Author's Note

Sorry if this chapter seems a little rushed; the rest is supposed to be well composed, I just wanted to get to those because I think they'd be the more fun topics. Think of this as a semi-prologue.

Obsessed

“Ack! Spike!!!!!!” A loud voice called from the hallways. A purple dragon rushed through the halls, careening through every corner and into the office of Twilight Sparkle. The door burst open, revealing a disheveled lavender unicorn standing below the frame. “More students just turned in their parliamentary papers!!! What am I supposed to do?!”

“H-Help me,” the young dragon muttered, currently being sandwiched between the door and the severely cracked wall. Twilight gave a sheepish smile before whispering.

“Sorry.”

The song she’s singing: Fangs - Matt Champion

Orange claws glided over the sunlit guitar strings. She rapped quietly over the almost silent melody of the guitar, saying:

”I wanna count the freckles on your face,

“Rearrange em’ put em’ in the same place

“I’m obsessed, I’m obsessed... I’m obsessed...

The song she was singing might’ve been directed to someone, yet it was completely vague to the naked ear. No one would’ve been able to tell who it was about, mostly because they’d never hear it. No way would that song see the light of day.

“Damn it. It’s Hearts and Hooves Day and I still can’t come up with anything.” A creaking noise was heard from the other side of the room. Smolder turned her head, and when she found out who was standing there, she quickly jumped and hid the guitar under her backside.

“Can’t come up with what?” Ocellus asked, arching a brow and walking over to her draconic friend, who was sweating like a sponge. Ocellus cocked her head at Smolder’s antics a little, scanning around the room until something caught her eye. “Is- Is that a... guitar?” she asked, smiling amusedly. Smolder blanched, beginning to get a little to defensive; even for her.

“So what if it is,” she asked, almost lunging at Ocellus. The bug wasn’t intimidated, putting a hoof over the dragon’s mouth with ease.

“It’s fine if you play instruments, Smolder. I have a whole lot of things I could list that help me relax.” Ocellus held her hoof in front of her and looked at it with confusion, much less familiarity. “So, I’m guessing at least two.” She smiled. Smolder let out a tiny smile, followed by a small sigh of relief. She sat back on the wood of her bunk, stretching her arms behind her head.

“Good,” she answered, looking at Ocellus with a smile. “I should’ve known you’d be okay with stuff like that.” Ocellus smiled right back at her before plopping herself down next to her friend. Smolder pulled her guitar from under her straight after. “Got any requests?”

Ocellus put a hoof to her chin and pondered for a little while. Smolder had just been singing a song, she figured. Why not ask her to play that one?
“The song you were just singing.” She said, looking at Smolder with a small, smug smile. The dragon blanched for the second time this conversation, drawing back in an instant.

“No! That song won’t ever see the light of day,” she spoke, narrowing her eyes dramatically. Ocellus rolled her eyes and then focused her gaze back on Smolder. She flinched a little at the fiery determination in her eyes, but then thought for a second.

“...But you asked me if I took requests.”

“Wh-“

“I mean, it can’t be that bad, right?” Ocellus giggled. Smolder sighed.

“No. My songs aren’t bad, they’re just...” she paused. “Personal.”

“Come on!” Ocellus nearly whined, but kept her composure. “I know you personally. Or at least I’m guessing so. There’re a lot of things personal you’ve shared with me before.”

“I guess,” said Smolder, exhaling slowly. “Fine.” She declared, finally. Ocellus’ face lit up at the sound, and Smolder blushed at her sudden excitement. “B-But you can’t laugh! I-If you do- I’ll—“

“I promise I won’t laugh. Never in a million years,” Ocellus whispered teasingly, booping her friend on the nose with a hoof. Smolder’s cheeks burned at a scorch.

“Alright, alright. Ahem.” With that, her claws began to drift over the guitar strings at a steady rhythm, the sound filling the air as it emitted from the wooden instrument. Smolder took a tiny breath, eyes shut tightly. Ocellus was surprised at this sudden show of skill, slightly nodding her head to the melody of the guitar.

”I wanna count the freckles on your face,

“Rearrange em’ put em’ in the same place;

“I’m obsessed, I’m obsessed... I’m obsessed..

“Little fangs, oh, little fangs, oh

“Little fangs, little fangs

“Little fangs, little fangs, little fangs,

“Don’t you take her fangs,

“Little fangs, little fangs

The guitar stopped playing. Smolder’s right eye was twitching even as it was closed. Ocellus’ face had gone completely pink. That song was amazing, but, who was it about? What girl at this school had fangs? A lot of girls going to the school had freckles, including Ocellus, so that wasn’t a problem, but...

“Wow, Smolder. That song was... good. I-I didn’t expect that.” With those words, Smolder’s eyes shot open and darted to meet Ocellus’.

“R-Really? I mean... we live in the School of Friendship, so, we sing songs a lot.” She chuckled. Ocellus did too.

“You’re right. I just...” she paused. “D-did you have someone in mind while you wrote the song?” She asked. Smolder’s scales nearly caught on fire.

“No. N-Not really. When I write songs, which I’ve only written, like, ten,” Smolder began. “I think of things that’re on my mind… sort of. More like frustration or something. Something I needed to get off my chest.”

“Wow,” replied Ocellus, who looked in awe herself. “H-Have you ever written a song with someone? It’d be a great way to open up about this type of thing.”

“I haven’t written a song with someone before. I-If you’d be willing to sing one with me. I-I guess I could just come up with a draft and you just help me with the ideas…” Smolder said, looking away from Ocellus and fiddling with the guitar strings.

“Great. Have you ever sung a song to anyone before? Besides me?” She asked, turning away as well and rubbing a hoof. It was only then that Smolder looked straight at her, taking out a notepad and scribbling some notes down. Ocellus felt a surge of love and energy fill the air, and thank goodness she turned away, because she began subconsciously flicking her tongue at the smell.

“N-No, I guess. My brother’s really the only one who knows I like this crap.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“W-Well, Hearts and Hooves Day is coming up. Maybe we should write a song about that?”