TuesdayView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouTuesdayYou did Something to make Her Love You Chapter Two By MixA4 It's lunchtime at CHS, and you're doing what you normally do during lunch; camping off in a secluded corner of the cafeteria with a book and your lunch. Holding an interest in the medical field has always been something that alienated you from other students, especially when studying a book like 'Grey's Anatomy' can effectively make you look like a necrophiliac creep. You'll never forget the time Roseluck happened to look through your book, and began laughing as she showed the whole class the chapter on male genitalia. The Aorta is the main trunk of a series of vessels which carry oxygenated blood to the tissues of the body for their nutrition.. "Hey, Blu!" A remarkably familiar voice calls. You peek up from your book to see Rainbow Dash with a lunch tray in hand. She's giving you the same dorky grin she gave you yesterday. "Oh! Hey! Dash!" You say, swiftly forcing the large book into your backpack. "Erb, w-what's up?" You smile sheepishly, hoping she hadn't seen the large human heart image plastered on the cover. Dash giggles at your display. "I just wanted to thank you again for everything you did yesterday." "Oh, yeah, don't mention it," You say, relaxing slightly. "It was really nothing." "It was hardly nothing," Rainbow Dash says. "You carried me home and back, that couldn't have been easy on you." "Eh," You shrug it off. "I was happy to help." Rainbow Dash smiles. "I was wondering," She begins. "You're over here eating by yourself, would you like to join my friends and I for lunch?" "Er, your friends?" "Yeah!" Rainbow Dash turns and waves to a table on the opposite side of the cafeteria. Five girls wave back, two of whom you recognize from other classes. "Uh.." You hesitate. Normally people move away from you, not invite you to sit with their friends. You're unsure how to react. "Come on," Rainbow Dash grins. "Don't sit here all alone, come meet my friends!" "Alright?" You agree, still uncertain. You gather up your stuff and move to Rainbow's table, taking a seat across from Rainbow Dash and next to a girl with pink hair. "Girls, this is Blu." Rainbow Dash introduces. You feel the stares of five different girls land on you. "Uh, hey." You say, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. This is a rare instance for you. "These are my friends," Rainbow Dash begins. "That's Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Sunset Shimmer." "I'm warning you right now, I will inevitably forget at least one of your names." You say. Sunset Shimmer (?) laughs. "I didn't think we were all that forgettable." She jokes. You shrug. "So Blu, right?" Applejack says. "What kinda classes are you taking this year?" "I'm heavily involved with science courses." You reply. "With Doctor's Academy, they really want you focusing on core classes." "Oh, Doctor's Academy, dear?" The purple haired one says. God dammit why can't they just wear name tags? "Are you studying to be a doctor?" "Actually, I'd like to be a paramedic." You say. "A Paramedic, huh?" Applejack says. "What do they do?" You flinch as the image of bloody car wreck manifests itself into your head. You do not want to bring up some of the more morbid aspects of the job, especially over lunch with Dash's friends. "They respond to emergency calls and render care as needed." You say, selecting words carefully. "Sounds exciting." Applejack replies. "Well, there's rarely a dull day in the EMS, someone's always getting hurt." "That's for sure." Dash mutters, almost inaudibly. Right then, the bell for next class rings. You instinctively grab your backpack, which is unzipped and laying halfway open. Your massive book on anatomy falls out and skids over to the feet of Sunset Shimmer. "What's this?" She picks it up and begins flipping through the pages. Your blood runs cold as memories of Roseluck's encounter fill your head. Fuck. "Uhh, it's a book on human anatomy, I really wouldn't recommend reading that." You say, praying to God she hadn't opened to the structure of the reproductive system or some other page with off-putting content. Her eyes widen a bit, making a pit form in your stomach. You go to take the book back and see she's open on the page of the heart. You pause, waiting for her reaction. "Huh, so that's how it works." She says. Wait, what? Has this girl never learned about how the human heart works? It's basic science, is she from another dimension or something? "Can I borrow this?" She asks. You're at a loss for words. "Uh, yeah, sure," You say. "But do be aware it's about human anatomy, as in all human anatomy, do you catch my drift?" "Yeah, that's why I want it!" She says, flipping through the pages a bit more. "Uh, okay.. Just bring it back by Thursday, I need it for a test." You say. Huh, maybe there's some maturity here after all. With that, you start off to your next class. You lament when you realize it's Gym. "Why is Gym class still a thing." You mutter. You've never been particularly good at Gym class. While not the worst, you were often overshadowed by those with far more superior skills. "Alright, class." The gym teacher announces. He holds a red dodgeball under his arm. "Today we're going to do something a little different, and I think you're going to like it." "Dodgeball?" One student suggests rather sarcastically. "Yes," The teacher replies. How is that any different than normal? Dodgeball is practically it's own sport here at CHS. Games will will sometimes replace Gym Class entirely. "But, there's a catch." Oh? "Today, it's going to be a massive showdown between our class and the Advanced PE class." He says. "I know some of you don't want to play, but know that I will be watching, and it is a part of your grade. "Dodgeball against APE, this should be interesting, if not just a little bloody." You mutter. Advanced PE had a reputation for training CHS's athletes; all students in any form of sports were required to take the class over the stock PE class. As such, it was almost entirely populated with the hardcore Jocks of CHS. The gym is set up for the game, and moments later, the APE students walk in. They have a smug look about them, and an air of pride follows them around like a bad cologne. "Alright, the rules are simple!" The teacher calls out. "If you get hit, you're out! If you catch a ball that has not bounced, the thrower is out and the catcher can bring one person back in! You can use a ball to deflect another, but if a deflection makes you drop the ball, you are out! PE class, you need to actually play to get credit for today! Good luck, and have fun!" With that, the two classes split up, each taking sides of the court. While your PE class outnumbers the APE class over two-to-one, they're much stronger and considerably faster. You look through the sea of faces, recognizing a few of them from sports photos going around the school, and that's when you see her. Rainbow Dash, on the opposite team, with a compression bandage around her ankle, a competitive grin, and eyes locked right onto you! You wave nervously. She gives you a toothy grin and waves back. This is going to hurt. Red dodgeballs are set in the center of the room and both classes take their places at the opposite walls. "Get ready!" A pinch of adrenaline begins running through your system. "Set!" Fweeeeeeeeep! The sound of a whistle rings out through the gym, signalling the start of the game. In seconds, the gymnasium descends into total anarchy. Students scramble to get a ball, others hang back trying to avoid becoming easy targets, it's absolute insanity. Within moments, half of your PE class has been cut down, with a mere seven out on the APE team. You're lucky enough to still be in, but that's about to change as you see Rainbow Dash holding a ball, her gaze locked on to you like a missile system. This is really going to hurt. Rainbow Dash winds up, her eyes never stop tracking you. You turn and start putting students between you and Dash, using them as a form of meat shield, but it doesn't stop Dash. She throws the ball with precision accuracy, drilling you clean in the right shoulder. "I'm hit, I'm hit!" You say, throwing your hands up defensively. You go to take a seat on the bleachers, waiting for some to tag you in, or for the game to end. Whichever comes first. Your gaze lands back on Rainbow Dash, and you find that she's actually quite a decent player. Despite having to limp around on a dead leg, she's still mobile- and strong enough, to put up a significant fight. She looks in your direction and catches you watching her. She flashes a smile, then like something straight out of a movie, she stops one ball, uses it to deflect another incoming ball, then throws it, hitting another student out, all in the span of under three seconds! Holy hell, she means business! "Jay, get in there, you're up!" The gym teacher calls. You reluctantly head back out, but get struck out by Dash before you've taken three steps on the court. You give her an annoyed expression. She waves at you in a taunting manner. You sit back down on the bleachers and continue to watch Dash play. She continously glances up at you, as if to keep checking for your attention. Finally, someone throws a ball that's lucky enough to brush her bum knee. "Lucky shot!" She calls before heading up to the bleachers. She does not hesitate to sit down right next to you. "Fun game, huh?" She asks. You grin. "I wouldn't know, I've spent half of the match on my ass because of you." Dash giggles. "Well, maybe next time I'll go easy on you." "Maybe?" "Yeah, maaaybe. I can't let you ruin my good reputation, you know." "Right." You reply sarcastically. The compression bandage around her ankle catches your attention. "I gotta know, why in the world are you playing with a dead leg? Aren't you in any pain?" "Yeah, my foot's still a bit sore," She says, rubbing the bandage. "But I love dodgeball, and when I saw you playing, I knew I had to be a part of it." She places emphasis on 'you', you can't help but smile like a fool. "But wait, the coach is just fine with it? Isn't she worried you'd do more damage to the injury?" "I told her I could still play, she doesn't really care what you do as long as it isn't directly hurting someone." "Yeah, well, she didn't see the extent of the injury yesterday." You say. "Just please be careful Dash, I don't want you hurting yourself any more." "I'm always careful." She replies. That's how she messed up her ankle in the first place, being 'careful'. "Oh, hey, you're up!" Dash points to someone calling you in. "Without you in there to instantly tag me out, I might actually get someone!" Dash laughs. You step out onto the court; Currently APE outnumbers your class five to three. Then, without warning, you have no backup. In the blink of an eye, the only other students on your team have been tagged out, leaving you against five huge athletes. You glance over at Rainbow Dash, she's watching you intently. Feeling her gaze on you causes adrenaline to flood your system. Your heart begins pounding in your chest, your breathing becomes erratic, your hands begin to twitch with anticipation. The entire APE team focuses their attention on you, feeling as though they have this game won. Huh, so this is what it's like to stand in front of a firing squad. One athlete winds up and hurls a ball at you with deadly accuracy. Before you can even process what's happening, you spontaneously dodge to the left, feeling the wind from the ball brush your side. Another student flings a ball at you, forcing you to duck out of the way. A third ball forces you into a prone position, and another makes you log roll to the side. Jesus Christ, it's like you're moving through time itself! The last APE student steps forward, ball in hand, and you recognize him as the pitcher for the Wondercolts Baseball team. Time seems to slow down as he winds up a devastating throw, intended to knock you clean out of the game. Out of evasive moves and still on the ground, you instinctively throw up your hands to protect your face. THWACK!!! Your hands explode into stinging pain. When you open your eyes, you see a red ball at a dead stop, inches away from your face. You caught the ball. "You're out!" The gym teacher calls to the pitcher. Your PE class erupts with cheers as the pitcher trades places with a PE student, shock still very apparent on his face. You glance at Rainbow Dash once more, and see her cheering for the victory. Your victory. With intense amounts of adrenaline and an extra player on your team, you manage to knock out two more of the APE team and bring back one more of your own before you're inevitably thrown out once more. Heading back to the bleachers, you take your place next to Dash. She's positively ecstatic over your success. "That was SO AWESOME!" Rainbow Dash exclaims. "I've never seen anyone move like that before!" You wipe a bead of sweat from your eyes, still coming off of the massive adrenaline high. "I don't even know how that happened." You mutter, looking at your reddened hands. Just then, Rainbow Dash is called back to the court. "Wish me luck!" She exclaims, limping down the bleachers. "I really don't think you need it!" You call. The game goes on for a few more moments before you're called back into the game for a third time. It's two against a lone Rainbow Dash as you descend down the side of the bleachers. When Rainbow sees you coming back into the game, however, she instantly catches one ball, and uses it to throw out the other student. It's only you and her now. With a ball in hand, Rainbow Dash gives you a big, sweetly devilish grin. You're fucked. You pick up a ball, although you're fairly certain it will do nothing to help you at this point. Rainbow winds up, and hurls the ball at you with lethal power. You attempt to deflect the ball, but the sheer force alone sends your ball flying out of your hands. You lose. "Rainbow Dash from APE wins!" The gym teacher announces. "YEAH!" Rainbow Dash cheers, throwing her hands up in the air victoriously. You watch her flaunt about for a bit. Despite the loss, you feel slightly amused at her display. She runs up to you, grinning ear to ear. "Good game, Blu!" She sticks her hand out to you. "Yeah, good game." You reply, meeting her handshake. "That was awesome! We should do stuff like this more often!" "Yeah, maybe one of these days I'll throw you out." You smirk. "Maybe." Dash says playfully. "Just maybe." The class is dismissed and you head off to your final class. As you leave the locker rooms, you spot Dash on the way out giving you a sweet smile and a wave. You wave back and finish off your day. Author's Note This is definitely one of my weaker chapters, if not the weakest. There were some parts that had me stumped for almost an hour before I could figure out what to write. Either way, more is coming soon, and I genuinely hope you're enjoying the fic.
WednesdayView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouWednesdayYou did Something to make Her Love You Chapter Three By MixA4 Another Wednesday, another crappy Doctor's Academy meeting to sit through during lunch, thank God it's over. You head down the hallways toward the Cafeteria, glancing at your watch just before walking inside. "Leave it to a Doctor's Academy teacher to drone on for thirty-seven minutes about renewing your CPR cards..." You mutter, annoyed because you've almost pissed away another lunchtime. "If I really book it, I might have just enough time to-" "Blu!" Rainbow Dash stops you halfway to your destination. "Oh, hey Dash!" You feel a tinge of happiness when you see her. So much for having to book it. "Where were you?" Her expression seems a bit hurt. "I was a bit worried when I couldn't find you today!" Worried? About you of all people? "I have to attend a Doctor's Academy meeting every Wednesday during lunch," You explain. "It unfortunately tends to take up most, if not all, of my lunchtime." Rainbow Dash relaxes a bit, but still seems slightly sad. "Oh, well I was wondering if you wanted to come and sit with me again?" "I'd love to, sorry I couldn't be here sooner." Rainbow Dash brightens up and leads you to a table where her friends are seated. As you approach the table, you're met with a warm greeting by Dash's friends. Despite having only known these people for a little more than 48 hours, you can't help but feel a sense of acceptance around them. "Nice of you to join us again, Blu." Applejack says. "For a minute, we thought you found other friends to spend your lunch with." Sunset Shimmer comments. "Nah, I had a Doctor's Academy meeting. Every Wednesday, the group meets together for almost an hour to waste everyone's time." "Sounds delightful." She replies rather sarcastically. You shrug. "If certification and fundraising are your thing, then I'd guess so." You say. "But anyways, what did I miss?" "We were talking about how Pinkie is hosting a school wide dance this weekend." Sunset Shimmer says. "Sounds fun." You lie. Honestly, you've never really cared for dances, especially not ones held by the school. You'd go if you were asked out, but it is not something you'd go to on your own decision. "It's going to be so much fun! We're going to have music, streamers, cupcakes, punch, and so much more!" Pinkie Pie's talking is almost too fast paced for you. "Plus it's a Sadie's dance, it's always fun to place a new spin on an idea, wouldn't you agree? Are you going to go?" "I-I don't know, I don't even have someone to ask to the dance." You reply. "That's the fun of the Sadie Hawkins Dance! You don't have to ask anyone!" "Yeah, right." You say, still unsure of the entire idea. Pinkie Pie continues rambling on about this Sadie's Dance, but you wind up just tuning her out. It could partly due to the fact she's talking so fast, you can't understand her. The whole time she's talking however, you catch Dash staring at you several times. You notice her eyes seem to spark a bit when she looks at you. Soon, what's left of lunch ends, and you head off to your second-to-last class. "Dammit, Blu! How do you always forget your locker combination?" You mutter quietly, jerking on the lock with no resolve. "What are you going to do when you become a Paramedic? Forget where you left your patients?" "Hey Blu!" Rainbow's voice tears your attention away from your lock. "Oh, hey Dash," You reply, still fidgeting with the lock. "How's my big, strong paramedic doing?" Instantly, you forget what you were doing. "W-wait, what?" You turn to Dash, she's standing there with a big, cute smile on her face, a minor blush is apparent under her eyes. "What?" She asks, smiling bigger. "Aren't you my big, strong paramedic?" Big, strong paramedic. The phrase feels adorably wrong to you. It's cute, but it sounds as though it shouldn't be said. You fight the urge to start smiling like a moron, but it only serves to make your screw up your face further. You feel the heat of a blush for on your cheeks. "I, uh, didn't exactly think that was the case." You stammer, searching for words that seem nonexistent. Dash giggles. "Well you are, don't forget it!" She says. The bell for your next class rings, prompting you to hurry up and get your books for your next class. "I gotta go to my next class, I'll see you later Blu!" Dash waves to you as she walks off to her next class. As you watch her disappear through a mass of students, you suddenly remember your locker code. Three, thirty-one, eighty-three Click! Your lock pops open with minimal resistance. You open your locker, almost getting caught off guard by the wave of papers and books fighting to escape your atrocious locker. "That girl is giddier than a rat in a cheese shop." You recognize that accent. Behind your locker door, Applejack leans against a locker, her arms crossed. "Who? Dash?" You ask, still trying to contain the natural disaster of your locker. "What do you mean?" "I mean, she's got eyes for you, sugarcube. She likes you." "Likes me? I'd really doubt that, especially from someone like Rainbow Dash." "I don't know, the way she's been staring at you, talking to you, it's no secret that she acts much differently around you than any other person in the school. I've known that girl for almost seven years and I've never once seen her act the way she does around you." "But we're just friends, though. On top of that, why would she like me? I'm in no way athletic like she is, and outside of the medical field I don't really have any discernible traits." Through all of your shuffling in your locker, a small, nondescript hardback book falls out of the locker, knocking you on the head before falling to the floor. Your eyes widen in horror as you recognize the shape and color of it. Applejack picks it up and reads the cover. "The Anatomy and Physiology of the Human Reproductive Systems?" She does not seem amused. You swipe it out of her hands and jam it into the locker. "Purely for research purposes, I swear!" You say, feeling heat surge to your face. "Uh huh." She replies. You can't tell if she's believes you or not. "Look, my point is, she really likes you, a lot in fact. I don't know why, or how, maybe you did something to make her love you, but she does." Thinking back, you start to realize how she has been acting around you. To say the least, it's odd. "Well, then what do you propose I do about it?" You ask. "Well, the way things are going, you may not have to do anything." "I won't?" "Dash is not the type of girl to just let something go. She'll probably end up asking you out." A brief moment of silence passes. You spot the book you were looking for and rip it out, shutting the locker in the process. "I suppose I should ask if you even like her back?" Applejack asks. "Do I like Rainbow? Well I mean, she's really beautiful, and her athleticism can certainly be appreciated." You freeze, looking for an appropriate phrase. "I'd guess this is all just so unbelievable because no one like Dash has shown interest in me before. It's kind of new to me." Applejack says nothing; instead she looks right into your eyes, as if looking for any trace of a lie. Another moment passes, before she finally smiles. "Well, I suppose Dash has found who can treat her right." She turns and starts heading down the now nearly deserted hallways. Before rounding a corner, she calls back to you one last time. "Just make her happy!" Your last class is entirely occupied with thoughts of Dash. Thankfully it was a lecture session because the only thing you could really focus on was the mental recording of Dash calling you 'her paramedic' and your recent conversation with Applejack. Eventually, the school day draws to a close, and you're walking your usual route back home. Author's Note Yeah, I don't know what to say about this chapter. Sorry. On top of that, I'm sorry it took as long as it did, TF2 and work really serve to undermine my writing.... I'll try to have the next chapter out soon, that you all for the comments and upvotes, it really means a lot!
ThursdayView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouThursdayYou did Something to make Her Love You Chapter Four By MixA4 Thursday. You've always held resentment for this day of the week, even more so than Monday. However today, as you grab a few books from your locker, you find yourself humming a delightful tune, pleasantly anticipating the day ahead of you. "Let's see, Biology, Anatomy, Geometry, what am I forgetting?" You mutter silently. "Am I forgetting anything?" "Excuse me," You look up from your apoca-locker and see Nurse Redheart, the school's nurse, standing in front of you with folded arms. "Do you know where Rainbow Dash is?" "Uh, no, sorry. I haven't seen her today." You reply. "Well, when you do run into her, could you tell her I need my book back?" She asks. "She agreed to return it this morning." "Yeah, sure." You say. The Nurse leaves without another word. When you run into her? How does she know you and Dash have been spending time together? Does the entire school know? You shrug it off and finish packing your backpack. Your first two classes pass mostly without incident. A surprise test in anatomy keeps you on your toes, while a geometry lecture makes you regret your very existence. However monotonous these classes are though, they do lead up to your most anticipated part of the day: Lunchtime. Specifically, lunchtime with Dash. Today, as you pick up a salad and a carton of questionably packaged milk, you make no delay to sit with Rainbow Dash and her friends. Rainbow smiles as you take a seat next to her; you unbox your salad and begin picking through spinach leaves and bits of cabbage. "With the Sadie's dance happening in just a few days, we get to close off the gym and start preparing for everything! I've already got music, banners, tables, and seats set up!" Pinkie Pie says. After spending a couple days around her, you've learned to understand her high speed dialect a bit better. "I'm trying to talk Principal Celestia into letting me bring my Party Cannon to the dance!" "Now Pinkie, I really wouldn't advise bringing that thing to the dance." Rarity comments. "Remember what happened at the Christmas Celebration?" "I know, I know, I learned my lesson; no packing the cannon with hard candies!" An image of students getting blasted with candy-cane salvo pops into your head. You can't help but chuckle. "Besides, I have an even better idea for what to fill the cannon with!" Pinkie Pie says. Rarity rolls her eyes. "Well, what are going to fill it with?" Applejack asks between bites of an apple. "I can't tell you yet, that's a secret for the dance!" Pinkie grins. "Just make your secret won't prompt calling an ambulance." Sunset Shimmer comments. "Speaking of which," Applejack cuts in. "Granny has to go to the doctor sometime next week. She keeps getting chest pains whenever she does work around the farm." "And it goes away whenever she rests, right?" You ask. "Uh, yeah?" Her gaze lands on you. "How'd you know that?" "It sounds like Angina to me." You comment, stuffing more spinach in your mouth. Then, all eyes are on you, like you made a really inappropriate joke. "What? Angina Pectoris? It's a cardiac condition where the heart's demand for oxygen exceeds its supply! I didn't make these terms, I just know them." "Uh, okay, well either way, it's still scaring us. We don't know what will happen." Applejack says. "She'll probably be prescribed nitroglycerin for the pain, it's not too much to worry about. Angina is a rather common condition." You say, looking for more croutons in your salad. "Huh." Applejack stares at you for a moment, she seems to relax slightly. "Well, alright, I suppose. I just don't want her heart to give out on her." "Hey Blu, are Paramedics the guys on TV who shock you when your heart completely stops?" Pinkie asks. "I mean it seems really cool how you just shock someone back to life, but wouldn't that hurt? It is an electrical shock after all." "Well, actually-" "Actually, Pinkie Pie," Rainbow Dash cuts you off. "Technicians and paramedics are only trained to defibrillate the heart when you're in ventricular tachycardia or ventricular fibrillation." Suddenly, everyone is staring at Rainbow Dash. "In the case of asystole or pulseless electrical rhythm, you shouldn't shock the patient, because the heart isn't moving; there's no rhythm to restart. Instead, you perform CPR until the heart has enough oxygen to restart it's rhythm, then defibrillate them if they're still in a lethal rhythm. Shocking a patient whose heart isn't beating will only serve to injure them further, although if they are in a lethal rhythm like asystole, they're probably not coming back anyways." Everyone is completely silent, frozen in their position, staring at Rainbow Dash as if an alien burst out of her chest. Even Pinkie Pie, who's normally spouting complete nonsense is now totally silent. Their stares eventually come to rest back on to you, expecting a reaction. You look from face to face, Dash is just giving you the same victorious grin she gave you during the dodgeball match. "Well, she's right!" You finally say, picking up a leaf of spinach. "Don't shock the bastard if his heart isn't beating!" Lunch eventually returns to chit-chat between the girls, but Rainbow Dash never loses the sly grin. Applejack keeps flashing you expressions of 'I told you so', but you mostly just ignore her. Lunch eventually ends, but before you can walk off, Rainbow Dash stops you and pulls you into a big hug. "Have a great day." She whispers before breaking away. The gesture is enough to make you start smiling warmly as you head to another gym class. Gym passes rather quickly with a few different sports-related games, and Biology was just lecture about the role of ATP in living cells. Finally, it's time to head home for the day. With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you head out through the back of the school and start the short trek home. As you walk by the track, you spot someone taking a position to run. Rainbow Dash, with her leg now fully healed, is stretching out for a run. You watch as she gets ready, adopting a running stance; in the blink of an eye, she's sprinting at top speed around the track. Her legs are a blur as she rounds the first bend within mere seconds. Her speed only picks up as she flies rounds another bend. She's already got half of the track cleared, and it's barely been a minute! She rounds the third bend, giving you a clear view of her determined grin and hyperfocused stare. She glances in your direction, and her expression changes to shock - at which point she trips over her own feet and rolls for a couple yards. Worry ensues on your part, prompting you to run over to her crumpled form. "Dash! Are you okay?" You ask, looking for signs of injury. Rainbow Dash just begins laughing. "Coming to save me once again, aren't you Blu?" She sits up and gives you a smile. You don't see any apparent signs of injury, aside from a few scuffs around her knees. "Pfft, with the lesson you gave everyone on defibrillation, I don't think you need me anymore!" You joke. "Aww, Blu," Dash gives you a sugar-sweet smile. "You know I'll always need you around." Once again, you find yourself failing to resist a big, dumb smile. "Are you alright, though?" You ask, helping her to her feet. "Yeah, I just didn't know you were watching me, it threw me off guard." "You're really fast, Dash!" You say. "Well, I'm the fastest out of the school," She beams. "I hold the mile record at four-twenty-four!" "I'd bet the sports teams just love having you around." "Of course they do, I'm the captain for all of them!" She smiles even wider. "Wow, no wonder you're so good at dodgeball! I'll really have to watch out for you in future games." Dash giggles. "Don't worry, I'll try to go easy on you next time." "But don't you have a reputation to hold though?" You joke. "I think I could give up just a bit of it for you." She says. "Just a little bit." A quick glance to your watch reminds you of your biology homework pile waiting for you at home. "Hey Dash, I need to get going. Biology thinks the best way for students to learn is to make them take half of the course home with them." "Oh, yeah, sure." She seems a slightly downcast about your departure. "But, before you leave, could we... erb, exchange phone numbers?" With how little you actually use the machine, you've almost forgotten about your cell phone's very existence. "I mean, we are friends, I'd like to be able to reach you." Dash says. "Oh! Yeah!" You say in a flurry, digging your phone out of your pocket. You hand her your phone and she gives you a teal green smartphone. You both enter in your respective information before returning phones. "There you go, shoot me a call or text whenever you want." You say. "Hold on, don't leave just yet!" Dash says, stopping you once more. "I want a contact picture!" Dash pulls you very close to her and holds her phone out in front of both of you. "Smile!" Click! "I didn't consent to this." You say sarcastically. "You didn't have a choice." Dash replies with a smug grin. "Yeah, fine," You play along. "But send me that picture, alright?" You once again start the walk back home. "I will, see you tomorrow, Blu!" Author's Note Goddammit this note didn't save on publication... Angina. Pronounced "an-jahy-nuh". I brought it up one time in a conversation, and had to spend the next five minutes explaining what it is and what it does. As usual, all of your comments, upvotes, and constructive feedback are greatly appreciated, I can't thank you all enough for the support you're giving me <3 We're really getting to the beef of the story now, I estimate this story is at the 50% completion mark with this chapter. I hope I'm not boring you all with the medical side of it all, it's just a specialization of mine, sorry On another note, I have another story planned with AJ being the focus, and yes, it may or may not have a medical focus. I hope you can stand to read it.
FridayView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouFridayYou Did Something to Make Her Love You Chapter Five By MixA4 Friday morning. Just four classes to knock out until you can veg out for a weekend and totally forget about school. Well, mostly forget about school. There's one particular girl who will likely be occupying your thoughts for a weekend. As you trudge down the hallway, your attention is split between an article pulled up on your phone, and making sure you don't smack into a student. ....Authorities have been able to fully verify the existence of a force known as 'magic' within our universe; small traces of it can be found everywhere, from.... A noise catches your attention. The high speed clip-clap of shoes against a hard floor makes you spin around just in time to have Rainbow Dash tackle you with a big hug. "Hi, Blu!" Rainbow Dash coos, her arms wrapped firmly around you with her face buried into your chest. "Good morning to you too, Dash!" you say, steadying yourself. Rainbow Dash giggles, her grip is unfaltering. "Are you ready for the weekend?" she asks, her face beaming. You notice that you're catching a few stares from other students. "Oh yeah," You say. "Are you?" "Totally!" her sheer enthusiasm alone is enough to drag a large smile out of you. Add in the fact that she's inches away from your face with her arms locked around your neck, and you can already feel yourself sharing in her excitement. "Do you have any plans for this weekend?" "Well, I was going to try beating my television at a staring contest, so no." you chuckle at your own (very) dumb joke. "That's good!" Dash says. Wait, what? Doing nothing all weekend is a good thing? You cock an eyebrow. "Er... I mean, that's not good," Dash recoils slightly. "B-but at least you're free to do stuff, right?" "I'd guess so, though I'm not exactly great at planning out my weekends." you mentally start counting the weekends you've wasted this year alone just playing video games. Right then, the bell for first period rings. "Aw, I gotta head to class." Dash mopes. "But I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Of course." You reply. Dash smiles. "Great! I'll see you later, Blu!" Dash gives you a squeeze and zips off to her first class, leaving you with the stares of several students. You merely crack a smile and head off to Geometry, a feeling a lightheartedness making you almost look forward to the class. Almost. Geometry seems even more monotonous than normal today, but thankfully passes swiftly. It might have been because you kept almost falling asleep halfway through the lecture. Either way, History comes next, which ranks slightly above Geometry in your personal 'Most Hated Classes' list. However, after hearing another drawl on the French Revolution, it too comes to a close. Time for lunch! You take a spot in the remarkably small lunch line and survey the menu choices. Salads, pizza, and lasagna speckle lunch tables as you slowly get closer to picking out a lunch for yourself. You're almost to the front when someone places a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, Blu?" You spin around and come face-to-face with Rainbow Dash. Figuratively, anyways. She outright refuses to look at you. "Hey Dash, what's up?" You ask. "Erm, nothing." She says, still avoiding any eye contact. "Could you, uh, follow me? I need to ask you something." "Uh, yeah, sure." You say, reluctantly following Dash out of the line. She leads you out to the now deserted hallways. You can hear the clamour of a Canterlot High lunchtime echo through the halls, but otherwise everything is silent. With the much more effective lighting from the hallways, you can now clearly see Rainbow Dash, and it's much different than what you've seen before. She won't look at you even slightly, her face is completely red and flushed, she's fidgeting with her hands, and she's noticeably trembling. You immediately feel a sense of worry. "Dash? Is everything alright?" You ask. "Uh, yeah, yeah, everything's fine." She says, still avoiding your gaze. "But, I... Need to ask you something." You still can't get over her tremors. Is she sick? Did she injure herself again? Questions are running through your head faster than you can answer them. "Yeah?" You reply, still deeply concerned. "You, uh, you know what tomorrow is.. Right?" She asks. "Yeah, it's Saturday, what's that got to do with anything?" You ask. Rainbow Dash takes a deep, quivering breath and forces herself to look right into your eyes. Her pupils are pinpoint, and you realize her face isn't flushed, instead she's blushing madly. She reaches into her pocket with twitching fingers and pulls out a shiny, glossy slip. "Would you, um.. Would you like to go to the dance tomorrow? With... Me?" She asks. Suddenly, everything makes sense. The shaking, the blushing, she's in fight-or-flight mode. And she's asking you out on a date. "You're.... Asking me out?" You stutter, slightly in shock. You mentally slap yourself for asking such a stupid question. Rainbow Dash says nothing, she merely stands there; You can tell she's resisting the urge to turn away or run. "Dash, I-I don't know what to say." Say recoils a bit, her eye twitches. "I'd love to go!" It's like you flipped a switch in her head. Rainbow Dash instantly brightens up. "You will?! Aw, yeah!" She squeals with delight. She throws her arms around you and pulls you into a big hug. "We're going to have the best time together, Blu! I just know it!" Once again, her sheer amount of excitability and energy goes right through. You begin laughing as you wrap your arms around Dash. You and Rainbow Dash return to the cafeteria for lunch. To your dismay, the lunch line has grown about five times as large since you left, and you're stuck at the far end of it. Thankfully, Dash is right there beside you, still wearing the her big, adorable grin like she won the lottery. You finally get your lunch and head over to your new spot. You and Dash take your seats at her friends' table, although Dash is sitting considerably closer to you than normal. "Where have you two been?" Applejack asks. Dash glances at you, still smiling widely. "Waiting to get lunch." Rainbow Dash replies nonchalantly. Applejack raises an eyebrow, then smiles. "Uh huh." She says. "Right." "You spent that whole time just waiting for lunch? Lunch is almost over now, you hardly have any time to eat your food! If you really hurry, you can finish it before then end of lunch, but it might make your stomach hurt, like that one time I three batches of cupcakes in an hour. My stomach was achy for days!" Although you're learning to understand Pinkie a little better, her high-speed ramblings are still a lot for you to process. "Don't worry, Pinkie." Dash says. "Lunch was well spent." Well spent. Indeed it was. You lost about seventy-five percent of your lunch break, but a date with Dash made it all worthwhile. Before you can leave the cafeteria for your next class, Dash stops you, ropes you into a hug, and kisses you on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Blu. I can't wait." Author's Note Goddammit writing this chapter took considerably longer than normal. I had a massive load of things to do over the last two weeks, and this unfortunately got shunted to the bottom of my priorities list. I promise I will continue to update with faster times in between chapters. I hope you're all enjoying it so far. I may end up editing this chapter further, but for now I really want to put something out.
Saturday, part oneView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouSaturday, part oneAuthor's Note Behold! I'm NOT actually dead yet! No but seriously, I'm trying to get back into doing this again. Also, sorry if it's rough around the edges, I could only do a single proofread session. Saturday, part one You Did Something to Make Her Love You Chapter Six By MixA4 Saturday evening, 5:36 p.m.. Your mind is a blur of different thoughts and feelings, ranging from anxiety to pure ecstasy. You bolt around the house, trying to quell your festering mind as you try to find everything you're going to need for the dance. "House keys, check. Do I have my wallet?" You mutter. A brief search of your coat reveals a black leather bifold wallet. "Check, do I look like I should be at a dance?" You run to the bathroom and inspect yourself in the mirror. A skinny, decently dressed teenage boy with combed blue hair stares back at you. "I think it'll pass for a dance." You turn your head to get a better look at yourself. A mental image of Rainbow Dash makes you rethink your hairstyle. "It could be better for Dash's sake." Just as you dip your head into the sink, the booming sound of your doorbell makes you jerk upright, smacking your head on the faucet. Pain seems unnoticeable, however, as a mix of excitement and adrenaline dull your senses. You waste no time in sprinting down the stairs to the front door. You pause, taking a breath to regain your nerve, and open the door. Rainbow Dash stands before you, dressed in a beautiful rainbow colored dress, with matching gloves, and a set of pink boots. Her big dorky smile makes you almost lose your nerve once more. "Hey Blu!" She says sweetly. If voices had flavor, you could swear hers would be the flavor of Skittles. "You look really nice!" Your brain is in near-total anarchy, her compliment almost flies clean over your head. "Oh, erb, thank you, Dash!" You sputter, trying to throw together a return compliment. "Wow, if you made my heart run any faster, I'd need triple dose of Lidocaine to keep my heart from failing!" Fucking smooth, Blu. About as smooth as a fucking sandpaper margarita. You feel heat surge to your cheeks as you process what you just said. To your surprise, Rainbow Dash grins and begins laughing. "Oh, Blu." She throws her arms around your neck and pulls you into a hug. "You're so cute when you're nervous." Despite a rocky start, the night proceeds without a hitch. Dash drives the two of you to the dance, never once losing the excited smile she's got spread across her face. The dance itself is spectacular. You knew Pinkie Pie had a reputation for extreme parties, but this is something that could rival a Hollywood party! Balloons completely cover the ceiling, music blasts from speakers all over the gymnasium, a line of party food and refreshments spans the length of six party tables, and multi-colored lights and lasers shine new life into a crowd of eager party-goers. It's truly something to behold. "Huh, I'd guess Pinkie Pie didn't have as big of a budget this year." Dash comments, seemingly underwhelmed by the near-insanity laying before her. You are unable to fathom a party any bigger than the one before you. Before you can think too hard, however, Rainbow Dash grabs your hand, interlocking her fingers into yours, and drags you to the dance floor, flailing her arms around with yours in tow. It suddenly hits you: You cannot dance. You have never once been to a dance that you weren't forced to go to. You're the only one standing still in a sea of writhing bodies. God. Damn. It. "Come on, Blu! Show me your moves!" Dash yells over the obnoxious music. She continues to push and pull on your arms, her smile unfading. "Uh, Dash? I don't know how to dance!" You reply, feeling nervousness take hold of you. Dash giggles. "Blu, I am a sports legend! I spend more time out on the field than I do in my home! Do you think I know how to dance? Do you think anyone here can dance?" She asks. It quickly becomes apparent that no one in this mass of students is actually dancing in any real shape or form. They're all just moving, having fun, going along in organized chaos. You become more relaxed as you realize how right Rainbow Dash is. You start moving your legs, trying to mirror Dash's own movements. "There you go, you're getting it! See? Nothing to it!" She says. Her reassurance makes you totally relax, and before you know it, you're laughing and dancing to the beat like a fool. This process carries on for ten thrill-loaded minutes before the song suddenly changes. "Ohh! I love this one!" Dash squeals. "This one?" You echo. "Yeah, it's called the Cha-Cha Slide!" The Cha-Cha Slide? Oh,this is good. A new opportunity to show how out of touch you are. "W-what's the Cha-Cha Slide?" You ask. "It's a really fun party song, just listen to the lyrics!" "Uh, huh.." "It's time to get FUNKY!" Funky? Who uses that in a song anymore? You're starting to have second thoughts about this. Dash senses your hesitation. "Here, hold my hand, I'll show you how it's done." She says, holding out her hand to you. You take her hand, and she grips it tight. "To the left!" Dash struts to the left, prompting you to follow suit. "Take it back now, y'all!" Rainbow Dash struts to the right, almost bumps back into you. She flashes you an amused grin. "One hop this time!" The entire gymnasium erupts with the sound of shoes against hardwood. "Right foot let's stomp!" Clomp! You're slowly getting into the swing of the music. "Left foot let's stomp!" You time this one in unison with the rest of the students. "Cha-cha, real smooth! Dash faces you with a smile and begins waving her arms around with yours. "Having fun?" She asks. "I'm totally out of sync, but hell yeah!" You reply, trying to slip back into the song. The song continues playing, and before long, you're moving perfectly in tune with the song. The song ends, and the dance floor erupts back into synchronized anarchy as more music fills the gym. After nearly an hour of absurd dancing on your part, you excuse yourself from the floor to get some refreshments. Dash follows close behind, not letting go of your hand. "Jesus, it's like how schizophrenia would look if it were a pastime." You say, helping yourself to some fruit punch. Dash stands adjacent from you, surveying the crowd. "Yeah, Pinkie's parties can get a little off the hook sometimes." She giggles. "I hope it's not too crazy for you." "Are you kidding? It's nice to be able to cut loose like this!" "Yeah, 'cut loose' is definitely how I'd describe that!" Rainbow Dash points to a circle of people, all gathered around a short girl with burgundy hair doing literal backflips on the gym floor. "Heh, you go, squirt." Dash mutters, a simple grin is spread across her face. A feeling of euphoria begins to register in your mind as you feel entirely satisfied with how the night is going. You get to go to a stupidly fun dance with a beautiful girl who likes you for your stupid quirks. This is one hell of a night. The light-hearted feeling begins to vanish, however as a hulking student approaches Rainbow Dash. This kid, if he can even be called that, is humongous. The sheer height alone makes you question how you missed him on the way in, and the size of his arms make you think he bends barbells for a workout. His size makes you wonder if he has had Pituitary gland suppression growing up, and you're pretty sure two clones of you wouldn't outweigh one of him. Even worse, he's now talking to Rainbow Dash. "Dash, I need someone to dance with. Come with me." He even sounds like a giant, Christ. "Brute, I'm here with someone else," She points to you. She does not look pleased. "Could you leave us alone?" "You're going with this small fry?" Part of you feels as though you should do something to intervene. The other part of you is too scared to do anything. "Come on, Dash. I'll give you a real date." "Brute, I'm not going with you." Dash says sternly. The student looks annoyed. He grabs her wrist. Okay, time to intervene! You jump between Rainbow Dash and the student. Your heart picks up pace as the student's angry stare locks onto you, silently processing the defiance. "Excuse me," You say nonchalantly. "Is there a problem here?" Adrenaline courses through your veins, you can feel your hands begin to twitch as your heart slams against your rib cage. "Move it, tiny, this doesn't have anything to do with you." He says. "Oh, it's going to involve me very soon if you don't leave Rainbow Dash alone." You cannot believe what you are saying. Even Rainbow Dash seems shocked. "Blu, you don't have to do this." She whispers, her wrist is still locked in the student's grasp. The behemoth straightens his back, towering over you by at least six inches! His eyes alone look like they're forged from fucking iron! "You wanna say that again?" He says, trying to intimidate you. The gym becomes much quieter as students start taking note of the scene before them. "I said," Your lips are running, and you can't stop them. "It's going to involve me very soon if you don't leave her alone. Now." The giant brings himself down to your level, he's eye-to-eye with you right now. His black eyes stare right into you, can you can make out various scars across his face. With the exception of the music from the speakers, the gym has fallen totally silent, or at least, you feel like it has. "And what are you going to do if I don't, doctor?" He asks in a grizzly whisper. That insult hits deep. Your heart is racing, your breathing has become shallow and erratic, you can feel almost nothing but epinephrine at this point. "I swear to God," You say, gritting your teeth. These words are not your words. You've lost all control over what you're saying. "If you do not turn and leave right this fucking instant, I can, and I will, teach you the actual definition of 'Medical Malpractice'. Leave." You say in a low tone. You're going to die. You are going to fucking die here. This is the end of you. The monster continues to stare right at you, unmoving, processing your hollow threat. You do not break eye contact, as if you were trying to kill him with your eyesight. Time itself seems to have frozen as you face off with Goliath reincarnate. Suddenly, his left eye flickers. He glances around, seeing the hundreds of students around him, seemingly frozen in place. You continue to stare, unmoving, as if even blinking could shatter the fabric of time. The only movement you can sense is your heartbeat, slamming around violently in your chest. He turns his gaze back to you. "You're a fucking loser." The barbarian finally says. He releases Rainbow Dash's wrist and staggers off, leaving you and Rainbow Dash in total shock and awe. He stumbles to the exit, and flashes one last menacing look your way before leaving into the night. Once the door closes, you collapse into a chair, your mind is reeling in an overload of chemicals. Words attempt to escape your lips, but they all become just illegitimate babble. Rainbow Dash seems just as shocked. She glances wide-eyed at you, before staring straight off into space. "I need- I'll be right back." Rainbow Dash bolts off suddenly. You're too loaded up on epinephrine to notice. Slowly, piece-by-piece, you come down from the massive high you're on. You mentally start piecing together what just happened. You almost fought someone. You made Rainbow Dash look like a fool. You threatened someone with physical harm. Dash ran off somewhere, probably to get away from your psychotic nature. Students have probably taken note. This does not look good. As you're still mentally rebooting, a teacher walks over to you out of concern. "Blu? I saw you over here talking with Brute Force, it didn't look too good." Miss Cheerilee says. "Nothing... happened, did it?" "N-no, nothing happened. We just... spoke. That's all." You reply. "You're okay, right?" She asks, eyeing you up and down for injury. "I'm fine, just a little tired out." You say. Miss Cheerilee cautiously walks off, flashing you one last worried look before disappearing. Out of the corner of the gym, you spot Rainbow Dash over by the Dj's table, pointing at you and talking to Vinyl Scratch. Great. Now she's warning other people that you're a psychopath. Way to handle the situation, Blu. Vinyl appears to smile and nod at Dash, and Dash starts briskly walking in your direction. "Rainbow, I'm really so-" You're cut off as she forcefully grabs your hand and drags you out of your chair, presumably to take your sociopathic ass home. Nice. First date, and you've completely blown it. Top-tier work there, Blu. However, to your surprise, she stops in the middle of the dance floor, she pulls herself close to you and hugs you close. You're caught off guard as a slow song begins to play through the speakers. "Blu, why did you do that?" Rainbow Dash asks. Guilt begins to wash over you, making you regret everything that happened in the last five minutes. "Ugh, Dash I'm sorry, he just-" "Why are you apologizing? I'm not mad! You did nothing wrong!" "Wait, what?" "I've never had someone stick up for me like that, especially not to Brute Force!" She says, hugging you closer. "I'm just wondering why you'd do something like that for me? That guy is a monster, and yet you stood up to him!" You're unsure of how to respond. "Dash, I had to do something. I couldn't just stand by and watch." You say. Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and smiles sweetly at you. "So instead of running off like anyone else would do, you tell him off so bad, he leaves the dance?" Dash giggles. "First you carry me home when I couldn't walk, then you give me a great week, next you take me to a dance." She says, drawing closer to you. "Hey, you paid for the dance, I just went along!" You say. "And then you stand up to the biggest, meanest kid in the school, all for my sake. Where have you been all my life?" Before you can reply, Dash closes the distance between the two of you and presses her lips to yours. You're initially caught completely off guard, but you let yourself be taken away. This really was a great night.
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SundayView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouSundayYou did Something to make Her Love You Chapter Eight By MixA4 Your eyes flutter open, the events of the night prior instantly playing back in a headache-lined, second-long slideshow. You remember Dash, the dance, several songs, and your confrontation with Brute. You absentmindedly trace the outline of the bandage as the memory of your assault makes you wretch. Even if Brute did start the fight, you feel terrible for escalating it needlessly, and you wonder what the potential consequences could be. Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do for now. You might as well start going through your insane homework pile. As you roll out of bed, your stomach begins verbally protesting your decision. After breakfast, of course. You peek into the kitchen to see if your parents are awake. You'd prefer to avoid explaining the grisly scene that is your face to them until you've at least eaten. Before you can duck out though, your dad's eyes widen from over his newspaper as he spots the telltale bandage stuck to your cheek. "Blu, did you go to a dance, or a fight night?" "We... ran into some trouble." You reply, taking a seat next to him. Your mother already decorated the table with eggs and toast before heading out to work. "Yeah, I can see that! Do you want to tell me what happened?" The unsavory details pour into your head, making you noticeably shudder. "Someone picked a fight with me in the parking lot." You blurt out, finally. "And you let them hit you?" "I didn't let them do anything, dad." "Well what happened? It looks to me like I should call the school." "I..." You sigh. "Someone was being disrespectful to Dash, and when I stood up to them, he attacked me. I was forced to fight back." "So you did hit them back?" He cocks an eyebrow. You simply nod in response. His expression softens. "Huh." "I know, I shouldn't have instigated-" "Did he leave you alone afterword?" He cuts you off. "Uh, well, yeah you could say that." You reply. He glances at the bandage on your face. "Take off the bandage, let me see what happened. " You slowly peel the scotch tape away, wincing with each slight tug experienced. When fully removed, your dad is silent for a moment, seemingly admiring the sheer damage you sustained. "You must have really hurt him if he did that and still backed down." "I uh.." You trail off, unsure of whether to tell him or not. "Yes?" He presses. "I.. broke his nose." "Oh, wow, Blu!" Your dad smiles, raising his hand for you to high five. It only intensifies the guilt you feel. "I'm so proud of you for sticking up for yourself!" "Dad, I assaulted someone!" His expression drops to confusion. "Blu, you stood up for yourself - and your date. You shouldn't be angry, you did what was right." "Fighting is the right thing to do? You're proud of me for injuring another student?" You shoot back. "I wouldn't be proud if you attacked someone unprovoked." He clarifies. "He did attack you first, right?" "Well, yeah, but I could've avoided-" "No, you couldn't." He cuts you off again. "Blu, there are people in this world who will go looking for fights. No amount of 'avoiding' or de-escalation will help you. Sometimes you need to know when to defend yourself." "Dad, you know I'm a pacifist. Fighting isn't who I am." "And that's very admirable, I want you to keep doing that." His expression softens. "I'm not saying you need to give up pacifism at all, I want you to try and avoid fights at all costs. I am saying you need to learn when it's just not an option." You sigh and nod. "I'm going to go to my room, dad." You turn and start to walk off, carrying a plate of eggs with you. "Hey!" He calls, making you stop. "When am I going to meet your girlfriend?" The day passes slowly after that, no thanks in large part to the hours of homework you have. Truth be told, it would go a lot faster if you weren't texting Dash back and forward every 3 - 5 minutes. "Do you like turtles? I think they're sooo awesome!!" A text from Dash appears on your phone. "Turtles? You honestly never struck me as the type." You hit send and turn your attention back to your book. Plant Cells, Animal Cells, Ameoba, Bacteria, Viruses... Actually, Rainbow Dash might be helping you fight boredom-induced fatigue. "I know it's weird haha but have you ever seen a pet turtle? They might be slow but they never give up and they have this huge shell they hide in!" "We'll have to go to the Aquarium together sometime." You write. White blood cells are a general term for several subspecies of lymphocyte, blah blah blah. A message from your phone redirects your failing attention span. "That reminds me, do you want to come down and run at the track with me tomorrow morning?? I need a reliable running partner!" That officially marks the first time you've ever been invited to a sports activity - and the first time you've seriously considered going to one! "You know I'm not as fast as you are, Dash." Hitting send, you return your attention to your homework. "Go anyway! It's about doing it, not about how fast you do it!" Dash even replies fast.
MondayView OnlineYou Did Something to Make Her Love YouMondayYou did something to make her love you Chapter One By MixA4 It's 6:13 in the morning, and you're making a groggy journey to Canterlot High School for a Doctor's Academy meeting. "I'd bet they scheduled the meeting on a Monday morning just to fuck with the students involved." You say aloud, despite no one being around. You are not a morning person in the slightest, especially not on Mondays. Add in a mandatory meeting with a bunch of stuck-up jerks, and you have a morning straight out of Hell. You're about to open the back doors when you hear it. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" A very loud scream pierces the air, tearing your attention away from the school. You turn toward the origin, your mind still reeling from shock, and find that it came from the Track. Without wasting a beat, you run over to investigate who made that scream, and why. Upon approaching the track field, you see a rainbow-haired student lying on the ground. She's holding her ankle in pain, and tears stream from the corners of her eyes. Upon seeing you, she waves you down. "You! Come here, please! My ankle, I-I think it's broken! Please, help!" You waste no time and run to her side. "What happened?" You ask. "I-I was running, I tripped and smashed my leg, I think it's broken!" Her shaky hands don't leave the injury. You decide it would be best to examine the injury for yourself to determine whether you should call ambulance or not. "I want to have a look at it, but let's get you off the ground first." You say. On que, you scoop her up in your arms and carry her over to the bleachers. She isn't expecting it, and instinctively throws her arms around your neck. You sit her down on the bottom row, being careful not to bump her leg. "I need to look at your ankle to see how badly you've injured it," You begin. "Do you mind if I take off your boot to get a better look?" The girl bites her bottom lip, nervousness is apparent on her face. "Okay." She finally agrees. You undo her shoelaces and carefully start removing the boot, wiggling it a bit at a time to avoid putting her in further pain. The girl sucks air in through her teeth as the boot starts to come off, but relaxes when it's fully removed. You slowly strip off the rainbow colored athletic sock (What's with this girl and rainbows?) and expose her beautifully toned leg. From what you can see, there's no immediate indicators of a break. "Where does it hurt?" You ask. She motions toward her foot, around the Achilles' tendon. Carefully, you place your hands around the site, but the girl instantly rejects the action. "Hey, hey, HEY!" She draws her leg back, her expression becomes irritated. "What do you think you're doing, you pervert?!" "I'm trying to feel for fractures or other signs of injury that require immediate medical attention," You reassure her. "I promise, I'm only trying to help." Her expression softens to a nervous stare, and she slowly brings her leg back. Carefully, you start reassessing for signs of injury, starting this time from the knee and working your way down. However, you can't help but notice how smooth her legs feel. Extremely athletic and almost perfectly sculpted, you feel your face get a bit warm as you chase some unsavory thoughts from your head and resume checking for injury. As you reach the joint, she flinches, and her expression becomes pained. Around the injury site, you feel a small amount of swelling on the inside of her leg, and an abnormal patch of heat on the opposite side. From what you can tell, she simultaneously pulled one muscle and sprained another. Thankfully, there's no signs of a break. "It's not broken," You say, looking the girl in the eyes. "But you won't be walking on it for a few days." "Wh-what?" She asks. "You've really messed up your leg. I'd doubt you could stand, much less walk on it." "Oh, no.." The girl says. "Is something wrong?" You ask. "I mean, besides the dead leg?" "Yeah, I left all my stuff at home!" She says. "My books, homework, everything is at home, I really need it!" She tries to stand up, but quickly sits back down. "No no, don't stand on it!" You say. "But I need to go home and grab my stuff! I can't miss today, and if my grades fall, I won't be able to do sports anymore!" Right, because she's totally a viable player in her current condition. You let out a sigh, glancing at your watch. The meeting was already in progress, and frankly, you didn't care about making it anymore. "Where's your house?" You ask. "It's about a mile and a half away from here." She points to towards the southern part of the school. "Alright, let's go then." "But I can't-" You stop her mid sentence by picking her up in your arms. "Hey, what're you doing?" "I'm going to take you home to pick up your stuff." You say. "Uh, no it's fine, I can get there on my own." She protests, motioning for you to set her down. "Not with that foot, you can't." "No, really, I'll be okay, you don't have to do this." "No, I don't." You say. "But you need the help, I have no problem providing it." The girl bites her lip, anxiously glancing toward the school. "Alright, fine, but just drop me off at home. I can get back on my own." Something about how she says that makes you think she really couldn't. "Oh, yeah, and my name is Rainbow Dash." "I'm Blu Jay. While it is nice to meet you, I wish we could've met under different circumstances." "Agreed." She replies. The walk to Rainbow's house passes in utter silence. The whole time she keeps shooting you nervous glances, as if she doesn't know what to expect from you. With plenty of time before school starts, you arrive at Rainbow's home, a large, two story house. "Thank you for the help, Blu." She says. "How're you going to get back to school?" You ask. "Do you have a way back?" Rainbow Dash flinches. "I, uh, I'm still working on that part." She says, looking away timidly. "Rainbow, I can take you back to school, it's not a big deal." "I really couldn't ask that of you," she says. "You've already done a lot just by bringing me here. I couldn't ask you to take me all the way back." "It's really not a problem. If you need the assistance, I'm more than happy to help, but I can't let you crawl around on your injured leg. It's just not right." Rainbow Dash hesitates. "Okay, but really, you don't need to keep doing all this for me." She says. You carry her up to her house and she unlocks the door for you. "My parents are at work, we should be, erm..." Her face reddens slightly. "Alone... Y-you can put me down, I can get to my room." "Is it upstairs?" You ask. "Well, yeah.." Before she can fight you any further, you carry her up the stairs to the second floor. "My room is to the left." She points to a door at the end of a hallway. A poster of the Blue Angels hangs proudly on the door. "The Blue Angels?" You ask. "Yeah, I know it's stupid, I-" "No no! Are you kidding? I love the Blue Angels! I wish I could be a Blue Angel!" Rainbow Dash giggles. "They were my childhood heroes, I always wanted to be right there in one of the jets with them." Rainbow Dash opens the door and exposes the disaster that is her room. The bed is trashed, blankets covered the windows, various clothes littered the ground. Crimson appears on Rainbow Dash's cheeks. "Oh, man, I forgot to clean my room..." She says. "Sorry about the mess.." You grin. "You should see my room. It almost takes a HAZMAT suit to cross." Your eyes land upon one of Dash's bras hanging in a doorway. You can feel your face reddening. "Hey, uh, I'll wait downstairs for you, we'll leave whenever you're ready." You say, setting her down on the bed. She smiles at you graciously. "Uh, I'm going to hop in the shower before we leave, if that's alright." She says. You didn't say anything, but she needed one. Dash closes the door behind you, and you head downstairs to the living room. You park yourself on a couch, trying to recover from the sleep loss you experienced from earlier. Upstairs, you hear the water turn on, presumably for Dash's shower. A short time passes before the water stops. Moments later, Dash limps down the stairs in fresh clothes and her backpack slung over her shoulder. "Hey, uh, Blu? Are you ready?" She asks with a smile. "Yeah, let's get going." You say, ignoring your muscle's plea to abort the plan. "You look really nice." Dash blushes a bit from the compliment. You her pick up her once more, only this time, she voluntarily puts her arms around your neck. "It's really awesome of you to do all this for me." She says. "It's nothing, really." You say, although your arms would sincerely beg to differ. You leave the house with Dash in your arms, and you begin the walk back to the school. "I do want to know, why are you doing this for me, though?" Dash asks. You pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer. Truth be told, you don't even know why you're doing this for a girl you haven't known for two hours. "It's... It's just the right thing to do. If I had injured myself like that, I'd want someone to help me too." You say. "But carrying me home and back? That's a lot to do for someone you've never met before." You shrug. "You needed help. I could provide the help." You say. Dash smiles at you. "I hope I'm not too heavy for you." She grins. "Nah, you're a paperweight." You lie right through your teeth. Truth be told, if she weren't hurt, you would've dropped her to spare what's left of your upper body strength. "Sure." She says sarcastically. The rest of the walk continues on with light conversation between you and Dash. She never does lose the grin on her face, even when you finally drop her off to her class. "You'll be okay, right?" You ask. Your biceps and triceps are begging for a yes. "My friends will be here really soon, they can help me out." She says, that dorky smile is still spread across her face. "Are you sure?" You ask, giving her a doubtful look. "I promise, they'll help me." She reitterates. "Alright, good," you say. "Have a great day, Dash." Before you can leave, Dash stops you and pulls you into a big hug. "Thank you, really." She whispers, before limping into her first class. Something about the way she said that and the smile she gave you just goes right through to your heart. With very sore arms and a big, dumb smile, you head off to your first class. The rest of the day passes mostly without other incident. You pass by Dash in the hallways, being held up by one of her friends with red and yellow striped hair. She sees you and waves at you with a smile, you return pleasantries and continue with your day.
