Someone Who Caresby FrizzyChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 5 GRAND FINALE!Chapter 4Chapter 1It was last period on just another average school day. Unlike most students, you never looked forward to the end of the day. Not one bit. No, you absoultely dreaded the bell ringing at 2:35. You had nothing to look forward to after school. No clubs. No sports. No friends to hang out with. Not even a family that cared. Nope, you had nothing to look forward to. But, of course, there is no avoiding that final bell. Much like the sun rising in the morning, it was inevitable. So, as the bell rings, you quickly pack up your stuff and begin running to your locker. You don't make eye contact with anyone. Same as every day. Finally reaching your locker, you let out a sigh of relief. Maybe fate was looking down upon you toda- BAM! Before you even had the opportunity to finish your thought. Your face slams into your locker. White hot pain spreads throughtout your head. You turn around and face him. Tommy Wheeler. They guy who made your life hell since you met him on the first day of kindergarten. "You made it all the way to your locker before I caught you. Must be some kinda record." He jeered. Behind him, two of his "friends" laughed. Idiots. "And to think, you were so close to safety." You say nothing. You just glare down at your shoes, not meeting his gaze. "What's the matter, bitch-boy? Ain't ya even gonna make some snappy comeback?" You slowly make eye contact with him. "No." You deadpan. You know that he's going to beat you anyways. Why even bother? Wheeler's fist slams into your gut, knocking the wind out of you. You fall to the ground, clutching your stomach in pain. "Smart move, dickweed. I think I'm gonna be nice today, and just leave it at that. See you tomorrow, queer!" He says, marching off, goons in tow. Oh what you wouldn't give just to punch him in his stupid, fat face as hard as you could. But you wouldn't dare, for fear of what he would do to you. Hell, you didn't even have the balls to get a teacher to help you. No, you would rather it stay this way, bad as it was, than for it to get any worse. Slowly rising off the floor, you stuff your books into your locker and run home. ... You arrive home (or, rather, the place your mom called "home", and the place you called "that place that I live at"), and open the front door. Mom wasn't home. As usual. She was normally out drinking, or in bed with three guys. She never did care about you. In fact, she always made sure to let you know that she hated your existance. Some days she didn't even bother getting out of bed, save to puke or pour another drink. You wondered why you even got out of bed in the morning. It's not like you had any reason to. You weren't a star student, had friends, or even had a hobby. Some days, you wondered why you hadn't just ended it yet. Night was begining to fall, and you figured it was about time to eat something. All you managed to find in the house that wasn't expired or alcohol was some bread. 'Toast it is, then.' You thought, walking over to the toaster. After eating your meager meal, you figured that you might as well take a walk. There was nothing to do here, not even some books. Walking out the door (you don't bother locking it, considering you have nothing worth stealing), you wander aimlessly throughout the town. Eventually you find yourself in a parking lot at a local grocerey store. Unfortunately, you also cross paths with Wheeler. "Well, lookie what we have here; bitch-boy back for another beating. I guess you really like them, don't ya, you little bitch?" He says, flicking some ashes from his cigarette onto the asphalt. You simply glare at him. "What?! You gonna do something, pussy?! C'mon, I fucking dare you!" All the hate and anger you have dealt with your entire, miserable life, flashes through your mind. You pull back your fist, and swiftly punch him in the face. After all these years of his shit, you had finally had enough. You hear a satisfying crack, and feel something warm and sticky on your knuckles. You broke his nose! Wheeler stumbled back in pain. "Son of a bitch!" He roars. "You are fucking dead!" He too, pulls his fist back, and brings it into your face. CRACK! He also broke your nose. He then pulled his fist back again, this time hitting your eye. It begins to swell and darken. For one last time, he brings his fist back, and punches you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You fall down onto the ground, too hurt to care about anything. "Anything else you'd like to say?" He growls. "Fuck off and die!" You say. This results in a swift kick in the stomach. "Remember this in school tomorrow. That is, unless you pussy out." He turns on his heel, and walks off into the night. You let out a sob. So many emotions have been brought up. Your worthless existance. Your mother who hates you. Your father, who may not even know about you. Your lack of friends. Wheeler. You begin to cry, not even caring if anyone sees. You just don't care anymore. The wind gently blows around you, sending cold shivers throughout your body. You lie there, eyes clenched shut, tightly, nose bleeding everywhere, eye swelling like a balloon, and crying. This day is even worse than the day you were born. You hear a gentle clip-clop sound, like hooves on pavement. Something begins to stroke your hair. "Shh, shh. It'll be okay." A sweet voice says. "You're safe. I won't let anything bad happen to you. Just open your eyes, sweetie." You slowly open your eyes. Before you stands a magenta pony, softly stroking your hair, in a motherly way. You look around. No longer are you in a dirty parking lot, but a different town. It's cleaner here. And there are no cars to be seen. "Come on," the pony says, tugging at your shirt. "Let's get you cleaned up." You don't know why, but you decide to follow her. For once in your life, someone has actually cared about your well-being. It makes you feel happy on the inside. "I'm Cheerilee, by the way." The pony says. "We need to get you cleaned up, and get some rest. Follow me." Chapter 2"Come on in!" Cheerilee says, pulling open a door. You walk into what you assume is her house. "Sit down," she says, pointing at a couch. "I'll only be a second." She exits the room, leaving you standing there awkwardly. Might as well sit down. You hear the sound of a faucet being turned, and some running water. A moment later Cheerilee returns with a wet towel clenched between her teeth. Walking over to your position on the couch, she begins cleaning your face of all the blood and dirt, being careful not to touch your nose or eye. All of your fears about this place fade as she does this, proving to you that she isn't going to hurt you. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. "Hmm?" She responds, giving you a puzzled look. "Helping me." You say. "You could have just left me there. Ignored me. Gone home, and done whatever it is that ponies do. But you chose to help me. Why?" Putting down the towel on a near by coffee table, she looks you in the eyes. "Because, I am a teacher. And what is a teacher's job?" She says. "Easy," you say. "You teach kids how to read, write, do math and all that stuff." "Sorry, sweetie," she says. "That is only a partial answer. It's not even the most important part of it. The most important part of the job is to be a care giver. Sometimes, a parent doesn't understand a child as well as a teacher does. Yes, I could have left you there, let you be somepony else's problem, but then I would have been ignoring my duty as a teacher. Do you understand now?" She asks, giving you a warm smile. You quietly nod your head. "Humans tend to pop into Equestria from time to time." She continues. "Normally they aren't hurt as badly as you are. Sure, they are a little confused, or even scared, but they are almost never hurt. You are the first on I've seen with any injuries. Care to elaborate?" Your mind races. Should you tell her? You barely know her. Hell, you haven't even told her your name yet. Does she really need to know about how dark humans can be? Should you give her more reasons to worry about you? Make her feel as if it is now her responsibility to take care of you? She smiles at you, reassuringly. She actually cares about you. Why else would she help you? She deserves to know. You decide to tell her. The whole story. About how shitty your life is, about Wheeler, and about the fight you got in. When you are done telling her, she pulls you into a tight hug. "It's okay," She whispers into your ear. "You don't have to return to that life if you don't want to. You can stay here, with me, and have an enjoyable life." You begin to sob onto her shoulder, matting her fur. There is nothing you would like more. "Thak you." You whisper softly. You hug her tightly, as if letting go of her would cause her to fade from existance. For once in your miserable life, someone cares about you. For the first time in your life you are happy. After what seems like hours, you two pull away from each other. It finally dawns on you just how tired you are. Letting out a yawn, you begin to feel your eyes close, Cheerilee's image slowly blurring. She gently lays you out on the couch, making sure to remove your shoes first. She leaves for a moment, then returns with a blanket, which she drapes over you. "Good night." She whispers, before turning out the lights, and heading down the hall. You are asleep before you even hear her door shut. ... You wake up the next morning, not even bothering to open your eyes at first. 'That was an interesting dream.' You think. Oh, how you wish it was true. Even if she was a pony, it felt great having someone treat you with kindness. But, of course, all good things must come to an end. Slowly opening your eyes, you expect to be greeted by your bedroom. That's weird. You are in the house from your dream. That can't be right. Ponies don't talk. Maybe someone actually did find you, and took you into their home, and you just hallucinated that they were a pony. That seemed like the most logical thing. You hear the sound of hooves on hardwood floor. Hooves. Not feet, or even shoes. Hooves. Turning your head, you see Cheerilee walk in, a plate of scrambled eggs and toast held between her teeth. "Good morning." She says, cheerfully, putting the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. "I made you breakfast." She says, motioning towards the plate. Only then do you remember how meager your last "meal" was (if you could even call it that). You begin to eat the food she had so kindly prepared for you. "How'd you sleep last night?" She asks. You give her a simple "Fine", you continue eating. After finishing your meal, and thanking her for it. she takes your dishes to the kitchen and begins washing them. "As soon as you're ready, we need to head over to the library to get some legal documents for you. Shouldn't take too long." She calls from the kitchen. Legal documents? Makes sense. You are technically an immigrant. Getting up from the couch and doing your routine stretches, you head into the kitchen to see what Cheerilee's doing. She is just now finishing up the dishes. "Are you ready?" She asks. Nodding your head, the two of you begin walking to the door. As you walk out into the town, you notice that you aren't the only human. You vaguely remember Cheerilee mentioning that there were other humans here. They seemed to fit right in. They were far outnumbered by ponies, but there were still quite a few of them. They just seemed to be doing what they would normally do back on earth. Some were working jobs, some were chatting with other ponies, some were just walking around, enjoying their morning. Eventually you reach a large tree with a door on the front. There is a sign out front with a picture of a large book on it. This must be the library. You and Cheerilee walk up to the front door and enter. You see the familiar sight of hundreds of bookshelves. Yep, this is definitely a library. Approaching a purple unicorn, Cheerilee begins talking to her. "Good morning, Twilight. I'm going to need some human documents." Turning around, Twilight, looks over at you. Taking a good long look at you, she nods, and begins going through a filing cabinent. Finally returning with a couple of sheets of paper, she levitates them over to you, as well as a pen. "Just fill these out and give them to me when you're done. Feel free to ask any questions if you don't understand something." She says, before turning away, and resuming whatever it is that she was doing. It was a pretty basic legal document. It was about as straightforward as possible. It was pretty much just questions asking for your name, birthday, criminal history, and other questions that were used to varify your identity. Nothing special about it. Finishing it, you hand it over to her. She quickly looka over it, before heading to another room. She returns about a minute later. "I just sent it." She says. "In about one week you will have all the legal documentation to make you an Equestrian citizen." She pauses. "That is... if you passed. But don't worry, After examining it, I can say that you should have no problems. Good luck!" With that, you and Cheerilee leave the library. Chapter 3It had been about three weeks since you had arrived in Equestria. Your Equestrian citizenship application had been accepted, so you were now a legal citizen in Equestria. Even though when humans became citizens they were given homes free of charge, you had continued living with Cheerilee. The two of you had become quite close since the first day. She was your first true friend. You had made many friends since you had arrived, humans and ponies alike. It was weird to think that a month ago you hated life and doubted if you would ever have a single friend. Now you wondered how you ever got along without friends. You had even gotten a job working over at the local apple farm. Life no longer sucked. Today Applejack had you working one of the stalls at the market. It had been raining all day, so few ponies were actually outside, leading to slow business. 'Is this rain ever going to let up?' You ask yourself. Your shift was nearly over, and you had only had eleven customers. Just as you were about to close up the stand, your friend Jeff came walking up to you. "Hey, dude!" He greeted cheerfully. He had a huge grin plastered onto his face that just read "I am so happy, that I don't care if I look like a dumbass." "Hey," you reply. "That are you so happy about? You got a date, or something?" You ask. He responds by vigorously nodding his head. "Well don't keep me in the dark, who is it?" "Carrot Top!" He replies, excitedly. You nearly drop the basket of apples you were holding. "WHAT!?" You ask. "Dude, she's a pony! There are plenty of human girls here, why did you pick a pony?" He gives you a weird look. "Uh, these aren't the same ponies that you and I are used to back home. Have you not noticed how human they look?" You had noticed, but the knowledge that they were ponies still put you off. It just seemed weird. "Besides," he continued. "Lots of people and ponies do it. Look closely at some of the people. You will see that some of them are actually dating ponies. In fact, Princess Celestia is actually going as far as to encourage it. Don't knock it till you try it." He said. It starts to make sense now. Now upon closer inspection, you realize just how many humans were in relationships with ponies. After a minute of silence you finally say something. "Yeah, I guess it does seem pretty normal. Anyways, did you need to buy some apples? I kinda need to close up here." You say, gesturing to the stand. Jeff pulls a couple of bits out of his pocket, grabs some apples, and leaves. You finish packing up a few minutes later, and begin to walk back to Sweet Apple Acres to return the remainder of the stock to the barn. That talk with Jeff really gets you thinking. 'Maybe I should start looking for a relationship with someone.' You think. 'But who? Chelsea from work? Nah, we aren't that close. Pinkie Pie? Nope, too crazy. Cheerilee?' You stop dead in your tracks. Cheerilee. The first pony you met. Your first friend. Your roomate. And now you realize, your crush. "I have a crush on Cheerilee." You say. You think about it. Yeah, you definitely did have a crush on Cheerilee. 'I can't tell her!' You think. It would really affect your relationship with her if it didn't work out. What if she said no? Things would become really awkward between you two. You might even have to find your own place. But what if she said yes? What if she also felt the same about you? What if the relationship worked out? It would all be worth it. But how would you even ask her out? You remember the only time you had ever tried to ask a girl out. You clearly remembered her turning into a total bitch and yelling at you in front of everyone, calling you a loser. 'Totally worth the risk.' You thought to yourself. You then remember the heavy cart you had stopped pulling. 'I should probably finish with this task first.' You think to yourself, as you continue down the dirt road to the farm. ... The rain had really picked up now, soaking you through to the skin. Why hadn't you thought to bring a jacket? 'Because I'm an idiot.' You remind yourself. Finally making it back home, you rush inside to get out of the cold. The warm room instantly heats your bones, providing most desired relief from the chill. Cheerilee is sitting by the fireplace, grading papers. "Hi, sweetie." She greets you. You feel your insides heat up from hearing her voice. "H-hi." You stutter. Cheerilee looks at you with concern. "Is everything alright?" She asks. "J-just cold." You reply. "I'm going to g-go put on some d-dry clothes." You say, gesturing down the hallway. "Okay." She says. "Just don't take to long. Dinner's almost ready." You give a nod of understanding, and rush down the hall into your room. You quickly peel off your cold, soaking clothes, and pull on something dry. You manage to do this in under thirty seconds, but you sit on your bed, deep in thought. "How do I ask her?" You ask yourself. "Do I do it now? Do I do it later? Do I buy her flowers? What the hell do I do?!" Cheerilee's voice calls from the kitchen, letting you know that dinner is ready. Slowly you walk to the dining room, where she has two bowls of carrot soup set out. You both sit down at the table, and begin eating. The two of you make small talk while you eat, but nothing too interesting. Afterwards you two begin to clean the dishes. You figure now is the best time to ask. "Hey, Cheer?" "Yes?" 'Do it! Do it now! C'mon, DO EET!' "I gotta ask you something." "Okay..." She looks hesitant. "What's your favorite color?" You blurt. 'Smooth one, coward.' She looks at you, confused. "Orange, but I think we both know that isn't what you were going to ask." 'Dammit, she's onto me!' "Care to ask what you intended to?" Chapter 5 GRAND FINALE!Today you were working out in the orchard, picking apples. You were picking the apples as fast as humanly possible. When working in the orchard you only had to pick so many bushels of apples before you could leave, rather than work for a set amount of time. Just meet the quota, and you're done. You wanted to get done as fast as possible, hoping to have time to get ready for your date with Cheerilee tonight. "Woah there!" A voice called out from behind you. It was Applejack. What could she want? You turn to face the orange mare. "Y'all sure are working mighty fast. Why? You got a date tonight?" At that last comment you blush deeply. AJ looked at you with a smug smile (Author's notes:this is what the smile looked like, only on Applejack). "Hehe, Ah completly understand. Here, why don't you ya take the rest of the day off, an' head on over to my friend Rarity's shop. She'll make you look nice an' fancy for yer date tonight. By the way, who is it?" You mumble incoherently. "Ah'm sorry, what was that?" You mumble again. "Yer gonna have to speak up." "Cheerilee!" You quickly say. Applejack looks shocked for a moment. Then she smiles, warmly. "Good fer you! Ah've known Cheers since we were in school together. Ah hope everything goes well." Thanking her for letting you off early, you quickly head in the direction of Carousel Boutique. ... Cheerilee sat at her desk, watching the clock tick away. 'How can I still have five hours left of class? It feels like I've been sitting here for more than two hours.' She thinks to herself. The timer on her desk rings. "Okay class," She says, in her sing-song voice. "Time's up! Turn in your tests!" There was the sound of shuffling chairs as students got up from their desks to turn in their tests (Scootaloo appeared not to have answered any of the questions, instead drawing a picture of her and Rainbow Dash flying together). She sighs as she places the papers in a neay stack in the corner of her desk. Normally she enjoys teaching, but today she's too anxious about her date tonight. "Okay class, open your text books to page seven-hundred and thirty-six." She says, getting up from her desk and going towards the chalkboard placed at the front of the room. She begins giving the class their usual math lesson, but her mind is wandering elsewhere. 'I wonder what exactly we're doing tonight. Does he have a plan? Do I need to dress up? Should I bring some extra bits, just in case he doesn't have enough?' The questions just kept going on in her head. She clearly wasn't focused today. Snapping out of her daze, she looked at her chalkboard only to realize she had been writing your name repeatedly, instead of writing down problems. She quickly erased it, hoping none of the students had written it down in their notes. 'This is going to be a long day'. ... Finally, after several hours of measuring, fitting, sewing, and much confusion on your part, your dress clothes were finally finished. And you were quite impressed with how they had come out, and thankful that Rarity hadn't put any rubies on it, much to her disappointment ("But they would really bring out your eyes, darling!"). Now you were stuck with another three hours until Cheerilee got off work. 'That's a really long time.' You thought to yourself. 'Maybe I should surprise her at work! But how do I do that without interrupting class, and looking like a giant ass-hat?' You thought for a minute, hoping for an idea. Your stomach growled. It was about lunchtime. 'Maybe I could surprise her with lunch.' You thought. That actually wasn't a bad idea. The students would be leaving to eat their own lunch, and it was a nice gesture. You smiled. "This is the greatest I've ever had, ever!" You said, louder than you should have. You quickly dropped your new clothes off at your home, before heading to the local deli to get some sandwiches. You kindly paid the cashier before heading towards Ponyville's school house. Just as it came into view, the bell rang signaling the begining of recess. You hurried up to the building, and knocked on the front door. "Come in!" Cheerilee's voice called from behind the door. She looked up from the papers she was grading, and smiled. "Hello!" She said, waving at you. "Hi." You reply. "I brought you some lunch." You said, holding up the bag. "Thank you, sweetie!" She said, offering you a seat at her desk. "You really didn't have to. You know that I always eat when I get home." She took one of the sandwhiches nonetheless "Well, Applejack let me off early, so I figured I'd do something nice for you." You reply. "Oh how thoughtful!" She said, giving you a hug. She then resumed eating as she graded the papers. "Do... Do you need any help with those?" You ask. She looks up. "Really? You bring me lunch, and you offer to help me with work? You are just the perfect gentlecolt- er, gentleman." She says. She hands you a couple of the tests, and returns to the one she was working on. Time passes slowly as the two of you grade the papers, occasionally taking a bite of the food. Eventually you both finish grading the papers, and you begin talking, mostly about how your days have been, but you also talk about some of the local gossip. "So, do you have any plans tonight?" She asks, looking up at you. "Um..." You begin. "Actually... I haven't thought about it yet." You respond, sheepishly. She just smiles warmly, placing a hoof on your cheek. "That's okay," She says. "We'll figure something out." The two of you slowly lean it towards eachother. You both begin to close your eyes. Just a few centimeters seperate the two of you... And then the bell rings, signaling the end of recess. "Well..." Cheerilee begins, awkwardly. "I should probably let the students back in, and continue class. See you when I get back home!" She said, waving. "Bye." You say, heading towards the door of the schoolhouse. Damn! You almost had it! 'Oh well, might as well go home'. You walk home to begin getting ready for tonight. ... It was nearing time for your date, and you would be ready... if you hadn't felt the need to repeat everything at least twice. You wanted this date to be perfect, or forever risk making things awkward between you and Cheerilee. Let's check to see if you've done everything: Shower? Twice. Hair combed? Twice. Teeth brushed? Three times. Deoderant? You lost count after five times. New fancy clothes? Yes. Yeah, you should probably be ready. 'Maybe I should take another shower?' NO! You've already taken enough of those. Maybe you should just wait for her in the living room? 'Yeah, that's a good idea.' You go out into the living room and sit on the couch, waiting for Cheerilee to come out of her room, so you two could leave. Finally, Cheerilee comes out of her room, wearing a simple black dress. She looks absolutely stunning. "Wow." You say, eliciting a blush from her, causing her cheeks to turn a darker shade of magenta. "Thanks." She smiles, sheepishly. 'She probably has no idea how cute she looks right now.' You smile. Tonight is going to be perfect, you just know it. "So, you wanna head out now?" You ask. "Yes." She simply states. You lead her the door, and open it for her (you proper gentleman, you). The two of you walk down Ponyville's main street, casually talking. After a few minutes you finally reach the street diner you had decided to take her to tonight. The two of you sit at a table and start looking at the menus. You decided that you might as well start a conversation with her while you wait for your food. "So, uh..." You begin. Crap! Isn't the whole point of a first date to get to know her better? What do you talk about when you've known your date for a few weeks now? "You don't know what to talk about either, do you?" Cheerilee pipes up. You nod your head yes. "Oh good," she says. "I thought I was the only one. I thought the whole point of a date is to get to know you better, but we've been living together for a few weeks now, so I already know about you." "I guess we already know eachother pretty well." You say. The both of you burst out laughing. "I guess it is kinda funny." She says, tears in her eyes. "Maybe we can learn a bit more about eachother." She suggests. "So tell me, what was it like coming to a completely different world than what you were used to?" You begin to tell her more about human culture, and she seems particularly intrigued. She occasionally makes a comment or asks a question. She actually seems to enjoy hearing about things that are actually quite boring. After awhile you run out of things to talk about. "So, what was your childhood like?" You ask. Now it's her turn to rant. She talks about what her family is like, all the way up until your food arrived. You continue to exchange stories while you eat. Now you're telling her about what humans eat (avoiding the subject of meat be difficult, but you try not to mention it to avoid making her sick). "You know," she says. "I'm really glad we did this." "Me too." You agree. ... Later the two of you are sitting back in your living room, drinking coffee and telling more stories. "Well," She says, getting up from the couch and stretching. "I had fun tonight. We should do that again." "Yeah." You say. "How about next Tuesday?" She simply smiles, and gives you a kiss. The two of you begin blushing profusely. "Sounds like a plan." She says. THE END. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Holy crap, I finally finished a story. I would like to thank you all for reading, and hope you read some of my other stories. Signing off, Frizzy. Chapter 4"Uh... Sweetie? Are you okay? You've been staring off into nothing for about a minute now." What? Had a minute gone by already? You must have zoned out. "Sure." You reply, barely aware of your surroundings. What was going on again? Oh, that's right, you were just about to ask Cheerilee out on a d- HOLY SHIT! You begin to panic as the thought of what you were doing flooded back to you. This is crazy! You were about to ask Cheerilee out on a date, and you couldn't even do it! 'Cheerilee, will you go out on a date with me?' That was good, but maybe you should try again, except this time you could actually say it out loud. "Cheerileewillyougooutwithme?" You say, finally working up the courage to say it out loud. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Cheerilee asks, looking puzzled. Dammit, she didn't understand you. You still have a chance to abort the mission. "Uh... Nevermind. I-it's not important." You turn away from her so she wouldn't see you brightly blush. 'Way to go the cowardly way out.' You scold yourself. "I think I'm going to go to bed. Good night." You turn and leave the kitchen. "Uh... Wait a second." Cheerilee says. You turn around to face her. You are surprised to see her blushing. "I was, uh, wondering," She begins. "If, uh, you would like to go on a date tomorrow night?" She asks. What? Your mind is full of fuck right now. Cheerilee just asked you out, right after you failed to do the same. She actually wanted to ask you out! You couldn't believe it. You both felt the same way about eachother. This is the greatest moment of your life. "Yes!" You blurt. You could have responded with a little less enthusiasm, but you were just so excited. "Er, I mean, yeah. I, uh, just failed at asking you a second ago." You blush, awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head. You are both blushing now, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. "So." Cheerilee says. "So." You reply. "It's a date then?" She asks. "It's a date." You reply. "Well... good night!" She says. "Good night!" You reply. You both walk off in the direction of your bedrooms, and go to bed. But neither of you fell asleep any time soon. No, you were both too excited about your date tomorrow. ... Author's notes: Well, sorry it's kinda short, but I just wanted to get this chapter out there. The next chapter will be the finale. So, expect stuff to happen. I'm hoping I can make it longer than usual. No, scratch that- I will make it longer than usual. In the meantime, it's 1 am, and I'm tired. Good night!
Chapter 1It was last period on just another average school day. Unlike most students, you never looked forward to the end of the day. Not one bit. No, you absoultely dreaded the bell ringing at 2:35. You had nothing to look forward to after school. No clubs. No sports. No friends to hang out with. Not even a family that cared. Nope, you had nothing to look forward to. But, of course, there is no avoiding that final bell. Much like the sun rising in the morning, it was inevitable. So, as the bell rings, you quickly pack up your stuff and begin running to your locker. You don't make eye contact with anyone. Same as every day. Finally reaching your locker, you let out a sigh of relief. Maybe fate was looking down upon you toda- BAM! Before you even had the opportunity to finish your thought. Your face slams into your locker. White hot pain spreads throughtout your head. You turn around and face him. Tommy Wheeler. They guy who made your life hell since you met him on the first day of kindergarten. "You made it all the way to your locker before I caught you. Must be some kinda record." He jeered. Behind him, two of his "friends" laughed. Idiots. "And to think, you were so close to safety." You say nothing. You just glare down at your shoes, not meeting his gaze. "What's the matter, bitch-boy? Ain't ya even gonna make some snappy comeback?" You slowly make eye contact with him. "No." You deadpan. You know that he's going to beat you anyways. Why even bother? Wheeler's fist slams into your gut, knocking the wind out of you. You fall to the ground, clutching your stomach in pain. "Smart move, dickweed. I think I'm gonna be nice today, and just leave it at that. See you tomorrow, queer!" He says, marching off, goons in tow. Oh what you wouldn't give just to punch him in his stupid, fat face as hard as you could. But you wouldn't dare, for fear of what he would do to you. Hell, you didn't even have the balls to get a teacher to help you. No, you would rather it stay this way, bad as it was, than for it to get any worse. Slowly rising off the floor, you stuff your books into your locker and run home. ... You arrive home (or, rather, the place your mom called "home", and the place you called "that place that I live at"), and open the front door. Mom wasn't home. As usual. She was normally out drinking, or in bed with three guys. She never did care about you. In fact, she always made sure to let you know that she hated your existance. Some days she didn't even bother getting out of bed, save to puke or pour another drink. You wondered why you even got out of bed in the morning. It's not like you had any reason to. You weren't a star student, had friends, or even had a hobby. Some days, you wondered why you hadn't just ended it yet. Night was begining to fall, and you figured it was about time to eat something. All you managed to find in the house that wasn't expired or alcohol was some bread. 'Toast it is, then.' You thought, walking over to the toaster. After eating your meager meal, you figured that you might as well take a walk. There was nothing to do here, not even some books. Walking out the door (you don't bother locking it, considering you have nothing worth stealing), you wander aimlessly throughout the town. Eventually you find yourself in a parking lot at a local grocerey store. Unfortunately, you also cross paths with Wheeler. "Well, lookie what we have here; bitch-boy back for another beating. I guess you really like them, don't ya, you little bitch?" He says, flicking some ashes from his cigarette onto the asphalt. You simply glare at him. "What?! You gonna do something, pussy?! C'mon, I fucking dare you!" All the hate and anger you have dealt with your entire, miserable life, flashes through your mind. You pull back your fist, and swiftly punch him in the face. After all these years of his shit, you had finally had enough. You hear a satisfying crack, and feel something warm and sticky on your knuckles. You broke his nose! Wheeler stumbled back in pain. "Son of a bitch!" He roars. "You are fucking dead!" He too, pulls his fist back, and brings it into your face. CRACK! He also broke your nose. He then pulled his fist back again, this time hitting your eye. It begins to swell and darken. For one last time, he brings his fist back, and punches you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You fall down onto the ground, too hurt to care about anything. "Anything else you'd like to say?" He growls. "Fuck off and die!" You say. This results in a swift kick in the stomach. "Remember this in school tomorrow. That is, unless you pussy out." He turns on his heel, and walks off into the night. You let out a sob. So many emotions have been brought up. Your worthless existance. Your mother who hates you. Your father, who may not even know about you. Your lack of friends. Wheeler. You begin to cry, not even caring if anyone sees. You just don't care anymore. The wind gently blows around you, sending cold shivers throughout your body. You lie there, eyes clenched shut, tightly, nose bleeding everywhere, eye swelling like a balloon, and crying. This day is even worse than the day you were born. You hear a gentle clip-clop sound, like hooves on pavement. Something begins to stroke your hair. "Shh, shh. It'll be okay." A sweet voice says. "You're safe. I won't let anything bad happen to you. Just open your eyes, sweetie." You slowly open your eyes. Before you stands a magenta pony, softly stroking your hair, in a motherly way. You look around. No longer are you in a dirty parking lot, but a different town. It's cleaner here. And there are no cars to be seen. "Come on," the pony says, tugging at your shirt. "Let's get you cleaned up." You don't know why, but you decide to follow her. For once in your life, someone has actually cared about your well-being. It makes you feel happy on the inside. "I'm Cheerilee, by the way." The pony says. "We need to get you cleaned up, and get some rest. Follow me."
Chapter 2"Come on in!" Cheerilee says, pulling open a door. You walk into what you assume is her house. "Sit down," she says, pointing at a couch. "I'll only be a second." She exits the room, leaving you standing there awkwardly. Might as well sit down. You hear the sound of a faucet being turned, and some running water. A moment later Cheerilee returns with a wet towel clenched between her teeth. Walking over to your position on the couch, she begins cleaning your face of all the blood and dirt, being careful not to touch your nose or eye. All of your fears about this place fade as she does this, proving to you that she isn't going to hurt you. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. "Hmm?" She responds, giving you a puzzled look. "Helping me." You say. "You could have just left me there. Ignored me. Gone home, and done whatever it is that ponies do. But you chose to help me. Why?" Putting down the towel on a near by coffee table, she looks you in the eyes. "Because, I am a teacher. And what is a teacher's job?" She says. "Easy," you say. "You teach kids how to read, write, do math and all that stuff." "Sorry, sweetie," she says. "That is only a partial answer. It's not even the most important part of it. The most important part of the job is to be a care giver. Sometimes, a parent doesn't understand a child as well as a teacher does. Yes, I could have left you there, let you be somepony else's problem, but then I would have been ignoring my duty as a teacher. Do you understand now?" She asks, giving you a warm smile. You quietly nod your head. "Humans tend to pop into Equestria from time to time." She continues. "Normally they aren't hurt as badly as you are. Sure, they are a little confused, or even scared, but they are almost never hurt. You are the first on I've seen with any injuries. Care to elaborate?" Your mind races. Should you tell her? You barely know her. Hell, you haven't even told her your name yet. Does she really need to know about how dark humans can be? Should you give her more reasons to worry about you? Make her feel as if it is now her responsibility to take care of you? She smiles at you, reassuringly. She actually cares about you. Why else would she help you? She deserves to know. You decide to tell her. The whole story. About how shitty your life is, about Wheeler, and about the fight you got in. When you are done telling her, she pulls you into a tight hug. "It's okay," She whispers into your ear. "You don't have to return to that life if you don't want to. You can stay here, with me, and have an enjoyable life." You begin to sob onto her shoulder, matting her fur. There is nothing you would like more. "Thak you." You whisper softly. You hug her tightly, as if letting go of her would cause her to fade from existance. For once in your miserable life, someone cares about you. For the first time in your life you are happy. After what seems like hours, you two pull away from each other. It finally dawns on you just how tired you are. Letting out a yawn, you begin to feel your eyes close, Cheerilee's image slowly blurring. She gently lays you out on the couch, making sure to remove your shoes first. She leaves for a moment, then returns with a blanket, which she drapes over you. "Good night." She whispers, before turning out the lights, and heading down the hall. You are asleep before you even hear her door shut. ... You wake up the next morning, not even bothering to open your eyes at first. 'That was an interesting dream.' You think. Oh, how you wish it was true. Even if she was a pony, it felt great having someone treat you with kindness. But, of course, all good things must come to an end. Slowly opening your eyes, you expect to be greeted by your bedroom. That's weird. You are in the house from your dream. That can't be right. Ponies don't talk. Maybe someone actually did find you, and took you into their home, and you just hallucinated that they were a pony. That seemed like the most logical thing. You hear the sound of hooves on hardwood floor. Hooves. Not feet, or even shoes. Hooves. Turning your head, you see Cheerilee walk in, a plate of scrambled eggs and toast held between her teeth. "Good morning." She says, cheerfully, putting the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. "I made you breakfast." She says, motioning towards the plate. Only then do you remember how meager your last "meal" was (if you could even call it that). You begin to eat the food she had so kindly prepared for you. "How'd you sleep last night?" She asks. You give her a simple "Fine", you continue eating. After finishing your meal, and thanking her for it. she takes your dishes to the kitchen and begins washing them. "As soon as you're ready, we need to head over to the library to get some legal documents for you. Shouldn't take too long." She calls from the kitchen. Legal documents? Makes sense. You are technically an immigrant. Getting up from the couch and doing your routine stretches, you head into the kitchen to see what Cheerilee's doing. She is just now finishing up the dishes. "Are you ready?" She asks. Nodding your head, the two of you begin walking to the door. As you walk out into the town, you notice that you aren't the only human. You vaguely remember Cheerilee mentioning that there were other humans here. They seemed to fit right in. They were far outnumbered by ponies, but there were still quite a few of them. They just seemed to be doing what they would normally do back on earth. Some were working jobs, some were chatting with other ponies, some were just walking around, enjoying their morning. Eventually you reach a large tree with a door on the front. There is a sign out front with a picture of a large book on it. This must be the library. You and Cheerilee walk up to the front door and enter. You see the familiar sight of hundreds of bookshelves. Yep, this is definitely a library. Approaching a purple unicorn, Cheerilee begins talking to her. "Good morning, Twilight. I'm going to need some human documents." Turning around, Twilight, looks over at you. Taking a good long look at you, she nods, and begins going through a filing cabinent. Finally returning with a couple of sheets of paper, she levitates them over to you, as well as a pen. "Just fill these out and give them to me when you're done. Feel free to ask any questions if you don't understand something." She says, before turning away, and resuming whatever it is that she was doing. It was a pretty basic legal document. It was about as straightforward as possible. It was pretty much just questions asking for your name, birthday, criminal history, and other questions that were used to varify your identity. Nothing special about it. Finishing it, you hand it over to her. She quickly looka over it, before heading to another room. She returns about a minute later. "I just sent it." She says. "In about one week you will have all the legal documentation to make you an Equestrian citizen." She pauses. "That is... if you passed. But don't worry, After examining it, I can say that you should have no problems. Good luck!" With that, you and Cheerilee leave the library.
Chapter 3It had been about three weeks since you had arrived in Equestria. Your Equestrian citizenship application had been accepted, so you were now a legal citizen in Equestria. Even though when humans became citizens they were given homes free of charge, you had continued living with Cheerilee. The two of you had become quite close since the first day. She was your first true friend. You had made many friends since you had arrived, humans and ponies alike. It was weird to think that a month ago you hated life and doubted if you would ever have a single friend. Now you wondered how you ever got along without friends. You had even gotten a job working over at the local apple farm. Life no longer sucked. Today Applejack had you working one of the stalls at the market. It had been raining all day, so few ponies were actually outside, leading to slow business. 'Is this rain ever going to let up?' You ask yourself. Your shift was nearly over, and you had only had eleven customers. Just as you were about to close up the stand, your friend Jeff came walking up to you. "Hey, dude!" He greeted cheerfully. He had a huge grin plastered onto his face that just read "I am so happy, that I don't care if I look like a dumbass." "Hey," you reply. "That are you so happy about? You got a date, or something?" You ask. He responds by vigorously nodding his head. "Well don't keep me in the dark, who is it?" "Carrot Top!" He replies, excitedly. You nearly drop the basket of apples you were holding. "WHAT!?" You ask. "Dude, she's a pony! There are plenty of human girls here, why did you pick a pony?" He gives you a weird look. "Uh, these aren't the same ponies that you and I are used to back home. Have you not noticed how human they look?" You had noticed, but the knowledge that they were ponies still put you off. It just seemed weird. "Besides," he continued. "Lots of people and ponies do it. Look closely at some of the people. You will see that some of them are actually dating ponies. In fact, Princess Celestia is actually going as far as to encourage it. Don't knock it till you try it." He said. It starts to make sense now. Now upon closer inspection, you realize just how many humans were in relationships with ponies. After a minute of silence you finally say something. "Yeah, I guess it does seem pretty normal. Anyways, did you need to buy some apples? I kinda need to close up here." You say, gesturing to the stand. Jeff pulls a couple of bits out of his pocket, grabs some apples, and leaves. You finish packing up a few minutes later, and begin to walk back to Sweet Apple Acres to return the remainder of the stock to the barn. That talk with Jeff really gets you thinking. 'Maybe I should start looking for a relationship with someone.' You think. 'But who? Chelsea from work? Nah, we aren't that close. Pinkie Pie? Nope, too crazy. Cheerilee?' You stop dead in your tracks. Cheerilee. The first pony you met. Your first friend. Your roomate. And now you realize, your crush. "I have a crush on Cheerilee." You say. You think about it. Yeah, you definitely did have a crush on Cheerilee. 'I can't tell her!' You think. It would really affect your relationship with her if it didn't work out. What if she said no? Things would become really awkward between you two. You might even have to find your own place. But what if she said yes? What if she also felt the same about you? What if the relationship worked out? It would all be worth it. But how would you even ask her out? You remember the only time you had ever tried to ask a girl out. You clearly remembered her turning into a total bitch and yelling at you in front of everyone, calling you a loser. 'Totally worth the risk.' You thought to yourself. You then remember the heavy cart you had stopped pulling. 'I should probably finish with this task first.' You think to yourself, as you continue down the dirt road to the farm. ... The rain had really picked up now, soaking you through to the skin. Why hadn't you thought to bring a jacket? 'Because I'm an idiot.' You remind yourself. Finally making it back home, you rush inside to get out of the cold. The warm room instantly heats your bones, providing most desired relief from the chill. Cheerilee is sitting by the fireplace, grading papers. "Hi, sweetie." She greets you. You feel your insides heat up from hearing her voice. "H-hi." You stutter. Cheerilee looks at you with concern. "Is everything alright?" She asks. "J-just cold." You reply. "I'm going to g-go put on some d-dry clothes." You say, gesturing down the hallway. "Okay." She says. "Just don't take to long. Dinner's almost ready." You give a nod of understanding, and rush down the hall into your room. You quickly peel off your cold, soaking clothes, and pull on something dry. You manage to do this in under thirty seconds, but you sit on your bed, deep in thought. "How do I ask her?" You ask yourself. "Do I do it now? Do I do it later? Do I buy her flowers? What the hell do I do?!" Cheerilee's voice calls from the kitchen, letting you know that dinner is ready. Slowly you walk to the dining room, where she has two bowls of carrot soup set out. You both sit down at the table, and begin eating. The two of you make small talk while you eat, but nothing too interesting. Afterwards you two begin to clean the dishes. You figure now is the best time to ask. "Hey, Cheer?" "Yes?" 'Do it! Do it now! C'mon, DO EET!' "I gotta ask you something." "Okay..." She looks hesitant. "What's your favorite color?" You blurt. 'Smooth one, coward.' She looks at you, confused. "Orange, but I think we both know that isn't what you were going to ask." 'Dammit, she's onto me!' "Care to ask what you intended to?"
Chapter 5 GRAND FINALE!Today you were working out in the orchard, picking apples. You were picking the apples as fast as humanly possible. When working in the orchard you only had to pick so many bushels of apples before you could leave, rather than work for a set amount of time. Just meet the quota, and you're done. You wanted to get done as fast as possible, hoping to have time to get ready for your date with Cheerilee tonight. "Woah there!" A voice called out from behind you. It was Applejack. What could she want? You turn to face the orange mare. "Y'all sure are working mighty fast. Why? You got a date tonight?" At that last comment you blush deeply. AJ looked at you with a smug smile (Author's notes:this is what the smile looked like, only on Applejack). "Hehe, Ah completly understand. Here, why don't you ya take the rest of the day off, an' head on over to my friend Rarity's shop. She'll make you look nice an' fancy for yer date tonight. By the way, who is it?" You mumble incoherently. "Ah'm sorry, what was that?" You mumble again. "Yer gonna have to speak up." "Cheerilee!" You quickly say. Applejack looks shocked for a moment. Then she smiles, warmly. "Good fer you! Ah've known Cheers since we were in school together. Ah hope everything goes well." Thanking her for letting you off early, you quickly head in the direction of Carousel Boutique. ... Cheerilee sat at her desk, watching the clock tick away. 'How can I still have five hours left of class? It feels like I've been sitting here for more than two hours.' She thinks to herself. The timer on her desk rings. "Okay class," She says, in her sing-song voice. "Time's up! Turn in your tests!" There was the sound of shuffling chairs as students got up from their desks to turn in their tests (Scootaloo appeared not to have answered any of the questions, instead drawing a picture of her and Rainbow Dash flying together). She sighs as she places the papers in a neay stack in the corner of her desk. Normally she enjoys teaching, but today she's too anxious about her date tonight. "Okay class, open your text books to page seven-hundred and thirty-six." She says, getting up from her desk and going towards the chalkboard placed at the front of the room. She begins giving the class their usual math lesson, but her mind is wandering elsewhere. 'I wonder what exactly we're doing tonight. Does he have a plan? Do I need to dress up? Should I bring some extra bits, just in case he doesn't have enough?' The questions just kept going on in her head. She clearly wasn't focused today. Snapping out of her daze, she looked at her chalkboard only to realize she had been writing your name repeatedly, instead of writing down problems. She quickly erased it, hoping none of the students had written it down in their notes. 'This is going to be a long day'. ... Finally, after several hours of measuring, fitting, sewing, and much confusion on your part, your dress clothes were finally finished. And you were quite impressed with how they had come out, and thankful that Rarity hadn't put any rubies on it, much to her disappointment ("But they would really bring out your eyes, darling!"). Now you were stuck with another three hours until Cheerilee got off work. 'That's a really long time.' You thought to yourself. 'Maybe I should surprise her at work! But how do I do that without interrupting class, and looking like a giant ass-hat?' You thought for a minute, hoping for an idea. Your stomach growled. It was about lunchtime. 'Maybe I could surprise her with lunch.' You thought. That actually wasn't a bad idea. The students would be leaving to eat their own lunch, and it was a nice gesture. You smiled. "This is the greatest I've ever had, ever!" You said, louder than you should have. You quickly dropped your new clothes off at your home, before heading to the local deli to get some sandwiches. You kindly paid the cashier before heading towards Ponyville's school house. Just as it came into view, the bell rang signaling the begining of recess. You hurried up to the building, and knocked on the front door. "Come in!" Cheerilee's voice called from behind the door. She looked up from the papers she was grading, and smiled. "Hello!" She said, waving at you. "Hi." You reply. "I brought you some lunch." You said, holding up the bag. "Thank you, sweetie!" She said, offering you a seat at her desk. "You really didn't have to. You know that I always eat when I get home." She took one of the sandwhiches nonetheless "Well, Applejack let me off early, so I figured I'd do something nice for you." You reply. "Oh how thoughtful!" She said, giving you a hug. She then resumed eating as she graded the papers. "Do... Do you need any help with those?" You ask. She looks up. "Really? You bring me lunch, and you offer to help me with work? You are just the perfect gentlecolt- er, gentleman." She says. She hands you a couple of the tests, and returns to the one she was working on. Time passes slowly as the two of you grade the papers, occasionally taking a bite of the food. Eventually you both finish grading the papers, and you begin talking, mostly about how your days have been, but you also talk about some of the local gossip. "So, do you have any plans tonight?" She asks, looking up at you. "Um..." You begin. "Actually... I haven't thought about it yet." You respond, sheepishly. She just smiles warmly, placing a hoof on your cheek. "That's okay," She says. "We'll figure something out." The two of you slowly lean it towards eachother. You both begin to close your eyes. Just a few centimeters seperate the two of you... And then the bell rings, signaling the end of recess. "Well..." Cheerilee begins, awkwardly. "I should probably let the students back in, and continue class. See you when I get back home!" She said, waving. "Bye." You say, heading towards the door of the schoolhouse. Damn! You almost had it! 'Oh well, might as well go home'. You walk home to begin getting ready for tonight. ... It was nearing time for your date, and you would be ready... if you hadn't felt the need to repeat everything at least twice. You wanted this date to be perfect, or forever risk making things awkward between you and Cheerilee. Let's check to see if you've done everything: Shower? Twice. Hair combed? Twice. Teeth brushed? Three times. Deoderant? You lost count after five times. New fancy clothes? Yes. Yeah, you should probably be ready. 'Maybe I should take another shower?' NO! You've already taken enough of those. Maybe you should just wait for her in the living room? 'Yeah, that's a good idea.' You go out into the living room and sit on the couch, waiting for Cheerilee to come out of her room, so you two could leave. Finally, Cheerilee comes out of her room, wearing a simple black dress. She looks absolutely stunning. "Wow." You say, eliciting a blush from her, causing her cheeks to turn a darker shade of magenta. "Thanks." She smiles, sheepishly. 'She probably has no idea how cute she looks right now.' You smile. Tonight is going to be perfect, you just know it. "So, you wanna head out now?" You ask. "Yes." She simply states. You lead her the door, and open it for her (you proper gentleman, you). The two of you walk down Ponyville's main street, casually talking. After a few minutes you finally reach the street diner you had decided to take her to tonight. The two of you sit at a table and start looking at the menus. You decided that you might as well start a conversation with her while you wait for your food. "So, uh..." You begin. Crap! Isn't the whole point of a first date to get to know her better? What do you talk about when you've known your date for a few weeks now? "You don't know what to talk about either, do you?" Cheerilee pipes up. You nod your head yes. "Oh good," she says. "I thought I was the only one. I thought the whole point of a date is to get to know you better, but we've been living together for a few weeks now, so I already know about you." "I guess we already know eachother pretty well." You say. The both of you burst out laughing. "I guess it is kinda funny." She says, tears in her eyes. "Maybe we can learn a bit more about eachother." She suggests. "So tell me, what was it like coming to a completely different world than what you were used to?" You begin to tell her more about human culture, and she seems particularly intrigued. She occasionally makes a comment or asks a question. She actually seems to enjoy hearing about things that are actually quite boring. After awhile you run out of things to talk about. "So, what was your childhood like?" You ask. Now it's her turn to rant. She talks about what her family is like, all the way up until your food arrived. You continue to exchange stories while you eat. Now you're telling her about what humans eat (avoiding the subject of meat be difficult, but you try not to mention it to avoid making her sick). "You know," she says. "I'm really glad we did this." "Me too." You agree. ... Later the two of you are sitting back in your living room, drinking coffee and telling more stories. "Well," She says, getting up from the couch and stretching. "I had fun tonight. We should do that again." "Yeah." You say. "How about next Tuesday?" She simply smiles, and gives you a kiss. The two of you begin blushing profusely. "Sounds like a plan." She says. THE END. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Holy crap, I finally finished a story. I would like to thank you all for reading, and hope you read some of my other stories. Signing off, Frizzy.
Chapter 4"Uh... Sweetie? Are you okay? You've been staring off into nothing for about a minute now." What? Had a minute gone by already? You must have zoned out. "Sure." You reply, barely aware of your surroundings. What was going on again? Oh, that's right, you were just about to ask Cheerilee out on a d- HOLY SHIT! You begin to panic as the thought of what you were doing flooded back to you. This is crazy! You were about to ask Cheerilee out on a date, and you couldn't even do it! 'Cheerilee, will you go out on a date with me?' That was good, but maybe you should try again, except this time you could actually say it out loud. "Cheerileewillyougooutwithme?" You say, finally working up the courage to say it out loud. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Cheerilee asks, looking puzzled. Dammit, she didn't understand you. You still have a chance to abort the mission. "Uh... Nevermind. I-it's not important." You turn away from her so she wouldn't see you brightly blush. 'Way to go the cowardly way out.' You scold yourself. "I think I'm going to go to bed. Good night." You turn and leave the kitchen. "Uh... Wait a second." Cheerilee says. You turn around to face her. You are surprised to see her blushing. "I was, uh, wondering," She begins. "If, uh, you would like to go on a date tomorrow night?" She asks. What? Your mind is full of fuck right now. Cheerilee just asked you out, right after you failed to do the same. She actually wanted to ask you out! You couldn't believe it. You both felt the same way about eachother. This is the greatest moment of your life. "Yes!" You blurt. You could have responded with a little less enthusiasm, but you were just so excited. "Er, I mean, yeah. I, uh, just failed at asking you a second ago." You blush, awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head. You are both blushing now, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. "So." Cheerilee says. "So." You reply. "It's a date then?" She asks. "It's a date." You reply. "Well... good night!" She says. "Good night!" You reply. You both walk off in the direction of your bedrooms, and go to bed. But neither of you fell asleep any time soon. No, you were both too excited about your date tomorrow. ... Author's notes: Well, sorry it's kinda short, but I just wanted to get this chapter out there. The next chapter will be the finale. So, expect stuff to happen. I'm hoping I can make it longer than usual. No, scratch that- I will make it longer than usual. In the meantime, it's 1 am, and I'm tired. Good night!
