“Who has this much whipped cream in a fridge?” Sunset thought out loud, her back to the girl that was writing out a counter spell.
“Me, silly!” Pinkie giggled after Sunset had questioned the bouncy girl about it the next day after everyone had left to go and practice their music for the upcoming Battle of the Bands.
This was roughly three months ago. In that time, Pinkie did her best to try and get Sunset to go out with her. It failed until one day, Sunset ended up sick due to the weather changing in preparation for Winter. To show that she wasn't just a whip cream hoarding girl, Pinkie decided to try and take care of Sunset.
“Maud. I need ingredients for soup, stat!” Pinkie declared when she ran home after school. The unusually focused girl dumped her bag behind the counter and slid into the kitchen. Maud was currently feeding Boulder, however, splotches of dried batter was on her frock as well as in her hair. She must have been busy cooking something for that to happen.
“You know where they are,” Maud drawled, lazily pointing in the general direction of the pantry. It was beside the stove and faced the fridge in the kitchen. Pinkie bounced over to it and began her soup preparations. Some chicken stock, a few different herbs and spices, and a tupperware container to hold it all. A pot was soon boiling over the stove. Pinkie hummed and grabbed a few odds and ends to potentially help out Sunset in her time of need.
When it came time to get to Sunset’s single bedroom apartment up on the third floor of the complex, Pinkie had changed clothes and packed her bag with the essential equipment to make a sick girl feel better. The soup in the thermos. The appropriate spoon. Some movies. A few different other things too. She had changed into a white top, and a pair of faded blue denim jeans that were starting to have holes in the knee areas. Pinkie hummed a little tune to herself as she skipped up the stairs, deciding to take them two at a time for some extra exercise.
Wheezing and groaning, Pinkie huffed when she got to the third floor but almost immediately got her breath back when she saw that Sunset’s door was directly in front of the stairs. “Maybe she used to have quick getaways?” Pinkie spoke aloud to herself, hand on chin in thought. The door was just like any other. Wood, peephole, keyhole, even a slightly rusted door handle from years of use from previous owners. Pinkie cleared her throat then rapped a fist on the door.
“Come in,” Sunset croaked from within. Pinkie frowned a bit at hearing Sunset speak but opened the door and headed inside with a smile on her face. She kept it up and saw Sunset had sequestered herself onto her couch, a small two seater, curled up within a blanket. The TV was on but the sound was turned low. The blanketed girl was shivering every other minute, followed by a small sneeze.
“Hi, Sunset,” Pinkie said softly, peeking into the gap that her friend had made to look out of. Sunset’s eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and they were bloodshot and red. “I noticed you hadn't been at school for the past few days so I brought over homework and homemade soup.”
“Oh, that’s kind of you,” Sunset replied huskily. She sounded like she had a frog stuck in her throat. Pinkie moved back when she saw Sunset move and only her head got uncovered. Sunset’s fiery locks were a mess, having the ‘permanent bed hair look’ down pat. Pinkie giggled at the sight and set her bag down.
“I even brought some movies to watch so you have some company,” Pinkie told her with a smile. Sunset simply nodded and Pinkie heard the TV behind her get somewhat louder, but it was still quiet enough so they could talk. “First, we need to at least get your hair back to normal.”
Sunset couldn't trust her voice so she simply nodded and grunted affirmation. Pinkie zoomed to Sunset’s bathroom and before Sunset had a chance to truly listen to the current show that was blaring, her hyperactive friend was back and softly combing Sunset’s hair
“That feels good,” Sunset mumbled, letting Pinkie do her thing.
“Aww, I'm glad you think so,” Pinkie cooed. She knew that Sunset knew about her feelings. It was obvious for a while now. She simply hoped that this care and attention somehow got Sunset to reciprocate the feelings. When she finished brushing, Sunset looked slightly more like Sunset rather than a hag from a lake.
“You said you brought soup?” Sunset asked, rubbing her throats to try and get herself to speak better.
“Mhm. Chicken soup. Made it myself earlier today,” Pinkie chirped her answer and fished the thermos out her bag. She went to the kitchen and got a bowl after Sunset verbally directed her and poured a bit of the soup into it. She got a spoon on her way back and sat in the spare seat on the couch.
“This is embarrassing,” Sunset groaned after a few spoonfuls of soup.
“What? Being fed while you're weak enough to barely hold a spoon? How is that embarrassing?” Pinkie asked, clearly shocked at the concept.
“I've always had to look after myself. You know that, the girls know that,” Sunset explained, rubbing an eye. Pinkie sighed and gently placed the spoon back in the bowl.
“We know and we also know you've been trying your best. This is what best friends do for each other. Well, as far as I know anyway,” Pinkie said cheerfully, not letting it bother her. She helped Sunset clean her face then dug around in her bag before picking out a cheesy romance. “So, why don't we watch a movie to get our minds off things?”
“Sure,” Sunset answered and rolled her eyes at seeing what movie it was. She figured that Pinkie would pull something like this. Not that her help wasn't welcome. It was! She just thought that Pinkie was taking things too far. But, Sunset had been thinking over her own feelings for Pinkie over the past however long she’s been sick. It seemed like weeks even though Pinkie had said it was only a few days. Man, sickness has a death grip on her shirt and continuously slamming her against figurative lockers until she passes out. “Considering what you’ve been trying to get me to do with you, isn't this a bit much?”
“Nope. This movie is great for laughs! Besides. I should have taken the hint ages ago. I was just being silly,” Pinkie chuckled but it sounded slightly forced.
“You … you weren't,” Sunset shook her head and after getting permission, slowly drank the rest of the soup from its thermos at her leisure.
“I wasn’t?” Pinkie repeated. Sunset shook her head once more.
“No. I've been thinking. About how I feel about our relationship,” Sunset told her, looking at the TV screen and not at Pinkie, scared of her expression. Pinkie was oddly silent so she powered on. “I was confused. Especially since you started asking me out all the time. But. When I'm better, I believe I can give it a go.”
Pinkie gasped in delight and kissed Sunset, nearly knocking the thermos out of her hands. She broke it off and giggled at Sunset’s unamused expression. “Heheh, sorry, too excited.”
“No … just warn me next time,” Sunset smirked and after screwing the thermos shut, let Pinkie kiss her again, albeit more gently this time.
