The Group Chat

Blueberry Cake

I idly stared at my closet of dresses, shirts and skirts. Most were brightly colored because dark colors didn’t go well with my eyes. My eyes landed on a pink wrapped gift under some pants and I winced sadly, listening to Tennis Match play with a bouncy ball she had found somewhere in my room half heartedly.

“I wish I wasn’t so stupid, you know?” Tennis said finally and I looked at her. She had opted to swap out her normal skirt in favor of white leggings with a tennis ball on the side to help keep out the cold. “Blueberry? You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” I answered and rested my hands on my lap. “What are you talking about, TM? You’re not stupid. You’re the head of the tennis team after all, remember?”

“You know what I mean,” Tennis said and caught the ball before it rolled away. I did know what she had meant, I just didn’t want to talk about Sunset at the moment. I’ve already been having bad dreams about it. Mainly revolving about Sunset killing me in a fit of rage, a demon Sunset mind controlling me for not believing her and making me do her laundry which is probably not bad to some but I hate doing even my laundry. Sometimes about socks that makes me uncomfortable. I really hate feet. I don’t even like mine really. Anyway, off topic. I know Sunset isn’t a demon or anything, but I don’t control my nightmares unfortunately.

A majority of them are just Sunset crying at my feet or crying in general. Stupid peer pressure and mob mentality. I’m not the bravest person at CHS. I’m just a face in the crowd, trying to survive the hell that is high school. And believe, after the events before the break, it’s a hell.

I never personally sent in secrets. That’s not who I am. I don’t care about stuff like gossip compared to the rest of my fellow Fashionastas or even Rarity. I always found it violating. I know I wouldn’t like people gossiping about me, so why should I do it about others? Never sat right with me.

“I hate this,” I dropped my head and stared down at my knees. “You know when you do something awful and you get that feeling all over inside you? Makes you wanna vomit but you can’t?”

“Kinda.”

I pulled out a dress and held it to against my body as I gave her a quizzical look.

“Well?” I asked impatiently and raised an eyebrow. “Yes or no?”

“It looks nice,” Tennis commented and I rolled my eyes. She barely even looked at the damn thing. I normally had Rarity and Paisley help me with this but I’m not really on speaking terms with them right now. For the obvious reasons, of course. “What?”

“You didn’t look at it. Does it make me look fat?” I asked and posed with it. “My anniversary is coming up and I need to look nice.”

“Oh my god. You’re like the thinnest girl I’ve ever seen compared to well-”

“Sunset after the fall formal,” I cut her off and she looked away in shame. “She was practically a tooth pick afterwards. Something about not eating.”

“Yeah. Her,” Tennis muttered and flopped back on my bed. “Depression does that to a person. Makes it hard to do anything, eat, get out of bed. Stuff like that.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I’ve never known anyone with depression or if I did, they never told me.”

“It’s always difficult telling the signs of depression. It’s different for each person. If either of us had it, what might be a sign for me would be completely different for you,” Tennis Match crossed her legs and stared at the ceiling. “Same thing with you know, suicide and all. Different signs for each person. There might be some similarities but it’s mostly a guessing game unfortunately.”

I shrugged and sat down next to her, tossing the dress and hanger back into the closet. I can pick it up later.

“Hey, did you hear about Sophisticata?” Tennis asked suddenly and I gave her a confused look. “Oh boy. Soarin and Roseluck walked in on her and Indigo Wreath after that meeting we all had. The two were going at it like there’s no tomorrow. Kissing only apparently according to those two.”

“Good for them.”

I didn’t really wanna do this whole gossip thing. Gossip is what started all of our problems.

“And-”

“Stop!” I snapped and she jumped. “Just stop, okay?”

“What?”

“This whole gossip thing!” I answered and stood up, pacing my room. “It’s- it’s bullshit! Absolute bullshit.”

Tennis gave me a startled look. While I did occasionally curse, it was rare for me to use stronger curses like fuck, shit and the like. Kinda like Derpy except she never curses. Or well, used to.

“Gossip is what started everything. Gossip started anon a miss, gossip started a whole bunch of people hating each other and people breaking up with each other. Gossip is responsible for our school being a war zone. Just let it die,” I paused in front of her and placed my hands on my hips, glaring at her as she nodded slowly. “Gossip is what got Sunset hating every single one of us. It’s what got me and you to lose almost all our friends.”

“Alright. But isn’t gossip what the entire fashionasta club or whatever you’re called do?” Tennis pointed out and I sighed .She had a point there. A good majority of the club did do that.

“Not this fashionasta,” I promised and sat back down.

“I’m sorry, alright? We won’t talk about those two again. I just thought you’d be happy for them.”

“I am, believe me. I spent a lot of time trying to get them together, after all.”

Well, Starlight helped too but it was mostly me. Now we just need to get Scribble Dee a partner and we’d be golden.

“Anyway, at least some good came out of anon a miss,” Tennis Match offered and I shot her a glare as I opened my mouth to speak and she held up a hand. “Hear me first. Sunset had a pretty decent support group during and after. She even got together with two of them and has a kid now apparently. Two more students got together after years of liking each other. Again, a good thing. Finally, we got to learn which friends were fake. It hurt like hell obviously and Sunset being framed is the worst part of all. Those freaking kids.”

Tennis Match and I scowled at each other. To think three seemingly innocent kids had done this. I knew Sweetie Belle. I helped her with her homework and listened to her occasional fashion questions. She was definitely the most well dressed one out of the group, though Apple Blooms bow was absolutely adorable with her red hair.

Getting off topic.

“I don’t blame them,” I sighed and Tennis gave me a stunned look. “Okay, that came out poorly. I do blame them but they’re kids. They’re expected to make mistakes, just like me or you. It’s part of growing up. I wish they didn’t do this just like you but I do hope they learn from it.”

“Yeah me too.”

Tennis was one of the more level headed people I knew. People always were surprised that me and her got along, and athlete and a fashionasta. We were pretty decent friends. I’d go as far as saying she was my best friend.

Tennis held out her arms and I rolled my eyes before hugging her.

Any friend that gives random hugs is a win in my book.