Painting our Life - 6 Colors

   Paradise eventually ended and Dash and I were thrown back in the abyss that is known as highschool. It had seemed our two weeks of relaxation flew by and none of it really happened. It was like everything we did over the vacation escaped our minds from the upcoming learning in store for us.

   The first day of returning to school started off like any typical day in the one place you don't want to go. Take your seats, shut your mouth and do work. It started like that. Didn't say it continued that way, but it started like that. What made the day a turn of events? A new student has enrolled at Centennial. Unfortunately for me, this new student is no different than Jakob unless you take Jakob and twice the flirtingness. His name is Quincy, but he insists we all call him "Quince" because it "sounds cooler." He and Jakob became good friends from minute one. At the moment, I was just glad Dash wasn't in my morning block of Science.

   Once again, to my disappointment, Quince was also in my history block with Dash later that afternoon. So with Jakob and Quince together, history was one hour of hell for me to go through. It didn't take long for Quince to notice Dash. He walked up to us, pushed me aside, and started flirting. I thought she'd shove him away or something, but she didn't. It was kind of disappointing not getting to see another jock get beat up by Dash. He came in smooth though, so smooth my jaw hit the marble tiled floor. How did he make it so smooth? He addressed her as "Rainbow Dash". She didn't object. She didn't say anything. All she did was giggle. By the end of the period, I had no work done with Quince sitting between Dash and I (she was supposed to helping ME complete OUR history poster on The War of 1812!) and my eyes were dead tired from all the rolling. I pratically dragged Dash out the history room at the bell. But strangely, the minute we were out the room, she was back to her normal, non-gaga self.

   Dash and I promised to never kiss again after the dance. I think we've broken the vow about maybe a few dozen times by now. I honestly can't help myself. The kisses just come and fly. For the past three weeks, we've probably spent more time making out than doing our homework. Ok, that's a little bit exagerrated. But, what I'm trying to say is, I want to kiss her. I may sound sick sayin this, but it's like, I've been waiting to grow out of that zone of just friends and move on. Each kiss we shared and each moment we spent in each others' arms has been treasured by me. I can't be more happy. I don't remember the last time I've had a bad day, or been glum about something. Dash has always been at my side. She's, well, basically my light.

   There's a saying some people believe. If you want temporary happiness for a month, find love or get married, or something like that. This is not true. The way I'm looking at it right now, I probably loved Dash for what, a few years? And it wasn't until recently I noticed. The saying isn't true. The happiness I feel when I'm with Dash has always been there. Sometimes not easily noticable, but I could always feel my mood lift even when I see her.

   I took Dash to a Sum 41 concert that played in Toronto the other night. I remember Dash once being a fan of rock and roll music, but now Katy Perry pretty much takes up half her iPod's playlist. Needless to say, she loved Sum 41. They've been my favorite band for a while, but the way Dash acted at the concert, you'd think she was a fan since they formed. She was cheering harder than anybody else at the concert and bought nearly every album with the cash she had earned at Tim Hortons. Man, she must've blown half the money she saved.

   Perhaps one of the funniest memories I've collected this month is when I tried to teach Dash to cook. She wanted to try her hand at cooking so she came to me for lessons. So we chose a recipe, bought the ingredients, and we cooked side by side with me showing her how to do things step by step. It's really simple, honestly. I didn't recongnize the fact how cooking could be so difficult for others until I witnessed the way Dash prepare food. It was pretty funny. Everything she made came out burnt. We were going to eat the meal I cooked. Were. But somehow in the process of setting up the table our objectives completely derailed and we ended up throwing the food at each other. It took a long time to clean up but was worth every paper towel wasted.

   Dash's legs have been aching a lot, and this time, she's been getting cramps that feel like her muscles are tightening around each other. They're just growing pains, but I still wanted to make sure. I had them before, and I'm pretty sure I'll have them again unless Twilight comes and reverts me. I haven't heard a case this severe though. I'm no doctor, but that doesn't mean I can't take her to one. The only thing is, she refuses to come. I tried to convince her that we just need to confirm that they're growing pains. It was no use. She wouldn't change her mind. Instead, she pulled me over to the computer and had me check the Internet. I couldn't find any valid information linking to the type of pain she described to me, but she isn't feeling anything right now, so I just dismissed them as growing pains.

   I didn't think there would ever be a darker side of Dash that contained secrets she would never tell me. The other night, she was having a terrible nightmare. Her cries rang through the hall, waking me up. I barged in her room in my boxers to find her thrashing in her bed. It took me a moment to nudge her awake, it's easier said than done. But she snapped awake. It wasn't until I put my hand on hers till I realized that she was drenched in sweat.

   She was reluctant to tell me what was bothering her, but I didn't leave until she did. She told me she was having a nightmare about her old friend, Gilda. Obviously, I wasn't aware of the current situation she was in and laughed, but immediately stopped when Dash let out a small whimper, a sign of weakness, which is not the Dash that I know. Then she spilt the beans. She told me what she didn't have the guts to say years ago when she met. The reason why she was exiled from Equestria in the first place. She killed Gilda. I watched the tears flow down her cheeks as she openly told me about that day. How the griffin she once thought of as a best friend treated her friends extremely poorly, and how her anger took action which lead to Gilda's death. It was an accident. Dash never meant to take her life. But she had underestimated her own strength, and pushed Gilda too hard against the side of a cliff, a really bad location for a fight to take place. The impact of the griffin hitting the side was apparently enough for some boulders and rocks overhead to loosen and crash down below. Dash had moved out of the way just in time, but Gilda was dazed and crushed below everything. That's how it went, or at least, it's how Dash chose to share her side of the story. Followed after the story, were tears. I couldn't bear watching her cry. She told me that Gilda deserved it. She told me that she felt that she was doing the right thing. Yet, I couldn't find the usual confidence she shows in her voice.

   I tried my best to comfort her. I spoke softly. Told her that none of it was her fault, and that she should always do what she thinks is the right thing. And that night, she fell asleep in my arms. It wasn't long before my own eyes closed by themselves and I fell asleep holding Dash in my arms. And regrettably, without a blanket in my boxers. Which was exactly why I had a small cough when I woke up the next morning.

***Message from Inu***

   The second part of Painting our Life - 6 Colors is reaching its peak. We are about to enter the final month- February, the month of love. What can we expect?