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Today's Horoscope (Virgo): Share your good fortune with others today. It's the right thing to do.

After School

Tennis practice is murder today. The coach is working the guys extra-hard while the girls are pretty much goofing off. Our first matches are on Saturday.

Evening

By the time I get home from tennis practice, I'm exhausted. I still have homework to do, so I grab a snack in my room and get started.

I'm just starting on my history homework when I get a video call from my parents. I've only spoken to them a few times since the start of the school year.

"How're you doing, son?" Dad asks.

"Pretty good," I say. "My friends are crazy, my girlfriend and I are getting along well, and I'm teaching one of the girls to play guitar. Got a tennis match Saturday."

"You play tennis?" Mom asks. "Since when?"

I shrug. "Since one of my dormmates convinced me to join the team."

"Oh, okay. Well...do your best!"

I talk to them for a few minutes, then get back to my homework. I don't know why they bother calling. I've already told them about tennis twice. They don't really listen. The only thing I've told them that they really took interest in was my having a girlfriend.

When I go downstairs for dinner, Twilight looks concerned. "What's wrong?" she asks.

I sigh. "My folks called. They still suck."

Twilight hugs me. "Don't be like that. They're still your family."

"Yeah..."

After dinner, I go upstairs and find a notification on my computer that an extra four hundred dollars has been added to my account.

Sometimes it seems like that really is all my parents are good for...

I think about Pinkie's problems with her family.

I remember what Pinkie said about wanting a cookbook.

I fire up the website for an online bookstore. While I do so, I pull out my phone. "Hey, Twilight? Do you happen to know the name of that cookbook Pinkie Pie wants? It's some kind of book about baking cakes and cupcakes...she said it was pretty expensive. Could you maybe find out, like fast? No, don't just straight out ask her. Maybe like...ask her what the best book about baking is? Yeah...the kind of question you'd be likely to ask. Cool, thanks."

I put my phone away, and idly browse the website. About five minutes later, Twilight comes into my room. "It's Mulia Milds' 507 Perfect Desserts and How to Make Them Shine."

"Wow. That's a mouthful." I type that into the search bar.

"What are you doing?" Twilight asks.

"What do you think?"

I open the page for the book.

Twilight gapes at the price. "OUCH! For a cookbook?!"

"I'm pretty sure it's for professionals...or at least serious bakers..."

"You're not going to..."

I click Add to Cart.

Twilight gasps. "Seriously?"

"She quit the tennis team to save up for this book because her parents are dicks and won't buy it for her for her birthday. My parents do nothing but give me money. I figure it balances out."

Twilight wraps her arms around my shoulders. "You're too sweet for your own good, you know that?"

"I know," I say. A little typing later, and the order is placed.

There's a knock at the door. "Am I interrupting anything?"

Crap...it's Coach.

"Hey Shiny," Twilight says. "We're just doing some birthday shopping for Pinkie. Well, Flash is. He asked me to do some recon."

"I see," Shining Armor says. "Well...it's getting late. You should probably go back to your room, Twily."

"I will in a minute," Twilight says. "Did you come upstairs to bother us, or did you come to apologize to Cadance?"

Shining Armor is silent.

Twilight walks over and closes the door.

I sigh. "Don't provoke him."

"He's my brother. I'll poke him with a stick if I want." She picks up my television remote and turns it on, then grabs a soda from my fridge. "I think I'll stay here a while."

I shake my head and grab a drink of my own and a bag of chips, which we share as we watch some hilariously cheesy old martial arts movie.