Tuesday, September 15, 2015

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Today's Horoscope (Virgo): You may find yourself in an awkward situation today.

Early Morning

Music club is this afternoon. I can only hope Trixie is less of a pain in the ass than she was last time.

After School

Trixie is sitting in a corner of the room sulking today. Her bad mood is permeating the room.

Half the club leaves early for one reason or another. The rest finally pack it in after only about forty minutes. I decide to finish out the song I'm playing, then pack up and leave; I should still have time to go shopping before heading back to the dorm.

Trixie suddenly stalks over to where I'm playing and plugs her guitar into the amp next to mine. She starts playing a slow opening riff to a familiar song. Her eyes are directly on me.

Eh, what the hell. I wait until I'm supposed to jump in, and start playing the accompanying melody. Even though we don't have anyone handy to play rhythm or bass, we play the entire song, just the two guitar lines, straight to the end; Trixie plays the ending solo.

As the final notes ring out from our guitars, Trixie looks down and says, "Trixie feels like...I feel like I'm alone sometimes." She looks back up at me. "Seeing that picture that's going around...of you with Twilight Sparkle...the two of you look so happy...it hurts." She looks down at her guitar, running her fingers along the length of the strings. "I should have friends. I should have somebody close to me like that. I'm beautiful, I'm talented...I can play guitar and I can do magic...why am I all alone? Why am I all by myself?" She stands up, unplugs her amp, grabs her gig bag and her bookbag, and runs from the room.

Well that was depressing. I pack up and stop by Sugar Cube Corner for a pick-me-up, then I head back to the dorm.

Evening

Upon returning to my room, I find a small paper bag sitting on my bed. Curious, I set my things down and open it up.

There's a box of condoms inside, with a post-it note attached that says "Just In Case!" and has a heart drawn on it.

Oh, for...

Instead of throwing them away, I hide them in the sock drawer in my closet. I like that the closet has a small built-in dresser along the side for socks and underwear and stuff. It saves space, and these dorm rooms are cramped enough as it is.

After dinner, it's my turn to take out the trash. As I'm hauling three heavy bags of trash out to the curb, I hear yelling coming from Nurse Cadance's place. It sounds like she and Coach are really getting into it...

A door slams, and Cadance storms out, looking furious. She sees me and looks uncomfortable, hesitant. She walks over, grabs one of the bags of trash from me, and throws it in one of the plastic pickup bins hard enough to split it.

I stash the other bags more sedately.

Cadance turns to me, hands on her hips. "Is it me? It's him, isn't it."

"Uhh...problem?" I ask sheepishly.

Cadance sighs, running her hands through her hair. "It's...it's nothing."

"That didn't sound like nothing," I say.

She sighs. "You...you heard all that."

"I just heard yelling, I couldn't tell what you were yelling about. It's none of my business anyway."

Cadance digs her keys out of her pocket and heads for her SUV. "I need to bail for a bit," she says. "I could use some company."

It's getting late, but...

I decide to go with her. We drive to a donut place which is open late, where Cadance orders us both coffee and donuts, then she drives out to the park. We sit in the car, drinking coffee and eating donuts.

"I don't know what his problem is," she says after almost fifteen minutes of silence. "We're practically still newlyweds. Things were going great until about a week before school. I mean, it was like, almost every night." She sighs. "We haven't had sex in a month. A whole fucking month!"

I'm not sure I should really be hearing this...

Cadance wolfs down a donut, then takes a long sip of coffee. "You'd have sex with me, right? If we were married."

How the hell am I supposed to answer that?

"Of course you would," she says. "Any sane man would. I don't get what his problem is." She starts the engine and drives back to the dorm. "Promise me something?" she says after several more minutes. "Twilight's lucky to have a guy as sweet and considerate as you. Don't turn into an asshole, okay?"

"I won't," I say.

We reach the dorm. Cadance leans over. "Thanks for listening to me," she says. "I just...needed to vent." She kisses me on the cheek, lingering a bit longer than is really comfortable.

I head up to my room, feeling blood rushing to my face and...elsewhere.

Twilight peeks her head in. "You were gone an awfully long time for just taking out the trash," she says.

"Went to get a donut," I say. I waggle my fingers at her, which are still sticky with donut glaze.

"Oh. Okay." She pauses, frowning. "Wait...the donut place is..."

"With Nurse Cadance," I say. "She was headed out while I was taking out the trash, asked me to go with." Remembering I still have a donut in a paper bag, I offer it to Twilight. As she accepts it, I remember the conversation in the car. "Twilight? Sit with me for a bit. Let's cuddle."

She gives me an odd look, but sits down next to me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

She stays until nearly eleven, then heads down to her room. I remember I haven't done my homework yet, but I'm too tired right now...I'll do it in the morning.