End of The Rainbow

Chapters

CH1: My Professor Doesn’t Have a Name
CH2: "It's A Cockatrice!"
CH3: Surprise Visit
CH4: Music, is more Than Meets the Ear
CH5: Double Date
CH6: ‘Hidden’ Platforms, ‘Hidden’ Feelings
CH7: “Let’s Agree… To Disagree.”
CH8: "HAREM FIC FTW!"
CH9: Early Morning Theatrics
CH10: Welcome to MHS A.K.A THE WORST CHAPTER EVER

CH1: My Professor Doesn’t Have a Name

Chapter 1: My Professor Doesn’t Have a Name

It was a nice day in Manhattan, with only a few clouds hanging in the sky. The sun was shining brightly and you see children playing in the wide, open fields that graced the country side. Birds are flying through the air, navigating their way through the air. A few land on the tree above you, and began to sing their beautiful song. You’ve always wondered what it’s like to fly, considering you’ve never experienced riding a plane before, the whole concept is a mystery to you. You sighed and went back to sleep under the mighty tree and began to dream.

You woke up in cold sweat, it's light out, which means you have to get out of bed. The smell of waffles cuts your train of thought. You shrug off your dream and make your way downstairs. You were greeted by an onslaught of insults coming from your “good” friend, Steven. You smile as you see the food, and at the same time, your stomach rumbles.
“Looks like somebody’s hungry!” Steven apparently heard your stomach.
“No, Steve. Somebody’s full.”

“BREAKFAST IS READY!” The maid yelled.

“Well let’s go get something to eat.” You say to Steven, who is busy reading. You sigh as you got off and dragged him towards the kitchen.

"The book can wait." You says while he just grumbles, allowing himself to be dragged.
Stevenson Wingblade. That guy is a nerd, just like you, only smarter. He isn't your stereotypical nerd who afraid human contact and is socially awkward, he is practically not afraid of anything. Well, almost everything. His biggest fear is the unknown. That’s why he searches for knowledge everywhere; newspapers, internet, even that wrapping that is made of magazines and shit. But at least he’s sociable. And you were also a little bit jealous of his name.

“You gonna eat that?” Steven said, nudging you, causing you to snap back to reality.
“Yes, fat ass. Please don’t eat me.”
“Okay!” He grinned, almost reaching up to his eyes.
‘Creepy…’ You thought.

“Everyone ready for school?” Steven said.

“We haven’t even showered.” You replied.

Steven went back to his own room to take a shower; at least, that’s what you assumed.

You looked back at the building that houses your rooms, a 6-story apartment complex complete with the household necessities that an ordinary house could look up to. You could actually compare it with a 3-star hotel if it wasn’t for the occasional drunkard, or the dust that accumulates on the steps. The rent for the rooms is particularly expensive, but since your dad helped you out when he was still alive, the pay was reduced significantly.

You turn back to where you are headed, the school.

“Dude, what would you imagine our school would look like?” Steven caught up with you.

“Hot girls.” You remarked which earned a chuckle from Steven.

“I hope.” He mumbled.

“Fact: The school actually has a strict ‘no- bullying’ rule so no one could threaten us for being socially awkward.” You say, your inner nerd coming out of its metaphorical cage.

“Good…good…” You heard Steven mumble as you continue your journey in silence.

You reach the school gates and you astonished, to say the least. The school was large, really large. The guard notices you and greets you with a smile. He opens the gate and says, “Have a good day!”

“I sure hope so.” You mumble under your breath. You check your watch, 8:00 am. ‘Just on time.’ You thought.

“Well, we’ll be off to our classes, see ya later!” Steven bids you good bye and began walking to his first class. Alice does the same.

You arrive at your room, and you were a bit surprised that the professor hadn’t arrived yet. Once you step inside the room, the students stop whatever they were doing, and stares at you. You feel the weight of a thousand stares on you, boring through your very soul. They just still there, staring at you… judging you…

You continued walking your personally selected seat. Once at your chair, you examined your surroundings carefully. It was a typical classroom, a whiteboard in front, a few “motivational” quotes painted at the white walls, and four windows at the right side of the room. The student in front of you has his nose buried in books. He wears thick nerd glasses and has freckles. You imagined he has braced teeth. He wears what you think is the school uniform, which was weird considering you weren’t necessarily forced to wear your uniform. “Any type of clothing would do, as long you don’t look like a whore.” Said the principal at the note. You chuckled silently. The girl on your left side wears a bright blue hoodie, probably cyan and denim pants. The thing you almost immediately noticed about this girl is her rainbow hair.
“Hey.” You blurted out, accidentally.

“Oh? Hey!” She speaks in a rash tomboyish but oddly calming tone of voice. “Watcha doin’? Wait… Have we met?” She says.

“Well, uh…actually no. I was about to ask you the same thing, considering how you talked to me.”
“I wasn’t really paying attention to you, so… yeah, sorry.” She chuckles nervously and tries to avert eye contact.

“Well, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Well, I’m Rainbow Dash. Nice to meet you. Your name is?”

“Pretty awesome name, I must say. It really suits you well. Well, my name is-.” You were cut off by the professor entering the room. He looks like he is in his early thirties and seems rather strict, judging on how the students immediately stopped and remained quiet. He sits on the teacher’s table and you can see his cold, amber-colored eyes scanning every inch and every corner of the room. He wears polo complete with a red tie. He has a golden wristwatch on his left hand, which you assumed that he is left-handed.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat audibly. His voice is flat, but deep in the same time. You can imagine him speaking in a cave but when he speaks there are no resulting echoes. You stiffen in your seat as his eyes glaze over and past you. After somewhat three minutes of tense silence, he finally speaks again.

“I believe we have five new students here. As for you to get better acquainted with each other, I suggest that you introduce yourself, here, in the front. We will start from the front, left side.” The girl who sits in the front row stands up and nervously walks up to the front. She wears the school uniform, but oddly suits her well, unlike the guy in front of you. She has a purple trim on the left side of her uniform, which you believe was custom made, considering she has dark purple going lighter at the middle. In the dead center was a bright pink accent. She wears reading glasses and has an overall small stature. She smiles shyly at the professor (which clearly hadn’t told his name yet. Isn’t the professor is the first one to introduce his name?). The professor nods, silently telling her to get it over with.

“Uhh, hi.” She starts nervously. ‘She has a cute voice.’

You thought. “My name is Twilight Sparkle, and uhh I’m from Canterlot, but me and my family soon moved into Ponyville. I decided to move on my own here in Manehattan to study in this school. And uhh, my hobby is well, reading books, I guess.” ‘We’ll get along quite nicely, Twilight Sparkle.’

She shyly walks back to her chair and the guy next to her stands up and walks towards the front.

“Hey guys!” At this point you began to judge this man. He wears casual back attire with cargo pants. His haircut is like the ones that soldiers have, but his has a slight edgy look to it. Also his hair is white with hints of cyan in them. “Name’s Thunderlane.” A series of murmurs rise in the crowd. “Yeah, I know. Pretty weird name, huh? Well that’s another story. I was born in Cloudsdale and uhh, I like athletics and stuff like basketball. Well, uhh, that’s all!” ‘Thunderlane’ has an air of friendliness around him. You feel that you’ll get along nicely in the future. He nods at the professor and went on his way.
A couple of students past, and now it was Rainbow’s turn. She walks up to the front, tripping on a chair on the way. Once she has reached the front, she clears her throat.

“Uhh, hey guys! My name is Rainbow D. Kristofesson, and I’m from Cloudsdale, but we soon moved to Ponyville a couple of years after.” You almost choke on this. ‘Ponyville? I lived there as a kid. What other secrets do you have, Rainbow Dash?’ You thought. “My hobbies are sports like long jump, 50-meter dash, just about anything that involves running.” She said grinning.

“How about tag?” Someone shouts, which made the whole class laugh, including Prof. No Name, although his was more like a chuckle. You look at Dash and see that her head was hung low, probably hiding her blush. She walks towards her seat and seats down, head hung low. It takes a while for you to realize that it was your turn. Once you noticed, you snap up and began walking towards the front.

‘Man, this more frightening than I thought it would be.’ You thought.

“Uhh, hi guys.” You say sheepishly. You tell them your name and where you are from. Explaining that you were from Fillydelphia, and your hobbies were reading, cooking, and playing video games and all that stuff. When you finished, you walked in the same aisle to your chair. You see Rainbow snickering at you, and Peter, who was behind her all this time, is laughing with her.

“Alright Dash, what is it this time?” You ask.

“Cooking? Really? It thought that was only for girls!” Dash said.

‘Sexist.’ You mumble. “You’re just jealous because you don’t even know how to cook!” You insulted back. You see her eyebrow furrow and shoulders tense up. ‘Good job me. Right on the weak spot.’ You mentally congratulate yourself.

“Like I care! I don’t even need that stuff.” She replied back.

“We’ll see about that.”
“Ahem. If you two lovebirds are going to keep quarrelling, I suggest you to go outside.” The professor says. You quiet down and you see Dash’s face looking at you for a split-second, her face red. She then looks down at her feet.

“So, as for today,” The professor starts. “We’ll be discussing about Einstein’s life. So we all know that-“
You began to hear less clearly as darkness began to creep into the edges of your vision. After a while of struggling, you began to doze off.

“Hey.” You hear a feminine voice calling out from a distance. It sounded faded and distorted.

“Hey!” There goes the voice again, only this time, clearer and more distinct. Once you realize who the owner of the voice is, a loud crack of lightning hits you and you snapped back into reality.

“Wake up, idiot. Lunch time.” You see Rainbow’s face inches from yours. Her magenta eyes looking at your very soul.
“Holy shit Rainbow!” You almost fell from the chair from backing away from her. “You scareh.”

“What’s your problem sleepyhead? It’s just me.” She says as you try to hide your face from her by setting it on the desk.

“So, are you getting lunch, or just wanna sleep until the next class comes in?” She asks, more like a statement than a question by the way she says it.

“Oh yeah, lunch.” You mumble under your breath.

“Man, the cafeteria is way larger than I thought it is.” You say.

“Pretty amazing, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mon, let’s get something to eat.” She says, offering her hand. You gladly take it, but immediately regret it as she began dragging you forcefully through crowds of students.

“Hey Dash. Can I just sit while you take the orders?” You managed to say.

“Yeah sure.” She lets go of you and you try finding a vacant table for the two of you.

You found one the far left side of the cafeteria. You hurried to the table and claimed it as your own. As you sit down, you began to think about the previous events that happened.

‘Well let’s see, we got a professor with no apparent name, a girl with rainbow hair named, ‘Rainbow Dash’, and a cute, shy nerd that lives in the same state as you.’ You sigh as you finished your mental checklist and as Rainbow appears around the corner.

“Hey!” You wave to her, beckoning for her to come over.

“Hey! How’s it goin’?” She asks.

“Dash, we’ve only been separated for only like 5 minutes.”

“Oh yeah, right.” She mumbles. “So what do you want?”

“I want my hamburger.”

“What?! You didn’t tell me! I only got one hamburger!”

“Well, you got fries there?”

“Uhh, yeah!” She hands you the fries, which you accepted with a smile, causing her to smile too.

“Thanks. For the fries I mean.” You say.

“Yeah that’s nothing.” She said, as she began eating her burger.

“Nice tree.” You spot a large tree over the hill directly beside the school. Since it was lunch break, you are free to wander around the school. You decided to spend more time with Dash under that large tree, which you mentally named ‘The Leviathan’ since it was pretty large for a normal tree. You grabbed Dash’s hand and dragged her to the tree.

“Hey! Uh, wait! Where are you taking me?” She protested.

“This is for dragging me in the cafeteria and almost breaking my arm. But this is also thanks for the fries.”

“Huh? How does that work?” She was confused to say the least.

“See that tree over yonder?” You point to the Leviathan. Her eyes sparkled with recognition and her mouth was shaped like an “o”.

You finally arrived at the large tree, and try to catch your breath. Dash sits down and breaths heavily
.
“So Dash.” You say as you finally caught your breath. “Tell me about the school.”

“Well, I’ll start with the facilities.” You nod and told her to continue. “Well, that there as you probably know, is where all the classes are held, and the one beside it is the cafeteria. That there is the main building where the faculty, the principal and the staff reside. And lastly that big 3-story complex there is the dorms.”

“Wait, you have a dorm? If this is a boarding school, why didn’t they tell us to move into the dorms?”

“School policy states that students have free will to stay at their own home or move into the dorms. There are four dorm buildings in total and that there is Building B.”

“Well, I think I should move into the dorms.”

“Well, okay. That’s you decision, then okay.” Dash says, getting up. “Well, it’s time for my next period.”

You look at your watch, 12:30 pm.

“Well, look at that. It’s time for mine too!”

“Well then, see ya ‘dash’!” She says, winking at you. You blushed profusely and tried to hide it from her. She chuckles. “I saw that big guy!” She says as she runs towards the school. You chase after her, with a big grin plastered on your face.

‘Well, this day’s gonna be great after all!’ You thought.

Author's Note

So, if any mistakes come out of their caves, tell me so I came purge them with fire.

CH2: "It's A Cockatrice!"

Chapter 2: "It's A Cockatrice!"

As you walk through the complex hallways of the class building, you began to notice that you’ve been following Dash for like five minutes or so, and people are beginning to stare.

“Uhh, dude. Would you stop following me? People are beginning to stare.”

“What’s your problem, Dash?”

“My problem is that you’ve been following me for like five minutes or so.”

“I’m headed to my next class, Home Economics.”

“That’s you next period, too?”

“Yeah, wait… Did you say ‘too’? You mean we’re in the same class? AGAIN?”

“Yeah.” She deadpanned.

“This is gonna be-“

“Great? Never knew you quite fond of me, new kid.” She said, to which you almost spat out the water you were drinking.

“Fond? What kind of bullshit is that?” You said, acting like you swallowed poison. ‘Fond is actually an understatement. Wait, what the fuck brain?!’

You smack yourself in the head. Dash turns to face you,

“Well, we’re here.” She sighed.

“Finally. How convenient.”

You entered the room, which was painted a light shade of pink. There were about four stoves with their own sink and an extra table for extra stuff. You see that there are only two persons inside the room, one which you assumed the teacher, and the other one is the student. She had a bright pink hair and an apron with balloons in it. You’ve also noticed that she was constantly smiling, causing you to smile too.

“I know. Pinkie’s smile is contagious, right?” She chuckles.

“Yeah.” You say, earning the teacher’s attention as well as ‘Pinkie’.

“Hello the-“ The teacher starts, but is cut off by Pinkie.

“Hiya, Dashie! How’s it going?” She speaks in an oddly childish tone, which was odd judging by her age which you assumed was fourteen. She then turns toward you and gasps loudly.

“I’ve never seen you before, are you new here?”

“Apparently I am, Pinkie.”

“*gasp* OMIGOSHTHISISSOMUCHFUNYOUANDIAREGOINGTOHAVESOOOOOMUCHFUNONCEWEGETTOKNOWEACHOTHERANDWEGETTOCOOKFOODANDBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH-“ Pinkie started rambling endlessly causing Dash to cover her mouth with her hands, but she just keeps talking.

“Sorry about Pinkie. She gets like this whenever she meets new people, especially here in school. She might look like a nuisance, but she is actually a good friend once you get to know each other.” The teacher says calmly to you.

“Thanks, Miss?”

“Mrs. Cake. Just call me Mrs. Cake.”

“Yeah, thanks Mrs. Cake, I’ll keep that in mind. She seems harmless though, and Rainbow said her smile is contagious, to which I strongly agree.” You say to Mrs. Cake who smiles and nods to you, while you pick out which stove you will use.

“Hey, new kid!” Pinkie calls out. “Wanna use the station with me? I’m a great cook!” She says, beaming. You can’t possibly turn down this cute girl right here, right?

“I… I… *sigh*. Okay Pinkie.” You say to Pinkie. Once she hears your words, her smile got really big that you were worried that her head will be ripped in half any second now.

“C’mon, Scarf!” She says, dragging you to her station.

“Scarf?” You were curious about the nickname she gave you.

“Ya know, Scarf. The one that is tied to your left arm.” She points to a navy blue towel on your left arm.

“Pinkie, this is a towel, not a scarf.”

“It looks like a scarf to me.”

‘Fair enough.” You say, avoiding to make arguments with her. Then as you arrive at your station with Pinkie Pie (you learnt her full name by the rambling she was saying to you), a student walked inside. She wears a Stetson on her head, and a cowboy jacket. She also wears the official MHS (Manehattan High School) underneath the jacket.

“Howdy, y’all!” She says in a thick southern accent.

“HI!” Pinkie practically shouts.

“Hi, Pinkie Pah!” She says, to which Pinkie chortles.

“Hiya, AJ! Long time, no see!”

‘She was blind for a long time.’ You laugh, causing all eyes to look at you. Just as you were about to break down, the door opens, revealing Steven, a student that has a green jacket and a purple t-shirt underneath it, and a girl that has a t-shirt that has candies on it.

“Yo, Steven!” You called out, to which Steven nods to. He approaches you with the other two in tow.

“Sup man, I’d like you to meet Spike and Bon-bon.” Both say hi to you. “So, Spike, Bon-bon, this is,”

“SCARF!” Pinkie calls out.

“Seems like you’ve got a pet name, huh?” Steve teased.

“Shut up, I’ll leave you three so you could threesome in peace.” You smirk, but then quietly mouth ‘No Offence’ to Spike and Bon-bon.

You run up to Pinkie, and then ask her what’s wrong.

“Nothing really, just wanted to know if those three are your friends.”

“Well, Steven there is my friend, but Spike and Bon-bon aren’t yet. I just met them. Do you happen to know them?”

“I know Spike, cause he is the little brother of Twilight, the one with the purple hair?”

“Yeah, we’ve met in Physics class.”

“Did you get to talk with her?” She says, wide-eyed. “It’s pretty hard to talk to Twi if you’re new. She’s socially awkward.”

“Not really, cause I fell asleep in the middle of class.” You deadpanned, which made Pinkie laugh.

“Well, if you actually get to her to talk to you, tell me right away. Here’s my number.” Pinkie states her phone number, while you also state yours. You smile as she began rambling endlessly. Something about her makes you happy. Something… wonderful.

You see AJ walk up to Dash and say something to her, causing her to look at you then look away quickly. ‘I wonder what’s up with her?’ You thought.

You feel something prod your side. You turn and see Pinkie really close to your face.

“Uhh, Pinkie?”

“The class is starting, silly!” She said, grinning.

“But there are only like,” your eyes wander around the room, finding only like five pairs of students. “Ten students inside the room.”

“Mrs. Cake doesn’t care if you’re late or not, as long as you make to her class. Those who are late are given punishments, which consist of making a ‘Triple Blueberry Cupcake’ in under a minute. I tell, you making one is hard. Mrs. Cake said I was the only one to be able to make one under a minute. But I’m really sure somebody out there is better than me.”

You smile, knowing Pinkie is humble. You actually expected her to brag about her achievements in her ramblings, but turns out she does not.

The rest of the class was fun, to say the least, when comparing to the last class you had; Physics. You were exhausted but happy. Good thing Pinkie was your partner, otherwise, the room would have exploded, no kidding.

You wave goodbye to your friends. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dash smiling at you.

‘How uncharacteristic of her.’ You thought. You shrugged it off, thinking it was a trick of light or she was smiling at Pinkie, who suddenly popped up from behind you. She bear-hugged you, causing the blood to rise up to your head and gather there and that is not blushing.

You tap Pinkie lightly as your feel light-headed. You can barely register the touch when you tapped Pinkie.

“Can’t…breathe…me…die…” You groan. Pinkie thankfully released you from her death hug. You regain your vision, but a head splitting headache was felt every time you take a step.

“I think I should probably help him to his next class.” You hear Steven say as you fell at the wall as you took your second step. You felt a pair of hands grab your stomach pulling you up.

“Careful, bro.” Steven said, as he slung your right arm over his shoulder. Then Pinkie went up to you.

“I am really sorry for that. I didn’t know.”

“Its okay, Pinks. There is no way you could have known.” You tried to comfort the girl. Then Pinkie hugged you, this time, gently. She released you and giggled. You chuckled and went on your way.

Your headache was gone by the time you reached your next class, Biology. You entered the room and noticed the room was deserted.

“Huh?” You glanced back and forth from your schedule and the wall clock. “The class starts at 13:00, and it is 13:05. So I am five minutes late. So where is everybody?” You asked yourself.

“Um, excuse me.” A weak feminine voice rang out from behind you. You turned around and see a pale, pink-haired girl that wears a yellow jacket. She has half of her face covered in hair. Her eyes meet yours. Her eyes are just like ice- cold, beautiful and… fragile. She then quickly averted her gaze back to the ground. “Could you please make way for me? I-if you don’t mind.” She said, stuttering in midsentence.

“Uhh, sure.” You stepped inside to make way for her. She quickly made her way to her chair, avoiding eye contact. She sat down and proceeded to look down at the ground, again. Looking at the clock and at the shy girl, you figured to be friends with her. You went up to her chair and said “Hello!” in the most cheerful voice you could muster. This seemed to work as she lifted her face to face you. You again make eye contact causing her to quickly glance at any other object besides you.

“Hello, my name is…”

“Uhh, what?” You said, not really hearing her name.

“Umm, my name is Fluttershy.”

“Didn’t quite catch that.”

“Umm, I’m F-Fluttershy.” She said, no, whispered. Only loud enough for you to hear.

“Uhh, nice to meet you Fluttershy! My name is-“ You were once again cut off by a group of students entering the room, followed by the teacher.

After all of the students took their seats, the teacher cleared her throat.

“Hello everyone! My name is Nightshine Rosabell, or you can call me Ms. Bell or just Bell.” She smiles warmly to the students.

“I expect all of you to have fun in my subject. Now, onto the lab!” She shouts, gleefully. All of the students stood up and followed Ms. Bell outside the room.

‘A large laboratory, with a zoo. How large is this school?!” You thought as you stare wide eyed at the large laboratory filled with scientific instruments. The room was white while the floor was black. There are several computers on the table at the left side of the room. Beside the computers are shelves filled to the brim by stacks of papers and other stuff. On the right side were jars of, you don’t even wanna describe that. “It is like Frankenstein’s lab, only cleaner and with more appropriate lighting.” You mumble.

“Alright everyone, what is this?” Ms. Bell pointed to a picture of a strange creature. It was a lion with the head of chicken, wings of an eagle, and a tail of either a lizard or a snake. It had spikes lining its spine. Also its size is about two times the size of a normal lion.

Everyone gasped at the picture.

“Cockatrice.” You say. Then almost a dozen pairs of eyes looked your way.

“It’s a cockatrice.” You repeat, louder than your first try.

“That is correct, Mister?” Ms. Bell asked you.

“Just call me –“

“SCARF!” You were cut off by Pinkie suddenly bursting from behind you. “Call him Scarf.” Pinkie then giggled madly as she back flipped inside the oven (why was the oven open in the first place?) situated beside you. Your left eye twitched as you open the oven once again and Pinkie was nowhere to be found.

“SO, uhh Mr. Scarf, I’d like you to see this.” Ms. Bell beckoned you over.

“Why didn’t the others get to see this?” You questioned.

“Because you’re the only one who got the answer.” She complimented.

On the computer screen was a black-and-white video of what appears to be a CCTV camera. It was showing a cage, containing of what appears to be a… cockatrice?

“Whaa…?” You stuttered, shocked by the video. “Please tell me this is just a realistic animation of a cockatrice. It is just an animation, right?”

“Unfortunately, what you are seeing is a real life cockatrice.” Ms. Bell said in a matter-of-factly.

“I will not believe it until I see it up close.”

“If that is what you wish.”

You walked towards a dark corridor, while Ms. Bell calls the class over. You feel a hand grip your arm. You turn and see Fluttershy blushing.

“Uhhh, it’s scary.” She mumbled.

“Fair enough.” You let Flutters to hold your arm as you continue walking down the hall.

‘Man, this hallway is long.’ You thought to yourself. Every minute feels like an hour. Your heart is pounding with excitement as you are about to see something modern society hasn’t seen for over two hundred years. There have been a few random articles in the internet about sightings of cockatrices roaming the Everfree. You didn’t believe it at first, but you are about to see one right now, you feel a strange mix of emotions, fear, excitement, thrill and childish curiosity of the unknown.

You finally reach a steel door, held shut by a few locks and a fingerprint scanner to unlock it. You notice that your hand is sore. Glancing down, you see Fluttershy’s hand has drifted off course, landing on yours. She held it tight, probably because of fear. Then something pounded on the door, shocking the whole class except Ms. Bell.

“Alright, class. Are you ready to face fear?” Ms. Bell said teasingly. Although it didn’t work on you, it seemed to do its work on Fluttershy, as she almost fainted, but you caught her on time, propping her up with your right hand as your left has her hand.

Another pound on the door.

‘What the fuck is this teacher doing?’ You thought. You glance down at Fluttershy and seeing those blue eyes. ‘Those scared blue eyes.’ You thought. Then suddenly you felt the urge to hug her, but you managed to control yourself.

There was another pound on the door. This time Fluttershy loses it and hugs you tight. You had enough, time to end this once and for all. And you will do it using the ~~power of friendship~~ politeness.

“Uhh, Ms. Bell? Shouldn’t we get a move on? Fluttershy is going to lose it.”

“Well, seems like Flutters got a boyfriend, eh?” Ms. Bell said, causing you to blush. “I’m just kidding. You’re right; we should open the door and see what lies behind it.” She then turns and scans her thumb on the scanner.

The various locks the door had began to move, opening the door then everything went black…

‘racist’

Author's Note

Sorry it took too long, I was really busy these days and I only got to write because Blacklight was updating. HAHA

So if any mistakes are found, tell me and I will issue a eviction letter for them.

CH3: Surprise Visit

Chapter 3: Surprise Visit

As soon as the lights went out, everyone was screaming and shouting like shit. You felt a slight pain in your arm and a slight whimpering on your side, which confirmed that Fluttershy was still holding your hand/arm. Ms. Bell’s voice rang out through the darkness that surrounded us, which had a slight calming effect to most of the students as the screaming resided, leaving only a few scattered whispers here and there.

“Alright people. Calm down, it’s just a prank. I assure you that it was not by me and it was by your fellow friends behind this door.” Ms. Bell tapped something metal – presumably the door – followed by the lights flickering back to life. As soon as you regained your senses, you were still in a dim – although less scary – hallway. You looked back at Flutters and saw her eyes red from crying.

“Shh… Easy now, Flutters. Everything’s fine now.” You consoled her. This seemed to work because the tightness of her hold began to begin to lessen. You heard a sound of a metal door sliding, and looking back at the door, you saw it was open.

“Wait, so where’s the cockatrice?” You inquired Ms. Bell.

“Oh, I was joking about the whole ‘secret lab’ thing. Did you really think this school captured a real cockatrice?” Ms. Bell chuckled. “Those things died out 500 years ago!”

“So what is this?” A random student pointed to the open door.

“Ah, that is a perfectly normal science lab. Totally nothing is hidden inside it.” Ms. Bell tried to sound like she’s hiding something, but the other students didn’t believe her.

“Seems legit.” A russian-accented voice rang out from behind.

You could only imagine everyone digging each and every corner of the lab in search for something. You laughed softly, hopping no one would hear, otherwise people would think you’re crazy. But alas, someone – a girl - beside you heard you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

“’So’ is an overstatement, considering how I laughed. If something was ‘so’ or ‘really’ funny, you should have heard me crackling manically.”

“Oooookay~.” She said. “By the way, I’m Raindrops.” She extended her hand. You took it and shook it lightly.

“I’m –.” You once again cut off by a slight tugging on your towel/scarf.

“Scarf? They already went inside.” Fluttershy said. You noticed that only you, Raindrops and Flutters were the only people left outside. You instinctively hurried towards the door, with Fluttershy and Raindrops in tow.

“I’m Raindrops! What’s your name?” Raindrops’s asked Fluttershy. You were leading the way. You decided that you stay behind at the tail of the group of students in front of you, hoping to avoid any interactions with them for the moment. You glanced back at the two females, who are in a heated discussion about the reproduction bunnies/rabbits or whatever.

“Wait, you say that the rabbits do that every day?” said Raindrops, eyes wide in shock.

“Apparently, they do.” Fluttershy said, blushing the slightest.

“Wow. Bunnies are very industrious. Do they even get tired in doing that?”

“I don’t know. I never watch how rabbits mate.”

“Oookay.” Raindrops dropped the subject and stayed quiet the rest of the tour. You weren’t listening to what the teacher is saying; only small snippets of it were registering inside your brain. You were too lost in your own thoughts to comprehend what she was saying.

‘What’s gonna happen after I moved to the dorms, or more importantly, before I move out? What will Steven and Alice say? Would they support me, or will they refuse?

You sighed.

This is all too much too think about. And why am I so excited about the whole ‘moving out’ thing? Ugh, my mind is so crowded that I can’t even think straight. Hot gir-
ARGH! Shut up brain!

You focused on the first thing you saw, which was unfortunately Raindrop’s body.
You tried to peel away your eyes away from her beautiful curves but you failed. You tried, but failed. And this will lead to your inevitable embarrassment in front of the whole class.

‘First day of school and you already have the hots for someone. Good job, Scarf.’ You smiled at the sound of your brand new pet name. It has a nice ring to it.

“Seen anything you like?” So apparently, Raindrops caught you and was now teasing you, swaying her hips and fluttering her eyes.

‘Since when did girls become so nice to me?’ You smirked and said, “Maybe.” This earned you a fist to the face. You swore you saw bright flickering lights and stars as your head was thrown to the side.

“What the fuck, Drops?” You whispered. “What that for?”

“Nothing, believe me.” She smirked and looped her arm around your neck. Something your stomach fluttered just before as she slapped the other side of your face. You groaned and you pushed her back and she fell on her back. You laughed at her demise and extended a hand towards her. You smirked as she grabbed on it and used it to prop herself of the ground, but, halfway through her rise, you suddenly let go, causing her to fall back on the ground. She groaned again and you grabbed her arm and pulled her up, for real this time.

“My ass hurts.” She complained.

“Let me massage it.” You said jokingly.

“How about later, in my room?” She said, lustfully.

“Seriously?” You deadpanned.

“Fuck you, Scarf. I was offering you a chance of a lifetime here.” She said, nudging your side.

“I’m not having a whore for my first time.” You said, or what you think you had said. It was nice she’s offering you to screw around but, fucking someone on the first day of school wasn’t on your bucket list. You held your tongue and simply said, “How ‘bout no.”

You sighed with relief as the school bell rang. Thankfully there were no assignments for today as the school department as ordered that there will be no assignments in the first week of school. You met up with Steven who was walking with someone. You first thought it was Alice, but you saw this girl’s hair is black. You swore that you had seen this girl somewhere. Her name was Octo… Octopus?

“Hey!” You called out. Steven and Octopus turned to face you. You ran up to them and Steven slapping your back. You both laughed as you continued to walk.

“Hey, have you met Octavia?” Steven asked, pointing a finger to Octopus. Wait, Octavia! That’s it! You had met her at the mall, somewhere in Trottingham. What was she doing here anyway?

“Yeah, think so.” You thought back at the memory. “Nice to meet you, I’m Scarf.”

“Scarf? I thought your name was-…” You cut her off.

“Scarf’s better.” You smiled and she returned a grin of her own. You continued to walk in silence as the two lovebirds in front of you kept chatting. You grabbed your phone at texted Steven.

You bringing a girl home at first day? Nice! Orgy time later? XD You sent the message and you heard the two pause their conversation as Steven’s phone rang.

DUDE! She lives 5 rooms to the left of your room! And about the orgy, fuck it, I hope.

Well, I’m gonna go move out in the morning, dude. Any plans on moving out with me?

I herd Octy’s gonna move out 2. She said she’ll move out in the morning at about 11 am. I might as well go.

Good. Good. You closed the phone and slipped it back into your pocket. You have a long night ahead of you.

You had just finished packing your stuff and slumped down the bed. You looked at your room. The normally messy room was clean and every corner was brushed, bleached, scrubbed at licked to ensure maximum condition. The landlord, who was your uncle, would be very much pleased. You called the landlord and said that you were moving to the dorms tomorrow at 11 and requested assistance for the luggage. Your uncle said it was alright and bid you good night. You sank back into your pillow and tried to fall asleep. A couple of minutes past and you still can’t sleep. You were too deep in thought about what will happen tomorrow morning. You heard a knock at your door and you ran up to it. You opened to see Rainbow Dash standing in front of you with her trademark cyan sweater and a cyan and red cap.

“Hey.”

“What do you want?” You said, causing her to blush.

“You the dorm manager asks you what your room will be, give her this.” She handed you a small yellow card. I had a three digit number on it and a smile face drawn on the lower right side of it. You took it and thanked her, then you saw her took off then you closed your door. You looked at the ticket and read aloud its number.

“Room 306.”

You jumped the rest of the remaining 5 feet from the door to your bed and landed softly on the thick mattress. Your eyes closed ever so slowly, drifting to a blissfully, wonderful sleep. BUT, a random thought rammed through your cerebral cortex and forced its bloody fucking head inside your brain’s core. Your eyes shot open and you jumped from your lying position towards the fucking ceiling. You dropped back down your shit bed and said only one sentence.

“HOW THE FUCK DID SHE KNOW MY APARTMENT NUMBER?”

Author's Note

So apparently, I wasn't dead. I took me forever to write this chapter, simply because I am an idiot and I suck. As usual, point any glaring mistakes so I can correct them.

CH4: Music, is more Than Meets the Ear

Chapter 4: Music, is more Than Meets the Ear.

You glanced repeatedly at the clock. Your heart was pounding and your grip on the yellow ticket is tightening on every second that has passed.

‘How durable is this ticket? I bet I can’t even rip it in half! You thought.

You wouldn’t dare try to rip it, because you might be staying in the dorm hallways for the rest of the school year. You sighed and went to your couch. You grabbed the laptop bag on the way. You sat and withdrew the device from its case and opened it. The screen lit up and you typed in your password; “Stevenisafaggot” .

As you played on the laptop, the clock did its job and ticked the time much, much faster for you got your back turned to it.

“You had gained experience.” An old voice rang out from the laptop, signaling you had gained a level and it’s time to get ready for moving out. You exited your game and looked at the clock; 10:30.

‘Right on time.’ You thought as you heard 3 knocks at your door. You ran up to it and opened it. There were 2 men at your front door. Then one was wearing overalls, an orange shirt under it and topped it up with a sweater. He was most likely 30 years old, judging from the light brown beard he had growing on his face. He had a warm smile on his face and was smoking a cigarette. The other looked like he’s 20 years old, possibly younger. He was wearing a black jacket, a navy-blue shirt underneath and a cap to top it off. He looked bored and probably had no interest in what they were doing.

“The bags are right there,” You pointed at the cluster of bags sitting in the middle of the room. You made your way across the room and over to your couch. You grabbed the laptop and slid it back into its bag. You grabbed the wireless mouse and rubber keyboard from the desk at the far end of the room and slid it into the bag. Lastly, you grabbed the charger and headset under the desk and walked towards the couch. You plugged the headset into your phone and pushed it aside for later. You slid the charger into the remaining pocket of the bag and zipped it closed. You slung the bag over your neck and adjusted its length. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and headset from the couch. You put on the headset and began choosing a song from your phone’s playlist.

The older guy who was helping you with your luggage called out to you. You nodded and walked over to him.

“So, where to now?” The man asked. You turned to face him.

“Well?” He asked impatiently.

“Manehattan Highschool.” You said simply. The two men nodded and made their way towards the elevator. You took the other one down, not wanting to be stuck with 2 strangers in an enclosed space. The elevator opened with a ding and you stepped outside it. Cold air greeted you as you stood in the spacious lobby of the apartment that served as your home for like 3 years. You sighed as you spotted Steven and Octavia seated in the far end of the lobby.

“Hey Steven, Octopus, err, Octavia!” You called out, earning the attention of both the mollusk and the faggot HAHA. The two were idly chatting to pass the time. Octavia smiled and Steven greeted you with a, “Hey.”

You noticed a large case by Octavia’s side that looked like a guitar’s case way more larger. Probably a cello or a double bass. You sat down by Steven’s side as you waited for the 2 large men you left by the elevator to arrive. After about 5 minutes, you saw them come down the stairs.

‘Perhaps they got bored waiting for the elevator. You thought. As the men walked closer, they spotted Steven and Octavia’s luggage and the younger man drew out his phone and talked to it for a while. He murmured something to the larger man who is referred to now as “Heavy”. Heavy nodded and walked towards you.

“We might need to wait for a couple of minutes. A few more men are coming to assist us in carrying the package. There is no way we two alone could possible haul this much towards your destination.” Heavy said all that in one breath.

“That won’t be necessary.” Octavia said.

“We insist. Please consider it as a friendly errand.” The skinnier fella said.

“Thank you good sir.” You said in a fake Trottingham accent.

“Where did you learn to speak like that?” Steven said, his eyes wide. You smirked.

“It does not matter how we speak, what matters is who we are.” You said, perfectly replicating Bane’s voice in the movie, “The Dark Horse Rises”.

Steven’s mouth thinned into a narrow line as his eyebrows creased. He was thinking, thinking really hard for a comeback. In this war of movie quotes, one must be cunning, using his vast knowledge of movie quotes to use as his weapon against his opponent.

“Don't tell me what my priorities are. Tell me how you spend your money and I'll tell you what you are.” Steven’s quick, witty comeback finally came. He had chosen carefully, remembering your personality and choosing an appropriate quote. He was right; you had spent hundreds of money on useless stuff, like shirts and video games. Money wasted without a second thought.

“I spend it on useless stuff like music, CDs, or new strings for my cello.” An unexpected remark from Tavi. You both were surprised “Now tell me Steven, what am I?”

“A musician.” Steven said.

“And what makes me a musician, Steven?” Octavia smirked. You too felt a grin threatening to burst from your lips.

“Talent in playing instruments?” Steven asked nervously.

Octopus shook her head.

“Singing? Dancing? Your cello?”

Octavia chuckled. “The answer, I’m afraid, is only available to a select group of people. Those who are connected with music, and those who are smart enough to read people like an open book.”

Steven’s mouth hung open, eyes full of wonder, both from incomprehension and amazement by Octavia’s remarks.

“Let me explain.” She said. “When you play an instrument, you play it with your soul. You let your life essence flow into your instrument and in the long run, your music. A musician has the ability-…”

“To read a person’s emotions.” You continued for her. “Fluctuations in the person’s mood, a slight change of the tone of the voice, a subtle display of anger,” You turned to Steven. “and affection.” You then glanced at Tavi, who smiled. “A musician, who plays with his heart and soul, is a real musician. The world, seems to blur as his music takes total control over him. The way his hand dances across the fretboard of his guitar, the way his voice lowers or heightens his pitch to better accommodate his instrument and the song.

“The way the music applies to his life, it is wonderful. And once the song is finished, his fingers slides across the board, producing a note carefully deepening and repeats the same pattern of strumming and fingering the chords.

“Once you start playing your guitar, or cello, or violin, you don’t wanna stop. The melody, the harmony, the shifting of high and low notes, the careful patterning of beats, its intoxicating.” You sighed. “And that, my dear Steven, is what music is.”

You did what you felt a mandatory bow, just to add to the ‘speech’. You turned and saw that the whole lobby, that was once a gigantic beehive, appears like they had seen a ghost. No one was breathing. You can easily classify that they were terror-stricken, if not for one little fact; they were smiling.

“That.” It was Octavia who broke the resounding silence that hung inside the lobby. “That is the most wonderful thing, I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“Well, if you could say it was a ‘thing’. Technically it was words, and it wasn’t only one thing, it was -…”

“Oh, stop it, Scarf, you’re ruining the atmosphere. The atmosphere that you had created.” Tavi said with a smile.

It only took a single, barely inaudible clap to ignite a whole crowd. Others were cheering, others just resorted to claps. But amidst all this, a certain girl hugged a boy that had a scarf across his left arm. You almost melted into the warm entity that was Octavia hugging you, but years of experience took over and gently pushed her back.

“Please Octavia, someone’s getting jealous. I know for a fact that you like Steven, and let’s keep it that way. And besides, I already got my eye on Dash~ blah blah.” You slipped on your words. Octavia smirked but let go of you.

“So, our favorite ‘boy-with-a-scarf’ has a crush on Rainbow Dash huh?” Tavi grinned even wider.

“Well~.” You rubbed the back of your neck and looked down, feeling the heat rushing towards Antarctica.

“We’ve lost enough time already. Heavy, Scout! Let’s go.” You yelled at the two movers, who wondered why they were suddenly designated as characters from ‘Team Equestria 2.”

“Hey, thanks for saying that to Tavi.” Steven had caught up to you. You and the Heavy and Scout followed by other similar men carrying our stuff was headed towards Manehattan High School.

“No worries bro. That’s what friends are for.” You punched him playfully on the shoulder. He retaliated by punching back, which you dodged. You were all laughing as the friendly walk towards school was turned into a MMA match. You ran all around as Steven chased you, both of you laughing as you did.

You arrived at the large gate of MHS. Both you and Steve were drenched in sweat, from running in the summer heat. The rest of the ragtag band caught up, and Tavi was the first one to approach.

“Had fun?” She smirked.

“Yeah.” Both of you replied at the same time. Steven is doing a double-take, his hands on his knees and breathing in and out in a quick succession.

“You guys were like little kids who had just broken out of their cages back there.” She laughed.

“What can I say, it’s fun being kids in cages again.” You said causing everyone to have a hearty laugh. You tried to oppose the mirth and keep a straight face, but what can you say, laughing is good.

You then saw Rainbow come out of the gate and spot you.

“Moving so soon?” She asked, a grin plastered on her face.

“Yeah, and I brought company.” You gestured at the ragtag band.

“Hey Dash!” Octopus called. She ran up to Dash’s ear and whispered something inaudible. Dash grinned and walked towards you. She then nudged you and said, “Wanna go out to dinner tonight?”

‘FUCK’ was the only word that came into your mind.

Author's Note

I really wanted to post this chapter so bad, so forgive me if there is a lack of Rainbow Dash here. The conversation between 'you', Steven, and Tavi really took a lot out of me. And in case you were wondering, 'your' 'speech' was based in my real life experience being a guitar player. As usual, point glaring mistakes so I correct them. XD Cheers!

NOTE: All the quotes I used in this chapter were taken from various sources, edited to appropriately suit the lines and slapped into the document. LOL

~Josh

CH5: Double Date

Chapter 5: Double Date
Warning: Suggestive Scenes ahead.

“How ‘bout no.” You said. Rainbow Dash had asked you on a date tonight, after Octopus had told her a top-secret, highly classified information that had accidentally slipped from your very mouth. Dash was grinning so widely that it seems like her face would be ripped in half any second now, but of course, it never happened.

“Aww, your no fun.” She pouted. “Why won’t you go out with me?”

“Why?”

“Yeah why?” Your devious plan was set into action as soon as she said those two words. It was a trick that all humans had fallen for since the invention of language. You smirked evilly as you raised your arm and… gave her the finger.

“Fuck you, that’s why.” Then you bolted off at the speed of sound. You looked behind you and saw her hot on your tail. You rammed the door open and you had a fraction of a second to see the reaction of the guard; pure shock.

‘Priceless!’ You thought.

You cackled heartily – though it sounded like a madman was running loose on the school grounds.

Your moment of happiness was cut short by a low lying branch. The branch was as thick as your arm and it was at perfect level with your head. You could have easily ducked underneath it but the last time you checked, you were laughing manically, eyes closed.

As soon as your head hit the branch, you were launched into the air, and then spun once while in mid-air, then lastly, blasting your face into Kingdom Come with mud and dirt.

“You okay, bro? Seem like you’ve got a concussion right there.” You heard Dash’s voice while she was trying to form coherent sentences amidst her giggling.

A gurgle of mud and a muffled curse was all she got as a reply. You felt a hand grab your scarf and roll you over. You saw Dash’s face contorted somewhere in between happiness and concern. You laughed as you saw the illusion of the sun behind her head forming a halo.

‘Just like an angel.’ You thought then laughed. ‘Yeah right.’

It took awhile to register that she was sitting atop you, mainly on top of the pelvis, which gave the situation a very awkward feel.

“Sit still. You’re lucky I’m helping you. I won the game, which means you have to treat me, but since you’ve got yourself an injury, I’m helping you so you can help me.” She grinned.

“Helping someone while expecting something in return, huh? Seems a lot like you, Dash.” You say, squinting from the rays of the sun hitting you square in the eye.

“Wadda ya mean by ‘seems a lot like me’.” She asked.

“What I mean is that I won too. It’s a win-win scenario, so no one is treating no one.”

“You won? By what means?”

“By this means.” You grinned as you placed your hands on her waist and rubbed it seductively up and down. She looked bashful for half a second before her face lit up and smirked evilly.

‘Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit.’ Your mind was screaming to you to get her off and run behind Heavy. This girl on top of you is about to kill you.

“So you this huh?” said Dash.

“Like? There’s nothing to like h-…” You got cut off by 2 hands on your chest. Dash shifted her weight on her two hands then said, “Shhh, be quite.” Then she began to grind her hips and moan loudly.

‘Actually, it feels kinda nic-. WHAT THE FUCK?’

“WAT THE FAK DASH?! You got up and attempted to push her off of you, but ended up groping her heavenly apples. You jerked back your hand after you realized you’re holding her jugs (which lasted about 5 seconds).

“Holy shit. I didn’t mean to, Dash. IT WHAS AN ACCIDENTH I SWEAR!

“Oh stop it, Scarf.” She then giggled madly.

‘So I apparently I got molested today. Awesome… You thought dryly.

The ‘incident’ with Rainbow Dash had left you scarred for the rest of your life. You were shivering randomly, and was looking left and right for any other ‘molesters’ hiding in the shadows of the trees. You just noticed there were too many trees in this school, far, far too many, like they were trying to form an impenetrable cage of trees around the whole fucking school.

‘This school is already scaring me.’ Frightening, yes, but exciting at the same time. There were dozens of trees, dozens of places to hide, dozen places of pleasure excitement and thrill.

Octopu- Octavia was holding your jacket in place as the wind was strong so it wouldn’t get blown away, and was muttering reassurances to you. You could feel Steven’s piercing stares on your back and smirked mentally. Rainbow who was apologizing none stop the past minute was walking silently with her head slumped and lowered in shame. You felt a pang of guilt as you stared at her.

‘Wait, hold on, Scarf. Shouldn’t you be the one apologizing? Since it was you who accidentally groped her? Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You mentally smacked yourself. You muttered, ‘I’m fine now, Octy.’ To Octavia and walked up to a sulking Dash. She doesn’t acknowledge your presence first, so you decided to surprise her with a hug from behind.

She tensed up a bit at first, but soon gripped your hand as she melted into it. A few seconds later, you broke the embrace, much to the dismay of Dash. You chuckled and stated your purpose of hugging her

“Hey, sorry for accidentally touching your boobs before, and sorry for making you feel bad.” You say.

“Well, actually it is me who needs to apologize -…” You held up a hand to halt her.

“Shh, none needs to be said.” You say as the atmosphere around you began to darken, effectively plunging you all in darkness in a matter of seconds. While seeing absolutely nothing, you felt two pairs of hands grip your arms, one on the left, and one on the right. Then you felt two pairs of lips kiss on either side of your face.

‘Good thing, it’s really dark, otherwise they’d see me blushing HAHAHA.’ You mentally laughed as you just stood there, savoring the heart-melting kisses. You felt your heart flutter a bit but then a random (but cruel) truth dawned upon you amidst the impenetrable bubble of darkness that surrounded you.

‘If one of the people kissing me right now is Steven, I’d commit suicide in my very room.’

A second later, the lighting turned back to normal, basking you with light, but also revealing the 2 girls (Thank the heavens) that were kissing you; Octavia and Rainbow Dash.

Octavia gasped as she realized that you weren’t Steven, and then blushed wildly. She then slowly backed away, hiding behind my friend, Steve. All the while, Rainbow Dash had her head propped up on your shoulder. You quickly realized this and backed away suddenly.

“Woah, woah, hold your horses, Dash. That’s way too fast.” You say. But instead of backing off further, you nudged her side, to which she giggled. You poked her side then she burst out laughing.

“Woah, too ticklish, Dash. Hehe, I just found your weakness.” You grinned evilly as her eyes went wide.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, yes I will.” You said as you poked her side once more then she fell to her knees laughing. You then bolted off…

“Wait here.” Dash said as she walked towards a small booth. Inside was an elderly woman who was reading a book.

“Hiya Granny Smith!” Dash said cheerfully.

“Oh, hello there, Rainbow Dash! What bring ya round thish parts?” ‘Granny Smith’ said in a thick southern accent.

“Well, my friends over there,” She gestured to us, “are moving into the dorms. And don’t worry about Scout and Heavy behind them.”

The two cringed as their unofficial nickname was mentioned.

“They were just helping the kids with their luggage.” Dash finished.

“Ah see. So your movin’ into the dorms, huh? Any of ya have the ‘Golden Ticket’?” Granny Smith asked us.

“W-what ticket?” Steven said.

“This ticket.” You brought out the ticket that Dash gave you last night.

“Ooh! Seems like ya gots a free room, ther.” Granny’s eyes bulged as they saw the ticket.

“So that means we need to pay for our rooms?” Octavia asked.

Granny Smith chuckled. “Nah, what ah mean ish that this fella right here has an instant room. Those rooms are given by friends of the students here as the tickets are only available to the students studying here. So I ask you, boy, who gave this ticket?”

“It was Rainbow Dash, ma’m.” You say quickly.

“Ah see.” Granny Smith adjusted her reading glasses then read aloud the number. “Room 306! Ah can see nao wha she gave ya thish ticket!” She exclaimed.

This is all too much to take in. You couldn’t hold back your tongue.

“Uhh, pardon me Mrs. Smith, but uh, who’s my roommate?” You asked.

“Well dear, it’s Rainbow Dash!” She exclaimed. You slowly turned to face Rainbow, who was looking really sheepish.

“Nao remembah, no funny business.” Granny Smith winked at you, but it didn’t matter, as you fainted on the spot.

You groaned as you lift your head. You could clearly hear some curses and shouting. As your vision began to clear, you could see all of your friends in a room you didn’t recognize.

’Let’s see, cyan walls. A large walk-in dresser beside the door. Five cabinets lined across the wall in front of me. 2 double-decked beds and a small cabinet beside each one, topped with a lamp and a notebook and pen, neatly placed along the edge of the small cabinets. Then there’s a large 42 inch, flatscreen TV to my right, which is currently loaded with ‘Call of Duty: Equestria Warfare 4’. Steven, Dash, and Octavia was facing the screen, holding Xbox controllers and ‘Beats’ headsets on their heads while Steven’s was on his neck. You instinctively felt your neck and felt that your ‘Skullcandy’ headset was still on.

You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed the remaining Xbox controller on the cabinet. You connected your headset to the controller and sat down beside Rainbow. She leaned on you as she restarted the console. She grabbed a disc labeled ‘Halo 3: ODST’ then replaced the ‘CoD’ one. Your face lit up as the game started and you switch to your ‘Gaming Personality’ and gripped the controller tightly.

“15 kills, 5 deaths? Great job, Scarf!” Octavia congratulated you. She’s learning fast, considering the fact that she never heard of first-person shooters before and was merely persuaded by Steven to play, 7 kills and 6 deaths is acceptable.

“Thanks Octopus.” You laughed as she punched you playfully on the shoulder. “Well, if you guys need me, I’ll be sleeping.”

‘So am I.” said Dash.

You jumped on the bed you were leaning on and was about to fall asleep when you felt the bed shift and two arms wrap around you.

“Steven, get off or I’ll kill you.” You say. Then there was heavy breathing on your neck.

A feminine voice then spoke, “Steven is dead, and your next.”

“Dash! What the fuck? And what are you doing in my bed?!”

“Well, FYI, this is my bed, but considering that you are my friend, I’ll let you sleep with me.” You felt her grin even with your back turned.

“Fine.” You grumbled, but sank into the pillow underneath. You snuggled closer to Dash who giggled.

“Am I that soft to be a pillow?” She said.

“Yes, because you’re fat.” You say, but instead of hitting you, as you had expected, she just hugged you tighter and snuggled closer to you.

You sighed as you felt a smile growing on your lips as you held her hand on your chest. You felt the blanket float and land over you two. You see Steven grinning beside you at you glared at him.

“And you’re welcome.” He then marched off to Octavia was sitting and draped an arm across her shoulders. She responded by leaning on him and mumbling something inaudible.

“Well shit, seems like we’ve got a double date here.” You say.

“Hey Scarf.” You heard Dash’s raspy voice behind you.

“Yeah?” You said out of instinct. You sank even further into the pillow as Dash said something you didn’t quite hear and her arms drawing you even closer to her. You couldn’t complain as darkness slowly crept up to your vision. Using the last of your strength, you rolled and faced Dash. You smiled as you saw her sleeping peacefully. You wrap your arms around her and drew her closer to you.

“Good night, Dash.”

“Good night, ‘Scarfie’.”

‘Scarfie, huh? Nice one…

Dashie.’

Author's Note

NEW CHAPTER, GUYS! You know the drill, point out mistakes. It'll help me alot. :)

And one more note, please keep in mind that this all happened at noon, i.e 12nn ~ 4pm. It wasn't night already, as many of you may wonder. 'Good night' is just an expression me and my friends use to signify that they'll be sleeping.
Soooo... yeah, cheers!

~Josh

CH6: ‘Hidden’ Platforms, ‘Hidden’ Feelings

Chapter 6: ‘Hidden’ Platforms, ‘Hidden’ Feelings
Warning: Suggestive Themes Ahead…

You awoke to the sound of the pitter patter of rain on the window. You tried to stand up but Dash was still clutching your chest and won’t let go.

“Bloody hell, she’s strong as fuck.” You grunted as you pried off her hands. She mumbled something incoherent in her sleep then smiled. You felt your heart flutter on sight of that cute smile, and you immediately grabbed your iPhone. You snapped a picture of her, all the while stifling your laugh. Who knew that the reckless hothead known as Rainbow Dash looked really cute when sleeping. You set the picture as your wallpaper and locked it. You made your way to the window, which was slightly blocked by the cabinets. You frowned and rushed to the double decks. You climbed the second bed and shook Steven awake.

“Wadda ya want?” He said, annoyed.

“Just help me out here, will ya?” You say, trying to move the cabinet blocking your precious window. Steven sighed but helped you move the cabinet to the more… empty side of the opposite wall. You thanked Steven and said that he can sleep now.

“What exactly is your reason in moving the cabinet?” He asked, confused.

“Window.” You said simply, thumb pointed towards it.

“You, no, we moved the fucking cabinet for a window?!” He was really annoyed, having woken from a deep slumber to move a cabinet for a window. You chuckled as you gazed out the window. You could see the Leviathan from your vantage point. You slid open the window and looked down below. There was a platform below you, high enough that if you’re down there, you could get a box (you could see dozens of sturdy cardboard boxes strewn across the platform) and climb on top of it to reach your window. You could push yourself into your room from there. You smiled as a plan began to form in your mind.

There were some stairs from the platform leading into more platforms below, finally ending in a cracked, mossy, elevated stone floor and into the wide field. You looked up and saw that the platforms repeat themselves every one floor, at a zig-zag pattern. A platform on your row, then the next at your lower left then repeating again. There were nine floors in total; each of the floors of the dormitory has one. You also noticed that your row and the one on your left were the only ones with the platforms. You grinned as you found your latest fortune. You turned back to Steven, who was just making his way up his bed.

“Yo, Steve!” he looked at your with a glare full of razorblades, scimitars, katanas, just every kind of sharp edge weapon and grunted.

“What do you want this time?” He spat like the sentence was made up of venom.

‘Wanna do a threesome with Octovia?” You grinned as his anger exploded. You turned back to the window and jumped. You heard Steven shout curses and shouting Dash and Octovia, saying something like suicide, shit, fuck, Scarf, fuck and the likes. Dash’s head popped through the window later and you saw her gasp. You motioned her to keep quiet and go with the flow. She nodded and her head ducked back inside.

“Guys! Holy shit! He’s unconscious!” You heard her say. You had positioned yourself to look like you had just died of a fall.

“Oh God! SCARF!” You heard Octovia’s voice. This was your cue to move to the second platform. You scrambled towards the stairs and hid behind a conveniently large box. You see Octovia’s head pop back out and she gasped audibly.

“HE’S GONE!” Octovia shouted.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S GONE? HE’S NOT D-…” Steven shouted.

‘HAH! Faggot does care for me. Oh, I could see that look on his face when he sees this. You laughed.

You laughed… loudly… and Tavi was scanning the platforms for any sign of me.

’Bloody great timing, Octopus…' You slapped yourself on the head. You motioned her to be quiet but it was too late. She ducked her head back into your room, presumably telling them the ‘good’ news. Dash popped her head out and gave you a look that said, ‘Seriously?’ You shrugged and motioned that you don’t know. She rolled her eyes and ducked back inside. A few seconds later, Steven flew out of the window, landing not-so-softly on the cardboard boxes. You heard a few clattering cans as he hauled himself off the pile of garbage. Dash soon jumped out of the window, landing softly with a grace of a feline. She sent you a smile which you returned. Next up was Octovia. She bursted out of the fucking window and did a somersault. Twice. In mid-air. WOAH.

As she landed, she giggled as she saw your mouths agape. She walked up to Steven and giggled.

‘What the hell was that?’ You shrugged it off and began walking towards the lower platforms.

“What is this?” You heard Dash, “I’ve been here for over 3 years but I never noticed this behind my window.”

“Probably because your cabinet was blocking it and we,” You gestured to Steven and yourself, “had to fucking move your bloody cabinet out of the way.”

Dash smiled sheepishly but walked towards the end of the ~~rainbow~~ railing and jumped over the rails.

“Careful!” I said out of instinct. She looked at you with a goofy look.

‘Seriously? I’m twenty-one now, not a baby.” She pouted, and you laughed.

“Sorry, force of habit.” You apologized and jumped over the railings yourself. You landed just beside the end of the stairs.

“Woah,” was the only thing you could say, realizing that you were a centimeter away into breaking your bloody leg.

“Yo RD! Wait up!” You yelled for her to wait, but she was already racing towards Leviathan.

“Come at me, bro.” She yelled as she turned to you with her arms outstretched to the heavens. She grinned, which looked more like an insult to you.

“Is that a challenge?” You yelled as you skidded to a halt. Her face lit up in recognition and smirked.

“You bet it is!” She challenged. She laughed with her eyes closed. Your breathing slowed as time began to slow around you.

Breath in, breath out, repeat. You thought. You began to notice everything around you, the leaves swaying in time with the wind. The pitter-patter of rain dropping unto the mud and splashed, creating miniature ripples through the puddles. The beautiful girl laughing in front of you, her rainbow hair flying through the air as she laughed. You noticed her weak spot, which was her sides, unprotected.

You smirked as you dashed towards her. She barely even had time to see you move, just a dark blur coming towards her. She shrieked as you reappeared in front of her, and tickled her sides. She was brought down by a matter of 2 pokes, mission accomplished! She regained her bearings

“H-how did you do that?” She said, her voice cracking as the remnants of her laugh tried to force themselves out.

“You were laughing, I was running.” You deadpanned.

“Why didn’t I hear you running?” She asked.

“Am I too good to be an assassin, Dash?” You smirked.

“Oh, shut up.” She punched you lightly on the shoulder.

“Ow.” You said as you ran towards the large tree.

“Last one to the tree is a lesbian!” You yelled, though you were already two-thirds towards the tree.

“NOT FAIR!” Dash screamed as she ran.

“First.” You say, as Dash had finally caught up with you. “With means you’re a lesbian.”

“I AM NOT!”

“YES YOU ARE!”

“IS NOT!”

“IS TOO!”

“IS NOT!”

“IS TOO!”

“IS NOT!”

“IS TOO!”

“I. AM. NOT. HOMOSEXUAL.” She punctuated every word with a stomp of wet feet.

“Well then prove it! Right now!”

“How?” She asked, confused more than ever.

“I dunno? S’not my problem.” You said forcefully.

'Shit. I think that was too forceful. Poor Dash looks like she’s about to cry.”

“Aww, is wiwle Daswie gunna cwy aweawy?” You couldn’t hold your tongue. It was too late when you realized your mistake.

“Oh shit, Dash. I wasn’t able to hold my tongue. Dash?” You were about to touch her shoulder when she exploded with anger.

“I AM NOT!” She screamed, her eyes red with tears.

“Dash, I’m sorry.” You repeated, trying your best to compose yourself. “Dash, Dash?”

“Fuck. You.” She spat, words lined with venom. She was really, really angry right now, and all you want to do is hug her. Sadly, you couldn’t because she was angry with you. You felt a gaping hole in your chest. Guilt weighed down heavily on you as you sat with your head lowered in shame. You willed yourself not to break down as you saw one last look of her face. Her once beautiful face was no more, replaced by a demon whose face contorted with anger. Tears mixed with rain water and are now streaming freely down her face as she stormed away from the huge tree and towards the platforms. You sat there, watching her cry while she climbed up into your window, chest heavy with guilt and tears on your eyes. You just sat there for the longest time.

You looked at your watch and noticed that the sun was going down quickly. You sighed as you pulled yourself up.

‘7:30 pm. God, I must have dozed off sometime back there.’ You trudged on with a heavy feeling on your heart. You climbed the flight of stairs and stopped in front of your window. It was closed but light was streaming from it. You grabbed the box where you hid this morning and dragged it to your window. You stood on it and grabbed the ledge and pulled yourself up. You used your trusty swiss army knife that you always carried with you and pried the window open. Once the window was fully opened, a blast of air flew inside, making the curtain covering it flutter slightly.

You sighed as you hopped into your room. You saw that Steven was busy playing with his laptop and was wearing his headphones. He hadn’t acknowledged your presence yet. You looked to your, no, Rainbow’s bed and saw that she had her back turned, twitching every once in a while.

‘She’s still crying. God DAMNIT, Scarf! IDIOT!” You reprimanded yourself.

You walked ever so slightly towards Rainbow Dash. Once you were close enough, you took her by surprise her hugging her from behind. She gasped audibly and grabbed your hand. For a second you thought she was going to break free but instead she interlocked your fingers and melted into the embrace.

“Sorry for questioning your sexuality, Dash.” You mumbled. “And sorry for insulting you while your crying. That was very foolish of me.”
She just looked at you with those big magenta eyes. She grinned at you which you returned. You then began to notice that the distance between you and her was rapidly decreasing. Her eyes lazily closed as she continued to close the distance between you. Your heart was pounding so heavily and loudly that you wondered if she could hear it. You looked at her, her rainbow hair, her wonderfully constructed face, her puckered up lips (haha), all make up her beautiful frame of a face. You were suddenly overcome with a feeling of lust, so intense that heat seemed to radiate from you. You were sweating heavily and the warm feeling of love filled the once gaping void of guilt inside your chest. You smiled and glanced over to Steven to make sure he wasn’t looking. You close your eyes and leaned in close. After what seemed like eternity, your lips met. She kissed furiously and aggressively. She pushed back and you clamped your hand over her back and held her close, so close that you could feel her breasts (YEAH!). She kissed back hungrily, pushing you unto the bed. Your right hand wandered to her curves at her waist while the other rubbed her back. She moaned in appreciation then broke the kiss.

‘Aww, why’d you break it already? I was having fun.’ You thought.

She smiled as she blushed. She sat atop of you again, in the same position you two were in this morning. “Sooooo, you wanna…?” She trailed off, but you know full well what that had meant.

“I would love to, but…” You looked to Steven. Rainbow followed your gaze and blushed. She was about to get off you when Steven interrupted.

“Hey uhh, I’m going after Octovia. She left an hour ago and hadn’t returned.” He smiled sheepishly. “Please continue what you two were doing.” He said as he closed the door.

Dash looked back at you with eyes full of longing. You smiled as you pulled her into another kiss, more forcefully this time. She moaned again but didn’t break the kiss. You continued like this all night.

*HINT HINT*

Author's Note

New chapter FTW! I'm testing out my hand in writing deliciously, sexy scenes. I expect alot of mistakes in this chapter as almost all of it were experimental, so please, point them out.

CH7: “Let’s Agree… To Disagree.”

Chapter 7: “Let’s Agree… To Disagree.”

You woke up the next morning with Rainbow Dash still hugging the pillow you gave her while she was trying to crush you while she is sleeping. You smiled and walked inside the dresser room. You changed into your favorite clothes, a shirt with the word “Ark” and an eagle wing extended beside the “A”. It was decoratively modified to look like it was connected to the letter and to appear three dimensional.

Octavia was still inside the bathroom, humming to herself. Thankfully the main shower room was blocked by frosted glass, obscuring the inside of the shower. You wouldn’t want to explain to Steven why you walked in to Octavia in the shower. You sighed as you turned back but Tavi’s voice cut you off.

“Scarf?” Tavi must have thought you were peeking on her.

“Yes? What is that you want?” You say, her Trottingham dialect is really getting to you.

“Are you peeking on me?” She said, a slight tease to her voice.

“Why in bloody hell would I do that?” You snapped. You hated it when people are teasing you for being a pervert. You were only a pervert when it came to friendly conversations, but won’t stoop so low that you’d be found peeking on a girl. Not in a million fucking years.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You can come in if you like, I wouldn’t mind.” She said, the tease now prominent in her voice.

“I would rather not. I wouldn’t want to be in trouble with Steven.” You said politely, putting an emphasis to the ‘Steven’. You turned, closing the door on the way out. You sighed as you replayed the scene inside your head.

’Man, I wasted the chance to bang her-, wait, BAD BRAIN!’ You knocked your head a few times before diving on your bed. Rainbow stirred in her sleep and finally awoke.

“Hey.” She said, her voice was a bit raspier than usual due to her just waking up.

“Good morning! Had fun last night?” You said, hinting your experience last night.

The previous night...

“Tag! YOU’RE IT!” You screamed as you smacked Dash in the head. The four of you, Steven, Dash and Octavia were doing just about anything you could think of.

“HEY! NO FAIR!” Dash yelled, while you stuck your tongue out. You backpedalled but you tripped on an electronic cord. You yelped as you lost your balance and fell. Dash leapt up but you regained your bearings quickly and rolled out of the way. Dash crashed but got to her feet quickly but you were already running. You stood aside Steven as Dash was running towards you two. You nodded for the two of you had already devised a plan. As Rainbow was at least 4 feet away from you, Steven grabbed Octavia’s hand and dragged her to Dash. She collided with her and rolled on the floor in a mess of hands and legs. Dash shook her head and tapped Tavi lightly on the head.

“Tag.” She said softly, and then leapt to her feet. She ran behind you, grabbed your shirt, then spun in a semi-circle, using her momentum to knock you off your feet.

“Get him Tavi!” She yelled. You tried to get up but you were too much in shock to act. Tavi jumped on your chest then smacked your head then scrambled behind Dash.

“Cheeky bastards.” You mumbled as you got up and took a look around. “Alright people, bed time.” You said, smirking. You heard a chorus of disapprovals but you pressed on. You turned out the light, leaving the only light in the room was from the light of moon spilling from the window, and the 2 lamps beside the double decks. You hopped onto your bed then pulled an extra pillow from underneath the bed. Dash later joined you in the bed, snuggling extra close you and wrapping her arms around you. She mumbled something like ‘kill joy’ and ‘good night’. You got up and said that you were going to use the bathroom, dragging your extra pillow with you.

After a few minutes, you went in front of Dash’s sleeping form, and slammed her with the pillow, jolting her awake.

“PILLOW FIGHT!!” Both you and Steven yelled as he turned on the lights. Dash almost fell of the bed, but was quick to react, she grabbed her pillow and smacked you in the head. You felt something solid hit you square in the nose.

“Ack! WHAT THE FUCK?!” You felled to the ground, your nose bleeding.

“Holy shit, my phone! The screen is cracked!” Dash yelled, nursing her phone.

“Try turning it off and restarting it.” You said sarcastically despite yourself. “Anyways, I think you’ve certainly cracked another thing and it is not my balls.”

“Holy shit, Scarf! What happened?” She yelled in surprise.

“Ask your phone why he’s cracked.” You said. It took a moment for her brain to process what it meant. Her mouth curved into an “O” indicating that she had finally processed it. You ran for the medicine cabinet but Octavia was already holding the bandage, and the first aid kit.

“Thanks.” Rainbow said as she sped into the room.

“The cord is-…” Steven began but it was too late; Rainbow already tripped on it, sending the scissors she was holding to fly towards you.

You were about to bend down when a flying pair of scissors flew past in front of your face and impaling itself on the wooden cabinet.

“Woah,” You say, chest rising and falling and was on the brink of hyperventilating. You had almost died two times this day. TWO FUCKING TIMES. You collapsed on your back, and Rainbow Dash rushed to you.

“God damnit, Scarf! Don’t lie down!” She yelled as she grabbed your head and brought you to a sitting position. “Don’t fucking die on me.” She was worried, like “on-the-brink-of-tears” worried. You leaned up and grabbed the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t worry Dash, I’m not gonna die.” You chuckled.

“Shut up.” She looked away and you smiled.

“No.” She said, mostly likely because of your nosebleed.

“Aww, why not? You’ve got to admit that it was really fun.” You nudged her side.

“Is bleeding to death through your nose fun?” Thought confirmed.

“Yeah! Haven’t tried it before?” You smirked.

“I can’t believe you.” She said, getting off the bed and into the dresser.

“Aw, c’mon Dash! I was only joking.” No reply. You push open the dresser door and saw that Dash was halfway through the process of changing her clothes. She was half naked wearing only her bra and panties. You both blushed and you stumbled back and closed the door. Your nose was bleeding again though from a very different reason.

“Dash. That never happened.” You said sternly.

“Oh, you bet that happened.” Dash smirked, causing you to blush.

“Dah, fine just don’t tell them that I walked into you dressing.” You were talking about Steve and Tavi. Those two were sleeping under your tree without your formal permission for them to do so. You were really worried that when you check your tree out later there’ll be cum dripping all over it.

You visibly shuddered at the thought.

“What’s your problem anyway? Why is you being a normal teen such a big deal?” Dash was annoyed.

“I’m not a pervert.” You said simply.

“You watch porn?” She asked.

“Yes- I mean, no!”

“It’s not really a big deal that you’ve walked in to me dressing, you’ve seen naked girls all the while you’re on the internet!”

“Yes, but they know that they’re being filmed. That’s the difference Dash, they know.” You say, patience wearing thin.

“Let’s just… agree to disagree.” She said, not wanting to fight again in such a useless subject.

“Seconded. C’mere.” You grabbed Dash and pulled her into a hug. She offered no resistance and allowed herself to be pulled into the hug. She snuggled closer and hugged you tighter. You felt your heart flutter as she mumbled something. You thought it was cute, and smiled.

“Am I that cute, Scarf?” She asked, grinning.

“Eh, no.” You say. She pushed you off.

“Fuck you.” She punched your shoulder.

“Ow… TAG!” You yelled as you smacked her upside the head again then dashed (hehe, ‘dashed’) for the window and jumped out of it. Dash followed suit and you two raced down the platforms and finally, onto the grassy field behind the dorms. You were both laughing as one of you tagged the other.

You saw that Steven and Octavia asleep underneath the Leviathan. Octavia’s head was propped up by Steven’s shoulder and you felt a pang of jealousy course through your veins for a split second then RD smacked your shoulder.

“Be quiet.” You hissed.

“Okay! Okay, geez.” Dash whispered. You took out your phone and quickly snapped 5 pictures of them. Then you brought out your ‘Skullcandy’ and fitted them slowly on Steven’s ears. You navigated to your music and you decked it out to full volume. You then played a song that blasted Steve’s ears with its bass.

He leapt up, startled by the sudden noise. This also shook Tavi awake, but she was less than angry when compared to Steven, whose eyes were almost red with fury.

“Oh, c’mon. It was fun!” You say. You saw Octavia smile at you as she picked herself up.

“It is not!” Steven yelled. “I was sleeping!”

“Is it not obvious?” You say. Octavia giggled.

“Argh! Fuck you, Scarf!”

“Let’s agree to disagree.” You say as you smacked Steven in the head.

Author's Note

Point the mistakes, please.

CH8: "HAREM FIC FTW!"

Chapter 8: "HAREM FIC FTW!"
Warning: Mild Adult Themes ahead.

You decided to start your third morning here in MHS early. You groaned as you stood up, popping the bones that locked up in your sleep.

’At least Dash isn’t crushing me to death.’

You went to the bathroom and grabbed a free towel on the towel rack. You stepped inside the shower and turned the knob to the right. The water’s temperature didn’t matter, as you had a lot in mind. As you were thinking about the things that concurred in the school, you feel that something is missing. You went back as far as your first day here, then you began to feel something stirring in your mind, you could feel the solid edges of the thought but then a loud thud on your door cut you off.

You jumped from shock, which ended up with you slipping on the water. You landed on your back with a groan.

“What is it!?” You shouted to anybody who is behind the door.

“Is this a bad time?” Octavia’s voice rang out.

“Oh not at all! There is no bloody way that this is not a bad time!” The sarcasm was dripping from your voice like an overflowing dam.

“Scarf! I am really sorry but I am in a hurry and I need to take a shower right now. As in right now.” Octavia said, the worry showing from her tone of voice.

“You could take a bath with me if you like.” You said, jokingly. “If not, you had no choice but to wait.” You should have never said that, as the door to the bathroom burst open and the sound of feet shuffling through the tiled floor could be heard.

“Wait, wait, TAVI!” You tried to stop her but it was too late, the door to the main shower room opened. Good thing this room has ambient steam in it, so your bottom half was thankfully obscured. Octavia entered the room, and she was half naked, with only her panties on. Her boobs, however, was in plain sight. You looked away as she almost ran to the shower. She turned it on and finally noticed you.

“What are you doing down there and what are you staring at?” She asked.

“I sorta slipped trying to lock the door when you broke in,” You said, blushing. “and are you out of your mind!” You snapped. “I was taking a bath! Then you show up half naked and you are wondering what am I staring at? Of course I’m looking at them boobs!”

“Oh,” She looked down on her jugs then back at you. She then shrieked, “Pervert!” She shouted. You facepalmed and groaned.

“How dare you look at my body!” She yelled.

“How dare you enter the bathroom while I’m still in it!”

“I was in a hurry!” She countered. “Why didn’t you have the decency to look away?”

“Tavi, Tavi. You’re telling a lion not to roar. Why are you in a hurry anyway?” You changed the subject.

“U-uh, I’ve got a date?” She stammered.

“The look on your face and the tone of your voice implies that you are lying. The shivering of your body even though it is hot and the awkwardness of the situation further constitutes to that. So I will ask again, Tavi. Why are you in a hurry?”

“Well… I-I kinda want t-to see…” She started.

“Go on.” You motioned.

“Ugh, I can’t say it.”

“Action it out.” She pointed at you.

“You wanna see me?” You pointed to yourself. She nodded.

“You see me every day!”

“In private.” She said firmly.

“So you decided that me taking a bath was a good time to talk in private.” You say, eyes locked on hers. Another nod.

You sighed before continuing. “What do you want from me?” You say softly.

“I need to tell you something. Something important.”

“Before we continue, please grab those two towels over there. Your boobs are taking my attention away.” You smirked, causing her to blush. She walked to the towels then grabbed the two of them. You were forced to watch her buttocks, swaying in time with her movement.

’Nice ass. OH SHUT UP BRAIN!’

“Thank you.” You say as you put on the towel, and she put on hers.

“Now,” You began, “what were you going to discuss with me?”

“Well, Scarf? I-I love you.”

You coughed. “Uhh, erm, that was… interesting, though I must say, that this too quick, I mean uhh,” You chose your next words carefully.

“You’re pretty and all, but uh, I understand that you’re getting urges or something, but you need think if the person, or in this case, me, is someone you trust, or someone that you’ve spent a lifetime with. Think why you want to be with me for the rest of your life. Do you want that?” You paused, waiting for her answer. She then nodded frantically.

“Listen, if you really love someone, give them time to adjust, or just plainly accept that he isn’t really for you. Listen to your heart if what you are feeling is true love and not just lust. Many people confuse lust for love and almost all of them have unhappy relationships. All you’re doing is have sex everyday and there is no real love coming from both of you. Happiness and pleasure are two very different things, Tavi. Please consider your decision on loving me first.” You finished, and then hugged her. “I love you Tavi, but as a friend, and only you could change that.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it Scarf.”

“Ti amo, per favore, non rovinare tutto.” You say softly. It was Italian, your favorite language, which translates to ‘I love you, please do not ruin that’. She looked back and smiled.

“Non lo farò.” She replied. You grinned as you stood up, finished your shower time and stepped out of the bathroom. You saw that Dash was engrossed in her game, Steven was typing something on his laptop. The only free one was Octavia, who was reading a book.

“Department 19: The Rising, hmm. Nice choice, Tavi.” She smiled as she went up to you then kissed you on the cheeks. You stumbled back and she giggled.

“Are you crazy? Dash or Steven will go apeshit if they knew about this!” You whispered.

“Don’t be silly, they know.” She teased.

“What?”

“We swore an oath.” Dash answered for her. “That we guys could date each other. Which means that you could either date me, Tavi or even Steven.” We all laughed. “No one will know except us 4.” She said proudly, her eyes beaming the entire time.

“Although the same applies to all of us, except Steven. He is only allowed to date me, or so Dash had said.” Octavia added. You looked at Steven, “We all agreed on it.” He said.

“So I get to have two girls?” You grinned.

“We never said you could have two girlfriends, we said that you could date two girls.”

“This is ridiculously wonderful.” You said. “HAREM FIC FOR THE WIN!” You bellowed, which earned a chorus of ‘What?’s.

“I broke the 4th wall!” You say innocently.

“You know what? Nevermind.” Dash said as she and Steven went back to their stuff. You sat with Octavia.

“What chapter are you on?” You ask, joining her in reading.

“Chapter 24. This part” She points to the part where she is currently reading. You smiled as you read together.

“Let’s find Twilight.” You said, earning the attention of the occupants of room 306.

“Why?” Dash said.

“Pinkie said that I should meet her.” You say.

“I’ll go. What about you Steven?” Octavia agreed.

“I wouldn’t want to be left out, wouldn’t it?” He said, jumping off his bed and putting on his jacket.

“Yeah, that kinda sound like you.” You say, putting on your jacket, a cloak from the ‘Assassin’s Creed’ franchise. It was Ezio’s.

“Shut up.” He said. You pulled Dash out of her game.

“WAIT! WAIT! Aww, I died.” She pouted.

“I don’t care! Let’s go!” You killed the Xbox’s power and dragged her out into the hall. You someone about to go inside her room but did a double take at your group.

“Rainbow?” She said. This girl had purple curled hair, had blue eyes, and was wearing a dress.

“Hey Rarity!” Rainbow waved. “Sorry, no time to talk.” You then ran down the hall.

“HEY WAIT UP!” Steven yelled. You made it outside to ‘The Tree Prison’ as you called it. It was still 4 pm, plenty of time to find someone. You guessed that she’ll either be inside her room, at the fountain or the library.

“Library.” You say. You pushed Rainbow in front. “Lead the way, Dashie.” You say, causing her to grin.

“My pleasure.” She said as she sped off, the thre of you in tow.

“Here we are.” You all skidded to a halt in front of a massive, ornate double door inside the main building. It was made out of some kind of expensive wood. You brushed its surface. It was slick and slippery.

“Mahogany, freshly built or freshly furnished.” You say, pushing the doors. You expected some kind of resistance, but the doors easily gave way. You looked down and noticed some kind of black material, as well as the side of the door. You brought out your Swiss knife and it immediately stuck to the material.

“Magnets.” You concluded. “There are lined across the ceiling and the floor of the door, creating a ‘magnetic levitation’ phenomena, caused by the attracting of the two magnets.”

“Who cares?” Steven said sharply.

“I do.” A female voice rang out from inside the library. It came from a girl with purple-blue hair, a bright pink streak along it. She was wearing clear red glasses and was wearing a jacket atop the MHS uniform. She was carrying at least three books in her hand.

“Twilight Sparkle.” You say. “It is an honor to finally meet you, formally.”

“Oh please, the honor is mine.” She giggled. “I heard that your official nickname was Scarf, right?”

“Yeah, I see that rumors spread fast in this school.”

“Indeed. So may we take a seat?” She offered.

“Wait a second.” You turned to the 306 crew and said a simple word, “Scatter.” They all nodded and went to find their own spot and their own books inside the massive library.

“This is quite the nice place.” You say. “I like the architecture; how the pillars make it a Greek-themed hall, and how the paintings further contribute to that.”

“I must say that I agree. This is where I spent most of the past two years that I had studied here. This massive hall is my second home.”

“Quite an interesting attitude you have there, you act all ‘nerdy’ and ‘socially-awkward’ to the public and yet, here you are, speaking to me like I’m a long time friend.”

“I simply do not like social gatherings, and I have only a few friends; namely Pinkie Pie, Rarity and Rainbow Dash. And there were only a few time I have seen them. Also, I find physical contact unnerving, even when talking to someone I didn’t know.”

“You don’t know me, and you are spilling personal information about yourself. Why is it, Madame Sparkle?” She blushed at your comment.

“Well, I kinda like you, and I want to be friends.”

’Here we go again? Seriously, how many girls?!’

“Well, let’s first get to know each other.” You smiled.

“Agreed. So, uh, Scarf, what do you think about me?” She started. You gazed at her momentarily.

“You’re a scholar. A fine one, indeed.” You say.

“Good, but the whole school apparently knows that.” She giggled.

You have satisfactory eyesight; your glasses are at least 3-5 mm thick and the books you’re holding, different levels of Algebra, Astronomy and Biology, indicating that you are quite fascinated by planets and math, and are possibly researching if life could be possible on other planets.”

“You’re quite good, Scarf, go on.”

“You are either stressed or a fan of rock and roll. Your slightly frazzled hair may be caused by stress, inability to sleep or incredulous amounts of unnecessary head banging, though I would go to the latter as you no signs of pimples, facial marks or eye bags.”

“I am a fan of soft rock and mellow tones. Good job.”

“You’re horny.” You say.

“Pardon?” She said, her interest was earned.

“Your slight twitching, half-lidded eyes full of lust, constant rubbing of the fingers, mostly the index and the middle finger on your right hand, slightly fidgeting cause by unease and rubbing of your things all lead to my theory: You’re horny.” You say with no emotion at all.

“You did a remarkable job, Scarf. I hope that your latest ‘findings’ didn’t ruin your impression on me.”

“You could certainly count on the fact that it didn’t Twilight. It was nice to meet you.” You extended your hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Scarf.” She shook it briefly.

“See you around?” You say, getting ready for your departure.

“No, just here.” She winked at you and blew a flying kiss. You blushed then headed towards your friends. You beckoned them all over and all of you waved good bye to Twilight.

’Nice girl. I like her.’ You grinned as you punched Dash on the shoulder.

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” She shouted as she ran after you. She caught up with you when you were outside. She rammed you and knocked you over to your back. She was once again on top of you, panting. You gently pushed her off and she hugged you. You hugged her back and continued walking towards the dorms, grinning the whole time.

Author's Note

You know the drill...

CH9: Early Morning Theatrics

Chapter 9: Early Morning Theatrics

It was a peaceful morning at the Manehattan High School or MHS for short. Although it was still early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly (for the sake of the plot). You were sleeping peacefully in your bed when suddenly…

“FUCK!”

A voice, or more specifically, a shout, roused you from your sleep. You pitifully open your eyes to see your roommate raging at the Xbox again. You bite back a laugh as you watch her get killed by the same player over and over again. Although you accidentally laugh by her getting spawn killed by a claymore, she didn’t notice.

“Must be her headphones.” You mutter, getting of the other side of the bed. You had made up your mind not to bother her for this morning only. Then you saw her pitifully aligning a headshot on her enemy.

’Screw that.’ You thought as you grabbed a pillow and threw it at her head just as she was about to fire. The sudden collision made her miss the shot and compromising her position and ultimately killing her.

She looked at you as she died. You bite your lip as she looked like she was about to murder someone. You had little time to react just as she flew from where she was and punched you in the face. She tackled you to the ground and began to wrestle you. You had managed to dodge all of her blows when the door opened.

“Will you two stopped fucking each other and get dressed.” Steven said. “It’s time for school.”

You threw Dash back and stood up. “What are you talking about? Grace period doesn’t end until Monday next week.”

“Today is ‘Monday next week’.” Steven said sternly.

“Fine… geez. Where’s Tavi?”

“She’s at the theater now. Now get dressed.”

“Dash you get dressed first. I gotta take a shower first.” You say, heading for the bathroom.

“Fine.” Dash grumbled.

You had just finished preparing your things.

“Let’s see.” You muttered. “Books, pens, a notebook, what else?” you asked yourself. “Ah yes. Can’t forget you iPad. Hehe, what are you doing there, sitting on the bed?”

As you keep asking the poor iPad some more questions while packing, Dash had come out of the closet. She was wearing a casual cyan shirt with little blue wings at the back. With denim pants and her books held in one hand, she looked like a fucking scholar.

“Took you long enough.” You said to her. “Where have been? Narnia?” You teased her.

“Hey! I was busy doing stuff in there.” She retorted back.

“What kind of stuff? Are they the nasty stuff that you keep muttering all the time?” You can feel a smirk growing on your face.

‘Who knows what Dash does in there!’ Your brain’s pervert hormones are buzzing once again. ‘I bet she pleasures herself in there! Holy shi-. I think I just made it awkward…’ As your brain had started reprimanding itself for such a foolish thought, Dash came up to your face.

“Hello~!” Her face was really close to yours that you can feel her breath on your eyeballs.

“Scarf! You still there?” Dash’s face scrunched up in thought (which was actually cute, too bad you couldn’t see it because you’re an idiot). Dash brought out her phone and started fiddling it. After a few seconds, she brought out a cheap pair of fake earphones and connected to her phone. She fitted the earphone to your ears and pumped up the volume. After that she finally played a song

“What the f-!”

“Sorry for your earphones.” You said grimly. That wretched song caused you to rip them from your ear and used them to violently murder every single person in the buildin- I’m just kidding. Anyways…

“Sorry about your earphones.” You said grimly.

“It’s fine. Their fake anyways.” Dash shrugged it off. No shit, that fucking pair was once of the worst shitphones you had ever tried. No wonder Dash chose those pair; she knew that shit was gonna happen.

You allowed to have yourself a small smile before drawing out your schedule.

“Aw shit, acting.” You grimaced, remembering how bad you are at acting. “What’d you get?”

“Physics. Again.” She sighed.

“Bye! See you at lunch break!” You waved to her, making your way to the theater.

[Warning: Pitiful descriptive writing may occur due to the author had never been inside a theater. Not even once.]

When you step inside the ridiculously large school auditorium (or theater, you always confuse those stuff), you were taken aback by the somewhat large amount of students in the hall. The majority of the students looked like they were paying attention to the teacher in front. You took a seat at the near edge of the crowd and pulled out your iPad.

“Has the lesson started already?” You got the courage to ask the person on your left. Although you haven’t seen him, you can tell that he was a male.

“Nah, the teacher’s still chatting with the students up front.” He said in a very familiar voice. You looked at him and grinned.

“Nice to see you again, Lane.” You extended his hand towards him, which he had gladly taken and shook it briefly.

“How you doing?” You try to strike a conversation.

“I’m fine, as always. I haven’t seen you here during the first day.”

“Well, I was hiding from Ms. Blueberry back then. Damn, that woman looked like she was about to kill someone.”

“I agreed.” You and him both share a quick chuckle.

“Say,” you said again, “you briefly said that your father was in the army right?”

“Yup. Working as a Navy SEAL is hard work, he says. But due to that, we had a decent collection of guns in our house. Mom doesn’t mind, as she know we won’t do shit with those guns.”

You sighed.

“I wish we could have guns too. The only thing I had was the knife from the ‘Expendables 2’.” This brought a spark in Lane’s eyes.

“Really? Whose knife?” He said excitedly.

“The one that Silvester Stallion had.”

“Holy shit! I’ve been searching for that piece ever since I watched the movie!” He said, resisting the urge to squeal.

“My dad gave it to me as a birthday present. Naturally my mom retaliated by putting it in a fucking glass display case in my room. One day I had snuck out the key and opened the case. I had one of those issues that when I hold something used for violence, I get really fucking excited and stuff. I would occasionally inspect it and stare at my reflection and other stuff like that.

“Sadly, I accidentally cut my left bicep with it.” You noticed that he was about to ask a question, probably about how it happened. “Don’t ask. It was kinda weird, and I’d rather not talk about it.”

Lane nodded and allowed you to continue. “So they took the knife and hid it somewhere in their room. I found it underneath their bed because they always leave the house in the mornings. I bet they’re still oblivious up to now that I snuck it out to the hotel I was previously staying.

“Soooo, do you have it?” He asked.

“Yup. In my room.”

“Awesome. Just don’t bring it out.”

“I know.” And after that, the two of you were enveloped in silence as you watched the other students perform. You have noticed that there were hundreds of red colored foam chairs that line the theater proper. Also the band at the side wasn’t easy to miss, and you had noticed Octavia playing her cello at the far right end of the band. You waved a little and she nodded back.

A few moments later, you started seeing the regular darkness creeping at the sides of your vision. Your head began to droop a little and then nothing…

“Mr. Kristofferson?” A voice, female called out to you.

“Mr. Kristofferson!” It called out again, though this time, firmer and sterner. A whipping noise could be heard moments before a white-hot burning sensation awakened your sleepy nerves. Your eyes shot open as you see Ms. Blueberry in front of you.

Her pretty yet stern cyan eyes bore into yours. Her navy blue hair seemed to make her face look more menacing in the soft light that shines above in the auditorium. Her mouth was curled into a interesting mix of irritation and amusement.

“Mr. Kristofferson. Can you please join the actors on the stage?” It was more like a demand other than a question.

“Yes Ms. Blueberry.” You mutter. As you walked along the red carpet that leads to the stage, you had this un-amused look that was plastered all over your face.

As you climb the steps, you can see Octavia’s face wearing a bemused expression, like she was unsure of what was happening. In your peripheral, you could see the faces of the students with varying expressions. Some looked amused, some looked smug, hell, someone even looked jealous. But in turn, you throw them a metaphorical cardboard box that contains all of the shits you give about them (in case you were wondering, that box is empty).

“Now, you,” Ms. Blueberry started when you two were in the backstage, “you are going to play as a psychopathic pirate that is going to torture our actors on stage.”

“Please tell me this is not Vaas Montenegro from Far Cry 3.” You groaned.

“He’s no- wait, what? How did you know that?”

“Seriously, the laptops of the students here are capable to handle such games Ms. Blueberry.” You deadpanned.

“Well, this will make it much easier. Since you already know him, you’ll be able to impersonate him perfectly!” She clapped and squealed at the same time in anticipation. “Oh, this play is going to be better than I thought.”

“I hate to admit but, I think this is going to be fun.”

“Hell yeah!” Ms. Blueberry shouted

[Cut to black]

{RACIST!}

Author's Note

Chapter 9 just had a massive makeover. This chapter marks the first day of hardships for Scarf and his friends. Fortunately, there might be a little help from the power of friendship along the way.

This chapter is the worst of all, since I had noticed that the story doesn't flow really well. I noticed that some parts have more words than necessary.So that and I am in freakish need of an editor, so if some of you guys are willing, go ahead and PM me.

~Josh

[Also, I cleared the comments so future readers won't get confused.]

CH10: Welcome to MHS A.K.A THE WORST CHAPTER EVER

Chapter 10: Welcome to MHS

After theater class, you make you way to biology class. ‘Another day at Ms. Bell’s domain’ you thought. You had half hoped that Raindrops was there, just to ease the boredom. You got that feeling that you should be outside, playing the sunshine instead of doing bullshit.

After you entered the room, you saw that the room is deserted. You checked the time and saw that you were two hours early. You forgot that Ms. Blueberry gave you all an early dismissal. You silently cursed and left the room, headed for the cafeteria.

While silently muttering about class schedules, you accidentally bumped into a girl. Without looking up, you mutter your apologies and continue on your way. After a few moments of walking, you arrived at the cafeteria. You sighed and walked over to the counter.

“Heya Scarf!” You forgot that it was Pinkie Pie’s turn to operate the cafeteria today. Or maybe she didn’t tell you in the first place. Whatever the reason is, you didn’t care.

“What can I do for you today?” She asked, leaning on her elbows on the counter top.

“Ben Dover, please.”

“I’m already doing it.” She said, eyes half-lidded. You and her both share a moment and laughed heartily.

“A cup of coffee, please?” You said, the remnants of a smile were still plastered on your face.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pose for you?”

“Pinkie, coffee. NOW. Please?”

“Okie dokie lokie!” She sang as she made her way towards the back. You waited for a couple of moments before reemerged. You grinned when you saw her holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

“One steaming cup of coffee for my Scarfie warfie!” She sang.

“Uhh, thanks. I guess.” You said uneasily as you carefully take the cup from her hands. There was something creepy in her song that made you feel uneasy.

‘Scarfie warfie?’ You thought. ‘Pinkie was the only one I know who can say a cute nickname in creepy way…’ You thought the scene over and over, until finally drawing a conclusion.

‘Her voice suddenly climbs several octaves while she sang is cute too. In its own way. I wonder what I’m supposed to do now. Maybe I’m gonna do my assignmen- Oh look boobs.’

You stare at the wonderful pair in front of you, silently sipping the coffee while basking in the warmth of the huge pair of-

“Excuse me?” The girl in front of you said. You suddenly realized that each pair of boobies belong to a woman, and does not exist on their own accord. You slowly move you gave up to her face and, HOLY MOTHER OF GAWD! She is hot.

“Y-yes?” You stammer, almost dropping your coffee in the process.

“I believe we had met before, earlier this morning to be exact. We met in the corridor down this hall?” A girl, about your height, give or take a few inches, had a flowing hair of light blue, light green, cobalt blue and a light shed of pink. You took a moment of gazing at her face before thinking about what she said.

“I didn’t-” You pause in thought. Suddenly it dawned on you. “Ooh, sorry about bumping earlier. I was in a hurry.”

“In a hurry, huh? For what exactly?” You grimaced.

“Well, you got me,” you raise your hands in defeat, “I was such an ass earlier. Sorry. I’m Scarf, by the way.” You extend your hand.

“My name is Celestia, and don’t worry about earlier. All is forgiven.” She winked. You sighed in relief and began walking towards and empty seat in the corner.

“On a condition.” Your eyes lurched into your head as they try to face the girl as fast as possible.

“You must buy me some cake.” She smiled. You turned your head back towards her with your puppy eyes expression.

“B-but, I don’t have any more money.” You tried to sound more pathetically than you really are.

“I believe that Pinkie Pie is a close friend of yours.” She smirked.

“She- I don’t know her.” Your eyes automatically looked away.

“Oh really, I’m going to tell her that you don’t want to be her friend anymore.” She turned a full one eighty and headed for the counter.

“Wait! I’ll get your cake for you. Please, stand back.” You sighed in defeat.

“Good.” She smiled wide in a pure, wicked triumphant way. You walked to the counter once more. Pinkie smiled at you when she saw you coming.

“Heya Scarf! Again.” She grinned.

“Heya, Pinkie. Do you have any more…?” You started. “I don’t suppose you still have some bit of cake left in there?”

“Yup. There’s still a bunch of them.” You sighed in relief.

“Good. Three slices, please?”

“Okie dokie!”

“Three slices of chocolate goodness shoved into a little plate, coming right up!” She said.

“Uhh, Pinks? Can I have one more plate?”

“Sure!” After she gave you the cake slices, you scan the area for Celestia. You found her seated on the chair that you were supposed to sit on. Damn girl must’ave special powers.

You silently walk over to her, holding the cake in one hand and your coffee in the other. As you set down the plates on the table, you noticed that her eyes widened significantly.

“Hungry are we?” You teased.

“Gimme.” She grabbed one plate and began reaching for the dessert. You smiled and gave her the two slices of sugary chocolate goodness, might have been a gift from above.

You watched as Celestia devoured the two slices of cake. Once she had finished hers, she looked at you expectantly. Sighing, you offered her the plate which she took with a smile.

“Oh man, Pinkie Pie ish really good making thish shtuff.” Celestia tried to talk through her cake, still stuck in her mouth.

“I agree.” You said, sipping your coffee. You looked up and saw that it was nearly an hour after you have arrived at the cafeteria.

“Welp, gotta dash. See you later.” You said, picking up your stuff.

“Wait,” Celestia said, getting up from the table, “we can walk together.”

“Sure. Just, hurry up.”

Celestia had to leave you for her Physics class in the middle of your trek, leaving you alone walking towards the room. Once you saw the room marked “Biology Lab”, you sighed in relief.

As you walked into the room, you saw that students had piled up in the room since the last hour. Although there were many of them, Fluttershy and Raindrops were nowhere in sight. Sighing, you sat down at the very back of the room and let everything around you drift away…

After 5 hours of agonizing boredom, your schedule was finally done. You crashed down the cafeteria one final time and ordered two bottles of root beer. Pinkie served the acidic beverages with her usual quirky manner. Once she handed the drinks, you bade her good night and headed for the ‘Leviathan’.

After 5 minutes of lying on the grass underneath the massive tree, your phone rang. You dragged the phone out of your pocket and noted that it was 22:00. You sighed and answered the call.

“Hey Scarf!” It was Rainbow.

“Hey. How’s it going?”

“I’m fine. Where are you?” She said.

“I’m underneath my tree getting some alone time with myself.” You chuckled at your own joke.

“Okay,” she said then hung up. You just assumed that she was on the way to the Leviathan, and tucked your phone into your pocket and continued to star gaze. You gazed at the stars and took in all of their beauty. You had this little fantasy when you were just little. It was that all the stars above are actually different planets scattered all across the night sky.

Now that you are a grown up man, you know now that they are actually made up of gases that are made to fuck your shit if you get too close. But, that still doesn’t betray the fact that they are so damn beautiful.

“Beautiful aren’t they.” A female voice said.

“Mmhmm.” You mumbled.

“I’m Luna by the way.” She said, sitting next to you. You looked at her and noticed that she too ish too damn beautiful.

She was wearing a midnight blue dress that blend well with our surroundings. She had a perfect white skin tone and was a little shorter than you were. You estimated that you were taller than her by about 5 inches. But the most intresting aspect about her was her hair.

Her hair was a flowing type, like Celestia’s, although this one has only two colors in it. It had a translucent midnight blue on the outside and on the inside, it was more… opaque, more significant, cobalt blue. Glittering stars appeared to be twinkling inside her hair, making it more awesome. You took a moment to gaze at it before answering.

“I’m Scarf.” You said, pointing at the towel at your left shoulder.

“But, that’s a towel.” She said.

“I know right. But Pinkie said that it was, so no one argued.” You shrugged and you heard her giggle.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing. I just remembered that Pinkie Pie wore a chicken costume on last year’s Nightmare Night.” She said and continued giggling.

“Really? Can you show me a picture?” You asked. You and her both laugh at the picture for a few moments before moments.

“Say, Luna,” you said, “you kinda look like Celestia.”

“Probably, they say that she and I look exactly the same. Some say we don’t.”

“Your hair is…” You start but she cut you off.

“I know. It looks a lot like my sister’s.”

“So Celestia’s your sister hmmm,” you concluded, “well, she does love cake.”

“Really?” She said. It was almost unbelievable for her not to know that her sister loves cake, so maybe she’s dropping one of does sarcastic ‘I-know-right’ lines.

“She made me treat her cake just for bumping her in the corridor.”

“I didn’t know sister would stoop that low,” she paused as she looked at the time, “woops, I gotta go. She’s probably waiting for me. It’s been a great time meeting you. Bye.” You watch her wave as she ran down the path towards Building B.

You sighed and moved up to the tree itself and closed your eyes. After a few minutes, you saw the familiar rainbow-headed girl walk down the large patch that covers about one-third of MHS. She had a scowl on her face and looked like she was ready to burst.

“Scarf!” She called. You can already sense the anger in her voice. You crack open one eye and saw that she was now standing in front of you.

“Yes?” You said as calmly as possible.

“What were you doing in the past 2 hours?” She almost shouted.

“Uhh, staying under my tree?”

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep.”

“I uhh- maybe?” Rainbow sighed and her expression softened.

“You got me so worried, Scarf.” She said and sat down next to you.

“I figured. Here, have some root beer.” You hand over the beer which had sleeping pills inside it. Not that you wanted to rape her or sumthin’, you just figured that it would be funny if she was drugged for a day.

You talked with her after a while and the drug’s effect began to kick in.

“Scawf?” She said, rather sultry.

“Yes?”

“Can you cawwy me into the dowm?” She said, dropping her face on your shoulder. “Pwease?” She said.

“Fine.” You grinned and sat on one knee, waiting for her to get on. After a while she fell onto your back, snoring. Cursing, you grab her thighs and stood up. She almost fell on your first try so you sat back down again.

After a few tries, you were finally able to carry her properly. After several steps, Rainbow stirred and mumbled something.

“Scawf?” She finally said.

“Yes?”

“Did you ewer fell in wov with someone?” She asked.

“Yeah. But she’s gone now.” You said.

“Do you want to fall in wov agwain?” She said.

“That would be nice, but I got studies to worry about.”

“I wike you, Scawf.” She said, dropping her head once more into your left shoulder and began tracing circles into your hair.

“Really?”

“Yes. Don’t you like me?” You went silent this time.

“I wasn’t really serious back then, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You sighed grimly.

“But… I… thought you wiked me back then…” She sounded like she’s sobbing.

“Ti amo, per favore, non rovinare tutto.” She said. This time, you stopped. It felt like a hammer was suddenly dropped on your chest.

“Dash…” You whispered. “I… I’m sorry.” She was still sobbing on your back. Then she jumped off of your back and ran the whole way, crying. You just stood there in shock, confusion, and most of all guilt.

‘Was I really serious back then?’ You thought. ‘Thinking back, I see that I wasn’t really serious. About the times we chased each other, the time that we kissed. The time we spent under that tree... Was I really serious?

You make your way back to Building C. When you open the door to your room, you saw that no one was there. There was no Steven, no Octavia, only a sobbing Rainbow Dash.

“Dash…”

“So you’ve finally arrived?” Dash said, anger filling her voice.

“I’m sorry Dash. I just –…”

“What? You just weren’t serious back then? That you just played with me like your toy? What am I to you?”

“It’s not like that.” You say.

“Really? Then what do you mean by ‘I wasn’t really serious back then’, huh?” Dash awaited for your response, but none came. “You fooled me, Scarf. You played me into liking you so that you can hurt me afterwards. I’m really, really disappointed in you, Scarf. Don’t talk to me forever.” She said and lied in her bed with her bad towards you. You lied in your own bed and thought over what happened. You thought about it over and over and over again. It seemed really hopeless for you and Dash to be together once more.

Then you realized, you had three options.

1.)Kill yourself.

2.)Be a pussy and run away.

3.)Man up and revive your relationship with Dash.

‘Number 2 it is. You got up and looked at Dash. Her naturally messy rainbow hair looked messier than usual. She still had stains on her face that showed where her tears dropped from her eyes. There was a strong urge to hug her and never let go, but you resisted that urge. You smiled as you knew that this is probably the last time you’ll ever see her. You then grabbed all your clothes and shoved them into a travelling bag you saw in the cabinet. It was Steven’s but you didn’t care. Next, you hid your laptop into the very top of one of the cabinets in the closet. Once you were done, you grab your travelling bag and slung it over your shoulder.

“I love you, Dash.” You said as you left a small note on the bedside table and left the room. Then, you quickly headed for the exit. As you come upon the massive gate, you said to the guard that your gonna go out for a while. Thankfully, he let you despite it being so late in the evening.

Your phone rang a couple of minutes later. You saw that it was Dash and purposely hung up. After about 2 calls later, she sent a text message.

Scarf, please don’t do this. I’m sorry if I broke your heart. You broke mine too but, please, don’t go. You’re the only thing that matters most to me. Please.

You sighed and texted her back.

If you really mean it, meet me at the Starbucks café outside. NOW

You then proceeded to bang your phone on your head. You realized that you should have stayed and hugged her and apologize. It would be easier that way but NO! You pussied out and you are now facing the consequences. It would very difficult now to earn Dash’s trust back.

After a couple minutes of waiting, you were tackled to the ground by a figure. It wore a dark jacket and had denim pants.

“Gimme all your money!” She demanded.

“Dash?” You said, confused. The perpetrator removed her hood and it was revealed that it was actually Rainbow Dash. Now you noticed something peculiar about her. Her face was clean now; tear stains are no more! The next thing is she is grinning so happily that it can be deduced that nothing happened between you two earlier. The last and the most disturbing thing was, her face seemed to glow. The glow seemed to make her more beautiful and … awesome?

“Dash?” You repeated.

“I’m really, really sorry about what happened. I should have acted better than that. Not cry like a girl.”

“Technically Dash, you are a girl.”

“Yes but, that’s beside the point. The point is that the situation could have been better if we didn’t act like dicks.”

“Yeah. So…. I think you and I both deserve a punishment for that.”

“I agree. So Scarf, you’re not supposed to play games for a whole week!” She said pulling you up.

“Well, I suppose I’m still allowed to play that game.”

“What game?”

“You know, the one you and I both enjoy. That game?” You smirked.

“Pervert!” She stuck her tongue out.

“Alright. So Dash, you are not supposed to cuddle or kiss me in one day.”

“Aww, I think I might break that one.” She hugged you tight and kissed you feverously. Not the kiss-him-lightly-or-he’ll-might-get-hurt kiss. Oh no, not that. It more like the kiss-him-so-hard-so-that-he’ll-know-that-you-mean-business kiss. So you kissed her back with equal enthusiasm.

‘Oh look! Kissing time! Quick, more movement! Rub her sides! Deploy tongue!’ Your brain tried to catch up with Dash’s ferocity, but still failed so you let her take the lead. You could feel her pulse rising. You could feel her tongue dance around yours, subtly displaying dominance. You continued like this for what felt like hours.

You broke the kiss because you need to catch your fucking breaths.

“Let’s continue this at the dorm.” She said.

“Okay.” You smiled. “So, we’re back together again?”

She smirked and said, “Not officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet cause in that case, you gotta take me out on a date first. But yeah, I think we’re good…” She shrugged.

“When’s a good time to take you on a date?”

“How ‘bout tomorrow. Underneath the tree.”

“Yup, underneath the tree where our fight began. Good idea.” You grabbed her hand as you both reenter Manehattan High School, where shitty things like this happen.

Author's Note

The chapter sucked. The last part was douchey. A pitiful try at writing a sad story and it sucked.

Totally.

Well, anyway guys. Here's chapter 10, hope you guys enjoy it. At least. Welp, the choice at the end, the pussy out part is kinda part of Scarf's plan to get Dash back. Yes I know it sucked, please stop pointing that out. JK