Calendar Girls

April/ Sunny’s Secret

Sunny Flare watched as Sour Sweet and Second Person held hands and acted as if they were still two teenagers in high school. She slowly turned back toward the mirror and studied the reflection. There was absolutely no getting around the fact that at one time she had fancied the idea of being with Second. He was kind, sweet, and willing to deal with ample stress in order to make his relationship with Sour work. A soft frown found her lips and settled there. Her own relationships had hardly been worth the time.

First there was a small fling she had with Hoity Toity, but it became apparent that both of them were simply looking for something neither of them felt toward each other. She was thankful that they agreed to go their own ways, but at the same time they remained friends. Then she considered dating Second’s rival, or at least rival author, but she found that Anon was an egomaniac, and breaking up with him had been the highlight of their relationship. Well, that and suing him for posting that video of some of the less than savory things he had talked her into.

She shuddered as she remembered him telling her to relax, bite the pillow, and then he gave her no more warning before he simply went somewhere no man, nor toy, had gone before. As far as she was concerned it would continue to be a place neither would return. The video had caused a minor bit of fallout in the fashion world, but she recovered. Thankfully Rarity, and Ms Pommel, had both willingly helped to lend their good names to her. She gazed at Second and sighed. It was likely she wouldn’t find anyone that would match up the expectations she had set for herself. Oh, it’s not to say that someone couldn’t, but part of her realized that some of what she wanted was going to be nearly impossible to get. She wanted a romance that spanned from high school. She wanted someone to sweep her off of her feet, that made her feel complete, and that would look at her like she was the queen of their world.

It was a little conceited, but it was what she wanted. She looked toward Iconic Portrait and Indigo. The two of them were perfect for each other. It was amazing how well they fit, and she hated that she envied Indigo. She sighed and looked at the bikini she was wearing. It was an original, the flare was in how apparently plain it was. Right now minimalistic detail was in, and like Rarity she was capitalizing on it. She touched the matching sunglasses she had brought with her.

“No, I don’t believe they would fit correctly,” she said to no one, and everyone at the same time.

She looked to see Sugarcoat, smiling, which was odd in and of itself, and she was tapping away on her Samsung. She felt something she had hoped she wouldn’t feel today. She felt… alone well alone and depressed, and she hated that she felt like that. This was supposed to be a wonderful day. It was the day that Sour was taking the steps to rebuild her career, that Indigo was beaming with pride that they were all contributing to the calendar for the Habitat for Humanity project, and where so many of her friends were simply having so much fun just being able to be together. Instead she was feeling down about not having a relationship, about not having a family.

She closed her eyes and silently laughed at herself. She chose the career, she chose to become a major fashion designer, but now her choice was a cold one. There was no warm body at night, or at least not one that truly loved her. There was no wonderful little bundle of her own to love, and the only thing that truly waited for her mannequins when she came home. Sighing she looked at the one person near her that she could ask something welling up inside of her. Realizing that Lemon Zest was nearing her, and she smiled at her friend.

“Dude, you were lookin’ kind of bummed there for a minute.”

She knew the smile she was wearing was fake, and she couldn’t do that to her friend. She let it drift away, and the soft pouting frown found its way back to her face.

“Is it too late for me Lemon?”

Lemon Zest seemed a little confused as she stood there in her yellow and black surfer spandex suit. Then it was like a small light went off in her head.

“Naw, We’re still totally hawt, and you know it,” she grinned, “I’m sure you’ve got a thousand to pick from.”

Sunny sighed, “Maybe, but none that I would consider to be relationship material,” she looked toward Second and Sour, “I mean, is it so bad that I want to have a relationship like they have, or like Indigo found?”

Lemon grinned, “Dude, did you totally miss how much Second went through with Sour to get to where they are?” she laughed, “And trust me Indigo and Iconic both have had moments where they’ve came and hung out with me complaining about what’s going on.”

She touched Sunny’s hand, “Dude, you’re awesome, but ya gotta think that the whole Facebook album thing isn’t a real relationship.”

Sunny shook her head, “I… I guess I didn’t think about it like that,” she smiled, a geniune smile, at Lemon, “Exactly when did you get to be so mature?”

Lemon grinned, “Oh, about the time I had to start paying rent.”

The two girls laughed, and finally Lemon hugged her, “Tell ya a secret, my buddy Neon Lights is doing a show tonight with Vinyl Scratch. I know that he’s available, and trust me, he’s a babe,” she added a growl for effect, “So, maybe we go, check it out, and you might talk to him after the show. He’s got a lot of smarts, and I think you’d both dig each other’s vibe.”

Sunny smiled, and then she heard Iconic call for her. She began to walk back, and then she looked at Lemon.

“Would you mind?”

Lemon grinned, “Naw, it’s cool. We’ve seen each other naked before.”

Walking in together Sunny climbed up to the false beach Iconic had built. Taking direction was no problem for her. Modeling was second nature for her, after all she did model her own designs when she first got started. She looked toward Lemon Zest and a soft warmth filled her. Her friend was willing to help her find someone, she was wanting her to be happy, she was giving her thumbs up as she gave her best pouty look.

Slowly she untied the front of her bikini, letting it fall open, shifted her shoulders and let it fall down her arms. The clicking of the camera was practically absent as she began to understand something. She had experimented, after all being in the fashion world was something about opening one’s self up to various experiences. But she had never truly enjoyed the experience, but perhaps the reason was because it wasn’t someone she trusted and loved. She shook her head, the last thing she wanted to do was consider a relationship with Lemon.

Still, as the clicking of the camera echoed she found herself not hating the idea. Oh she wouldn’t mind a gentleman mixed into it. A small smile crossed her lips, maybe someone that Lemon thought was quite the catch. For a moment her surprise escaped through her well practiced mask. She realized something about herself, something she didn’t believe she would ever be. Not that she was bisexual, that much was certain was true to some extent. After all she had studied Human Sexuality and she understood there was no true binary. But instead that she was polygamously alined. She wasn’t repulsed, in the slightest, of the idea of being with two people in a relationship. She smiled brightly at the relivation, and she found the sound of the clicks were still coming. After a few moments she heard Iconic say that was the roll.

“I don’t know what happened, but I liked the change. The model look is fine, but I was hoping to get a look at the real individual,” he said.

She smiled and hopped down. Walking toward Lemon she hugged her friend, still topless, “If you’re up to tonight, so am I. Who knows where it might lead.”

With that she winked at Lemon, walked past her, and left a slightly confused, and flustered, Lemon Zest in her wake.