Author's Note

The wait is over and my Dazzling story is finally up and running. I apologize for the long wait, I've been distracted with creating some art of my own and real life stuff, trying to get a job. Anyways, here's the first chapter and I hope you all enjoy what I have to offer

A Good Deed Goes A Long Way

Life is always hard. It's a harsh truth to live by, but it is reality. And you know it all too well since your life was pretty much shot to hell. At first, you always had a good life with your parents and liked spending most of your days indoors, going off in your own imagination and playing with your toys. However, you discovered a type of hobby that you couldn't walk away from and loved doing: singing. Your parents were impressed from all those times you sang in your bedroom, granted you were still learning how to sing in tone with the songs in question.

As you got older, you began to face a few problems. Not with your singing, far from it. The fact is that your mom was caught cheating on your dad when he came home with photos of her and this slightly younger man holding hands as they were coming out of the cinema and kissing.

You and your dad felt crushed. The fact that your mom betrayed you and your dad like this was unforgivable and now all respect for her was shot out the window when you both found out that they were planning on getting married one day. On the day before the wedding, your mom asked if it was okay to bring you along with her, like it was no big deal. And you flat out shouted in her face "I don't travel with whores who abandon their families," which shocked your mom and thought she had kept her affair a secret.

The time came during your Sophomore year when your parents filed for a divorce. Your mom tried to convince the lawyer that if you chose to stay with your dad, he might get violent with you. But your dad insisted that if she took you, how would you ever learn how to be faithful to your future lover?

If you knew your dad well, which you do, you knew that he wasn't a violent person. True, he does go out for beer with the other guys or goes out bowling, but he never loses sight of the most important thing in his life: you, his only son and he gave up his career as a rock star just to look after you. But your mom wouldn't have it, she tried to buy you out by taking you to all these places you wanted to go to back when you were still a kid and even took you to Gamestop where she bought you a golden PS4.

As cool as it was, you knew that this wasn't her showing how much she loved you. In the end, you decided to stay with your dad and would rather work to earn a living. After the divorce papers were signed, your mom packed up and moved away to her new husband's house.

For the remainder of your high school days, you chose to make your dad even more proud by getting yourself a part-time job to help make ends meet. He supported your decision and offered to help you get a house for you while you worked during the weekends, delivering meals to nearby neighborhoods. However, it was impossible to make these deliveries on foot, so your dad helped you out by driving to the addresses while you acted as the lookout for anyone who tried to jump your dad when he made the deliveries.

Needless to say, this plan worked out nicely. And to this day, you have since quit that part-time job and now work at Best Buy, unloading electronics off the delivery trucks and stocking them all over the store. Not only that, but you now live in your own house in a quiet neighborhood.

You still keep in touch with your dad, but it's still not the same with your mother. And quite frankly, she's dead to you and nothing's gonna change that. Today, you were in the kitchen, writing down a list of groceries you planned on getting down at the store. Some of the stuff was a few snacks in case you got the munchies and wanted to binge watch some movies or TV shows. The other things you wrote down were some meals you planned to make for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Thanks to those cooking lessons in high school, you found a way to feed yourself. Your dad was able to cook, too, but some of the time he did cook, the food was either over or under-cooked.

After you finished making the list, you put it in your wallet so you wouldn't lose it and put it in your jacket pocket before grabbing your keys and heading out. Once outside, you walked over to your car, which was a 1996 Blue Subaru WRX with gold rims. Some time ago, he had hit the jackpot. He had a one in a million chance of winning the biggest cash prize and now he's set for life with the $450,000,000 he's won. And he had the courtesy of using some of his money to buy you your own car.

Though, you chose to not mooch off of your dad because it was his money, not yours. So, you got in your car, and drove off to the store.

"Okay, that does it. From now on, I'm doing my food shopping on the weekdays," you said as you were heading back home, annoyed as hell. The lines were jammed by some elderly woman searching for her coupons and her wallet, then there was this annoying little brat who kept complaining about wanting candy. You nearly exploded with anger had it not been for his mom yelling at the kid. You checked your watch, seeing that it was almost 6 o'clock and saw that it was going to rain soon.

But then, you got this craving for a nice cheeseburger. You were pretty close to this burger joint, so you quickly drove off, anxious to get a bite. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed some people in an alleyway, huddled up together.

You immediately moved your car onto the curb and parked it before getting out. You could see the rain was starting up and it was only about to get heavier. You ran over to the alleyway and saw that these people in hoodies were actually girls. They hadn't noticed you approaching them until you spoke.

"Hey, are you alright?" you asked, making them jump.

They all turned to face you and removed their hoods from their faces. The girl on your left had blue hair with indigo stripes and had it done in a ponytail. She had magenta eyes and beautiful light blue skin. The girl on the right had light purple skin with matching dark purple hair with turqoise stripes. Her hair was done in pigtails, and it matched her eyes in color. As for the one in the middle, she had long, poofy, orange hair and light yellow skin and had magenta eyes just like the blue girl. Although, you kinda wondered how these girls were able to fit their hoods over their heads with hairdews like that.

"What's it to you, pal?" the girl with the pigtails asked, scowling at you.

"Y-You're not going to hurt us, are you?" the girl with the ponytail asked, clinging to the girl in the middle.

"No, I'm here to help. What happened to you girls?" you asked.

"If we told you, you wouldn't understand. And plus, why would you bother helping us? Last time I checked, people don't just help out strangers in alleyways. For all you know, we could be muggers. So give it to me straight: why waste your time with wanting to help us?" the girl with poofy orange hair asked.

"Because I'm not turning my back on anyone... unlike someone in my family who did," you said, clenching your fist, thinking about your mother.

"How very touching, but don't waste your breath. We don't need your help. And we certainly don't ne-" before the girl with the pigtails could finish her sentence, all three girls were interrupted by the sounds of their growling stomachs and all of them groaned in pain.

"Really now? Because it looks like you girls have been out here for like, what, 22 hours?" you asked.

"No... 24 hours," the ponytailed girl said with tears in her eyes. It felt so painful to see these girls in the state they're in and you just couldn't allow them to stay like this.

"How about I buy you girls a burger and some drinks. Maybe some tacos, too," you offered.

"For realzies? I love tacos!" the ponytailed girl exclaimed, her mood instantly changing from sad to overjoyed and her eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. "Can we please go with him, huh? Can we?" she begged the poofy-haired girl, getting her a little annoyed.

"You're seriously going to give him the satisfaction? The moment he feeds us, we're back out on the street! It's the same damn story for us every time someone says they want to help!" the pig-tailed girl intervened, grabbing the pony-tailed girl by the hoodie.

"No, I'm not letting you stay out here in this cold weather. If you come with me, I'll not only give you feed you, but give you a home to stay in. A roof over your heads to protect you from the rain and a nice, comfy bed to sleep on every single night. This alley is not meant to be a place to sleep in. So what do you say? Wanna tag along with me so I can get you all settled into your new home?" you asked.

The girls all seemed confused about it, except for the ponytailed one. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life rotting in an alley, shivering and hungry. The other girls sighed and soon, they got up to their feet. You opened the doors to your car to let them climb in.

"Thank you so much," said the ponytailed girl. You simply nodded and closed the back door once they were all inside and after that, you got in the driver's seat and drove them off. They didn't say a word to you or each other and just stared out the windows, however, with the ponytailed one, she looked down on her lap, crying her eyes out and the other two seemed to be crying as well. Poor girls, it pained you to see them have to struggle like this and out in this kind of weather no less. Well, that's all about to change once they're brought into your home and given the food they deserve.

After ordering the food, you got everyone home safe and sound just as it was starting to sprinkle. You unlocked the door to let the girls in while you went back to get the groceries down.

It took you at least 3 round trips to get all of the groceries down and placed them on the kitchen counter, all while the girls sat at the table, devouring their meals. They acted like they hadn't eaten in days. "Girls, be careful not to eat too fast, you're gonna choke," you warned. Up until now, the poofy-haired girl looked up at you and put down her triple-decker burger.

"We have names, you know," she said.

"Then, how about I introduce myself first," you said before telling them your name.

"I'm Adagio. Adagio Dazzle," said the poofy-haired girl.

"Sonata Dusk is my name, thank you for buying me the tacos, they're so yummy!" the ponytailed girl said, placing her hands on her cheeks, making a cute smile.

"Ugh, fine. I'm Aria Blaze. Remember that," the pig-tailed girl said, turning away.

The girls continued to eat their food while you started putting the groceries away. "I'm not sure how long you've been trying hard to survive out there, but you can rest assured you're safe now. How did you even end up homeless in the first place?" you asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Aria sassed while eating.

"Aria, that's enough! This hu- err... I mean, young man got us off the cold streets, the least we can do is give him the short version of what happened," Adagio scolded. Aria rolled her eyes and kept eating. "Long story short, we tried to make others adore us. But unfortunately, our plans were foiled and to make matters worse, we lost our singing voices in the process."

"If you don't mind me asking, why would you want to make people adore you when you girls are already beautiful enough as it is?" you asked.

"Sorry, but I clearly said we'd give you the short version. If you want the longer version of it, you'll have to earn our trust, no exceptions, no discussions," Adagio said stubbornly.

"Well then, how do I earn your trusts?" you asked.

"How about you figure it out yourself, dumbass," Aria sassed, all finished with her meal.

"Aria, why do you have to be so mean?" Sonata asked.

"Why do you think I'm harsh, Sonata, we're resorting to staying at this guy's house! I liked it better when so many people flocked to us and gave us all the adoration, comfort and power we craved. But because of that bitch and her friends, we've lost EVERYTHING!" Aria shouted, slamming her fist on the table.

"Aria, easy. There's no need to get your panties in a twist," you said, later regretting your choice of words.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME, SHITHOLE?!" Aria stood up and shouted from the top of her lungs, glaring at you and about to go over and strangle you. "I dare you to say that again! GO AHEAD, I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT SHIT TO MY FACE!" You felt your whole body trembling in fear since you can tell she had every intention of pulverizing you.

"That's enough, Aria! Go into the guest room, or I'll drag you in there and open up a serious can of whup-ass on you, do you understand me?!" Adagio said, gripping Aria's hoodie.

Aria immediately backed off, but still had a lot of anger pent up. Even though she warned her, Aria chose to go into the guest room to cool off. "Sorry about Aria," Sonata said, placing her hand on your shoulder. "She's just upset and needs some time to wind down. She has this stubborn pride that makes her refuse to accept any sort of help from anyone who's "beneath her."

"I see. So then, why are you so friendly with me?" you asked.

"Why would I not be friendly with you? You rescued us and gave us a home. And to top it off..." Sonata paused and held up one of the tacos you bought her. "I can finally enjoy tacos again!" And then she finished it with a cute, girly squeal before nomming down on her dinner.

You smiled at Sonata for a short while, then turned your attention to Adagio. "Now, I'm a bit confused. How is it that you not only "lost everything," as Aria put it, including your singing voices?"

"Perhaps it'll make sense once we show you what we mean. But not tonight. I'm going to eat my dinner and then I'm going to rest up. You understand, don't you?" Adagio asked, putting on this confident smirk.

"Of course. I'm sure you've had a long day," you said, understandingly.

Adagio's confident smirk changed into a calm, relieved smile as she ate quietly. After you finished putting away all of the groceries, you sat down with Adagio and Sonata and ate with them.

After dinner, Adagio went to go and take a shower while Sonata sat in the living room, watching TV.

Sonata had cleaned up everyone's mess, including your own when you were about to clean up. It was nice to have a little help around the house. Then, just as you sat down on the couch to relax... "Hey, what's that disc for, is it a soundtrack disc?" she asked, pointing to the disc on the coffee table.

"Oh, that's footage of me and my band when we went to the Canterlot Bowl, want to see?" you asked.

"Please?" Sonata asked. She batted her eyes at you all adorable-like. You would've done so anyway, do you grabbed the disc and put it in the DVD player. You changed the channel to DVD and started watching. At the beginning, the footage was a bit fuzzy because of the camera man trying to get it to focus. The footage showed the announcer on the football field spouting out the usual stuff and then came the part where he introduced you and your band for the halftime show.

The camera man zoomed over to your band and the crowd cheered loudly as you all made it to the stage. You grabbed your instruments and played a familiar song.

Sonata was so astonished, her jaw might've broke through the floor. You remember when you and your band chose to do this song to honor Stephen Hillenburg. When the song ended, the camera cut to black and these white bold letters were edited into the video saying "In memory of Stephen Hillenburg, 1961-2018." You lightly tapped your fist on your heart.

"Wow, that was amazing! Do you still talk with your band?" Sonata asked.

"No, not anymore," you said, your smile fading. "My drummer left with his sweetheart to go live in Seattle, my bass player applied for college outside of Canterlot City. He said he only did the band thing for fun. The pianist in our group had to move away with his girlfriend and his now newborn daughter. I stayed here in Canterlot City because I like staying close to my roots. Good thing I did, too. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to rescue you and your... umm... are they your sisters?"

"No, they're not my sisters. We're just a group that worked well as a team. A lot of people mistake us for being sisters, but I don't mind it," Sonata said.

"I see. So, Sonata. Is there anything the others like to do?" you asked. Sonata tilted her head in confusion. "I just want to know what they like so I can help make them feel better. I don't want you or the others to feel miserable for the rest of your lives, it just wouldn't feel right."

"Oh, well I can't think of anything other than the fact that we like to sing. But since we're not good at it anymore, it's hard to do so without getting tomatoes lodged at us," Sonata explained.

"Hmm, I see. Alright, I'm gonna get the laundry started. Tell Adagio and Aria if they have any dirty laundry, then have them put it in the basket," you said, getting up from the couch. You headed on over to the hallway and got to working on your own laundry in the meantime. 'Well, this should be interesting. Three new roommates and all of them are beautiful girls. I have a feeling my dad's gonna be in for one hell of a surprise when I tell him about this, or he might think I was playing a joke on him. He knows it's mere fantasy for a guy to have three female roommates, but boy is he in for a shock,' you thought to yourself, smiling.