The next day, I woke up feeling OK. I had gotten enough sleep and was ready to start the day. I wore my new jacket, boots and jeans. A new look for a new day.

I met up with the girls in the morning and they all appreciated my new look.

“New look, huh?” Twilight said.

“Well, I’ve been wearing the same outfit for quite a while now.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I will miss being impaled by your spikes whenever I hug you.”

“They were actually kind of … sharp,” Fluttershy said.

“Heeey, good lookin’! “ Applejack said, but did not continued the song.

Even other student seemed impressed by my new look. But today I needed to talk to Flaming Star about our project since we haven’t worked on it for about two days. I decided to talk to him after class but then I remembered that I promised to wear gloves which I didn’t have. So I asked Rarity if she had any gloves with her. I don’t know why I was surprised that she did. At least we didn’t have to scrounge up a pair from the backstage Costume closet.

They were white, which meant that they totally clashed with my look so I decided to just put them on when I wanted to talk to him. Thankfully, Mr. Cranky Doodle was holding the class this time. I didn’t think that one day I will miss him.

“So how was yesterday, kids?” he said. And just after that I saw Flaming Star and Flash Sentry both hold their ears. They weren’t about to admit they might still feel sore. Boys!

After the class I put on the gloves as fast as I could so I could catch up with Flaming Star, but just when I wanted to call to him he was gone. So I headed back to my locker and I thought that maybe I should look for him in the Music Room. But when I opened my locker and saw what was inside, I forgot everything else.

It was gift box with a note! From Flaming Star!

I took the gift box and looked at it. It was red, about the size of a small book. I took the note in my hand to read it:

Sunset,
We were kidnapped few days ago and even if it was just an accident for you to be there, you still lost some valuable goods. So I hope this makes up for those that you lost.
Flame

It was nice of him to apologize, sort of. But after I read the note, I opened the gift box to see what was inside.

I was shocked, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! It was an 800tK! The phone I could only see myself owning in my dreams! That’s when I realized I had shouted it out loud! Everyone in the hallway looked at me, and not for my new look, either. Even if it was awkward, I couldn’t keep in the excitement of my new phone! If I had saved up for, well, forever, I still couldn’t buy something like that.

That whole day I was in shock by what I had gotten from Flaming Star; as a result I couldn’t focus on any of my classes. I even told the girls about it and talked a lot about how cool it is. However, I still couldn’t believe I’d gotten such a thing from Flaming Star even though I held it in my hands.

After school, I headed home and completely forget to talk about the history project with Flaming Star. I set up my new phone and added the numbers of my friends, my apps, my accounts and almost everything I had on my previous phone. I was in the middle of doing so when I suddenly received a call from an anonymous number. At first I was surprised that I even had a SIM card. I answered, and it was none one than Flaming Star himself.

“Hey, I see you got your new phone. I’m still sorry for your old phone, it was kinda because of me that you got involved,” he said.

“Well, thanks for the new phone, it’s actually quite a lot. But don’t be sorry. I mean, things happen and right now I feel like I owe you one for this phone.”

“I felt you might need another one, but whatever you say, Sunshine. And if you had a chance to do any work on the project, feel free to call later.”

“Sure, I will,” then I realized what he called me again. “Wait WHA-“ But it was too late, he already hung up. I decided to call him back since it was not the first time he had called me that. I entered his number, and waited, and waited until it said that the line was busy

Later that night after playing some games, I called him to actually talk about our project. This time for real. We have already wasted enough time. He picked up just a few seconds later when I called him.

“Hi.”

“Hi, do you have time to talk about our history project?”

“Yeah, actually, I did some digging beforehand. I found some well-known musicians from centuries ago, I guess that might come in handy.”

“Oh, that’s great!” I was happy that he actually did something. “If we could only gather more information about their style of music, too, that would be great!”

“Well, to be honest, I found some stuff. I even found a few of their works, too, but we need to present them really well.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll handle it. I know how to do it.”

“OK, whatever you say, I’ll send them to ya in a minute.” After that he hung up.

A few minutes later he sent the pictures and documents to me. I read some of them; there was a guy named “Harmony Sichord,” he composed many different songs for harpsichord and most of them are still being played. He was interested in using different notes and tempos in one composition. That was actually some good information.

I also looked at the other files he sent me and those were useful, too. Still, we needed to bring up more topics in our project than just musicians. So I texted him, and told him that I will work on this till the next day and that I would explain how we are going to present it to him.

After a while he texted me back, saying that we should meet up after school and talk about it. It seemed fine to me. He added “Just don’t end up being kidnapped again.“

After doing some studying and checking out my new phones features, I went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep. I just had a lot of thoughts in my head. I was wondering how easy it has become for me to work with Flaming Star. I remember that a few days ago I preferred to be caught kissing him to having to present a History project. That how easy it was for me to just talk to him, though we were basically like cat and dog.

I know you’re the Princess of Friendship, but who knew that, to become a friend with someone, you might need to be kidnapped.

Author's Note

Stay paitaint for other storys.

Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.