Conflicting Conflicts

-Chapter Two-

The knock came from the lady I expected. She was looking at the ground when I opened my door.

"Hey." I said, wanting to break the moment.

"Hello." Rarity responded.

Then the silence returned. I stared at her in patient judgement.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" I said flatly.

She sighed. "I...I wanted to say....that I'm sorry." Her voice wavered slightly.

I moved to the side, inviting her inside my house. She looked up, looking almost as if she was caught off-guard by the gesture.

"Oh, thank you." She said, walking inside.

"Don't mention it." I responded.

I sat on the couch in the living room. She followed suit by sitting on the chair facing against the sofa, at it's side. I took a deep breath.

"Sorry for what, exactly?" I said.

She looked at the floor once again. "Everything."

"You're going to have to elaborate for me." I replied heatedly.

I could see that she wasn't exactly feeling great. She almost shook in the chair, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry for... inconveniencing you for such a long time." She stated.

"Oh, you mean making my life shit for the past four years? Yeah, thanks. That apology really makes up for everything."

"I'm trying here, okay?!" She looked up now, her eyes watering. I stayed silent. I might be an ass, but i'm not going to prod too far at someone like this, even if it's Rarity.

"I tried to get my feelings across, but it didn't come out the way I intended. Do you know how hard it is to admit your feelings to someone?"

I thought about it. No, I don't really remember seriously expressing my feelings to anyone. I never had the chance to, I guess.

"I can't say I have." I replied meekly.

"Exactly." She said.

"But that doesn't make the past four years go away, Rarity. You're the only reason why everyone basically ostracizes me."

She looks back down at the floor.

"But it doesn't really matter, now. At least I'm not going to miss anyone, except for Gilda."

She visibly looked pained at that statement.

"This could've gone better..." She says.

"How so?" I replied.

"I had hoped you would've accepted my apology, and maybe we could've seen each other outside of school again, but..."

"...but this isn't your dream world, this is reality. And what is real is that you've done something that is hard to forgive, Rarity."

"Can't you see that I love you, Anon?" She interrupted, looking up at me with her teared expression. A face like that could break a man.

I sighed, getting up to comfort my long-known enemy. "Rarity, c'mon. Don't cry..." I put my hand on her shoulder, and she met my hand with hers.

"You're the only one I actually want to be with, Anon." She confessed, "Can we at least try?"

I thought about it. Honestly, the mix of recent emotions in the past minutes have mentally knocked me on my ass. I don't know if I can trust this lady. Then again, I haven't shared my love with anyone in a while. I took in another immense breath.

"I think we can. We can try. But you still owe me a shitload." I said, giving her a small smile.

A tear slipped down her right cheek, as she changed in expression from a frown to a grateful smile. She tackled me with a hug, knocking me back on the couch. I've never smelled her before, for obvious reasons, but she smells wonderful. She smelt of French Vanilla. Rarity sobbed joyfully into my shoulder for a few moments. After she finally lightened up, she lifted her head to meet my gaze. A tear dropped off of her face onto mine.

"Oh, sorry. Let me get that." She said, wiping it off my cheek.

Some part of me just said "fuck it." at this point. I'm glad I have that part. I met her hand at my face. She looked at me, questioningly. And that's when I did it.

I leaned in to make our lips meet. Rarity jumped, but melted into the kiss. She put her hand in my hair. She's been waiting for this, and I'm not going to disappoint. I'm not one to let people down, not even my worst enemy.

"Johnson, you lady killer." I told myself, gaining a renewed confidence.

When we broke the kiss, I noticed that Rarity was blushing. I guess I can't criticize, I was probably blushing too.

"A-Anon!" Rarity exclaimed.

Flirting procedures: Overdrive.

"It just felt right." I said, shrugging.

She bit her bottom lip. "There's certainly a lot of things feeling right." She said.

Then I felt some movement where I didn't expect movement. I didn't notice until now that her skirt draped over both of our crotches. She started rubbing herself against my clothed erection. I sunk back into the couch in shock.

"Ha! Hah! Let's save that for a later time, maybe?" I asked shakily.

She pouted, and lifted off of my member. "Darn."

"We're just finding out about ourselves, Rarity. Maybe in the future." I said.

She smiled. "Okay. Nice to see that you're not a horn dog like every other guy."

"Oh, no. I'd ram you until the cows come home. I just know that that's not how relationships work."

She blushed again at my statement, and I giggled. She laid back on my shoulder.

"So, we're going steady?" She asked.

"Sure, just don't put this on blast. It might not get the reaction you're expecting." I replied.

She screamed into my shoulder as she shook in belated excitement. Cute.

"I love you, Anon." She said.

"We might want to learn about each other before we say that." I warned. I felt her disappointment in her movements.

"But hey..." I whispered into her ear. "I'm certain I love you too."

I felt her smile.

"Well, I think it's high time I leave, before I do something I regret." She said, lifting off of me.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

Her response is only a wink. "Goodbye, Mr. Johnson." She says, walking to the door.

"Goodbye." I reply.

She waves before she closes the door behind her. What a lady. And what a conundrum I've put myself into. What will Gilda think, once I tell her? Who knows? The trepidation hit me like a truck.

I guess I'll have to find out tomorrow. For now, it's time to have some bomb-ass pizza rolls and vidya games.