It should be a time of celebration. You've done it, you've finished your senior year with your perfect GPA intact, and will soon be moving onto college and bigger things. You should be happy, but instead, you're at Neon Light's graduation party, standing off to the side of the dance floor with hands in your pockets after getting turned down by yet another girl. This has been your problem for the last four years, and because of it, you'll be leaving high school with something else intact other then just your grades.

Your virginity.

Four years of rejection, and it's looking like your college years are going to be the same. You sigh and look out on the crowd, at all the smiling faces and dancing bodies. You're ashamed to admit it, but you feel envy bubbling up inside you, and you're forced to look away. In doing so, your eyes land on an anomaly, a fellow party goer looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.

It's Moondancer, standing at the opposite wall from your own, a cup of punch held close to her chest in both hands with downcast eyes staring into it. The two of you aren't friends. Really, you're hardly even acquaintances, having done nothing more than silently read across from each other in the library on frequent occasion. Still, you don't like seeing the girl look so sad, and so decide to go talk to her.

After all, if you can help cheer her up, there's no reason for both of you to be depressed. Going the long way around, you come to stand to the girl's left, clear your throat, and try to speak over the bumping music. "Hey, enjoying the party?"

Moondancer jolts and whips her head up towards you. "What?"

"The party, you enjoying it?" you repeat with a patient smile, getting her to return it tentatively.

"Um, yes, I'm... having fun," she says unconvincingly, holding up her cup of punch in an odd salute before taking a sip. The subsequent mist she sprays out gets a few surprised shrieks from some dancers. "Ah! Sorry!"

"I take it you didn't realize someone spiked the punch," you comment with a smirk.

"No, I didn't," she says in a growl, holding the cup away from herself as if it's poison. "I don't drink."

"Yeah, neither do I, but there's some soda in the cooler out back, if you're thirsty," you inform her. "Probably quieter out there, too."

"Thanks," she says meekly, taking your lead and walking outside. She dumps her drink in the kitchen sink before the two of you leave through the sliding door. As soon as the glass closes behind you, the sound level plummets, allowing you to speak at a normal volume.

"So, what brings you here?" you ask, pulling out a cola for you after handing her one. "No offense, but you don't really strike me as the partying type."

She struggles with the tab for a moment as she responds, "I can say the same about you. What are you doing here?"

You shrug, taking a sip of your soda. "Seeing as this is the last big party before we all move on with our lives, I felt like it was important to come. It's kind of the night for lasts, isn't it? The last high school party. The last time I'm going to see a lot of these people. Heck, the last chance I'll have to get with a girl before college."

That's the second spit take this night. "W-what!?"

"It's true," you answer, your dejected spirit not being able to muster up the shame to shut you up. "Not like it matters, it's not going to happen, anyway."

"W-well, I'm, um, sorry to hear that," she mumbles, straightening her glasses and trying to hide the red on her cheeks.

"Yeah, it sucks, but I'm used to it. Just another rejection to add to the list."

"Oh? So you've already tried?" she asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Getting with someone, I mean... Who was it?"

"Fleur De Lis," you inform her, finishing your drink.

She tilts her head to stare at you. "Wait, are you serious? Fleur?"

"Yeah, why?"

She snorts obnoxiously as she giggles. "Fleur's, like, the most attractive girl in school. Plus she's had that on-again, off-again thing going with Fancy Pants all throughout high school. You never stood a chance."

You narrow your eyes at the pale girl. "Oh yeah, and who did you try getting with?"

"What? I-I don't know what you're talking about," she tells you, despite her frantic eyes saying otherwise.

"Don't give me that, I saw you standing in there by the dance floor. I know what rejection looks like. I'm practically an expert."

She attempts to stutter out a rebuttal, by gives up with a sigh after several failed attempts. "Okay fine, it was... Trenderhoof."

"Trenderhoof," you repeat, blinking a few times before bursting into laughter. "Trender's a complete flamer!"

"T-those are just rumors, they're not true," she tries to argue, glaring at you.

"Ah, yeah, no, sorry to say Mooney, but I had gym class with him, and believe me, when we're in the showers, the guy's eyes never travel above the waist. Seriously, he even makes the jocks skittish in there."

You're still chuckling when you hear the sniffle. Glancing over, you see Moondancer has turned away, and her shoulders are shaking.

"Hey, you okay there?" you ask reaching out to touch her.

As soon as you do, however, she jerks away. "I'm fine, so why don't you just leave, or do you want to make fun of me first? Tonight's a night for lasts, after all, right? This'll be your last chance."

"Ah shit, I wasn't making fun of you, It's just... It's funny," you finish lamely, feeling your gut sink when the sniffling gets louder. "Hey, it's not that bad. I've had way more embarrassing crushes."

She doesn't turn around, but eventually, she asks in a meek voice, "Like who?"

You scratch the back of your head. "Well, this'll sound pretty stupid, but I was a freshman at the time, so cut me some slack... I asked Dean Cadance out on a date."

"You... you did? Why?"

Much to your relief, it seems to be working as the sniffling stops, so you continue. "Because I was a horny idiot, and I thought she was the sexiest women I've ever seen."

"But she's, like, ten years older than you."

"Yeah, that's about what she said. Plus that it would be doubly inappropriate since she was a staff member. She sent me on my way with advice to find a nice girl my own age, and that I'd forget about her soon enough." That last bit was a lie seeing as how the dean is still a starring character in the few wet dreams you have from time to time. You aren't going to tell Moondancer, or anyone that, though.

"Heh, sounds familiar," Moondancer mumbles, peaking your curiosity.

"What was that?" you ask. "You got another embarrassing crush story? Come on, don't hold out on me."

She turns to give you a strange look, eyes slightly damp. You give her your most genuine smile to show you aren't teasing, and she huffs. "It was really, really stupid."

"Ooh, this is sounding good already."

She glares weakly, but continues, "When I was a freshman, I... tried to ask out Shining Armor. I mostly just stuttered whenever I saw him though."

It takes you only a second to know who she's talking about, you've seen him around the school plenty, as well as exiting the Dean's office with a rumpled shirt and fresh hickies on his neck. "The alumnus?" You can't help but chuckle. "Wow, who'd have thought our freshman crushes would have ended up banging? How ironic."

"Augh, that's not even the worst of it," Moondancer bemoans, surprising you with her sudden candidness. "He's my friend Twilight's older brother. Do you know how awkward that is?"

"Can't say that I do. The only family Cadance has that I met is Blueblood, and I'd sooner strangle the snob then be his friend, so no awkwardness there." You glance over and notice Moondancer blushing, eyes averted. "What?"

"... Blueblood's pretty hot..." she answers lightly.

You deadpan, before pointing with a can-laden hand. "You like a lot of gay guys, don't you?"

"Oh come on, you can't know if Blueblood's gay. He isn't even a classmate."

"No, but the guy looks like a ken doll."

"That's metrosexual, not homosexual," she counters straight-faced, holding the expression for all of three seconds before breaking out into a giggle fit.

You join in, and after half a minute of laughter, say, "No wonder we're both still virgins; we're either going after people out of our league, or who are gay. We need to lower our standards, and go after people with the right sexual orientation."

"Easier said then done, apparently," Moondancer comments, leaning against the glass with a defeated hum. "School's out now, too, so it'll be even harder to socialize and look for a guy like that. What am I supposed to do? Go to the bowling alley?"

"Too young for the bars, too," you add, joining her against the glass and looking up to the stars. They're hardly visible due to all the lights set up to decorate the party.

"We don't drink anyway, so the bar would just be weird."

"And it's not like a couple of bookworms like us could even get passed a bouncer at a club."

"Ugh, why does this have to be hard? Why can't I just ask a guy, and have it not be weird?"

"Yeah, why can't I just meet a girl who's cool with a one night stand, no strings attached? I mean, it's just sex right? Nothing special."

"Right? If a guy asked me right now, I'd agree on the spot."

"Heh, same here," you agree, the two of you falling silent as you listen to the dulled music of the party mixed with the night life. "...Wait, what was that last thing?"

"Hmm, what? That if a guy asked me if I wanted to have sex, I'd say yes? What about it? Not like it'll ever happen."

She takes a sip of her soda just as you push away from the glass and ask, "Moondancer, will you have sex with me tonight?"

Rule of three dictates that the ensuing spit take should be the funniest yet, but you're too intent on her answer to find the humor in it.

"W-what!?" she gets out between coughs.

"Will you have sex with me. I'm asking you right now."

"W-why?"

"Because we both want to lose our virginity, and we can help each other out."

She's blushing fiercely as she wipes her chin clean on her sweater sleeve. "I... I don't know, this is pretty sudden..."

"Come on, Moondancer, this is perfect," you reason, "I want to have sex with a girl, you want to have sex with a guy, and tonight's the last night we'll probably have the chance before college. It doesn't even have to mean anything; just a couple of friendly acquaintances helping each other out."

"Wouldn't it be weird though?" she tries, nervously twirling a a few strands of purple and red hair between fingers. "I mean, we barely know each other."

"We both know the other needs this," you assert. "And it's not weird, just think of it like a... a study session. You've had those, right? It's a completely normal thing; people helping each other to learn, is all."

"Studying?" She perks up a little, "I... guess it's kind of like that. We both learn something new."

"Yeah, exactly! We're preparing for the future, like sex in college is going to be the test, and we're studying for it now so we don't fail!"

She bites her lip. "I suppose it's a good idea..." She shuts her eyes and take a deep breath before opening them and squaring her shoulders. "Okay, let's do it."

"Yes," you hiss, pumping a fist. "Okay, where do we do it? One of the upstairs bedrooms?"

"Um, I don't think I'd be comfortable there. Someone might walk in on us, or at the very least hear us."

"Okay, how about... my place? It's only a couple blocks away."

She tilts her head. "But what about your parents?"

You wave a hand. "Mom's on a business trip, and Dad's at a conference. I'll have the house to myself until Monday."

"I... guess that'll do," she say haltingly, trying to give a small smile despite her obvious nerves.

You hold out a hand and try to sound reassuring. "Hey, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to, so it's cool if you back out. No hard feelings. Still, it would mean a lot if you came, and I don't think you'll regret it."

Staring down at the proffered hand, she dances a little in place, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if preparing to flee, but eventually, she reaches out and wraps her cold, slender fingers around yours. "Okay..."

You grin and give her hand a light squeeze, heart pounding in your chest and stomach doing flips. "I promise, this is going to be great."

She never quite reaches your enthusiasm on the walk to your home, and is skittish as you lead her upstairs, but you are determined to make this experience a good one for both of you. After all, this night will be your first, and you only get one.

Author's Note

Just something I wrote on 4chan and decided to bring over here. Any corrections are welcome.