Well, I survived today. Barely.
That's the understatement of the year, Sunset. Today was as if Tirek started singing opera songs off-key. Who decides, on a Friday where everyp- one wants to go home after a long week, that we should do tests? Really, I need to go give them a stern talking to.
I'm almost 99% sure I failed my history test...again. How am I supposed to remember every time this species of evolved monkeys decided to fight one another? Sweet sunlight , humans are violent!
Lets hope today doesn't get worse, I already have to walk home without my bike. Ugh.
"Freeze!" A voice barks behind me. What preposterous law did I break this time? I turn around on my heel to be treated to two guys in black and a bat. Just my luck.
"Just so you know, I don't have anything on me right now." I put my hands up. "Can I please just head home?"
I should have brought my bike.
"Wha'ever, em'ty ya bag. Now!" The other, larger guy sneered, the gap in his teeth very prominent.
I really should have brought my bike.
Sighing, I raised my arms into a fighting position, sending the two my signature glare. Apparently they didn't get it, as they swung their bat in front of me as a response. I've been meaning to practice.
Blocking their bat, I connected my fist to the first boy's jaw, sending him tumbling to the pavement dazed. A pause. The larger guy lunged at me, colliding with a wall once I moved away. That was easy. As I was brushing myself off, an unexpected opponent appeared, punching me hard in the nose. Never mind.
Recovering from the shock, I replied with a swift kick to the gut, wiping...her out as well. I take that back; that was somewhat easy.
My nose was bleeding. Exciting. I definitely should have brought my bike. Maybe I should call someone. No need to scare people on the bus with a delinquent-looking teenager plus a nose bleed. But who to call? I contemplated my choices for a while: Pinkie Pie is still working; Applejack is too far away; Rarity most likely would faint at the sight; Rainbow Dash is at an afterschool club; Fluttershy... I've already inconvenienced her too many times - Hm?
Turning on my phone, it pinged at the notice of a new message: Sparky. I could call Twilight. I come over on Fridays anyway. The message read, 'Where are yo? Its 4pm.' Cow shit. Sunset your screwed - Twilight made a spelling mistake. Frantically, I was about to call her before my phone died. Double cow shit. She lives close, right?
I peeked outside from under a shop ledge. It's raining. Triple cow shit. Today really sucks.
I'm so stupid for not bringing my bike.
Ding dong...Ding dong.. I stood, albeit awkwardly due to me holding my nose, in front of the Sparkle's home. Are they still home or did Twilight start a search party- my thought stopped as the door opened to a distressed Twilight, glasses almost falling off her nose. Dork.
"S..." Pant "Sunset! A..are you okay?" She sounded like she was running around the past 10 minutes.
"I will be if you let me in, it's rather cold and I'm wet."
"Sunset, dear, your bleeding!" Twilight Velvet gasped at the doorway.
They all stood around as I recounted the story. Well, half recounted. I didn't mention the attackers. No need to bother them more. I can just blame it on gym. I did blame it on gym.
"Well, you really worried us! Twily here was pacing back and forth for forty-five minutes!" Night Light chuckled as he looked up from the newspaper. I thought they didn't use newspapers anymore - at least from what Rainbow told me.
Sparky looked distressed, although she was smiling. I don't think it was just me being late. Better not mention it. I squeezed her hand and shot her a subtle smile. Although her parents already seem like they know with the looks they give me and her.
"Alright then, your nosebleed seems to have stopped, just please don't put too much pressure on it to let the vessels heal. Be sure to change with that extra pair you have here though, wouldn't want you to catch another cold"
I nodded, looking at Twilight affectionately before looking back, "Well, me and Sparky are going to go upstairs, we were planning all week to watch the TV version of 'Les Misérables'"
Her parents glanced each other and smirked. What's so funny.
As I locked the door, my wet clothes on the heater and fresh clothes on, Twilight threw herself on me, making both of us collapse onto her bed. On any other occasion, I would laugh. But I heard sobs coming from her, muffled by my shoulder. I stroked her hair to provide some comfort, the reaction unfortunately muscle memory. She seemed down all week. She never mentioned why though, but I have a feeling it's something to due with that dancing Discord excuse of a school. I know she goes there as it's the most academically challenging private school to enter in the whole of Canterlot, and that she feels as if she would look as if she runs away from anything challenging (when still staying there is enough) but there is bound to be some alternative!
A few minutes went by, I was humming a song from my fillyhood when Twilight inhaled to speak. "S-..Sunny.. I..I'm sorry... I-I ruined your shirt." Twilight muttered.
"Hey what did I say, about apologising for things that could be fixed? Now, what's wrong Sparky." I spoke softly, hating that the one human I like is crying.. Reminds me of myself at PCSGU..
There was a pause as she sniffed, seeming to try make sense of her emotions. I waited, knowing interrupting the process would make is restart.
"I..I was just.. scared that you weren't here.. Your always here when I need you.. A-and I thought.. Something bad happened with everything you have spoken to me about your... recent months at school." Another inhale. "This week has been... very... stressful for the both of us and... the pressure just b-became too much today." She looked up, lip wobbling with tear-stricken cheeks.
I paused. Someone cares enough for me. That much, that they get distressed when I'm not there. Not when I am.
"Sparky. You mean so much to me. Nothing could keep me from you when you need me, not even Tartarus." She chuckled, nuzzling back into the crook of my neck, her body warming me up.
And suddenly, life here meant more than just surviving. It meant living.
Author's Note
wow ok my first fic more than a 200 word drabble???!!! also i proofread this myself so just like, tell me of any mistakes i very likely have made - i tried to find them all but my ADHD makes proof-reading my own stuff really hard :')
this is a oneshot idea i got from a pin over on Pinterest as I was looking for art ideas. once i get to making 'Interwoven Lies', this will probably make more sense. You can still read this without the other though.
The cover art was her thoughts at the start of the oneshot btw. idk if i made that clear
-DragonIdiot
