The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants
Sunset paced the length of her apartment from the front door and back to the kitchenette. Back and forth, back and forth.
For some explainable reason, Sunset couldn’t get a certain bespectacled girl out of her mind.
No, there was an explanation. There was always an explanation. Sunset just simply had a crush on the nerdy Twilight Sparkle.
No again, that was crazy talk. She did not have feelings for her best friend! Why in the world would she? Sure, Twilight was great, and amazing, and every time they were together Sunset felt like she might explode because Twilight was just so cute! But no, she did not have a crush on Twilight.
Sunset groaned, throwing herself down on her couch as she passed it. This little problem had been eating away at her for hours. She had declined going to their monthly sleepover because she was so bent on figuring out why she felt the way she did about her best friend.
Sunset threw her arm over her face, groaning again. Her stomach made a noise of protest and she looked at the clock. It was almost 9 pm and she hadn’t eaten since lunch. She just couldn’t stop thinking about Twilight.
“Fine, I’ll eat,” she grumbled to herself. She got up and dragged herself to her fridge, pulling out a leftover container of mac and cheese and chucking it into the microwave.
“I have got to start eating better.” Sunset said as she took the now warm macaroni out of the microwave and grabbed a spoon from the drawer under it. She walked back to her couch, plopping down and beginning to eat, staring at the blank TV mindlessly.
She just couldn’t stop thinking about Twilight. Her smile lit up rooms, her dedication to everything she did was incredible, her hair was so soft… Sunset shook her head. It was weird to think about what her best friend’s hair felt like.
Sunset mind started wandering again.
The way Twilight felt at ease with Sunset, the way she let her guard down and the urge Sunset felt to protect her and take care of her. She was always worrying about something, and Sunset was one of the only people who could calm her down. Twilight had complete and total trust in Sunset. For some reason, this thought made Sunset feel weird. She felt like she had power over Twilight. A large part of her didn’t like that, but a small part of her somewhere liked it when Twilight was vulnerable with her, a part of her liked taking care of and comforting Twilight.
Sunset got up and set her spoon and empty container in the sink, deciding to call it a night early and head to bed. She changed into pajamas, having already showered earlier that night in an attempt to calm her racing mind. It hadn’t helped. Sunset turned her lamp off, her room now only being illuminated by the Christmas lights wrapped around her loft.
Sunset fell asleep and dreamed of Twilight. She dreamed of going on a date to the park downtown with Twilight. They had ice cream in their hands and were idly chatting about something to do with magic. Their free hands were intertwined as they walked down a path through the wooded part of the park, just enjoying the summer afternoon.
Sunset was awoken from her lovely dream by a knock at her door.
She groaned, rubbing at her eyes and looking towards her old, beat up clock. It was just past midnight. Who could be banging on her door at midnight? For a minute she thought she had imagined it, but then it sounded again.
Knock, knock, knock.
That was the same knocking pattern Twilight always announced her presence with. The way the knocks were softer at first but then became harder and more desperate. Sunset had seen and heard it a million times. She crawled out of bed, hoping she was wrong and it was nothing and she could go back to bed. A part of her didn’t want to look Twilight in the eyes, a part of her needed to.
She climbed down from her loft and made her way to the door. When she pulled it open, she was greeted by a disheveled Twilight Sparkle standing on her doorstep. Her hair was down and messy, her shoes were haphazardly tied, and her glasses were askew on her face.
“Twilight? What are you doing here at twelve in the morning?” she asked. She gently ushered twilight inside. When she put her hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder she could feel her shaking.
“I-I had a nightmare, at-at the sleepover. A really bad one. I-I needed you,” Twilight looked up at her with tears in her eyes, begging for comfort. Sunset didn’t need any other direction, wrapping her arms around Twilight and holding her close.
“It’s okay Twi. Whatever it was, it can’t hurt you. Nothing bad is going to happen to any of us, okay?” Twilight buried her face into Sunset’s chest and started to bawl as they stood in the small entryway of the apartment. Sunset just stroked her hair and held her, trying to comfort her the best she could.
“We-we were dating, and every-everything was perfect, and-and then you-you left me for the-the prince-princess!” Twilight cried, hugging Sunset tighter. Sunset’s breath hitched at that. She and Twilight had both dreamt about dating one another. She wondered how her dream would have ended had she not been woken up.
“That isn’t going to happen, you know that right? I don’t have any feelings for the Princess. Only you, Twily.”
Sunset’s eyes widened as the words slipped past her lips. Twilight froze. She looked up at Sunset with wide eyes.
“You-you have feelings for me?” Twilight asked, the words barely above a whisper.
Sunset gulped as a blush spread across her face.
“Ye-yeah. I guess I do.” Sunset rubbed a hand up and down Twilight's back, trying to keep her calm. Twilight’s eyes began to water. “No, Twi, please. Don’t cry, I’m sorry!”
“I’m so happy to hear you say that! I’ve been trying to lie to myself about my feelings for weeks now…” Twilight leaned forward, resting her head against Sunset’s chest. As she looked at the door she suddenly remembered they were still standing in the entryway.
“Can we go to your bed?” she asked, clinging to Sunset.
“Of course.” Sunset pried herself off of Twilight, taking the purple girl’s hands into her own and leading her up the stairs.
They laid down and Twilight rolled over into Sunset’s embrace.
“Does this mean we’re a thing now?” Sunset asked. Twilight giggled.
“I guess it does.” Sunset tightened her grip on her new girlfriend. “I love you, Sunny.” Twilight piped up after a few minutes of comfortable quiet.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words.” Both girls dissolved into giggles, pressing their foreheads together and falling back asleep in the other’s embrace.
Author's Note
Just a cute little Sunlight snippet I cooked up at 3 am! Please leave some feedback, i crave validation from stranger on the internet! And there's a new chapter of Love Story out now! Go read it, please!
