I sat under the stairs of my school, eating my school lunch of pizza, chocolate milk and a pile of apple sauce. The lunch lady was obsessed with apples because half of everything she gave the students was apple related or apple filled. Her parents must have loved apples too because her name was Granny Smith. I glanced out the window and sighed. This place was lonely, just like I thought.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I heard a voice and I glanced over in the direction. A fiery haired girl had a girl wearing a beret cornered against a locker to my confusion. “I’m talking to you. When I talk, you speak. You like to speak about me when I’m not around yet you won’t when I’m in your face.”

“I-I’m sorry Sunset. It won’t happen again,” the girl stammered out with a terrified expression. A pang of sympathy went through me. Being bullied sucked. Or maybe this Sunset wasn’t a bully and she was just dealing with some rumors the other girl started. I don’t know anything about either of them so I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

“I hope so for your sake. Don’t let us have this conversation again or else you won’t like the consequences. Now get the hell out of here,” Sunset snapped as she stepped and the girl took off like a dog with her tail tucked between it’s legs. Sunset stepped back and smirked as her eyes fell on me. “What are you looking at, Curls?” I assume she was talking to me.

“N-no one,” I mumbled. She rolled her eyes and stepped closer.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up,” she demanded angrily.

“I said no one miss,” I said a bit louder and she gave a smug nod.

“Good girl. Stay out of my way and don’t look at business that doesn’t involve you,” she started walking down the hallway with two boys following her, smirking at me. Well, that was certainly an interesting interaction.

“Hey there,” I glanced up at the same green girl from before leaning against the stairs with her arms folded. “What’s up?”

“Uhm hi,” I said before sipping my chocolate milk. The girl rolled her eyes.

“Why are you sitting here alone?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s quiet over here. The lunch room is so loud and lots of people. Not a huge fan of loud noises,” I explained. She gave a faint nod.

“I can relate. Sometimes I have to get away from it all too.” Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. She didn’t seem like the type to need to get away based on her clothes.

“Makes sense,” I answered.

“Bon Bon right?” I flinched and stared at her.

“How do you know my name?” I asked nervously. She rolled her eyes and held up a hand.

“Relax. Derpy told me your name.” I let out a sigh of relief at that. At least no one was talking bad about me. “Plus we share science class and the teacher called your name for rollcall this morning.”

“Oh right,” my face burned from embarrassment at that fact. I really should have remembered that happening. “How long have you know Derpy?”

“As long as I can remember. Our parents are friends so there’s pictures of us hanging out together as babies and so one,” she answered as the bell rang signifying the end of lunch. The girl pushed herself off the stairs and grinned at me.

“See you around,” she walked away and winked back at me before rounding the corner and I sighed. School sucks.

I flopped back on my bed and groaned.

”What’s with you?” Storm asked as I glanced over to my phone and rolled my eyes. Storm was laying upside down on her bed whole Sprinkle was spinning around in a chair.

“Tired. It’s been a long day,” I answered.

”Same here. School has been super boring recently,” Sprinkle as she glanced over to Storm and gave her a dirty look with a faint blush. ”Storm?”

”Yeah Sprinkle?” Storm asked as she played on her phone with her skirt hanging around her waist and I turned faintly red too. She never really wore skirts, she always preferred jeans. Mainly black ripped ones for no reason. Why go to the store and buy ripped clothes?

”Your skirt is hanging around your waist and we can both see your underwear,” Sprinkle answered.

”So? You guys have seen them before.”

”There’s a difference between seeing them in your dresser and then seeing them on,” Sprinkle retorted. Storm rolled her eyes and scoffed as she sat up, smoothing her skirt down and covering her lower half up.

”You two are so prudish, you know that?” Storm grumbled as she returned to her phone. I sighed as I picked up my strawberry plush and squeezed it, looking at it’s smiling face.

“What should I do Mr. Berry? Why are those two people at school even talking to me? And why does Minty even care about talking to me? They don’t even know. At least Derpy can make good muffins. She’s been coming up everyday since school started last week and every lunch,” I sighed and heard a cough. I glanced at my phone and turned bright red. Both of my friends were staring at me in confusion.

”Are you talking to your plush?” Storm asked with a playful smirk. I turned even redder as I gave a sheepish nod.

”You named the plush I got you in fifth grade Mr. Berry?” Sprinkle asked.

”Who the hell is Minty? Are you friends with a tube of toothpaste?” I rolled my eyes.

“No it’s this girl at school. I didn’t get her name so I’ve been calling her Minty to my plush and my hairbrush. She has mint green hair, mint green skin. She reminds me a bit of you now that I think about it, Storm. Same ripped black jeans and messy hair. She’s kinda cool. Feel kinda weird when she’s around but I don’t know why.” Both my friends gave each other mischievous smirks.

”Someones got a crush,” Sprinkle sang with a teasing grin and a wink. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t get crushes on people. It’s probably just awkwardness about being in a weird situation is all. It’ll pass,” I answered. My friends gave me an unconvinced frown as they looked at each other and back to me.

”If you say so,” Storm said. She glanced off to the side and her eyes widened slightly. ”We’ve been on the video call for four hours now. I gotta get home. It was nice talking to you Bons. We gotta do this again tomorrow.”

”Okay. See you guys later,”I sighed. Four hours was a pretty long time for us not gonna lie. We usually rarely called. We always just meet in person but that isn’t really an option anymore.

”See ya Bonnie.”

Author's Note

Oof evil Sunset. Rip Watermelody getting her ass yelled at. This is gonna be a shorter story than the other ones so this is out of the way and I can focus all efforts on other related stories. Totally not cuddling my Derpy plush as I write this.