Canterlot High

My luck just kept getting better and better.

A future boo thang, an invitation to a cool af party tonight, a few new pals. Life in Canterlot is more incredible than I had ever imagined.

I had gotten myself as nerdy as I possibly could for that night. Sweetie convinced me to embrace who I am, and that's exactly what I was gonna do.

It was a little past 7 PM, the girls and I have just arrived at Diamond's rockin' mansion. Came with my 8-bit shades and lucky cap.

And let me tell ya...

The place was PACKED.

Music was booming from every part of the house, bits of pizza were strewn about on the tables and girls were wearing outfits that left very little to the imagination.

Which is something that's been bothering me when I first came here, why are nearly all the girls at school wearing skirts WAAAAAY above the knee?

Anyways, judging by the stifled laughs from the scattered teens hanging outside in the front yard, my get-up was quite the eye-catcher.

"They're just jealous they're not as expressive or as confident as you are." Sweetie whispered to me.

I aligned my shades and twirled my cap and strut my stuff, ignoring all the classic nerd insults. Nothing was gonna ruin my night. No sir.

As we cut through the side of the house toward the poolside of the place, I noticed a small group of peeps up ahead reenacting some kinda talk show or something.

I'm guessing from the exaggerated "boo's" and cheesy acting that they're all playing some make-believe Quarry episode.

"We asked Sunset," one dude read from a sheet of paper. "Did you sleep with Rumble? You said no. The lie detector determined......you're telling a lie, you slept with him 10 times!"

"LET'S GO!!!" Rumble cheered, busting into some celebratory breakdancing before backflipping into the pool. "I KNEW I'D SMASH!"

"Keep dreaming, dude." Sunset scoffed playfully.

"I KNEW I'D SMASH!"

As we headed inside, I noticed that this off-the-hook party has...IT.

You know, IT.

The IT that could risk all of our adolescent butts going to juvie, the IT that causes nothing but problems for us impressionable lot...

Alcohol.

Guys were guzzling bottle after bottle down like there was no tomorrow. I saw that "Bulk" dude in the back slamming bottles against his hard ass skull while screaming "YEAAAAAAAH!!!" with each slam.

"Oh, SCORE!" Scootaloo chimed, rushing to grab a bottle off a bar.

"No, bad Scootaloo!" AB huffed, slapping Scoot's hand away. "Bad!"

"Hmph, you guys are no fun!"

"You're right," Sweetie nodded. "We're smart. I'd much rather prefer the fruit punch over there. Button, mind grabbing us some? I'll be upstairs."

"S-Sure, no prob," I said, scurrying off. "Coming right up."

I brushed pass the crowded halls full of jamming teens waving their cups around in the air and drenching my hair before I eventually reached the punch bowl in the kitchen.

As I scooped some into a cup, I stopped myself.

"Who spiked the punch with beer?" I hollered.

Everyone nearby raised their hands in a snap. I rolled my eyes before dropping the tainted ladle.

"Guess it's time for plan B, here." Apple Bloom popped out of nowhere, handing me two plastic bottles of 100% pure apple juice.

"Thanks." I uttered.

"Go get 'er, tiger!"

The sneaky farm girl shuffled deep into the crowd with a wink and disappears before I could respond.

Damn shippers, I swear.

I made my way toward upstairs

Is...

Is someone crying?

I walked further down the hall to distance myself from the booming music and found the source of the sound from the bathroom.

I peaked my head inside and find...

Diamond Tiara?

"Uh, Diamond?" I asked, shuffling beside her. "Everything okay?"

"No," she sniffled. "Everything's 100% not okay."

"Well, what's wrong? Talk to me."

"Garble broke up with me!" she wailed. "First time I have a house party on my own, and I get DUMPED!"

"Oof, that sounds harsh."

"It is!"

"Why would he break up with you?"

"I-I don't know, he wouldn't give me an explanation. What could I have done to deserve this? Was I too nice? Did I say something dumb? Am...am I ugly?"

"No!" I grunted, sitting down beside her. "You're not any of those things, far from it! You're a smart, unique and caring person, and don't you forget that."

"I......you really think so?"

"I know so, goofball."

"Thank you," she sniffled. "Y-You better get going. Wouldn't wanna keep ya in my pity party."

"You gonna be good?"

"I'll......I'll be fine," Diamond sighed. "Go on ahead, have fun. I don't want to bring anyone down, especially during a party."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, Button. I'll be okay."

"O-Okay then. Just hope these people don't get drunk and destroy the place."

"Oh, don't worry about them. It's non-alcoholic beer."

"Wow, is that a real thing?"

"Of course it's a real thing. Crazy, right?"

Clever...

But fine or not, that's just harsh!

That was some grade A asshole-ery Garble just did right there. If I didn't have these noodle arms, I'd......I'D...

Well, I don't know what I would do, I'm a coward, but still!

While I tried to wrap my head around this sudden status update, I was suddenly pulled outside onto a balcony and found myself standing before a chipper Sweetie Belle.

"There you are!" she squeaked.

"Here I am!" I chimed sheepishly, pulling out the juice. "The punch, uh..."

"Spiked?" she asked, reaching for her drink.

"Spiked." I nodded. "It's non-alcoholic beer anyways, so we're safe."

"That's a thing?"

"Apparently so. Insane, right?"

"Yeah, the world always has tons of surprises."

"When you're right, you're right."

Sweetie Belle and I lean up against the balcony's rail, opening our bottles of apple juice with a light CLICK!

"Mmm, I do love me some apple juice." I sighed in delight, sipping my nutritious beverage.

"Don't tell Apple Bloom that," Sweetie chuckled. "Soon her and Applejack would be shoving tons of apple treats your way and you end up with a muffin top and start feeling gassy when you have to do routine splits and..."

"..."

"..."

"From experience, I'm guessing?"

"Heh, don't judge."

"Hey, I can't judge. I'm low on protein and high on cholesterol 24/7, I'm a lard lad."
Fill me up with some Tony loaf, XD

"Oh, that's nothing. I used to have more chins than Chinatown!"

"Pfft, child's play. I was so fat, the scale told me 'to be continued'."

"I was so fat, Thanos had to clap!"

"I bought this 3DS with my own hard-earned money after selling shade on the beach one summer!"

"I'm psychic. My name used to be the 'Four Chin Teller'."

"I GOT A "B" IN ENGRISH!"

"..."

"..."

"Button. You're so silly!"

"Gotta love me."

"Hee, I suppose so..."

Sweetie's hand rubbed up from mine to my elbow and sent major shivers up my spine. Her radiant eyes glistened bright under the pale moonlight and had stared DEEP into my soul.

My heart was soaring, it felt like everything but us melted away before us.

Sweetie stepped closer to me, our entranced gazes locked onto each other. Her beautiful eyes became half-lidded, I wasn't gonna let it ruin this time I had with her.

My leg nearly wobbled and gave out as I took a small step forward. Either I was on the way to pure ecstacy, or I was about to pass out for holding my breath for the last five minutes.

Getting closer...

Closer...

Ever so close...

"E-EXCUSE ME, EVERYONE, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?"

That familiar jerky voice echoed throughout the whole house, stopping the music and interrupting our magical moment.

"I know I'm known to be the bad boy of Canterlot High, and I gladly take that title!"

"He interrupted everything to gloat about himself?" I muttered to myself.

"However, there's something not everyone knows about me," he continued. "I...can be......a passionate guy too, at times. I've been in and out with tons of girls, and I mean TONS of girls, but there is only one person that I truly love and am extremely loyal to."

Okay, now he's starting to scare me. Who is this guy?

"Now that everyone's here, I felt it was the right time to say this..."

Where is he going with this?

"I, Garble, am in love with..."