"Excuse me, sir?" I lifted my head to see the same waitress who had been serving us had stopped at my table.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you done with your plate? You've been sitting by yourself for at least forty minutes, and you haven't ate anything."

"Um..." I looked down at my food, still haven't been touched since I received it. "Can I get a to-go box? I'll just take it home with me."

"Of course, I'll be right back." The waitress left, and my head thumped down on the table again. 'Forty minutes? I've been here by myself for forty minutes. Okay Michael, enough self-loathing.' I pulled out my phone to see what time it was, and it was only 2:30. 'Huh. I guess it is time for me to get going.

The waitress soon came back with the to-go box, and handed it to me. After a quick exchange of thank you's, and stuffing my food in the styrofoam container, I made my way to the door. Walking out, I was greeted by the sound of birds chirping, cars zooming by, and other sounds of the city. I turned on my speaker and waited for it to connect once again.

I selected my song, and began to wander down the street, wondering what I was going to do next. Yet no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to the lunch with the girls, and what Rainbow almost did to me. 'Me and her are going to have a serious talk later on.' Before I knew it, the song had ended; and as I went searching for a new one, I came across my own song that I had written. A thought made its way into my head, and I began to brainstorm. 'I think I know a way to make this song perfect. It'll take a little hard work, and some charm, but I'm pretty sure it will work.'

I turned my speaker off, and went to my contact list on my phone. When I found the person I was looking for, I swiped right to make the call. 'Hopefully he answers, let alone agree to my plan.' After a few rings, the call was collected as I heard a familiar voice speak.

"Hey, Michael. What's up?"

"Hey, Flash. Not much. What are you doing?"

"Nothing at the moment. Why? You wanna hang out?"

"Eh... more or less. I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Okay, shoot."

"Well, I was wondering if you could teach me how to play guitar. If you can't, that's alright, but I thought I would give it a go."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. I was beginning to wander if Flash was going to tell me no, but then he spoke. "Okay, sure. When do you want to start?"

"As soon as possible, if that works for you?"

"Yeah that works. Where do you want to meet up?"

"How about your place? If I do it at my place, one of the girls may hear me."

"You're afraid of the girls hearing you? Why?"

"I'm not afraid of them hearing me. It's just that want I wanna do has to stay a secret. I'll tell you the details when I come over."

"Alright, well, see you when you get here."

"See ya bro." I hung up the phone and started thinking it over. 'Man, I'm finally gonna learn how to play guitar. This should make the song even more perfect. Switching the speaker back on, and choosing another song, I made my way back home to drop off the food. Afterwards, I jaunted over to Flash's house.

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Flash Sentry was always the cool guy back in high school. He was a in a good band (not the best, but still sounded pretty good), drove the awesome car that every guy wanted, and had that kind of charm that could sweep any girl off their feet. I had always envied him for those reasons; but he was a great friend, always looking out for me, and helping me out.

I always knew that Flash would do good for himself in the future; but I never knew that him and his band, Canterlot High's self-titled "Misguided Intellectuals", would ever make it to the big time. And not like what you would think. They actually got a standard gig every Saturday night at the local bar, something else that I envy.

As I walked up the pathway leading to his house, a good sized one that was painted royal blue, I saw that he was sitting on the steps inclining to the front door. "Hey bro. How's it going?"

"It's going alright."

"That's good," Flash got up from his spot and walked over to me. "So you really want to learn how to play guitar, huh? Gotta say bro, it took you long enough. I was starting to think you said 'forget it' and move on."

"Really? You know me better than that, Flash. I would never give up on trying to make it into music." He ruffled my hair and laughed.

"I know. Now, what about this 'thing' you want to keep a secret from the girls?"

I hesitated for a second, before remembering the reason I had asked Flash to teach me, besides the point of just learning. "Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't tell the girls."

"You have my word, bro."

"Okay. Well, you see, I wrote a song last night."

"Whoa, really? That's cool. Can I hear it?" Flash's comment threw me off for a bit.

"Well, not to be rude, Flash. But I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told the girls. I'm not ready, and when I am, everyone will hear it."

"Oh, well that's alright little bro," Flash said with a smirk.

"Little bro? You know I'm older than you, right?"

"I know, it's just, your like a little brother to me."

"I know, I know." I had to admit, Flash was kind of a role model for me, but not by much.

"Now, let's get you started on your lessons. I'll teach you in the garage. Mom don't like me playing in the house." I snorted as soon as he said that. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just, well..." I couldn't help but laugh at Flash. "For someone that is so 'cool', I just think it's funny that you still live with your mom."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, Flash. I'm just poking fun at you." Flash shrugged his shoulders and we laughed as we entered the garage. He grabbed his guitar, and started strumming.

"Now I'm gonna start by teaching you the basics. You ready?"

"Totally." 'Finally, learning time.' I grabbed myself a guitar, and we went straight to work.

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A few hours after my lessons with Flash, I started my journey home. It was starting to get dark out, but the sun was still sitting on the horizon. I walked down the familiar path back to my apartment. I had just made it up the steps of the apartment duplex, making my way to Apartment 13 (a fitting number me) when I saw someone leaning on the railing. It was hard to tell who it was at first, but as I got closer, crimson and gold colored hair began to stand out.

"Hey Sunset, what's up?" Sunset, who had just finished a cigarette, flicked it out to the ground below. She then turned her head and glared at me. She didn't say anything, but instead tried to pierce me with that cold look that I haven't seen since our junior year in high school when she was 'The Alpha-Queen-Demon-Bitch' as everyone liked to call her. "Is... is there something wrong?"

"Yes, Michael. There is something wrong." She hung her head, as if she was disappointed.

"What is it? Did something come back through the portal? Something so terrible and strong, that there doesn't look like a happy ending?" Sunset sighed, then glared back at me.

"What were you thinking?"

"What do you mean?"

"What were you thinking when you said those things about me? Huh? What gives you the right to say things like that?"

"Wha... What are you talking about, Sunset?"

She got right in my face and stared me down. "I get that you are lonely, and you are tired of being a virgin. I get it. But that does not give you right to say those things about me. What you said hurt me. You made me feel like a whore, and now everyone is looking at me like I'm some kind of slut!" She turned away from me.

"Sunset, I..."

"No, Michael. I don't want to hear it. Don't talk to me. Don't try to call me. Don't even text me."

"What?"

"Just go. Leave. I don't want to hear you, or see you. You have lost all my trust."

"What are you talking about, Sunset? I never..." But that was all I got to say, before something slapped me hard across my face. I reached up to where I was hit, then looked at Sunset, who was seething with anger. Her face was all red, and she was breathing very rapidly through her nose.

"I said I don't want to hear it, Michael Alan Keenan," she said through clenched teeth. "Now before you make me do something I'll regret, I suggest you leave, now." She turned on her heel, marched over to her apartment door, and clutched the door knob. "And I don't want to hear any music at all coming from your apartment, inside or out." She opened the door to her apartment and slammed it behind her.

All I could do was just stand there and stare at her door. "What the fuck just happened?"

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Well, here it is, chapter 3. Took awhile for me to get here, but now, we finally made it to the beginning of the fight. It can only go down hill from here, as a certain bacon hair is being stubborn. Damn. Right in the feels too.

Oh, and did I mention there would be cussing? If I didn't well, that's my bad. But I feel as if it helps drive the story, as the cursing helps show the heat going on between me... I mean... Michael and Sunset.

Until next time...

"Rock On, Party Hard, Live Long!"