Wednesday, February 17, 2016

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Today's Horoscope (Virgo): Pisces' hunting period starts in two days. I don't know who the target is or when Pisces will show up. Be careful.

Early Morning

Huh. So much for the security upgrades...

After breakfast, Celestia clears her throat. "Rainbow Dash, I could use some help this morning...would you mind terribly riding with me to school?"

"Huh? Me?" Rainbow asks, blinking.

"You're usually last to leave the dorm," Pinkie pointed out. "You sit around watching TV until you're almost late. The rest of us have stuff to do before we leave, but you don't!"

"Well..." Rainbow scratches the back of her head. "Okay," she says nervously.

When I head out with Twilight to walk Spike, she comments, "Wonder what that was all about?"

"I, uhh...may have told Celestia about Rainbow's crush on her," I say. "She's...gonna clear the air."

Twilight blinks at me. "You did WHAT?"

"I had to," I say. "You saw Rainbow last night. Celestia was worried about her."

Twilight sighs. "Well, I just hope Rainbow doesn't kill you in your sleep."

"Or kick me in the balls."

"Or kill you with your own balls," Pinkie says, popping up suddenly out of nowhere. Spike lets out an alarmed yelp.

"GAH!" Twilight cries. "Pinkie!"

"How would that even..." I shake my head. "You know...nevermind."

After School

After tennis practice, Pinkie walks up to me. "Hey, Flash? Can we go somewhere to talk?"

"Sure."

We swing by Sugar Cube Corner to grab a snack, then head to the old playground.

Pinkie sits beside me on a bench. She looks upset. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asks.

"Tell you what?"

"About...about Sunset Shimmer raping you," she says softly. She's crying.

I sigh. "I didn't...I didn't want anybody to know," I say. "I..." I look down at my lap. "I was...angry. Ashamed. Upset. I don't know. I just..."

"You told Twilight, you told Luna, you told Cadance, but you couldn't tell me?"

"Twilight and Luna saw me chasing her out of the dorm," I say. "Cadance had to know because she had to excuse me from school." I shake my head. "It was hard to convince Luna not to have Sunset Shimmer arrested."

"WHY, though?" Pinkie asks. "She broke in and attacked you!"

"Because I don't want the whole fucking world knowing, okay?!" I yell. "I didn't even want the rest of the dorm to know!" I run my hands through my hair. "I woke up to find a crazy girl I hate riding my dick. Look at it from my point of view! When a girl gets raped, everybody's upset and screaming for blood. When it happens to a guy?" I sigh. "Everybody would be laughing at me. I...I can't deal with that. I've got enough bullshit to deal with."

Pinkie stares at me. "You really...you really think that's what'd happen? If the truth came out?"

"I know it would," I say.

Pinkie pulls me into a hug. "I wouldn't laugh at you. The other girls didn't laugh at you. We pretty much all wanna kill Sunset Shimmer for what she did to you." She looks me in the eyes. "Don't ever keep something like this from me again, okay?"

"Pinkie..."

"I mean it, Flash," she says. "You're too important to me. Don't shut me out. I want to be there for you. No matter what."

I swallow heavily. "A-alright." I sigh. "I'm sorry."

We sit there in silence for a long time before we head home.

Evening

I haven't even gotten my laptop out to start on my homework when Rainbow barges into my room holding a big pair of scissors. "Whip it out, dude," she growls. "I'm cuttin' it off."

"Gah! What the hell?" I cover my lap with my laptop bag. Rainbow advances on me, a terrifying expression on her face...

...which dissolves into snickers as she tosses the scissors on the bed and clutches her stomach. "Oh my god, your FACE!" she howls. She drops to the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Nah, I'm not mad."

I let out a sigh of relief. "So, you talked to Celestia?"

Rainbow sighs. "Yeah. She said...she said she's flattered, but she's just not into girls and, well..." She chuckles. "It's not like she could do something like that with a kid anyway." She tilts her head. "Well I mean she could, but it's not really a good idea." She smirks. "She did say that if she were twenty years younger, she'd try to steal you from Twilight."

"Really?"

"Nope!" Rainbow grins. She blushes. "But...she did say you were more her type than, well..." She coughs. "So...I'm thinkin' I might try to set her up with my dad."

I stare at her. "Seriously?"

She shrugs. "Why not? I mean, Dad's not gonna be playin' soccer forever. He's gonna need to settle down sooner or later."

"Huh. Well...good luck with that."

"Thanks for...y'know...bein' nosy an' stuff," Rainbow says, sticking her tongue out at me. "Later!"

After she leaves, I do my homework, then head down to dinner.

After dinner, I'm practicing my guitar when there's a knock on my door. It's Sweetie Belle.

"I need...I need some more advice," she says.

"Sure."

Sweetie walks in and sits down. "Umm...so..."

"How did your date with that Button kid go?" I ask. "I never did hear anything about that."

Sweetie ducks her head. "That's...what I wanted to talk about," she says. "Oh, I mean, umm...it was kind of awkward, but...but I didn't mind, because Button's kinda cute when he's awkward. But..." She sighs. "I don't think we really have anything in common."

I shrug. "Does that really matter? I mean, look at me and Twilight. She spends most of her time reading, I spend half my time playing guitar. She's on track to be class valedictorian, I'm...kind of a slacker."

"No you're not," Sweetie says. "You're always doing stuff and going places and...you're cool!"

I shrug. "My point is, me and Twi are totally different, but...we're in love. Sometimes two people just click."

"Hmm. I'm not sure if I click with Button," Sweetie admits. "I like him, but..."

"Well, that's a start," I say. "It's something to build on. How does he feel about you?"

Sweetie Belle snorts. "I have no idea. He never shuts up about video games."

"Well...just give him a chance, okay? I'm sure he'll come around."

Sweetie sighs. "I guess. Thanks." She stands up. "I've still got homework to finish." She leaves.

I spend another half hour practicing, then write an e-mail to my parents and go to bed.