It was an almost instinctive thing for the world to turn her way whenever she was found walking through the masses. Bodies in motion would suddenly come to a standstill as they found themselves in the presence of one that could only be a goddess; eyes that were always so faithful couldn’t help but settle upon her form and stare in desire. Even those who would have once taken offense could only be left powerless by the understanding, knowing just how natural a motion it was. Everywhere she went, there were whispers and words that spoke to her supreme grace and unrivaled beauty.

At one point in her life, Fleur would have admitted her guilt to achieving such ends, an intentional motion of movement that was meant to garner attention. But eventually, such purposeful acts were put to the wayside, deemed unnecessary and little more than girlish immaturity. Now, she found she gathered more looks and lustful glances than ever before. It mattered not that she held no desire for the worship of the crowd, she gained it by simply being.

It would be awkward if she used her mental capacities to notice. During her high school days, she’d easily garnered endless stares from her schoolmates, whether it be boy or girl. It was of course a little more clandestine back then, due to shyness or uncertainty in regards to their own emotions. But a college campus saw no such inhibitions, with parental restrictions and values now cast to the wayside. The sheer number of stares and gawking faces that passed Fleur by were almost countless, with a growing number of women making sure to cast their eyes upon her flawless figure. To any who could hope to tear themselves away from her beauty, they would have seen what seemed like the entire world under her unwitting thrall. They all looked, lusted, and dreamed of Fleur- yet not once did a single one of them ever dare to make a move and try to gain her hand.

It was some time before any of her friends began to notice something had gone amiss; so absorbed by their own lives and feelings that they did not have the time or emotion to spare for someone else. But before too long, it became rather difficult to ignore: wispy sighs that echoed through dormitory halls on her silken breath; dazed looks and sappy smiles that spoke of a precious mental fantasy; eyes so deeply clouded by longing as she gazed at a mysterious, hidden something that dwelled somewhere upon her phone. Any look towards it would see Fleur scurry away to her private abode, and perhaps to deal with her own boiling steam in a much more expressive fashion. But even quiet could not hope to hide such feelings any longer.

Fleur, of all people in the world, was distracted. And driving her friends to distraction because of it.

An overly crowded dorm room found itself smaller than usual thanks to present circumstances, or at least by Sugarcoat’s standards. Loudly busying herself with the preparation of a cup of instant ramen wasn’t enough to drown out the sounds she certainly didn’t want to hear, she only able to hope that the sound of a microwave running would be enough to at least subdue any exterior noise.

A muffled moan that came from one of the bedrooms and she sighed; the cook time wasn’t going to be long enough and she knew it. Fleur was taking her time.

It was a sick sense of pleasure that she found company in her misery; sitting at their battered kitchen table and appearing just as uncomfortable as her roommate was Lemon Zest, seemingly deep in an attempt to just ignore their beautiful friend’s self-indulgences as best she could; a mortified curl of her lip suggested that such attempts were proving themselves ineffective. With neither of the two able to block out Fleur’s new pastime, and Indigo having left the dorm to avoid the problem altogether, the palpable awkwardness was beginning to feel like a dam ready to burst.

“I can actually not believe this is happening,” Sugarcoat muttered, banging her head against the kitchen counter in exasperation. “How has she been reduced to this?”

Lemon Zest said nothing in response, continuing with her attempts to pretend that the problem –and all remarks regarding it- just didn’t exist. A magnificent feat in itself, considering that the silence allowed Fleur to hit a note that was rather impressive to the ear.

The microwave’s hum came to a halt and allowed unfiltered silence to break through and magnify their beautiful friend’s pleasures to a new level, sounding more and more breathless with each passing moment. Sugarcoat wished the ramen cup came with a noisemaker, something that could cover up what she didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t that they all hadn’t thought of Fleur as attractive; they were human like anyone else. But this was just awkward…

“Oh come on! Zest, you can’t just block it out!” Sugarcoat snapped, slamming down into her seat across from her willfully ignorant roommate, glaring daggers as their audible problem continued on in the nearby bedroom. “This is ridiculous, we have to do something!”

“I know! Jeez, I’m not stupid!” Lemon Zest shot back. “It’s just- shit, we need to get that girl laid.”

A stranger sentence had never before been uttered in all of human existence, Sugarcoat staring at her companion with a look of burning incredulity. “Are- are you kidding?” she replied faintly. “Girl, it’s Fleur, for god’s sake. I don’t think she needs help with that!”

“Then what the hell is this about? She’s been a wreck for nearly a month now. What on earth has her like this?”

“We’re gonna have to ask, I guess,” Sugarcoat said. “I mean, do you have any other ideas?”

“We ask for a roommate transfer?” Lemon Zest suggested. “I mean, I know she’s our friend and all, but do you want to put up with this forever?”

“Why do you think I’m talking to you?”

“So let’s get this stupid-”

At that precise moment came a last, joyous peal of ecstasy from behind the sealed door, Fleur clearly reaching the height of her pleasures in an act that could be mistaken for nothing else. The sweet ringing of such a lilted, lovely voice was a beautiful, mortifyingly embarrassing sound that neither of the girls present could stomach, Lemon Zest audibly groaning as she buried her face against the surface of the table.

“Oh my god, I can’t do this anymore,” she moaned. “We have got to talk to her about this or else I’m going to go mad.”

“When she comes out of the room, we confront her about it. Agreed?” Sugarcoat said.

“Anything to get her to chill the hell out,” Lemon Zest said. “This is going to be so awful. I mean… who on earth could possibly get her like this?”

The wait was painful due to their eagerness to see their discomfort permanently resolved, made all the worse by the few muffled words and sounds that still carried through drywall and wood. Sugarcoat busied herself with her noodle lunch while she waited for their friend’s appearance, glad to have something to keep her occupied; all Lemon Zest could do was stew in her embarrassment and hope that they could actually see the issue handled.

At last came the sound of a doorknob rattling, Fleur making her appearance from the darkened depths of her dorm room and possessing a look of dreamy contentment on her splendid face. One so perfectly lovely, now seeming so happy due to sexual self-satisfactions, put her friends in a state of instinctual desire. Neither were single, and Sugarcoat wasn’t interested in girls, yet both young women couldn’t help but wish to be the ones that saw such a gorgeous being made satisfied by their own efforts. Fleur was just so magnificently beautiful; a face so flawlessly lovely and bearing skin as smooth as glass, silken hair that fell down to her slim waist, the most perfect pair of breasts that anyone could hope to possess with the height and figure of a supermodel. Why she was bothering with college was a mystery, since she could clearly just make money being beautiful. Actually, that was a good question, why was she here? Did that-

Whatever hypnotic spell Fleur so easily cast on those around her was immediately dispelled when she strode past her roommates and into the nearby bathroom, a certain aroma about her that clearly couldn’t be anything else. Sugarcoat’s mind resumed normal function, the palpable awkwardness of their current scenario returning in full force. No, she wasn’t lusting after her friend, and her friend had clearly been flicking the bean. This was to be an intervention.

“Well… No one helped themselves to my yakisoba, did they?” Fleur said pleasantly as she reappeared from the bathroom, cleaned up and turning to the fridge for nourishment. “I know I made plenty for everyone, but I wanted the last serving for myself if that’s alright-”

“Fleur, we need to talk to you. Forget the stupid yakisoba.” Lemon Zest was clearly in no mood to delay the inevitable discussion, arms crossed and scowling up a storm. “You have no idea how annoying you’ve been lately.”

Fleur paused from her meal prep and stared at her friend, clearly hurt by the abrasive words. “Zesty, what on earth?” she said. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, I made it for everyone. Isn’t it OK if I have the last bite?”

“It’s not about the damn food, girl! Jeez! Are you seriously just going to pretend like we can’t hear you?”

In a sudden turn of events, Fleur’s beautiful face that had once been flush with contentment now turned pale, memories of a pleasant moment now a horror. “Oh my gosh, you- am I being loud?”

Sugarcoat was left stunned. “Fleur… did you actually think no one could hear you?” she asked. “It’d be difficult to think you were doing anything else but- well, masturbating.”

The idea had apparently not occurred to her, Fleur seemingly shriveling as the revelation of her personal comforts having not been so private after all. “Oh- girls, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even- oh gosh…” The beautiful woman buried herself in her hands, unable to bear the accusing, embarrassed eyes of her companions. “How long have you known?”

The situation was being resolved in all the ways no one wanted to endure; Sugarcoat shared a glance with Lemon Zest before saying, “Uh it has… look, a while.”

“Oh no,” Fleur murmured, coming over to take a seat at the table alongside her friends. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know. I wasn’t even thinking that I was being that loud.”

“Oh come on, Fleur,” Lemon Zest groaned. “How could you not know? And for this long? Like, what’s been going on with you lately? No one’s ever seen you like this before.”

To their surprise, Fleur actually shrank into herself, a different sort of embarrassment taking hold of her flawless form. “I… well, I know it’s awkward already. Do you- you know, need to know?”

“You definitely owe us a little explanation,” Sugarcoat replied, though feeling a twinge of sympathy for her mortified friend. “Is everything OK? Like, has something been bothering you lately, something at home? I remember you said your Dad was having surgery.”

“No, Daddy’s fine,” Fleur mumbled, now making effort to avoid their inquisitive looks. “I just- I’ll be quieter from now on, I promise.”

“Thanks, but come on. We do wanna help, at least a little,” Sugarcoat persisted. “Now… what’s the matter?”

Fleur’s eyes darted about in the hopes of escape, positively squirming in her seat as she writhed against the secret within and the demand of an answer without, more ill at ease than her friends had ever imagined she could be. Just when they’d thought she really was going to hold out on any sort of response, the beautiful woman burst like a balloon and cried, “Oh, I can’t stop thinking about her!”

Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest blanked. Out of all possible answers, it hadn’t occurred to them that it might actually be one that was so incredibly simple. Fleur de Lis, the most beautiful woman they’d ever seen, was infatuated with someone- and so deeply that she was finding herself forced to seek physical relief from the internal struggle that came from it. It was such a simple answer that it was almost impossible to believe.

So of course they started laughing. Not mockingly, but out of sheer shock that Fleur could be undergoing such a simple issue. “Oh, is that all!” Lemon Zest giggled, her smile wide with delight at the revelation. “Goodness, what’s that got you so worked up for?”

Fleur, already discomforted by the conversation, was left scandalized at the sound of their laughter. “Hey! That’s not fair,” she pouted. “Come on, I’m being serious!”

“Fleur, you’re- I mean, come on, Zest is right! You’ve got no reason to be like this!” Sugarcoat said, subduing her laughter but still grinning. “Have you not seen yourself in a mirror? All you’d have to do is go up to her and say hello, she’d drop panties then and there!”

The beautiful woman was taken aback by the remark. “What? No she wouldn’t! Why would you say that?”

Sugarcoat’s smile faded, beaten down by Fleur’s continued seriousness on the matter. She wasn’t faking. “Fleur… girl, it’s because you’re gorgeous. Shit, I think you’re probably the most beautiful person on earth. You can have anyone you want, whenever you want. Do you not realize that?”

“It’s not like that. I don’t want to- she doesn’t even know I exist, really,” Fleur muttered sadly. “I really wish she would, but…”

The strangeness of the conversation continued to find ways to emphasize itself, Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest hardly able to believe what they were hearing. “You get stares from people when you’re wearing a hoodie and sweat pants, how could she not know you exist?”

Fleur looked over at her phone before glancing at her friend. “Because she’s… Oh, this is stupid. Forget I said anything.”

“I’m done putting up with hearing you spank it every day over this girl,” Sugarcoat said bluntly. “Look, we’ll help you out, OK? As your friends, we really do wanna help. So: what do we have to do?”

“Why would she not notice you, anyway?” Lemon Zest added.

Fleur mulled the proposition over for a bit, considering her friend’s self-interested aid. “Well… OK. Can you all come with me somewhere?”

“Do we need to?”

“I guess it’ll make more sense this way,” Fleur said, already on her feet and headed towards the door. “I hope that makes sense.”

“Not yet it don’t,” Lemon Zest muttered.

Thirty minutes and a walk through campus later, things had somehow found a way to make even less sense. Sugarcoat’s expectations –whatever they had been- had not prepared her for finding temporary residence in the library, amidst endless rows of books and computers that were used by dozens of students for a variety of class projects and papers. The idea that Fleur wanted someone who she knew would be here just…

It didn’t make any sense.

“Something is wrong,” Lemon Zest whispered, leaning in to her friend’s ear so as to avoid the dulled ears of a clearly distracted Fleur. “We’re in a library.”

“I’m aware, dumbass,” Sugarcoat replied. “What’s your point?”

“It means she knows their schedule that well, for one thing. Come on, that’s a bit creepy.”

Another good point that only exacerbated the strangeness of their current now, Sugarcoat left struggling to figure out what to do. “Umm- Fleur?”

“Mhm?” Fleur answered by instinct and not by will, her mind clearly scanning the world about them for something else.

“Why are we here?”

“Because she’ll be here, of course,” Fleur replied. A glance towards the door as though she hoped to see this mysterious person walk through the doors then and there. “She should be here soon, if she’s not here already. Oh gosh, I hope she’s not here already.”

“You know her schedule… that well,” Sugarcoat remarked, not at all settled. Oh wow, this is getting so weird. Momma didn’t raise me for this.

“I keep trying to say hello- but I never figure out how,” Fleur said wistfully. “Oh, maybe I’ll do it this time if she’s alone.”

Lemon Zest looked as though she couldn’t actually believe she’d heard it said aloud; the very idea that Fleur was nervous about talking to someone was positively preposterous. “You’re not being serious right now- right?” she asked.

“How would you go about it, Zesty?” Fleur asked, somehow appearing totally genuine. “I don’t really know how, I guess I never figured it out.”

Sugarcoat’s eyes felt ready to pop out of their sockets. “What in the fu-”

“Who the fuck could have you this slapped around?” Lemon Zest demanded.

Fleur’s eyes drifted from her friends and over to the doors- and suddenly set afire with delight, her smile glowing as she caught sight of the one she adored. “Her,” she said in a dreamy sigh.

Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest turned to the library entrance and felt themselves receive an almighty slap in the face; dressed in a soft-brown pullover and a dark pair of jeans walked in a young girl with hair the color of darkened lavender, a backpack thrown across a single shoulder as she looked about the place. An expression of mild concern adorned her inquisitive features, as though something weighed down her mind and kept her from a true happiness; a quiet of spirit that seemed drilled in rather than by instinct.

It could not have been any stranger than if they’d tried. Unless they were somehow very wrong, Fleur was infatuated with Twilight Sparkle.

“Isn’t she perfect?” Fleur said happily, watching Twilight walk along with all the feeling of a lovesick puppy. Her eyes remained glued to Twilight, soaking in every ounce of the unsuspecting young woman as she walked over to a table and began speaking to an awaiting student, the two of them seemingly meeting by appointment. A few pleasant words were shared before they adjourned to places unknown, likely a study room judging by the surplus of materials and paperwork that sat in their hands.

Sugarcoat knew this had to be a dream. Lemon Zest knew it was a joke.

The exquisite beauty across from them gave another happy sound before turning to her friends, clearly expecting joyous assent and commendation at the sight of her romantic desire. “So?” she said eagerly. “Isn’t she great? How should I try to say hello, do you have any idea? She’s so scary sometimes in class, and I just-” Fleur paused; her friends were staring at her with a look that wasn’t friendly. “What?”

“Fleur,” Lemon Zest said hoarsely, “are you shitting me?”

Fleur blanched. “Excuse me?”

Sugarcoat tended to have a bit more subtlety than her often foul-mouthed companion, but even her added maturity was left speechless by this wild revelation. “Fleur, I just- why Twilight, of all people? Like can’t- can’t you do better?”

Fleur gave a start as though she’d been slapped across the face, eyes held painfully wide at the remark. Then before her friends could try to stop her, an overwhelming force of anger overtook her pristine senses and set her to standing tall, a wrathful look in her eyes.

“Oh, I’ve made a mistake-”

“What do you mean, I could do better?!”

“You got me banned from the library for two weeks! I have a paper due on Friday, what am I supposed to do if I can’t use the library for printing?” Lemon Zest demanded.

They’d returned to their dorm room in a failure of emotional control, Fleur’s enraged outburst having seen them swiftly departing the library premises in record time. Indigo had clearly made herself at home in a lounging spot across the couch and was soon filled in on the matter, just as stunned as her fellow roommates.

Fleur had a massive crush on Twilight Sparkle. How could you possibly make up something that stupid?

“I will not apologize,” Fleur said flatly, not having budged an inch since her outburst. “And I’m not sorry, one little bit.”

“This is ridiculous- what if my laptop breaks? I need to work somewhere!”

“Say you’re sorry first and maybe I’ll reconsider,” Fleur replied.

Lemon Zest wasn’t sure of whether or not she wanted to kill her roommate. Fleur’s excessive masturbation had been one thing, but this was flat-out insensitive. College wasn’t exactly cheap and this flawless bitch didn’t care! “What is wrong with you? All this over a nerd?”

“Don’t make fun of her just because she’s smarter than you!” Fleur snapped, whirling about to face her friend. “Oh, you’re just jealous and you-”

“Jealous?!”

“Oh for god’s sake, shut the fuck up!” Indigo roared, bringing the barrage of anger and insults to a sudden halt. “Shit… are you two children or something? Come on, grow up and work this out like adults, why don’t you!”

“She won’t stop making fun of my dreamgirl!” Fleur pouted.

“And your dreamgirl is a nerd- get the hell over it, girl,” Indigo said bluntly. “Jeez, not a big deal, just is. Lemon Zest, shuttup. We all know you weren’t gonna write that paper.”

Lemon Zest opened her mouth- and promptly sealed it shut; the accusation was a little too true.

“Are we done?” Sugarcoat asked, having taken a seat and remained silent since they’d arrived back to the dorms. “OK, so that was… really weird. Fleur, are you for real?”

“Of course I am! Just look at her!” Fleur cried, a stomp of her feet to hammer it home. “What am I supposed to do? Twilight’s so smart and sweet, I don’t know how to say anything to her!”

Sugarcoat was trying her best to be reasonable, but the whole situation was just unbelievable. She didn’t even know how to wrap her head around it. “I- I guess you just go up and say hello,” she answered. I’m giving romantic advice to Fleur. Is this even real?

“But how?” Fleur begged, positively despondent and fretting over the matter. “I can’t just go up and be weird, she’ll think I’m-”

“Perfect?” Sugarcoat suggested.

“Flawless?” Lemon Zest added.

“A dream come true?” Indigo put in.

“… Creepy,” Fleur said, wondering if anyone was going to take her seriously. “We’re in the same Physics class together… I want to try and say something there, but it’s always such a busy class.”

“Fleur, you could say something to her whenever and you’d be fine,” Indigo remarked. “I’m honestly surprised you’re even worried about this.”

“But why would she even like me?” Fleur wailed.

They hadn’t heard that. “Because you’re gorgeous, you complete idiot!” Lemon Zest said.

“Like that even matters!” Fleur said despairingly.

“What?! How does that not matter?!”

“But she’s-” Fleur was clearly struggling, seemingly on the verge of tears as she tried to put her feelings into spoken word. She at last managed to find a small voice and said, “She’s so smart, and so nice to everybody, and she’s always dressed so nicely. So, you know. People like her.”

Not one of them was sure whether or not to actually believe any of what they were hearing, but the sight of this beautiful woman’s utter despondence was hard to deny. The idea that it was Twilight, of all people… “So, umm… how long have you liked her?” Sugarcoat attempted.

“Since I was a freshman in high school,” Fleur said quietly.

Seven fucking years ago! “Seven- oh gosh, you’ve got it bad,” Sugarcoat gasped, realizing the full scope of this nightmarish scenario. “OK, so, uh- OK. Umm, you really, really need to talk with her. Soon.”

“But how?” Fleur whined.

“You’re just gonna have to- well, I don’t really know,” she said. “Just… I don’t know, how’s your Physics grade?”

Fleur shuffled her feet, slowly cottoning on to her friend’s guidance. “It’s alright,” she mumbled. “Could be better, though.”

“There you are, then,” Indigo said pleasantly. “Ask her to tutor you and make your move there. Should be easy, right?”

“I… guess so,” Fleur said. “I do have class with her tomorrow.”

“Good. Ask her then. And that’s not negotiable,” Indigo added as she saw Fleur’s perfect face turn pale in fear. “Because if I hear you spanking it again, I’m gonna throw you out of this dorm. You feel me?”

Fleur looked about at her friends and saw each of them united both for and against her, left with little choice but to resolve her personal matters sooner rather than later. “OK,” she said, and turned to her bedroom so as to be left in peace. Her three roommates remained in the living room, unified by silence and a still deeply held incredulity.

“She likes Twilight,” Lemon Zest breathed. “Just… damn.”

“Think Twilight will like her back?” Indigo inquired.

“Are you kidding? I don’t think Twilight knows what love is.”

It was either going to be the best or the worst day of her life. The lesson for today was actually important, and not at all easy to soak in. Fleur was good with art and history, the physical world that required tactile contact; mathematics were not her strong suit. She genuinely did need to pay attention. They had their mid-term exam next week! But the sight of her sitting there in her seat, diligently poring over notes, the smile that could sometimes be seen whenever Twilight turned her head to those beside her, the bright, cheerful voice that always had the right answer, that sweet form held within a white blouse and jeans…

She knew better than to fight a losing battle; accepting defeat and doing nothing more than daydream for the rest of the class, the beautiful young woman simply stopped trying and figured she’d get any help later. Twilight was always nice to people like that.

“Alright, make sure to have the homework done before Monday! And for those of you with lab, don’t forget- Monday evenings, I know some of you have been absent!”

Fleur awoke from her favorite daydream of her and Twilight walking along a beach hand-in-hand and realized that class had actually ended. Had she been dozing for that long? They’d only begun a few minutes ago! And- Twilight was leaving already! The girls had actually taken her room key away to make sure she actually went through with talking to Twilight, and she had no intention of sleeping out in the halls tonight. Twilight’s bed sounds so much better- oh crap she’s down the hall! Dignity be damned, Fleur positively raced through the crowd to catch up with that lavender ponytail. “Twilight? Twilight Sparkle?”

Her voice rang clearly through the halls and over the cacophony of noise that pervaded through the minutes between classes, bringing Twilight’s efforts to move along elsewhere to an abrupt pause. The intelligent woman she adored turned about for the source of her name and soon settled her eyes on Fleur, a small start as recognition took over. “Fleur?”

“Hi, yes,” Fleur said breathlessly, amazed that she was actually this close. She could even smell Twilight, a pleasant aroma of herbal tea about the young woman. Ooh, I really like it. I wonder what she’s wearing.

“Didn’t- we went to high school together, right?” Twilight asked. “Cheer captain at Crystal Prep?”

She gave a glowing smile as her heart swelled like a balloon, delighted that Twilight actually remembered her. “Yeah! I was!”

“OK, I thought so- wait, are we in Physics together?”

The balloon burst in an instant. She doesn’t even know I exist! “Yeah, we are…”

“OK. That’s great!” Twilight said. “Umm, well- it was good to see you, I guess-”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Fleur said swiftly. She had been beaten down to the ground, but she wasn’t going to admit defeat just yet. “I, uh- I need some help.”

Oh. OK,” Twilight said slowly. “Like… with the class?”

“Yes. So much, that lesson had me so lost,” Fleur replied. “Can you- you tutor some of the other students, right? Would it be OK if you-”

“I don’t mind helping you out!” Twilight said brightly, seemingly delighted at the prospect of mentoring another mind. “Hey, I actually have some free time this evening, if you’d like to come by the Student Ed. Center. About six?”

“Yes! Thank you so much, Twilight,” Fleur said, her composure breaking down and she took Twilight in a hug that caused the brilliant young woman to give a small “Oh!” in surprise. “Sorry, am I keeping you from your next class?”

“I’ve still got time, don’t worry. See you tonight, Fleur, it was nice to see you again!” Twilight turned about and walked away without another word, making for the hallway intersection and soon disappearing from amidst the dissipating crowd.

Fleur could only stand there and sigh in her bliss, wondering how on earth she was supposed to keep herself under control until they met up again that evening. The education center wasn’t to be the best place for romancing the girl of her dreams, a nice and peaceful bedroom was more suited for such acts of affection. But maybe she could sneak away with a kiss, if she played her cards right? A date, at the very least. Oh, how was she supposed to manage this? And her past efforts of relief were more or less out the window, especially since she didn’t have her-

“Oh jeez, my room key!” Fleur raced down the hall as fast as she could, hoping she’d catch Indigo before the woman had left for her afternoon class. It really hadn’t been a fair move.

Author's Note

This was supposed to just be one chapter only, I swear.

Keep reading, I guess.