Beauty And The Geek

Band had left the house with Blue Ray following his lead. As Band was walking, he stuck his hand in his hoodie's right pocket and sifted out a MLP3 Player and a pair of blue earbuds. He stuck in the wire's jack into the the input of the device and pushed his right earbud in his right pony-like ear and laid the left earbud hanging over and behind his left perked ear. He switched on the device and turned up the volume to max, then began to play a song called Spin That Record that a certain close friend made, known on the stage as DJ PON-3 and he always loved how loud the buzzes were and how deep the bass was.

He began to start singing under his breath, "Spin that record, Vinyl Scratch, and never stop the music."

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Band and Blue Ray were walking passed Sugarcube Corner when Blue Ray heard what he swore was a tiny elegant gasp come from the open doors of the building. Blue Ray looked passed the doors to see who was inside while still maintaining his pace with Band who, Blue Ray examined, seemed oblivious of his surroundings and tuned in to his own world of techno bass music. Suddenly, Blue Ray heard the same doors of Sugercube Corner swing outward from inside as he turned his head to see a milky-yellow mare sprinting out in what seemed to be blind anxiety. Well, Blue Ray was right about the now more visible mare being blind. Her eyes were clenched shut as she kept in a quick pace that would take past Blue Ray and...

"Oh no," Blue Ray thought as he had followed the mare's predicted path ending at Band, who was now doing a little stupid dance where he looked like a robot sliding smoothly across the ground and then vibrating to the wubs from his earbuds. Blue Ray began to panic as he turned back to see that the mare was not planning on opening her eyes and stopping, but was now advancing even closer toward Band.

Blue Ray had to think of a plan, but first, he would try getting his master's attention. He began to stand on his hind legs waving his forelegs in the above him frantically, knowing that there was no way for him to speak. After a few seconds, he realized that this was hopeless. Then, out of the blue (no pun intended), he was hit in the side by a soft leg kicking him to his side on the ground as the mare trampled through and slammed into Band making her fall on him and leaving both ponies daze and confused of what just happened.

Band opened his eyes realizing that he can't see and, besides the fact that he had been practically tackled to the stone brick ground, quickly started moving hands across the ground around the two ponies looking for his glasses. He felt his glass frame and picked it up off the ground with the mare still laying on top of him with her head laying on his chest.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her forehead and groaned quietly, "Ah..." feeling a now tender spot on it.

"Huh?" Band questioned, wondering who ran into him and was now on top of him. He squinted at the blur of yellow and pink, and placed his glasses back on his face. He laid there, aw-struck by her beautiful mane laying so delicately behind her like silk, he then noticed her new wound on the top of her forehead. He quickly acted with care.

"Are you okay?" He asked holding the mare on her sides trying to help support her up so she didn't strain her possibly injured back. She opened her eyes and looked at Band with iris's Band believed to be as lovely as polished emeralds glistening in the hot summer sun. She winced her eyes closed again with pain and opened them back up.

"I-I'm sorry," She said to him.

Even in his amazed state, Band then said to her, "No. It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention." He slides out from under her and stands up, holding a hand down for her to hold as to assist her to stand as well. She looked up to his eyes and strangely began to feel warm and flustered for some reason. She hoped that if she was blushing, he wouldn't notice, or think that her cheeks were hurt as well.

She stretched her arm out and held Band's hand and he helped lift her to her feet.

"Come here," He said softly, while leaning toward her face which she reacted with placing her hand on his chest holding him away from her lips.

"W-Why?" She asked, feeling her cheeks heat up even more.

"To look at the wound there," Band said sincerely, but not catching on to what it had seemed, to her, he was doing.

She let out a deep sigh and brought back her hand to allow him to observe.

"I can take care of myself," She said looking away from, to her, his soft dark chocolate eyes.

"I just want to be sure that, if you're hurt, I can help you as a way of saying sorry," He looked at the wound that had some dirt in it and realized that it could become infected.

"You don't need to say sorry for anything," She said feeling her a strange warmth inside her heart. She had never felt it before, but it felt nice for some reason. She felt comforted.

"Hey," Band said caressing her cheeks with his hands and aiming her gaze back to his eyes, "Your wound is gonna get infected if I don't help. Can you trust me and come with me to my house. I have things there that'll fix it up and bandage it."

She looked at him in his eyes as she saw no sign of trickery, only a sign of pure sincerity. Her sad lips turned a warm smile, but then noticed that his right eyeglass was chipped and scratched slightly.

"Oh goodness," She said grabbing his hands and taking them off her face, "Your glasses are chipped."

Band focused his eyes away from her onto the glass that sat in front of his own. He focused in on the slight crack in the edge of the right glass and said with a smirk instead of a concerned look, "These didn't cost that much, plus I'm covered." He looked back to her eyes.

She giggled and they stared at each other for a moment until Band introduced himself  first softly and casual, "My name's Band Sickle, but people just call me Band."

She looked away for a second trying to hide her flustered cheeks, but turned back to him and said gently, "I'm Fluttershy."

Band looked past the right side of her head and noticed his nearly forgotten friend laying on the ground unconscious on his back.

"Oh, buck!" He cursed and ran over to the sleeping dragon.

Fluttershy turned toward the dragon and her eyes widened by surprise. She was so ecstatic on the inside that she struggled to get words out and stuttered, "I-Is that a cr-crystal dr-dragon?"

Once Band had his loyal buddy in his arms and had heard some other pony actually know what this guy was, he walked over to Fluttershy with a face of disbelief, "How'd you guess?"

"Well," She began smiling softly, "I know everything about all the creatures of Equestria. Both alive and supposedly extinct. I take care of many animals at my cottage."

"That's amazing," Band said amazed.

"Why?"

"Must be hard to keep track of all of them."

She was flattered, "Not really, but we should get going if you want to help your dragon."

"Right."

Band, still holding Blue Ray with one arm, motioned his free hand toward Fluttershy's so she could hold his. Band then thought that this was probably to sudden for this kind of affection, but was surprised when his thoughts were interrupted by the warm and smooth sensation of the mare's hand grasping his. As the sun set, leaving the sky colored a beautiful and dreamy orange, they began to walk to Band's home so that he would help tend to every pony's wounds and injuries.