Painting our Life - 6 Colors

*This chapter serves as a small filler before the big dance. :)-Inu

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   "I'll be back later tonight to pick you up once Janet and I finish our assignment. So work fast." Ky waves and turns away, not giving me the chance to wave back. He gets into his car and drives off. I stand on Quince's porch for a good while, thinking, holding my binder of notes tightly against my side. Then I ring the doorbell. The door opens and Quince greets me. I smile.

   "Brought the notes?" I nod. "Come in."

   I slip my shoes off and step inside. Quince takes my coat and hangs it up in the closet.

   "I was just working out in the basement. My parents bought me dumbbells when I was eight. I've moved on since then to benchpressing and that crap."

   "So, where are we gonna work?"

   "I was thinking my room. Maybe we can type out everything on my laptop and print out two copies? One for the each of us."

   "Sounds like a plan." I follow Quince up the stairs to his room.

   "My parents are out of town for the night. They enjoy going to Toronto to watch the Maple Leafs play. They're a horrible team."

   "Ditto."

   "I would've gone with them if we didn't have this assignment. Damn Mr. Ustura. I hate that guy. Anyways, the 'rents are staying in a hotel. I don't see the point of staying in a city that's only one hour away from where you live."

   "Wow, your family must be rich." I brush my hand against a vase with a bright decorative design. The china is cool to the touch.

   "Eh, it's not all what it's hyped to be, but yeah, we won the lottery a few years ago. They put a quarter of the money into my funds for university, and we're still using the rest right now. I plan on going to McGill in Quebec. Maybe I'll become a doctor or something, that's what my parents want me to be." He shrugs. "What university do you plan on going to?"

   "Well, I dunno actually. I'd be lucky if I even pass grade ten." Which is obviously not going to happen if Twilight plans on keeping her teeth from being knocked out of her mouth. I am sooo tired of going to school every single day. Seriously, when is that mare going to come and revert us? It's been four months for crying out loud!

   "Haha, don't worry, I'd support you."

   "Huh? Didn't quite hear you."

   Quince blushes. "Well, I'd support you no matter where you go in life."

   "I have Ky to do that for me." I laugh.

   Quince growls. "What do you see in him? Honestly!" He flips open his laptop and presses the power button.

   "He's sweet, kind, and well, pretty cool." Not to mention he saved my flank from freezing to death.

   "But I'm cooler, right?"

   I bite my lower lip. "No way! Ky has been supporting me since day one."

   "You're a good girl, Shay. Trying to stay by your boyfriend's side." He types in his password and taps the enter key. "But don't you see? Everything you do is for his happiness. What about your own? Are you happy with him?"

   "Yeah, I am. Just stop talking about this, it makes me uneasy!" I'm gonna pound his face in if he insults Ky! That's not cool at all.

   "I know there are a few things he can't provide for you. And I'm sure you know too."

   "What is that?" I frown.

   Quince sits back in his chair and scratches his arm. "Popularity."

   "Well..." To be popular IS what I want.

   "C'mon, every girl in our school looks up to you. And you're certainly a charm, but how do you think we all feel when you hang out with a geek? You have potential."

   "Really?"

   "I know it. You're one of the hottest girls I've met in my entire life." He smiles. Damn, a compliment. I was never popular with the stallions back in Equestria. In fact, three particular stallions gave me the nickname "Rainbow Crash". Man, it pissed me off so much. And here it is. Perhaps the most crushed on tenth grader calling me "hot". Normally, if somebody called me something like that, I'd push them away. Creeps, that's what they are. But I'm feeling something different towards Quince.

   Quice continues to tell me about my looks. And with each compliment, I become more and more accepting of them. "You're a hottie too." I smile. I don't know what just came out of my mouth, but it felt nice to say.

   "Not as hot as you."

   I blush. This never happens with Ky. Normally we just play video games and when I win, we get into a small play fight.

   "Shay, will you go to the Valentine Hearts Dance with me?"

   "I-I'd love to." It takes me a second to realize I just accepted. Quince smiles.

   "What about Kyle?" I wince. I'm unsure of what to do. Tell him I can't go to the dance with him? I don't know. "Look, just sit at my table during lunch tomorrow. It'll work out, and Kyle will take it all in easier with all of us supporting you."

   Am I really going to fit in? Finally! I've been longing for a chance like this. To finally be... popular! This is way past cool, I don't even know what to say. Lunch with the most popular group at school! They're like the Wonderbolts of this world. Well, maybe just at this school. It's still a pretty high position to hold though. I'm sure it'll be great.

   "Rainbow Dash."

   "Huh?"

   Quince smirks and winks. "Just joking. My older sister who's at college watches the show My Little Pony. Dunno why. She loves it though."

   I chuckle, slugging him hard on the shoulder. "Well, I thought you were gonna be another one of those dorks calling me a cartoon pony."

   "Say, is your hair dyed?"

   "Nah, I was born with it like this."

   "Whoa, that's pretty sick. Now you resemble Rainbow Dash even more." I laugh.

   "I get that a lot. Bronies are weird."

   "Tell me about it."

   "Whoa! Is it nine already? We better get working!" I grab my pencil.

   "One sec, come, look at this." Quince gestures for me to go over to him. I stand up and walk over to his desk.

   "What is-" Quince grabs me and plants his lips on mine. I don't push him away. His strong arms hold me by my waist. I embrace the kiss and return the favour.

   Thoughts about Ky run through my head. I easily push them away and replace them with images of Quince. Athletic. Smart. Popular. They're all I want, and Quince has them.

   Our lips part. Quince smiles. "Think we should get to work now."

   "Y-yeah." My voice shakes. I'm unsure of what I just did. I just kissed another person. Who isn't Ky. Is this right? I don't know. I enjoyed it though. The thoughts are starting to devour me. It's really annoying. I exhale a breath, push away all these thoughts about guys, and pick and my pencil and start to jot notes down.