From The Top
"Procrastination is bad."
"Time management is an important skill."
"Don't leave things to the last minute."
"Leave time for last-minute changes!"
All things Sunset Shimmer was commonly advised. Told. Scolded for not following. Questioned on that lack of following, and finally...
Eh, who knows.
But she was told that. By teachers. And one friend in particular, whom the author will implement into the story because GOSH DARN they're so cute together and they're best friends and aaAaaaA.
Twilight Sparkle. The human one, although, now that Sunset thought about it, because we're using past, present, third-person, and first-person-
Ahem.
Now that it has been thought about, both of the Twilights we know have been human and ponies at some point or another, so calling one of them "The Human One" seems kinda pointless.
So... the Twilight Sparkle that was born on the planet that all the stuff in the spin-off series (which the author adores) is. Yeah. That one.
Some creatures, being human or horse or whatever, call her Sci-Twi. But this is a tangent.
Anyways, Twilight kept offering to help Sunset in managing her time. But for plot convenience, something, probably Pinkie because for some reason a lot of authors don't give her an actual character and just say "Well, she's Pinkie Pie! So quirky." But something would always stop Sunset from accepting or denying the request.
Is denying the right word? Please tell me.
Because iM nOt liKE oThEr wRitErS, the main reason Sunset could never respond is because of Sunset's alter ego, also known as Susnet, queen of spelling errors.
She'll come in later, probably not.
Ahem Sunset - not Susnet - finally got a chance to accept this time, though, and was sitting in Twilight's room.
I say she was for a reason. She had sat in her room, but that was to teach Twilight how to... sing? Sure. We'll go with that.
She, at the time this narrative takes place, sitting in a classroom, Ms. Cherilee's to be exact. Sunset's last class of that day, two class periods after her acceptance letter to Twilight Sparkle's School of Being Responsible Because Both The Author and Sunset are Both in Twelfth Grade and Need to Learn Good Use of Time in the form of, "Okay, we'll walk together to your place after school!" accompanied by a smile that's probably cute.
Oh, hey, would you look at that! The bell rang!
By the way, Sunset had recently gotten her grade back on that essay she wrote in the last story which the author can't remember the name of but you probably already read before reading this one although it's not quite essential but pretty useful.
But she got a 74% on it, which to the author's parents and a major part of the American school system is a bad grade so for the story Twilight sees it as a bad grade.
So, Sunset walked outside, and its cold now because for some reason old people like rooms to be cold and the author's grandparents are staying over and his house doesn't have separate air conditioner for each room and the author doesn't like it.
But the author spent so much time trying to make that sentence somewhat coherent that oh noes, Twilight and Sunset are at the destination which I mentioned before.
Sunset's apartment. They almost accidentally went to Susnet's apartment, but the correction feature on the simulation known as life corrected them. Because we live in the matrix. And also, wE liVe iN a sOCieTy.
But they're there now, and it's time for some dialogue, baby! But not an actual baby, because the author doesn't have a child, and probably won't. Why? Because he doesn't like children. And also he's a minor and in school.
"You really need to clean your apartment," Twilight said as the pair walked into the room.
"Shut up. I thought we were gonna clean up my schedule, not my entire life."
"Yeah, but it's pretty hard to clean your schedule when you don't even have a daily planner."
Sunset scoffed. "I do have one! I... just don't know where it is."
"I found it in your locker drenched in orange juice a few days ago. It also had a cupcake wrapper stuck to it."
"Oh... okay, fine, we'll clean up."
And so they did that, for a little while. Let's go through the interesting stuff they found.
Twilight picked up a dirty blanket, most likely previously used as a rug, and questioned about it in a very naughty way, which for your reading pleasure will be translated into:
"What the hecc, Sunset?"
"My spare tire!" Sunset said with glee.
Twilight looked at Sunset quizzingly, which isn't a word but should be, and said, "You drive a bike. Why exactly do you need a spare?"
Sunset thought for a moment, then said, "For spare tire things."
"Hey, Twi? You have anything to hang this up?" Sunset said while holding up a flag.
Specifically, one that had three prominent colors, a symbol of sorts.
Even more specifically, and you can't argue with me cause it's my own fic, a pride flag.
A bi pride flag, not unlike the one yours truly's boomer grandparents don't approve of being in his room.
The lady at the store, who looked about 70, had given Sunset a strange look while she was going through with ringing her up. Kinda like a 'kids these days are dumb' look. And all Sunset could say - of course, about seven months after - was...
Ok, boomer.
Anyways, back to the plot (?).
"Yeah, I have some pins in my bag," Twilight said, turning around to view the item that would soon be hung. "Ya know... that's pretty gay."
Sunset facepalmed.
"Hey, I'm just saying, I'm a comedic genius!"
"You keep convincing yourself, Twi."
"What are you trying to suggest?"
You're annoying. I appreciate you, but you're annoying.
Twilight stepped back from the freshly cleared apartment, sighing in relief. "Well, that's all we have time for right now. I'll see you tomorrow."
Sunset opened her front door, and smiled. "Thanks, Twi. But, uh, you don't think we could get to those lessons later?"
Twilight rolled her eyes. "No."
What is life, but a compilation of stuff? What is a show, but just some characters?
And what is this story, but a plotless hole of self-insert and something else?
And what is college, but a minor thing?
A minor, which I, known as Dex, known as The Author, known as HowzDozIt, won't get, due to my, or his, inability to manage time.
Author's Note
Tests? Nah. I am a guy with my priorities set.
Ye.
