Fluttershy's cottage
John's POV
The warmth of my soft bed envelopes my body as I lay on my back, I can feel the soft breeze from the cracked open window to my right move over my face and arms. Today is the first day of the school year and, more importantly, my senior year at Canterlot High. I grab the phone that sits on my nightstand and unplug it before bringing it to my face, the clock reads 05:29. I sit up and rub my eyes before letting off a long and deep yawn, I then stand to my feet and stretch out my arms, my joints giving off pops and cracks. The wooden floor is cold to the touch yet somehow inviting, I walk to my wardrobe and grab a set of clothes for the day before heading to the washroom for a shower.
I glance at myself in the mirror; my hair is short and brown, eyes are a deep hazel, white skin with a mild tan and acne. I can't grow facial hair to save my life without it coming in patching an awkward. I grab my razor and give my face a clean shave, being careful not to cut myself. Although not careful enough apparently, I flinch slightly as I cut myself while doing an upstroke along my jawline.
"Dammnit," I curse to myself.
I clean off my razor and hop into the shower, hot water running down my back and occasionally stinging the fresh cut on my face. I pain through it though and start washing my hair and body. My body is in decent shape, I'm not ripped by any means but I do carry a mostly stocky build. After thoroughly cleaning myself and rinsing off I step out of the shower and begin to dry off. The cut on my face has healed already but the steam in the air mildly irritates my face. After drying off I rub some tea tree oil-infused lotion on my face, put on my red flannel shirt and blue jeans, and make my way downstairs for breakfast. As I round the corner I can see Mom has already made breakfast for me and herself; waffles, fruit, orange juice, the works.
"Good morning honey," I hear my mom say, she's already sitting at the table plate in front of her.
"Morning mom, wow, this breakfast looks amazing," I say with a smile on my face.
She giggles. "No need to thank me. The Angel bunny here did most of the work," she says, gesturing to him sitting on the counter, occupied by some lettuce. His fur is mostly grey, and he is a little slow when eating. Mom gives a worried look before returning to her food.
"Everything alright Mom?" I ask while making myself a plate.
"Yeah, it's just that Angel Bunny is getting old, he's lived longer than most rabbits, and I'm just not sure how much longer he has," she says looking down at her food, a hint of sadness on her face.
I nod in understanding, "I have noticed over the last few years that he's become slower and less active. He does have the best care though, and I'm sure he's enjoyed the majority of the life he's had, the best we can do is to keep supporting and caring for him,"
Mom nods, "You're right dear, thanks for always seeing things on the bright side,"
The rest of breakfast consisted of us talking about the day ahead, she was going to take an inventory of animal food on hand before making a trip to the store to maintain a surplus, and she also mentioned doing some volunteer work at the local animal shelter. The train to Canterlot would be leaving at 0700 which means I have . . . .
"I've gotta go, mom, the train leaves in 15 minutes," I say standing up and grabbing an apple. I make my way to the door and slide on my square-tipped boots, I then stand and throw my backpack over my shoulder.
She nods following me to the door, "Have a great first-day honey, remember the last train from Canterlot leaves at 6 pm, try not to miss it please," she says hugging me.
I hug back remembering how much of a pain it had been missing the return train on my first day last year, "I won't miss it Mom, I promise,"
She giggles before waving me off, I wave back before making my way to the train station, apple in hand. It's not a far walk down the dirt path before it turns into stone. The morning air is cool and sharp, I take bites of my apple as I make my way through Ponyville. A few of the townsfolk have already started their days, some setting up shop and others heading to work. Some wave while others say 'hello' I return their greetings waving back and greeting them. As I approach the train platform I can see a few students also waiting for the train as well as a couple of my friends. I slip past them as I make my way to the ticket booth to purchase my school train pass; 40 Bits for a one-year free ride between Canterlot and Ponyville, as opposed to the usual 5 Bits per round trip.
"Good morning sir," I say to the ticket master.
"Good morning John, one school train pass I presume?"
I nod before I show him my school I.D. and hand him the Bits, he nods as I put away my school I.D. He takes my Bits and hands me a golden ticket made of a similar material as an Equestria thousand Bit bill (similar to the $100 bill, only with Celestia on it) instead of Celestia on the ticket was an un-named pony with a saddle-bag full of books boarding a train. I smirk as I make my way to a bench, I then notice Princess Twilight sitting by herself using her magic to hold her phone and a stylus, tapping away on what I presume to be some notes, or maybe that silly game with balloons and monkeys I saw her playing one time. I finish my apple and toss the core into a nearby trashcan before approaching her.
She looks up and smiles once she sees me, "John, glad to see you,"
"Hey Twilight," I say as I hug her, she moves her hooves over my shoulders and pulls me close. Fun fact, Twilight is 5'11", and only a few ponies are at a comfortable height to make eye contact normally. After we separate we both sit on the bench next to one another.
"Going to Canterlot I presume?" I ask setting my bag down next to me.
"Yep, I'll be speaking to your high school's senior class about getting out in the world and sharing the magic of friendship," she says with a smile.
"Sounds fun, I can't wait to hear a lecture from the best teacher I know,"
She blushes and gives me a playful shove accompanied by a giggle, "Oh stop it John, you're too sweet,"
I sigh before sitting back and waiting for the train with my aunt, we share small talk about technology and how innovative Equestria has become. Soon the train arrives and I follow Twilight into the royal car in the front. Since I'm the only human in Equestria, I'm technically a representative of the human race, which technically makes me royalty (at least that's how Celestia and Luna explained it to me) allowing me to ride in the royal car with other Royals. As we enter, I notice Flurry Heart and a couple of crystal guards. Flurry sees me and smiles before trotting to me and hugging me.
"Johnny! It's felt like forever since I last saw you,"
I nod, "Yeah, we haven't seen each other since the end of last school year, how was your summer?"
"Oh, it was fantastic! My parents took me to Saddle Arabia for my birthday, it was so much fun!"
I flash a smile as we sit next to one another, "That does sound fun, I've always wanted to go,"
"So how're you and Pumpkin Cake doing?" she asks.
Pumpkin and I had been dating for about a few months, we started around the end of school, mid to late April. I'm on good terms with her parents, we're the same age, but the only issue was I found she had been cheating on me with Starburst, the daughter of Flash Sentry and Princess Twilight Sparkle. I'm on good terms with Starburst though, as soon as she found out I was dating Pumpkin she came to me in confidence and apologized profusely. We both broke up with Pumpkin and things have been kinda awkward, to say the least.
I sigh before saying, "She, cheated on me with Starburst and I broke up with her a few weeks ago,"
"Awe, John, I'm so sorry to hear that,"
She then gives me a long-needed hug, I hug her back and nuzzle her as she nuzzles back. After a bit, we separate as I notice Flurry is a little groggy. "Not much sleep last night?" I ask.
She nods before asking, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna try to catch some Z's before we get to school,"
I nod as she lies against the window, "Get some rest if you need anything I'm here for you,"
She nods and smiles before falling asleep slowly, I take my headphones out and plug them into my phone the C-Phone 6 by Carrot, and start trying to find music to listen to. Once I find something interesting to listen to I open up the news app on my phone. Surprisingly, outside of most of the villains the Mane 6 fight, Equestria is a very uneventful place. Most ponies get along with one another and most crimes are minor, even the worst offenses aren't close to assault or murder. The occasional thefts are a majority of the crimes committed. That being said, a majority of the news reported in Equestria involves the weather and new technological advances.
Half an Hour Later
I gaze out the window to see we're finally getting into Canterlot, I give Flurry a nudge which quickly wakes her up.
"Are we there?" She asks to which I nod. She uses her magic to levitate her school bag onto the bench in front of us before pulling her hairbrush out of it. She starts to straighten out her mane for the day, I can hear some of the knots coming out as she works her mane with the brush. I meanwhile roll up my headphones and shove them into my backpack, the train slowly comes to a stop as we reach the platform for Canterlot High. Flurry, Twilight, and I stand before heading for the door of the carriage.
As we get off the train, Flurry is greeted by her colt-friend, Comet Whistle. Comet Whistle is what you'd describe as a jock, he's about 5'8 built like a brick wall, and a badass at hockey, I'll give him that. But he's a complete asshole to those who aren't Unicorns or Alicorns, and he's especially racist to non-ponies, like me.'
"Hey there babe, how's things?" Comet asks putting a forehoof around her, she seems slightly uncomfortable but still hugs back.
"G-Good, hanging in there,"
I walk towards Comet holding my hand out for a hand hoof shake, stupidly, and say, "Hey there Comet, how was your summer?"
Comet scoffs at this and says, "As if I would ever shake hooves with a thing like you, come on Babe let's get out of here,"
Being called a thing doesn't sting as much as it used to, regardless this does leave a stern expression on my face. He then leads Flurry away, a sad expression on her face.
From behind I can hear Twilight getting off the train "-quill, check! Parchment paper, che-" she stops and notices the still stern look on my face, "Is something wrong John?"
I sigh before saying, "Just Comet being Comet, being a self-righteous racist asshole,"
Twilight is taken aback by my language before saying, "John, you know you're not supposed to use that kind of language,"
"Right, but Comet is allowed to be racist and call me a thing?" I question directing my gaze at her.
"John it do- wait, he called you a thing?"
I nod before we start walking to the school, "Almost every time I see him, it's not just me though,"
"What else has he said?" Twilight asks. I sigh before stopping her and whispering in her ear, after hearing what I had to say she folds her ears to her head, "That is so horrible, how can somepony so nice be so . . . insensitive!" she says confused
"I've seen it myself Twilight, ever wonder why our school hockey team only has unicorns, he's the captain,"
Twilight taps a hoof while thinking, she then says "I'm gonna have a talk with your counselor later and get this sorted out, just try to avoid him and I straighten this out for you,"
I nod before hugging Twilight who hugs me back, we say our goodbyes and I make my way inside and to the front office. On my way, I take a look around and am encouraged by how far Equestria has come with its technology over this past decade. When I was five the computer had gone from being merely a government-only resource to being public and in 95% of Equestrian homes. We've since gotten a networking system called the internet that interlinks everyponies computers, laptops, and smartphones. The real tech revolution began here in Canterlot (This stories version of Silicon Valley) with the start-up of the companies such as Carrot (Apple), Ponybook (Facebook), and Goggle (Google).
As I look around I see ponies on their respective devices; whether it be a phone, tablet, or some other gaming device. I take out my phone and check the time, '7:40'. Awesome, another twenty minutes until class starts. Probably should get my schedule so I know where I'm going. After going to the front desk and telling the older mare my name, she gives me my schedule, this is what it looks like . . .
1st: Government/Economics: Mrs. Lincoln: 8:00 - 9:00
2nd: Health: Mrs. Redheart: 9:05 - 10:05
3rd: Calculus: Mr. Roots: 10:10 - 11:10
4th: Study Hall: Mrs. Hooves: 11:15 - 12:00
Lunch: 12:00 - 1:00
5th: Equestrian Literature: Miss. Poe: 1:05 - 2:05
6th: Mechanics / Engineering: Mr. Socket: 2:10 - 3:10
'Different bell schedule? Odd . . .' I think as I take a picture of it with my phone before sliding it into my bag. I then make my way to the commons area; it's sort of a place where students hang out, talk and have breakfast before class; and sit at my table with the friends I normally hang out with. (From left to right) Pound cake, Starburst, Flash Prism, Cotton Candy, and . . . Button Mash and Scootaloo?
"Button Mash? Scootaloo? I thought you two graduated last year." I say in surprise.
"Well John," says Scootaloo, "Not everypony is as smart as you, we still needed three classes to graduate, so they held us back,"
"That sucks to hear, and I imagine you two are still dating,"
Scootaloo nods before pulling Button into a violent kiss, which he accepts as he pulls her on top of him. This turns quickly into them groping one another and . . touching each other in places.
"G-Guys, we're at school," says Cotton Candy, "You're going to get in trouble, not to mention how indecent it is to do that at school,"
Scootaloo replies, "And? So what? John, you don't mind right?"
"I-"
"Hey John," I hear from my left. I turn to see Flurry Heart, a smile on her face, "Can I sit with you and your friends?"
"Of course, here," I scoot over, "You can sit right here,"
She smiles and sits next, "So what're we talking about?"
Scootaloo replies, "I just asked John if he minded my colt-friend and I making out in front of everypony else,"
"Well, honestly, I don't think it matters. As long as you two truly love each other, the bond you two share will only grow stronger until you two either break up or stay until death. Simple things such as kissing, holding each other close, and reminding each other of how much you love one another only reinforce and add to the bond you two share with one another. So no, I think it's perfectly natural what you two are doing, although you could tone it down a tad,"
I soon heard a few mares nearby and at our table utter a few awes and smiles along with a few squees, even some of the stallions seemed impressed at what I had to say.
"Awe, John, you're just the sweetest thing ever," says Flurry.
"Yeah John, where have you been holding that all this time?" asks Scootaloo.
"Just a life lesson my mother taught me when I was young,' I say.
Just then, Comet Whistle came from behind Flurry Heart and hugged her before asking, "Hey babe, what're you doing hanging out with these losers?"
Flurry sighs before replying, "Comet, they are not losers, they are my friends,"
"Yeah, whatever, and why are you hanging out with this ape?"
I stand in self-defense and say, "I'm not an ape!"
He then shoves me to the group, and a shared gasp is heard through the commons, I look at Flurry to see her in shock, I then stand back up and ask, "Why did you shove me?"
"Because I can, what're you gonna do about it?" Comet says bumping his chest into mine.
I glare down at him, I notice in my peripheral vision a small crowd has formed. From behind Comet, I can see two more jock-like unicorns approaching. "This ape becoming a problem Comet?" One of them asks.
"Nothing I can't handle alone guys, he's not that tough," Comet says tapping a hoof on my chest.
"You're lucky your mare-friend is her otherwise I would kick your flank up and down these commons," I said gritting my teeth
He snorts before saying, "Oh yeah? And what makes you think you could take me? Flurry here could just use her alicorn magic to wipe you off of Equus itself!"
"And why should she protect you, you treat her like shit every chance you get!"
A silence falls among the commons, all eyes on us.
"T-That's not true, I treat my mare with gr-"
"STOP!" yells Flurry at Comet.
"Excuse me, did you just inter-"
"Yes, I did interrupt you!" Yells Flurry as she stands between me and Comet, she then continues, "I've had enough of the way you treat me and my friends! "Hey babe, buy stuff for me," "Hey babe, I can't take you out on our first anniversary, I have plans with my friends," "Hey babe, buy me lunch," when's the last time you held my things for me, bought me lunch, or didn't get pissed off when I couldn't hang out with you!? What happened to the Comet I knew when we first met?"
"The old Comet was a pussy,"
"The old Comet was sweet, loving, and tender to me and I loved him!"
There is a moment of silence, Flurry has some tears running down her cheeks.
"When you meet my parents at dinner, I knew you were acting fake, that pissed me off! Lying to me is one thing, but lying to my family and loved ones, not to mention most of the school! But you know what, you won't have to lie anymore."
"And why's that?"
"Because I'm breaking up with you!"
There's another gasp shared about the commons, she then runs out of sight crying the whole way. Comet scoffs before saying, "Her loss,"
"Are you that dense!?" I yell.
"What is it with you and interrupting me you stupid ape?!"
Button Mash stands and says, "Maybe if you weren't so stuck-up and racist he wouldn't have to!"
"Don't make me kick your ass nerd!" Comet says taking a fighting stance, behind him his two friends take a similar stance.
"You really wanna go there," I say raising my fists, before anything can happen we're interrupted by Principle Harshwhinny and Princess Twilight getting between Comet and I.
"Enough you two!" Principal Harshwinny shouts, "Both of you in my office now!"
I put my fists down and comply, we're both led to the office by the Principal and Princess as the rest of the room begins to calm down. Harshwhinny takes the lead and flanks herself with Comet while Twilight flanks herself with me.
As we get closer to the office we've slowly backed off from Harshwhinny and Comet, Twilight says with a glare," I told you to avoid him and that I would sort things out, what the hay happened?"
I sigh, "He approached my friend group and started insulting us, what was I supposed to do, back down and take it?"
Twilight stops us and gives me a nervous look before saying, "Look John, getting you into the equestrian school system was hard enough being that you're the only human here, I just don't want your actions here to make things harder for you in the future. Your actions have greater consequences on your future, more than anyone else here,"
I sigh dropping my shoulders, "I know, I just can't stand to see others get bullied with nopony to help them,"
"That's very honorable of you John, but you need to think about yourself this year, this will be your most important year of high school. I can convince Harshwhinny to go easy on you but you're on your own after this," Twilight says.
I nod understanding, "I'll try to be more careful, thank you,"
"Don't mention it," She smiles before leading me to the office.
Lunchtime - Canterlot Commons
After grabbing my tray of food I make my way back to my friend group at the same table from the morning. I sit next to Button and bump into him on purpose to startle him, he jumps in place and faces me with a look of surprise and yelps.
"Jesus John, you scared the Tartarus out of me!" He shouts before calming down
I laugh, "Sorry bro, had to make sure you're hot on your hooves is all,"
He chuckles before asking, "What happened after you were hauled off by the Principal?"
Cotton Candy says, "Yeah John, the principal did not look happy when she got between you two,"
"I was given a firm talking too about being kind to others and that I need to talk things out rather than resort to violence," I say digging into my food.
Button rolls his eyes, "And what happened to Comet,"
I chuckle and gesture to the jock's table, there he is joking and laughing with his friends, his forehoof already around some other mare. "He's captain of the hockey team, what do you think happened?"
"A slap on the hoof," Button says flatly.,
"A slap on the hoof," I say before taking another bite while nodding.
"Sorry, I'm late everypony," a familiar voice says, I turn to see Flurry Heart sitting to my left with a food tray in her magical grasp.
"Hey there Flurry, you doing alright?" I asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
She nods, "Yeah, I didn't realize how trapped I was in that relationship until I was out of it, I thought I loved him but I was just putting on a show for everypony that we were the perfect couple, guess I was fooling myself too," she sighs sadly.
I rub her back as she takes a bite, "It's gonna be ok Flurry, it'll get better with time,"
She sighs, "It seems he's already over it," she says rolling her eyes while gesturing over the Comet who is now making out with the same mare from earlier, I roll my eyes as well before continuing with my food. The table was mostly silent, I managed to finish my food early and throw my trash away before returning to the table.
"Oh, John? Could you take a look at this for me and tell me if I'm doing this right," Starburst asks before levitating a paper over to me. I run my eyes down the paper and see that it appears to be calculations for a mortgage.
"Jeez, you guys are already getting homework?"
Half of the table nods, Starburst asks, "You took financial literacy last year right?" I nod looking over the page more, she continues, "Well I've done the math a few times but most of everypony else in my class is getting a different result when it comes to the monthly payment, am I doing something wrong."
I squint at the paper and pull my calculator out, the monthly does seem too high for the APR and overall cost of the house, why is...
"Ahh here you go," I say having figured it out, "You forgot to factor in the down payment on the mortgage itself," I say handing the paper back over. Confused she levitates her calculator out of her back and runs some numbers, I can see the gears in her head turning as it starts to make sense. She then smiles having figured it out, "I can't believe I missed that, thank you, John, you're a lifesaver,"
"Anytime, what're friends for," I say smiling
"Dang John, how is it that you never skipped a grade or two?" Pound Cake asks glancing at Starburst's paper and taking notes of his own.
I shrug before saying, "I'm just lazy, Twilight says if I had put more effort into school I could have been in college by now,"
Scootaloo interjects, "Didn't your score like a 30-something on your ACT last year?"
"34 actually," I say proudly.
"And yet you still hang out with us?" Button questions.
I look around the table at my friends, I nod before saying, "You all have been my friends for our entire career at school, yeah it probably would be better for my education to surround myself with the likes of the nerd table, but you guys get me y'know?"
I pause and breathe a moment, "Regardless of my education, our friendship is what's most important to me. Whether it be here in school or in voice chat at home, I value our interactions higher than anything else in this world,"
A collective silence is shared, all eyes on me. Button brings me into a bro hug before saying, "Quite it with the emotions man, you know I don't like feeling things,"
The table shares a laugh, and I say with a chuckle "I know, just like to get under your fur sometimes bro,"
He laughs as we let go of each other, everypony at the table seems to be in a good mood, I sigh as the bell rings for the next period. As I stand Flurry sets a hoof on my hand and looks at me.
"You ok?" I ask.
She nods, "That was just very sweet of you to say, I know I haven't been part of your friend group long but, I'm glad to be a part of it,"
I smile, "Me too Flurry," I help her up before waving goodbye to the table as I leave for my next class. The halls aren't too packed as most ponies are still throwing their trash away, I take this advantage and head towards my next class.
As the day progressed, the tension from the morning’s confrontation still lingered in John's mind. He tried to shake it off, focusing on his classes, but every time he spotted Comet Whistle out of the corner of his eye, that smug expression sent a wave of irritation through him.
After lunch, John made his way to his Mechanics/Engineering class, only to find that Comet was in the same class. Great. He sighed and took a seat near the front, hoping to avoid another confrontation, but that hope was short-lived as Comet slid into the seat behind him.
"Didn't know apes could do engineering," Comet sneered just loud enough for John to hear.
John clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm. "Didn't know jackasses were allowed to talk in this class," he shot back without turning around.
A few students snickered, and Comet huffed but didn’t respond. For now, at least.
Mr. Socket, their instructor, strode into the room, adjusting his tool belt. "Alright, class, today we’re going to be working on engine components. You'll be disassembling and reassembling a basic motor. Pair up, and let’s get to it."
John quickly grabbed his toolbox, hoping to partner with someone other than Comet, but before he could move, Comet plopped down beside him, a smug grin on his face. "Looks like we're stuck together, ape. Try not to break anything."
John exhaled sharply, forcing a smile. "I should be saying that to you. Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself."
They got to work, with John taking the lead in carefully removing parts of the motor while Comet fumbled through, occasionally grumbling under his breath. At one point, Comet dropped a wrench, which clattered loudly to the floor, earning a few chuckles from their classmates.
"Need me to hold your hoof, Comet?" John teased, smirking.
Comet scowled. "Shut up and pass me the socket wrench."
John took his time, deliberately holding the wrench just out of reach before finally handing it over. Comet snatched it, muttering a curse under his breath. The rest of the class passed with little more than glares exchanged between them, but John knew this wasn’t over.
After class, John packed his things quickly, wanting to avoid any more encounters, but Comet was already leaning against the doorframe as he tried to leave.
"You're lucky Twilight and Harshwhinny got in the way earlier," Comet said, blocking his path. "Next time, there won’t be any teachers to save you."
John sighed, adjusting the strap of his backpack. "You talk a big game, Comet. But at the end of the day, you're just an insecure little colt throwing tantrums because your marefriend saw through your bullshit."
Comet’s eye twitched, but before he could respond, a familiar voice called out. "John!"
Flurry Heart trotted up with a bright smile, completely ignoring Comet as she looped a hoof around John's arm. "I’ve been looking for you! Walk with me?"
John smirked at Comet before turning his attention to Flurry. "Of course, Princess."
Flurry giggled at the nickname, giving his arm a playful squeeze before leading him away. He could feel Comet’s glare burning into the back of his head, but right now, he didn’t care.
As they strolled through the hallway, Flurry glanced up at him. "You okay? I saw you talking with Comet."
John sighed. "He's just trying to get under my skin. I’m not gonna let him win."
Flurry gave him an approving nod before nudging him with her shoulder. "I like that about you. You’re strong, even when things get tough. It’s... attractive."
John raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Am I winning you over, Princess?"
Flurry giggled, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Maaaybe."
John chuckled, enjoying the playful back-and-forth. "Well, let me know when I do. I’ll take you on a proper date."
She hummed in thought. "What if I told you you're already close?"
John smirked. "Then I guess I'll have to step up my game."
Flurry leaned against him slightly as they walked, a content smile on her face. "I wouldn’t mind that."
John felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the school’s temperature. For the first time all day, he didn’t think about Comet or the confrontation. Instead, all he could focus on was the beautiful alicorn beside him and the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at him.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, John gathered his things and made his way toward the train station. The walk was peaceful, and the cool evening air helped to clear his mind. He arrived just as the train pulled in, stepped aboard, and found a seat near the window.
Just as he settled in, Flurry Heart slipped into the seat beside him, smiling. "Mind if I join you?"
John grinned. "Not at all."
The train began to move, the rhythmic clatter of the tracks filling the space between them. Flurry rested her head on John's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "Today was... eventful."
John chuckled. "Yeah, you could say that. But at least it ended on a good note."
She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment. "Thanks for being there, John."
He looked down at her, feeling that warmth again. "Anytime, Flurry."
The train continued its journey, carrying them home as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Chapter 2
The cafeteria buzzed with the usual midday chatter, trays clattering, and laughter bouncing off the walls. The aroma of hayburgers, fruit salads, and whatever mystery dish the lunch staff had concocted today filled the air. John sat at his usual spot with his friends, casually picking at his sandwich while listening to the latest gossip.
"Dude, did you hear about Starry Glimmer?" Button Mash leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Apparently, she got caught trying to enchant her test answers in Mrs. Lincoln’s class."
Scootaloo snorted. "I swear, some ponies think magic is the answer to everything. How’d she even get caught?"
"Mrs. Lincoln’s got those anti-cheating wards, remember?" Pound Cake chimed in. "She must’ve tripped it. That’s like, the third unicorn this year."
John chuckled, shaking his head. "I’ll give her credit for effort, but seriously? She should’ve just studied. Mrs. Lincoln’s tests aren’t even that hard."
Starburst leaned her chin on her hoof. "Easy for you to say, Mr. 34 ACT score. Some of us actually have to try."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," John waved her off, taking a bite of his food. "What about you, Flurry? What’s the latest princess drama?"
Flurry Heart, who had been stirring her drink absentmindedly, looked up with a small smirk. "Oh, nothing too crazy. Just another noble whining about my ‘lack of royal poise.’ Mom nearly laughed them out of the room."
John snorted. "Let me guess—Blueblood’s relatives?"
"Bingo," she giggled. "They keep expecting me to act like some delicate flower. Pretty sure they’d have a heart attack if they saw me scarfing down hayburgers like this."
Cotton Candy gasped dramatically. "Princess Flurry Heart? Eating common food? The scandal!"
The table burst into laughter, and for a moment, everything felt lighthearted and normal.
Until Comet Whistle strolled by.
John could feel the shift in the air before he even looked up. The background chatter seemed to dull slightly as the unicorn jock sauntered past their table, flanked by his usual lackeys. His smug expression barely concealed the contempt in his eyes as he glanced at Flurry.
"Hey babe—" he started, but Flurry didn’t even acknowledge him.
Comet’s face twitched before his gaze flicked to John. "Still hanging around with these losers, huh? Thought you would’ve come to your senses by now."
John set his drink down, exhaling through his nose. "And I thought you'd be busy finding a new mare to mooch off of, but here you are, wasting your time on us."
The table collectively tensed. Flurry shifted uncomfortably but held her ground. Comet let out a humorless chuckle. "Real funny, ape."
John's jaw clenched, but before he could respond, Starburst cut in. "Wow, Comet, you’re still at this? I figured you'd have something better to do, like, I don’t know... hockey practice?"
"Or maybe retaking remedial magic class?" Pound Cake added.
A few snickers broke out around them, and Comet's expression darkened. He took a step closer, but before he could say anything else, a voice rang out across the cafeteria.
"Comet!" Principal Harshwhinny’s sharp tone cut through the tension like a blade. "If you have time to antagonize your classmates, I assume that means you're done with your lunch and can escort yourself to my office?"
Comet tensed before scoffing. "Tch. Whatever. This place is lame anyway."
Harshwhinny cast a glare at John before trotting away as well.
He turned and strode away, his lackeys trailing behind. John let out a breath, shaking his head. "That guy never quits."
Flurry sighed. "He’s not going to let this go."
John met her gaze and offered a reassuring smile. "Let him be bitter. We’ve got better things to focus on."
She smiled back, the tension easing slightly. The conversation shifted to lighter topics again, but John couldn’t shake the feeling that Comet was far from done stirring trouble.
Equestrian Literature was in full swing, the teacher’s voice droning on about ancient texts and their significance in modern society. John sat in his usual seat, but his mind was elsewhere. The encounter with Comet still lingered, and he found it hard to focus.
To his right, Starburst noticed his distant expression. She leaned over slightly and whispered, "Hey, you okay?"
John blinked, shaking himself from his thoughts. "Yeah, just... distracted."
Starburst reached over and placed a hoof on John's hand. "Comet?"
John nodded. Starburst said, "It's gonna be okay, John. We're all here for you."
John gently squeezed Starburst's hoof before looking at her and smiling. "That means a lot, thank you."
Before Starburst could respond, the teacher’s sharp voice cut through the classroom. "Mr. John, can you tell us the primary theme of this passage?"
John quickly glanced at the text in front of him, his mind kicking into gear. "Perseverance in the face of adversity," he answered confidently.
The teacher nodded in approval. "Correct. Pay attention, please."
John exhaled slightly and turned back toward Starburst. As their eyes met, he gave her a quick wink. She blinked in surprise before a soft blush spread across her cheeks, and a small smile crept onto her lips.
Feeling a bit lighter, John finally refocused on the lesson, the weight of the earlier confrontation lessening just a little.
The teacher cleared her throat and picked up a stack of papers from her desk. "Now, class, listen up. We have an upcoming project that will count for a significant portion of your grade. You will be working in pairs, researching and analyzing a piece of Equestrian literature from the provided list. The project will include both a written report and a presentation."
A quiet murmur spread across the room as students began to glance at one another, already considering their potential partners.
"Choose your partners wisely," the teacher continued. "This project will require collaboration and effort from both of you. I expect a thorough analysis and a well-prepared presentation." She paused, then added, "You have until the end of the day to submit your pairings. If you don’t choose, I will assign a partner for you."
John turned to Starburst, already knowing who he wanted to work with. "Guess we’re partnering up?"
She smirked. "Of course. You think I'd let you work with anyone else?"
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. As students filed out of Equestrian Literature class, John and Starburst lingered behind, waiting for the crowd to clear. The task of selecting a piece of literature for their project loomed over them, but there was something comforting about the idea of working together.
"So," John began, leaning against a desk and crossing his arms, "we need to pick something for the project. What are you feeling?"
Starburst stretched, her wings flicking out briefly before folding back against her sides. "I was thinking we could do something a little different—maybe something modern. You know, like The Magic of Friendship by Princess Twilight Sparkle?" She raised an eyebrow, as though daring him to disagree.
John smiled at her enthusiasm. "I can see that working. But are you sure we want to do something that's been analyzed to death?"
Starburst's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Fine, what do you suggest, Mr. Literature Expert?"
John chuckled, leaning closer to her. "What about The Trials of the Stars? It’s this old epic about a group of heroes who have to overcome different challenges to save their world. It’s got a lot of themes about sacrifice, loyalty, and... well, friendship."
Starburst tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I like the sound of that. And it’s a bit underappreciated, so we won’t be running into the same boring analysis everyone else will."
"Exactly," John said, nodding in agreement. "Plus, it’ll be fun working through all the layers together. Lots to dig into." He paused, then grinned. "I mean, you’re pretty good at these things, so I’m sure you’ll come up with something brilliant."
Starburst rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her pleased smile. "Thanks, John. You’re not so bad yourself. Alright, The Trials of the Stars it is."
They gathered their things and walked out of the classroom together, but John felt a flutter in his chest as they fell into step side by side. The whole day had felt... different. Lighter, in a way. They’d always been close, but this—this felt like something else.
The next day, the library became their project headquarters. John and Starburst claimed a quiet table in the corner, where they spread out their notes, books, and a few scrolls. John was already flipping through a thick tome on the ancient text, scanning for key passages.
Starburst, however, seemed distracted. She was flipping through a notebook, but her eyes kept darting to John, catching his focused expression. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
"You know," she said, breaking the silence, "you look really... intense when you study."
John glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "I do? I guess I get into the zone sometimes."
"Yeah, I can tell." She leaned back in her chair, her hooves resting on the table as she stretched her wings slightly. "It’s kind of cute."
John froze for a moment, the sudden compliment catching him off guard. His heart skipped a beat, and he tried to play it cool. "Cute? Well, I’m glad I have my charm."
Starburst’s cheeks tinged pink, and she quickly busied herself with rearranging her notes. "I didn't mean it like that," she muttered, though her grin betrayed her embarrassment.
John chuckled softly. "I know what you meant." He cleared his throat, trying to focus. "Alright, let’s get back to this. We need to figure out the core themes before we can start drafting the outline."
They spent the next hour diving into the layers of the story. John did most of the reading, while Starburst took notes, occasionally adding her own insights. As they worked, they found a rhythm—one that was surprisingly natural. It felt like they were on the same wavelength, finishing each other’s thoughts, their minds in sync as the project came together.
At one point, Starburst leaned a little closer to John, pointing at a passage in the book. Their shoulders brushed, and John felt a jolt of electricity run through him. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across his chest.
"That’s a good point," he said, his voice a little rougher than he intended. "We can definitely build the analysis around that idea of sacrifice, especially in relation to the characters’ growth."
Starburst nodded, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, caught in the quiet. Her eyes softened, and the air between them seemed to shift. John felt a flutter in his stomach—was it possible she felt it too?
"Hey, John?" Starburst's voice broke the silence, and her expression was more serious now. "I... um, I really enjoy working with you on this. You make it fun."
John’s heart skipped. He smiled, his gaze meeting hers. "Same here, Starburst. It’s nice... just being with you like this."
She looked down at her notes for a moment, her cheeks turning a shade of pink again, but she didn’t look away. The warmth between them was undeniable, and John couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of something more.
As the days passed, John and Starburst’s project became more than just schoolwork. Late-night study sessions in the library, quiet moments in the corner of the cafeteria, and shared laughter over an offhand joke all built something unspoken between them.
One evening, as the library began to empty, they were still working—this time, preparing their presentation. John glanced at the clock, noticing how late it had gotten.
"We should probably head home," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.
Starburst stretched and yawned. "Yeah, probably. But I’m having too much fun. Maybe we could... finish it tomorrow?"
John’s eyes softened as he watched her. "Yeah. We can finish it tomorrow."
Starburst met his gaze, her expression earnest. "Thanks for being patient with me, John. You’re a really good friend."
John’s heart swelled at her words. "I’d do anything for you, Starburst. You know that, right?"
She smiled, her eyes shining with something deeper. "I know."
The following afternoon, the two of them met in the library once again, but this time, there was a noticeable shift in the air. The space between them felt charged, as though the boundaries of their friendship were slowly giving way to something more.
John arrived a little earlier than usual, setting up their work area with the materials they’d gathered. As he flipped through their notes, he couldn’t help but think about the way Starburst’s smile lingered in his mind. He’d never considered her in that light before—not like this—but now, everything felt different. Her wit, her intelligence, her warmth... it was all drawing him in.
Starburst arrived shortly after, her wings slightly fluffed as she walked up to the table. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Hey, you’re early," she said with a teasing grin, her voice carrying that playful tone that always made John’s heart skip. "Getting a head start without me?"
"Just trying to keep up with you," John replied with a grin, trying to keep his voice casual. "You’ve been killing it with the notes. Thought I should at least try to match your pace."
She chuckled and set down her bag, her eyes meeting his. "You know, you're not so bad at this whole ‘teamwork’ thing. I’m impressed."
He felt a flush creep up his neck at the compliment. "Thanks. I think you’re pretty amazing yourself."
There was a brief pause as they locked eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside the library faded away. Starburst’s cheeks turned pink again, and she quickly looked down at the project, as though trying to regain her focus. John took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.
"Alright," Starburst said, her voice steady now. "Let’s finish this outline so we can focus on the presentation."
They dove back into the project, their energy flowing seamlessly. The conversation between them shifted from the work itself to personal anecdotes, their laughter punctuating the quiet moments. John found himself enjoying these late nights more and more, but there was an undeniable tension building between them—one that neither of them seemed ready to address.
As they worked on refining their presentation, John leaned over to point at a section of the outline. His shoulder brushed against Starburst’s, and they both froze for a brief second before she pulled away slightly, but not enough to create any distance. They exchanged a quick glance, their hearts both racing.
"You alright?" John asked, his voice softer than usual.
Starburst looked up at him, her eyes wide for a moment before she smiled softly. "Yeah, I’m good. Just... caught up in the work."
John nodded, but the unspoken connection between them was impossible to ignore now. Every time their hands or hooves brushed, there was a small spark, an electric current that sent his heart into overdrive.
After another hour of working together, Starburst stretched her wings, letting out a sigh of contentment. "I think we’re almost done. Just need to practice the presentation part."
John nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than usual. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but something in the air between them was building, and he didn’t want to ignore it anymore.
"Hey, Starburst," he began, his voice a little hesitant, "I’ve been thinking... about us."
Her expression softened, and she tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "What about us?"
"I don’t know," he said, his words coming out in a rush. "We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and... I don’t know if it’s just me, but it feels different now. Like... like there’s something more here."
Starburst’s heart seemed to stop for a moment. She took a breath and looked at him, really looked at him—eyes wide and searching. Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. "I feel it too."
John’s breath hitched in his throat, and before he could say anything else, Starburst leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Her hoof gently touched his hand, and the simple gesture made his pulse race.
"You’re not just a friend to me, John," she said softly. "You never have been."
John’s heart was pounding now, his mind spinning with the sudden realization of what she was saying. Before he could respond, Starburst leaned in even closer, her warm breath ghosting over his skin.
Without thinking, John reached for her, his fingers gently brushing the side of her face, guiding her closer until their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss.
The world seemed to pause around them, the only sound the steady rhythm of their hearts. It was slow at first, unsure, but then it deepened as they both leaned into the moment, the kiss becoming more meaningful, more urgent.
When they finally pulled apart, neither of them knew what to say. But the air between them was electric, charged with a new understanding, a new bond that felt right in a way nothing else ever had.
Starburst smiled, a soft blush still coloring her cheeks. "So... I guess we’re more than just project partners now?"
John laughed softly, his eyes gleaming. "I think so."
They both turned their attention back to their project, but now, everything felt different. The work they were doing seemed secondary to the bond they’d just shared. Their smiles were softer, the silences more comfortable, and as the night wore on, John couldn’t help but feel like they were on the brink of something new and exciting.
John and Starburst were deep in discussion about their project, surrounded by notes and books, when Flurry Heart entered the library. Her eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on John and Starburst sitting together, a flicker of something crossed her face.
Starburst was laughing at something John had said, her hoof brushing his hand as she gestured excitedly about their project. The moment was warm, natural, and easy—exactly the kind of moment that made Flurry’s chest tighten.
She walked over to their table, forcing a smile as she approached. "Hey, you two. How’s the project coming along?"
John looked up and smiled warmly. "Hey, Flurry. We’re almost done—just finalizing everything. What about you?"
Flurry's smile tightened slightly. "Oh, you know. Just handling princess stuff. Lots of boring meetings." She glanced at Starburst, who was still looking at John, completely oblivious to Flurry’s growing discomfort. "Must be nice, having some fun while working on school projects."
Starburst, who hadn’t caught the subtle edge in Flurry’s tone, grinned. "Yeah, it’s been a lot of fun. Working with John has been awesome."
Flurry nodded stiffly, her eyes flicking back to John for a second before she said, "Well, I’m sure you two make a great team."
John didn’t notice the tension in Flurry’s voice, but Starburst caught it. She raised an eyebrow, but Flurry quickly turned and walked off, leaving a faint feeling of unease in the air.
The days flew by as John and Starburst continued to work on their project. The more time they spent together, the more they learned about each other—both as partners in the project and as something more. But just as they were beginning to settle into their new dynamic, things took an unexpected turn.
The first twist came just as they were putting the finishing touches on their presentation. Starburst was running through her section of the speech while John was preparing the slides.
"Okay, so after we discuss the character arcs, we’ll highlight the main themes, and—" Starburst stopped mid-sentence, her eyes scanning the pages in front of her. She blinked and furrowed her brow. "Wait... where’s the final chapter summary?"
John, who had been focusing on the slides, looked up. "What do you mean? We went over that last night."
Starburst flipped through her notes quickly, then her eyes widened in disbelief. "It’s not here. The summary’s missing! And the references we made to it in the presentation are gone too."
John immediately jumped into action, going through their materials and trying to piece together what had happened. He was certain they’d covered everything, but somehow the section had disappeared. "This doesn’t make any sense. I swear we finished everything last night."
Starburst, though visibly frustrated, took a deep breath. "Okay, let’s think. Maybe we just missed it while organizing everything. Let’s retrace our steps."
As they dug through their notes and references, it quickly became clear that the problem wasn’t just a simple oversight. The missing section wasn’t something they’d forgotten—it had been erased.
A sense of dread settled in John’s stomach. "You don’t think someone tampered with it, do you?"
Starburst frowned, her wings twitching with agitation. "It’s possible. But who would—wait." Her eyes narrowed as realization dawned on her. "Comet Whistle."
John’s jaw clenched at the mention of his rival’s name. "What do you mean?"
"I’ve seen him lurking around the library before," Starburst explained. "I wouldn’t put it past him to mess with our project. He’s been trying to get under your skin for weeks, and now he has the perfect chance."
John’s mind raced. If Comet had sabotaged their project, it wasn’t just a matter of losing points—it could jeopardize everything they’d worked for. He didn’t want to involve anyone else just yet, though. He didn’t want to give Comet the satisfaction of thinking he’d won.
"We can fix this," John said, determination creeping into his voice. "We’ve still got time, right? Let’s rewrite the summary and make sure our presentation is airtight."
Starburst nodded, though she didn’t look entirely convinced. "It’s not going to be easy, but we’ll get it done. We just need to stay focused."
As they worked late into the night, rewriting sections and tweaking their presentation, the tension between them was palpable. They both pushed through the frustration of the missing work, but it wasn’t long before a second twist hit them.
It was the day before their presentation, and John and Starburst were sitting together in the cafeteria, sharing a quiet meal. They had been talking about their upcoming presentation, their voices low and intimate. John looked at her, offering a soft smile as she explained a point about their project.
Flurry Heart entered the cafeteria, her eyes scanning the room as usual. She spotted John and Starburst sitting close together, their heads bent as they whispered and laughed. Something in her chest tightened, but she quickly masked it with a neutral expression.
She made her way over to their table, sitting across from them with a forced smile. "Hey, you two. Got your speech all ready for tomorrow?"
John looked up, smiling brightly. "Yeah, we’re all set. It’s gonna be great."
Starburst, ever cheerful, added, "We’ve got it down to a science!"
Flurry didn’t miss the way they exchanged a look, a small smile shared between them that made her stomach turn. "That’s great. Really great." She paused, then added a little too quickly, "You guys seem... close. I mean, I’m glad you’re working so well together."
Starburst raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, sensing something was off. John, however, didn’t catch it. "Yeah, we’ve really clicked on this one," he said with a grin, not noticing the subtle shift in Flurry’s demeanor.
Flurry tried to hide her irritation behind a grin. "Well, good luck with your project. I’ll be rooting for you."
The next day, as they were rehearsing their presentation in the classroom, the teacher walked in with a stack of papers.
"Alright, class," Mrs. Pine said, her tone clipped. "I just received the initial grades for your projects. It seems there was a little confusion with the submission process." She scanned the room, her eyes landing on John and Starburst. "Mr. John, Miss Starburst... I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to redo your project. It appears that something went wrong during your submission. I couldn’t find your final draft anywhere in the system."
Starburst’s heart sank. "What? No, we handed it in. We even double-checked the system!"
John’s hands clenched into fists. He could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him. It was one thing for their work to be sabotaged—it was another to have it erased entirely.
"I’m sorry," Mrs. Pine said, looking apologetic but firm. "But the system is showing no final submission from your pair. You’ll have to redo everything if you want to keep your grade."
John exchanged a glance with Starburst, and for a moment, they both just stared at each other in disbelief. But then something shifted. Starburst’s shoulders relaxed, and she let out a deep breath.
"We’ll fix it," she said, her voice steady. "We’ll redo it and make it even better than before."
John’s heart swelled at her resolve. "Yeah, we’ll make sure it’s perfect this time."
As they began to work on the project again, the pressure only mounted. The sabotage had set them back, but it also solidified something between them—a resolve to face whatever came their way, together. Every late-night study session and every challenge they faced brought them closer. The connection they shared deepened with each obstacle they overcame.
Then, just as they were putting the final touches on their presentation, they received a third surprise: the presentation date had been moved up a day, leaving them with barely enough time to rehearse.
"Are you serious?" John exclaimed, glancing at the new schedule. "They moved it up? That’s insane."
Starburst, though exhausted, simply smiled at him. "I guess we’ll just have to be even more amazing, then. You ready for this?"
John met her gaze, the familiar warmth between them radiating in the space they shared. "Always."
The day of the presentation was finally here, and John and Starburst stood in front of the class, ready to present their hard work. The atmosphere was tense as they ran through their slides, each one more polished than the last.
Flurry sat in the front row, her eyes flicking between John and Starburst as they spoke. She couldn’t help but notice the way their voices flowed together, the way John would glance at Starburst whenever she made a point, and how she would smile back at him. It made her heart twist.
Flurry’s attention was divided between their presentation and her own thoughts. Every time Starburst spoke with that warm, confident tone, Flurry felt the sting of jealousy creeping up her spine. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was clear now—she wasn’t just a friend to John. There was something more between them. And it made her feel like an outsider in a place she used to feel so comfortable.
As the presentation ended, the class applauded. Flurry forced herself to clap along with the others, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She caught John’s gaze as he turned toward the class, and for a brief moment, she saw the way he looked at Starburst—not just as a friend, but as something... more.
John and Starburst were sitting at their usual table in the library, their books spread out in front of them as they reviewed their grades. The project on The Trials of the Stars had been a success—after a rocky start, they had pulled through. Still, there was something lingering in the air. It wasn’t just the relief from completing the project, but the subtle distance between Flurry and the rest of their group.
John had noticed it more and more. Flurry had been distant, making sharp remarks here and there, and her smiles had become few and far between. The final straw had come that morning, when she barely spoke to either of them in the cafeteria.
Starburst was the first to break the silence. "John, something’s been bothering me lately," she said, her voice hesitant. "I can’t shake the feeling that Flurry... she’s been avoiding us. I don’t get it."
John glanced up from his notes, his brow furrowed. "I don’t know. She’s been weird for a while now. But I figured it was just... stress, you know?"
Starburst shook her head. "It’s more than that. Ever since the project, it’s like she’s... not herself. And I can’t stop thinking about the way she acted the other day when we were presenting. She seemed so... upset."
Just then, the door to the library opened, and Flurry Heart walked in. Her gaze swept over the room, and when she spotted John and Starburst, she hesitated. For a brief moment, her eyes flicked to their table, then back to the door. She stood there, her wings slightly ruffled, as if debating whether to approach or leave.
John was about to wave her over when Starburst placed a gentle hoof on his arm. "Don’t," she said softly. "I think we need to confront this."
John nodded, looking uncertain but trusting Starburst’s judgment.
Flurry finally made her way over, her footsteps light but hesitant. She smiled awkwardly, but the tension in her eyes was impossible to ignore. "Hey... I was just wondering how the grades turned out for the project. You two must’ve done great, huh?"
John smiled, but there was a flicker of suspicion in his voice. "Yeah, we did pretty well. I’m surprised how well it turned out, considering everything that happened." He didn’t look at her directly, instead keeping his focus on his notes.
Flurry flinched imperceptibly, but quickly recovered. "Oh yeah, that whole mess," she said, her voice far too casual. "I heard you guys had some trouble with the final submission. That’s a shame."
Starburst looked up at her, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeah, about that... We’re still trying to figure out how our final draft got erased. Do you know anything about that?"
Flurry’s eyes widened for just a moment before she looked away, a forced laugh escaping her lips. "I have no idea. Must’ve just been some glitch or something." Her voice was tight, and it didn’t quite match her forced smile.
Starburst leaned forward, her gaze sharp. "Flurry, we know something happened. We’ve been thinking about it, and I’m not sure it was just a ‘glitch.’"
John turned to look at Starburst, sensing the change in the air, but Flurry was already shifting uncomfortably, her gaze flickering toward the door.
"Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about," Flurry said, her voice growing a little strained. "You’ve got the grade, right? You passed. What does it matter now?"
Starburst’s voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension in it. "It matters because we’ve been friends for a long time, Flurry. And we’re starting to think that... maybe you were the one who messed with our project."
Flurry froze, her wings twitching in alarm. For a long moment, the three of them simply stared at each other. John’s mind raced, his heart pounding as the realization started to sink in. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but now, the pieces were falling into place. The sabotage, the strange behavior, the jealousy...
Flurry swallowed, her throat dry. "I didn’t—" She cut herself off, looking guilty but not apologetic. "I did it, okay? I made sure your final draft got erased." Her voice was quiet, and there was a flash of vulnerability in her eyes. "I didn’t want to see you two get so close. It... it hurt, watching you both together. I thought I could stop it. I thought if I messed with your project, I could make you focus on something else. On me."
John’s heart ached as the weight of her words sank in. He’d never imagined Flurry would go this far. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "Flurry... why didn’t you just talk to me about it? Why go to such extremes?"
Flurry’s gaze dropped to the floor, and for a moment, she didn’t speak. Then she muttered, "I didn’t know how. I’ve always been around you, John. But I never thought... I never thought it would be like this." She looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and something darker. "I didn’t want to lose you."
Starburst sat back, her expression a mixture of disbelief and hurt. "Flurry, we’re your friends. We’re always here for you. If you wanted to talk, we would’ve listened. But you can’t just tear other people down because of how you’re feeling."
Flurry’s eyes welled with unshed tears, but she didn’t let them fall. "I know," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I messed up. And I don’t expect you to forgive me. But... I had to say it. I’ve been so jealous, John. I didn’t know how to stop it."
There was a heavy silence between them, the weight of Flurry’s confession hanging in the air. John glanced at Starburst, who was watching Flurry with a pained expression. Finally, John spoke, his voice steady but full of emotion. "Flurry, we’re still your friends. But trust is important. And right now, it’s gonna take time to rebuild that."
Flurry nodded, wiping her eyes quickly. "I know. I understand. I just... I didn’t want to lose you."
Starburst took a deep breath, her voice softer now. "It’s going to take time, Flurry. But we can work through this. We’re not giving up on you, but you need to show us that you’re willing to make things right."
Flurry nodded again, her expression full of regret but also determination. "I will. I promise."
As Flurry walked away, John and Starburst exchanged a look. The weight of the moment hung between them, but there was also a sense of relief. The truth was out, and though it had been a painful revelation, they could now move forward.
John turned to Starburst, his voice quiet. "I never thought it would be her."
