The wind swept over his greasy mane as he ran.

Razor had no clue why he was running. He assumed he just wanted to get as far away from his creepy roommate, Angel, as possible. However, he was nowhere in sight, so running aimlessly made little to no sense. Eventually, Razor had this thought cross his mind, and he stopped abruptly.

"Wait... Where am I?" He thought, as he looked around, with a dumbfounded look on his face. He hadn't seen this part of the campus before, and there was good reason for that. He was on the opposite end of the campus. "Maybe I should've taken that tour I was offered" He thought regrettingly.

"HEY RAZOR!" The loud shout made him jump in shock, as his name was called. It was an oh-so-familiar voice he hoped he wouldn't have to hear ever again. After all, the voice's owner was the reason he'd gotten lost in the first place. He slowly turned around, too awestruck to really think Angel was there without seeing it for himself.

"W-Why are you here?" Razor said, confused by how quickly Angel had gotten their, "Weren't you late?"

"Weren't you?" Angel answered, rhetorically.

"Well... yeah, but..." He stuttered.

"Then I guess we're both late. Besides, I always come the long way to see the wildflowers." Angel reasoned, gesturing to the flowerbed.

"Aren't their, like, dozens of flowerbeds on campus though?" Razor said, confused, "Why come all the way over here every morning just for a bunch of dumb flowers?"

"Hey!" Angel lashed out, offended, "These flowers never hurt you! I happen to come here everyday because this is the only flowerbed that grows roses!"

"Geez man, sorry..." he apologized, admittedly, poorly. "So, roses huh?"

"Y-Yeah, I've always liked roses. They're pretty." He explained, as hegazed at them as if the secrets of the universe were hidden in the folds of the petals "There's thorns and weeds everywhere though. Someone should take care of those" Razor reasoned.

"Don't need to. The thorns can't hurt the roses too easily." Angel said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh? Why's that?" Razor wondered, greatly intrigued at this point.

"Well, Roses have developed these barbs here along the stem that grow at certain intervals, so if a weed tries to strangle the rose, it ends up hurting itself, and the roses keep on standing."

Razor was compelled by this seemingly insignificant piece of trivia. He didn't know why, but it spoke to him on a much deeper level. As if it were even relavant to him.

"You okay dude?" As Daylight spoke up, Razor realized how quiet he'd been. For some reason, he realized, there were tears in his eyes. He discreetly lit up his horn to quickly wipe them away. He didn't want Angel to see him worked up over some stupid flowers.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He lies. "I'm just gonna... go..." He stutters as his horn flashes a bright red.

"Wait, but I wanted to—" and before he could finish, he was interupted by a bright flash, and Razor was gone.

Guess I'm walking...

Razor appeared in the lecture hall. Luckily, the professor wasn't there yet. As he looked around, there was no sight of Daylight. "Why am I trying so hard to avoid him?" he thought, "He called me cute. It's creepy, but not really something to worry about. Then again, he really is a total idiot. He's too happy for his own good."

"It probably doesn't matter..."

"HI RAZOR!!!"

"AH!!!" Razor yelped as his eyes were met with an upside down Angel. "Where'd you come from?! And how are you flying like that???" The flying colt above him was very reminiscent of a pink Earth-pony he'd met not too long ago. Luckily, this guy wasn't. as weird. However, that was still saying something.

"I came from outside, duh." he explained, nonchalantly. "And can't all pegasi fly like this?"

"None that I've seen," he answered, creeped out. "Stop doing that, it's weird!"

"Whatever you say beau <3" He said, sitting in the seat next to Razor.

"What did you just call me?!" Razor lashed, off-taken by that last part.

"Razor?"

"No you didn't."

"Pretty sure I did..." Angel croaked, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever, I know what I heard."

"Well why'd you ask if you already knew?!" Angel lashed.

"Look, I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not interested!" Razor retaliated, "I'm in love with someone else, okay?"

"Oh?" Daylight said, curious, "What's his name?"

"Her" Razor corrected, "Her name is Black"

"Pft!"

"What's so funny?"

"No way you're straight." Razor said, "You have to be, at the very least, bi, or maybe pan."

"What?! Why do you think that?" Midnight felt offended.

"Well, for one, you get all shy around me—"

"ONLY BECAUSE YOU'RE SUPER WEIRD!!!"

"And you got all sentimental about the roses—"

"WAS NOT!!!"

"And you were so eager to help me with my papers!"

"OKAY, YOU LISTEN HERE, IF YOU DON'T CUT IT OUT I'M GONNA—"

"—Quiet down when thine professor enters the hall, perhaps?" Says a third voice. Everyone in the lecture hall turned to look to the source of the interuption.

"P-Princess Luna?!" Razor stuttered as he looked upon the intimidating Alicorn.

"Well don't look so scared Razor, we know we art not the scariest woman you know," She said, hinting at a certain mare. "and that's Miss Doctor Proffessor Headmaster Luna to you!"

"Pst... So that Black mare you were talking about, is she the scary one?" Daylight whispered.

"No... well, sometimes she's a little scary, but that's why I love her!" Razor shouted back, abit too loud.

"I SAID QUIET IN MISS DOCTOR PROFFESSOR HEADMASTER LUNA'S CLASSROOM!!!" Luna boomed with her telltale Royal Canterlot Voice.

"Okay..." Razor said meekly, shrinking back in his seat.

"Good Razor! We trust you can wait until after the lecture to talk to your little coltfriend, no?"

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!" He yelled, both he and Angel, blushing heavily.

"Those blushes say otherwise, sweetie."

When Miss Doctor Professor Headmaster Luna's lecture was finished, and Razor was about to leave, he suddenly felt a faceless tail intertwine with his own, before the pony to whom the tail belonged brushed up against his own. He felt a strange sensation build up in his chest, and a heat rise to his face, as his muzzle contorted to a pleasured smile.

But all that went away when he turned to see who it was...

"So... You and me, huh?" Daylight... "I'll be honest, I def have those feeling for you, but I never imagined the Princess would—"

"DOCTOR PROFESSOR!!!" They hear from a distance.

"Right..." Daylight concluded.

"Everyone knew dude, I knew the whole time. But it isn't real by a longshot, you just wanna get in my pants. You barely know anything about me! You just find me attractive for some stupid reason!"

"Well, maybe I could learn what you're like. If I don't like you afterwards, I won't even try to slam it," he said, modestly, "but just for the record, you don't wear pants..."

"SHUT UP!!! IT'S A METAPHOR!!!"

"Sweet ass by the way. You're a bottom, right?" He smiled, awaiting an answer.

"Ugh! I'm not like that! Leave me alone!" Raaor yelled before running away hastily.

I need to stop running away from these situations...

Author's Note

Hello, everypony! This chapter was a long time coming, and I know it seems kinda short in relation to the wait there's been, but I took a break from the site for a bit. I hope you liked this and that you are excited for the next chapter.