singing?"

"I-I didn't really started singing until 2 years ago."

"What?! No way. You should have started earlier." It was true, with that voice of hers, I wouldn't be surprised at all if she was a singer.

She didn't say anything. Was it a touchy subject? Oh crap, did I mess up?

"I never really thought about singing," (Safe!) "I mean, I like to listen to music and everything, but singing never really occurred to me."

"So what did made you started singing?" At this question, Sunset giggled, a first, from ever since we lost the light.

"Believe it or not, it was during a battle of the bands at my school."

"No. Way. Seriously?"

"Yup. Seriously. It was during a song. My friends were in a band together and were doing great in the beginning, but then the opposition got the upper hand."

"What happened next?" I sounded like a puppy begging for treats.

"My friends were losing, and just when I thought we had lost, Twilight and my friends called out to me to help them." She gave a soft giggle. "So I did. I didn't really knew what I was doing back then. But it just felt like it was the right thing to do. So, I sang."

"And did you guys win?" I asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"Yup. We kicked butt."

We shared a laugh together. I was glad that Sunset was feeling better. At least, I hope that she is. I opened my mouth to ask her--

"Thank you."

I smiled, feeling glad that I have my answer. "Feeling better?"

"Mmhmm." she replied softly. I felt her resting her head on her hands, her palms warm against my chest. "I'm not as scared as I was before."

"Did my whistling work?"

"In a way, yes." she giggled.

"Would it be all right if I move to find some light?"

Her hands gripped tightly onto me for a moment, but then slowly began to relax. She nodded. I think.

"Okay...lets find your chair."

* * * * * *

After a bit of difficulty moving about, I manage to find a candle. Turns out, the entire building is suffering from a power failure, causing a blackout. Probably from the storm.

I lighted the candle and placed it on the kitchen table. The flame was tiny, but it was enough. At least I could see now. I returned to my seat next to Sunset Shimmer, letting out a sigh as I sat down.

"Finally, some light." I mumbled, giving myself a stretch. I turn to look at Sunset, she was seated quite closely to me. Understandable, given the circumstances. We said nothing, quietly staring at the orange flame. I should say something shouldn't I? I glance over to my clock. Even with the limited light source, I can see the hands on the clock quite clearly. It was almost 1:30 in the morning.

Wait, 1:30 in the morning? How is Sunset going to go home? Well, obviously she can't. There aren't any buses left at this hour. A cab maybe? Nah... too risky. And rather rude. It's as if I wanted her out of my home. But where she's going to stay? Where's she going to sleep?

Oh, right. I'm such an idiot.

"Hey, Suns---" I felt something pressed against me. I turned to find Sunset resting her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed, fast asleep.

I smiled. No, not the creepy kind of smile. You know, just a nice, normal smile. I slowly and carefully adjusted myself lower in my chair, so that her head can have a better position against my shoulder. I made sure she was comfortable, and returned my gaze to the candle. Her soft breathing was very soothing next to me. It was a pleasant feeling, one that I never experience before. I gently rested my head on top of hers. What? Won't you do it? I hope I don't wake her up.

"Stay with me tonight, Sunset Shimmer." I whispered, as my eyelids slowly fall, blocking off the last of the light emanating from the candle, as the sleep master approaches me from it home to greet me with his open arms.

"Goodnight."

Author's Note

I finally got time to do some typing! Work has been killing me!! Well, here you go folks! Hope you enjoy this next chapter! Stay tuned for more!

Returning Memories

Please, don't believe what you see in the movies, or read in romance novels. Having someone sleeping on your shoulder, is actually quite numbing. And uncomfortable. Within minutes after closing my eyes, I immediately re-open them. I can't sleep at all. Not like this.

But she looks so peaceful, another voice popped up in my head, arguing. Surely, you can take something like this? It's not everyday where you actually get the chance to be this close to your crush. I admit, I agree wholeheartedly. This kind of good fortune don't grow on trees you know.

But who am I kidding? If not for me, at least for her. I don't want her to wake up the following morning with neck pains. But if I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna have to do this right. After a deep breath, I slowly, carefully moved my left arm behind her until my hand reached her shoulder, making sure at the same time that her head isn't wobbling about. With my free arm, I gently scooped her from beneath her knees, and lifted her up.

Yeah, I carried her like a princess. An adorable one too. And no, she didn't weight like a feather. Between you and me... she's quite heavy. I tried not to stumble as I made my way towards my bed, praying quietly to myself that Sunset doesn't wake up suddenly.

As I lay her down onto my bed, Sunset mumbled a little in her sleep. D'awww, she's so cute.

I don't own a blanket, but I don't want to leave her unprotected. So, I quickly grabbed my old jacket from my wardrobe and covered her with it. Better than nothing I suppose.

I stood next to the bed for a while, gazing at Sunset Shimmer. Her sleeping face was enough to make me smile. A face with peace drawn all over it.

Some of you might say that it's creepy. Standing there, watching her sleep. Yeah, it actually kinda is.

The candle on the table has melted and was now slowly reaching its waxy end. I can't sleep in the bed now, since it's already occupied. I don't really have a couch either, only chairs. The floor perhaps? Nah... too woody...and hard. I sighed, and sat down on the floor, resting my back on the side of my bed.

My bed made a faint squeaking noise, and I heard Sunset shifting in the bed. At least she's comfortable. I should sleep too. For real this time, without the numbness and stuff.

Pillow-less and blanket-less, I crossed my arms together, and closed my eyes.

* * * * * *

"YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

A huge hand came falling down hard onto my cheek, causing it to turn red instantly. I tried to fight back the tears but to no avail. There was nothing I could do. I could only stand there in my room, dressed only in my underwear. Unmoving because of fear and hatred. Because of him.

"YOU SHOULD DIE LIKE THE FILTH YOUR PARENTS WERE!"

Another hand came, harder than before. My tears flowed mercilessly out of my eyes. I sobbed, as the blows continued to come.

There was no escape from his house. There were only the two of us. No one will come to the rescue. Nobody cared. I was alone. All alone. With no one to turn to. No shoulder to cry on. No body to hug. Nothing. Just me and my abusive uncle.

"SHIT LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE ALIVE!"

More blows. My face was no longer the target, as his hands started hitting me all over. He punched me in the stomach, kicked me in the legs. I wanted to fight back. To run. Flee. But I'm just a kid. I'm pathetic. Weak. Useless. All those thoughts of escaping, all those thoughts of fighting back. I couldn't do any of them. I could only whimper.

"Please...please stop."

"SHUT UP!"

"Stop it...please!"

"I SAID SHUT THE FU---"

"Wake up!"

* * * * * *

I blinked, and opened my eyes. The power had came back, filling my apartment with the same dim light. The fire on the candle had long since died, leaving a pool of dried wax on the table.

I could feel two warm hands placed on either side of my cheeks. I blinked a few more times, only to find out that I've been crying. Sunset Shimmer was kneeling on the floor beside me, her face close to mine, with a look of concern and worry. She rubbed my cheeks with her thumbs, and gently lifted my head up to eye-level with her.

We stared at each other for a moment, before I quickly pulled myself away from her grasp. How could I show such a pathetic side of me to her? Of all times, why do I have to remember about that memory now?

I buried my face into my arms, rubbing away the remains of my tears as I did so. I can't let Sunset see me like this. A man doesn't cry. No...a man never cries. She's probably thinking less of me now. And here I thought we had a good thing going. There goes my chance. Heh, as if I ever had a chance to begin with.

I felt a warm hand rubbing my back tenderly. It was...comforting. But I still can't show her my face. Not like this.

"S-sorry." Great...even my voice is shaking.

The hand didn't stop rubbing. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I...I showed you a side of me that wasn't meant for you. For anyone."

Sunset's hand stopped rubbing my back. I felt her hand softly grabbing onto my shoulder. "That doesn't explain why you apologized." she said.

"I cried! In front of you!" I lifted my head up to face her. Fighting back the stupid tears that doesn't seem to want to disappear. "Of all the people, you were the last one I want to see me crying." I turned away. Somehow, looking at her face only makes it more difficult to hold back my tears.

"You must think I'm pathetic and weak." And why wouldn't she? I vowed to myself to never ever cry again after leaving my uncle's house. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to prove to myself that I have changed. I wanted to be more mature, more independent. Yet, here I am, crying from a memory that I thought I had buried deep in my mind.

I'm still weak.

I'm still useless.

"Hey..." Sunset's soft voice came from beside me. She placed a hand on my cheek and turned my face towards her. I didn't resist. We both stared deeply into each other eyes. Her's shining. Mine wet. She pulled me closer.

"Listen..." she spoke gently, slowing resting her forehead against mine. "Crying doesn't mean you're pathetic, or weak or useless." Both her hands were on my cheeks again. Warming my face. "It just means you've been strong for too long."

I let my tears flow.

Author's Note

Howdy! :ajsmug: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, though it is rather short. Will make it longer next time! Let me know what you think! Stay tuned for the next chapter! :rainbowkiss:

The Following Morning

I told Sunset Shimmer about my past. About my dead parents, my abusive uncle, the life that I lead before deciding to run away to Canterlot. Everything. She listened to me talk without any interruptions. To which I am grateful. It's never easy to talk to people about these things. Especially if they're things you rather forget.

Of course, she's not the first. You're the first, in fact. So thank you, for listening. Anyway...

I'd never cried in front of anyone before, besides my uncle. Except, this wasn't tears of fear. But rather, tears of relief. Telling her everything somehow felt as if something heavy had just been lifted from my shoulders. Like a burden released. Like an ache gone. Like a pimple popped. You get the idea.

I didn't had anyone to turn to, back when I was still growing up. No loving mother, no understanding father. Just an abusive uncle. My so-called 'friends' couldn't really do anything. They were kids too. How can they help me? How can they comfort me? How can they save me? The answer? They can't.

I'd never considered talking about my uncle to my teachers. I was afraid as to what might happen if my uncle ever found out. So, I kept quiet. Not a single word was said. Just silence. Even when they questioned me about my bruises, I remained silent. Fear, my friends. Fear is a powerful motivator. And it is exactly just that, that kept my mouth shut.

"But as I grew older, I suddenly had this urge. I had this...strong sort of feeling within me. A thought that kept on replaying over and over and over in my mind." I stared at the floor, hugging my knees tightly. "I wanted to be free."

Sunset said nothing. She sat next to me on the floor, with a hand on my right shoulder. Every now and then, as I told her about my past, she would gingerly rub me on my shoulder. It was a nice feeling, soothing and warm.

"So, when I managed to save up enough money," I continued, my eyes still glued to the floor. "I ran."

"When I first arrived at Canterlot, I was happy. I was finally free! Free to make my own decisions. Free to choose my own path, my own life. I was like a bird out of its cage. No more pain, no more tears, no more uncle." Sunset's grip softly tighten on my shoulder. I looked up at her, sensing her concern. I tried to smile at her, to show her that I was okay. But my lips were heavy, and my eyes were watery once more.

I quickly rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. This time, I managed a small grin. "And there you have it! My whole life story." Miserable, wasn't it? No rainbows, no flower garden, no smiling faces. Only a dark cloud. A dark, gloomy cloud.

"I'm sorry." I said to Sunset. "For making you listen to all that."

She shook her head, with a soft smile on her lips. "Don't be sorry. I should be the one apologizing, for making you relive all those bad memories again."

"W-what?" I was surprised at her answer. I thought she would be annoyed from listening to my past.

"Thank you..." she continued, ignoring my reaction. "for telling me about your past. I know it wasn't easy. But I'm glad you trust me enough to at least tell me this."

Is this what it feels like when you have someone you can rely on? Someone, who will be by your side when you need them the most? Someone, that will carry your burdens with you? To share your feelings? To be your pillar of support when you need it?

Is this what it feels like... to have a friend?

"I'm glad that you're here with me, Sunset."

She didn't say anything, but hugged me instead. Holding me in her warm embrace, she stroked my hair softly. I wanted to hug her back, to wrap my arms around her, to pull her close. But I was feeling sluggish. Fatigue was slowly spreading all over my body. I needed rest.

Ignoring everything else around me, I slowly closed my eyes, and slept.

* * * * * *

Waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning. My neck was feeling stiff as I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep while Sunset was hugging me. And here I was, head on her shoulder, with hers laying next to mine.

I carefully slid my head away from her, and gave my neck a little massage. I was still feeling sore from that sleeping position. I quietly stood up, and carried Sunset on to the bed.

I was feeling...rather different today. Every breath of air I took seem to be smoother, fresher, sweeter. I was feeling light in the body, and there was a certain springiness in my step.

Was it because I found someone to confide in?

I entered the bathroom, and splashed my face with cold water. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face looked...brighter somehow. And I have this sudden urge to grin for no reason.

Is it because I found a friend? A real friend?

I found a fresh set of clothes to put on, and changed in the bathroom. I turned to glance at the clock as I headed for the front door. It was 7:10 in the morning. I doubled back to my bed and left a quick note for Sunset, informing her that I went out to grab breakfast for the both of us.

As I stepped out the front door, I looked back into my apartment. The place didn't seem to be so crappy now. The light from the lightbulb looked brighter. The creaking floors sounded like music to my ears. Everything just seemed so...nice.

Stepping out onto the streets. I could see the first few rays of sunlight shining on the pavement. Though the streets were still damp from the storm, the air was warm. I headed for the 24 hour convenience store just further down the block.

I took two packets of instant noodles, and paid for them at the cashier. I smiled at the lady working the cash register, to which she smiled back.

"Good morning! You're bright and early!" She said to me in a cheerful tone. I took back my change and left the store, a smile still on my face.

I should have noticed it sooner. As I walked back towards my apartment, I felt the warm heat from the morning sun on my face. I stopped in my tracks, and faced the rising sun. My smile was now a huge grin. People might think I was crazy, some random dude standing in the streets, grinning to himself. But I didn't care. I was overwhelmed with feelings of joy. And I wanted to show it to the world.

One night was all it took. Just one night, and it completely changed my views on a lot of things. I've kept a lot of things to myself in the past. Not because I wanted to. But because there was no one there for me. Once upon a time, I thought---no, believed--- the entire world was against me. I saw everything in black and white. Everything sucked. There were no rainbows for me. No flowers to smell, and no green fields to run in. I hated everything, from the city of Canterlot, to my job... to my life.

This time however, I knew that it was different. Because this time, there is someone who'll be there for me. A friend to call my own. For realsies this time.

I let the warmth from the sun soak into my skin a few seconds longer, and continued back to my apartment. As I neared the building, I saw a person seated on the building steps. Someone with fiery red and yellow hair. Sunset Shimmer.

She spotted me and stood up to wave at me, greeting me with a beautiful smile. I waved back at her, grinning from ear to ear. She stepped down from the steps and headed towards me. Before I realized what I was doing, I had quickened my pace as well. I wanted to reach her. I wanted to be by her side, just as she did for me.

As we got closer to each other, I threw my arms around her, and pulled her into a loving embrace. She gave a soft giggle, and wrapped her arms around me as well. We stayed like that for a few moments, as the sun slowly shined its light upon us both.

Remember that time when I told you that my life sucked?

Not anymore.

Author's Note

Annnnnnd there you have it! The ending for this story! I hope you folks enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed typing this!! I wonder if I should continue this story though. But I can't really think of how to progress the story. Maybe in the future. :ajsmug:

Thank you for the support! :yay:

One More Chapter

Author's Note

Hello readers! This chapter's main purpose is just to let you guys know that I'm planning to write a sequel for this story. As much as I would like to just continue from here, I believe that the sequel should be a stand-alone, instead of using this one to continue it.

Regardless, I hope you all will enjoy this special chapter, and please, stay tuned for the sequel!
P.S. The name of the sequel is probably going to be "A Place Where The Sun Might Shine Upon Us" (will provide a link once I'm done with the first chapter). :derpyderp2:

One More Chapter

"I'll see you at work later, okay?"

I didn't want Sunset to leave. But I knew that no amount of protesting and pleading would change her mind. She has her own life to live; I can't expect her to spend every second staying right by my side with me. She's got a school to attend to, and best friends to hang-out with. Not wanting her to leave would just be selfish of me.

Besides, we're just friends. Nothing special was going on between us, that much I'm sure. All we did was spend a night together in my apartment, talking and sharing about stuff. Stuff that I've never told anyone before.

I've also learn a few new things about Sunset Shimmer. Weird things, sure. But... still new. Like, how she has this book that allows you to communicate to one another via writing on it. Or that this book came from another world, and that Sunset is close friends with one of the inhabitants.

Oh, let's not forget about the part where Sunset's also a fantastic singer; I wish I could hear that singing voice of hers everyday.

"...are you listening to me?"

I blinked. Sunset was waving her hand in front of my face, trying to catch my attention. She must've been talking to me for the past few seconds without my realization.

"S-sorry, you were saying?"

Sunset frowned, and shook her head. "I was asking if you were interested in getting something to eat before I leave."

"Why? The noodles wasn't enough for you?" I asked, grinning.

Sunset giggled. "I could still eat. Besides, you look like you could use some extra food."

I would've disagreed with her, but the growling from my stomach beat me to it. "Maybe just a little bit of food." I said, smiling sheepishly. "But I thought you needed to hurry on back?" I scanned the area around my apartment; people were already starting to flood the streets, either making their way to work or to grab breakfast.

Sunset smiled "Do you want me to go?" she asked teasingly, pushing several strands of her beautiful fiery-coloured hair behind her ear. "I can always grab some food at school anyway."

My reply came so fast it was almost like reflex. "No!" I half-shouted, causing some passers-by to stare at us. Why was she asking me this? Did she read my thoughts somehow? True, I'd be much happier if we're able to spend more time together, but now it almost feels like I'm just being desperate. "I-I...I mean..."

Sunset gently grabbed my hand, giggling to herself. "I thought so." she whispered to me, smiling softly. It was really nice, standing there in front of my apartment building, holding hands with the girl I'm in love with. How often do you get that chance? Considering that opportunities like this rarely comes by my way.

Her hand was really soft, and smooth. It was like touching velvet. I could feel the warmth emanating from her palm, either that, or my hand is the one heating up. But...I didn't really cared about that. I was too busy enjoying the moment that we're having; some people might find it weird, being satisfied with just holding hands. But to me, this amount of skinship already felt like heaven.

Sunset gave my hand a tug, bringing me back to my senses. I glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. She looked excited for some reason.

"Come on!" she said with another pull on my hand." I know this one place where we could get some very nice croissants!" Before I could even reply, she started making her way down the crowded street, pulling me to follow.

I allowed myself to be dragged along by her; I didn't want our hands to part so quickly. But as I clumsily followed her into the crowd, a slow realization came to mind: Sunset didn't grab my hand because she has some sort of hidden feelings for me; she just wanted to lead the way to the croissants.

"Wait a minute, you're actually still hungry aren't you?" I asked Sunset, trying my best to not bump into anyone.

Sunset spun around and smiled. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked, tightening her grip on my hand. "But the croissants are really, really delicious." she squealed.

I chuckled, but that didn't stop me from rolling my eyes at her. Was I disappointed? No, not really. I was devastated. But, I might have been reading the entire situation wrongly. Like I said earlier; we're just friends, nothing special was going on between us. All we did was spend a night together in my apartment, talking and sharing about stuff.

"Don't let go of my hand, Mola." Sunset said, giving me a wink. "I don't want to lose you."

But that's not going to stop me from falling in love with her. Heck, I'm already in deep.