A Flexible Dream Pt. 1 (2nd Rev.)

>You are Anon, 17 years old.
>Today is the first day of your senior year at Equestria High School.
>Damn, last year already?
>It didn't feel like it was that long ago when you walked through these halls as a plucky young freshman.
>As you walk into the main foyer, you see the usual hustle and bustle of school life.
>Just about everyone is packed around the bulletin boards, where the new homeroom locations are posted.
>You check your watch.
>7:44 am.
>Class starts in about 45 minutes, enough time to wait for the masses to dissipate from the bulletin boards, so you can finally find out where you're headed before the bell rings.
>40 minutes in, and the mob has died down enough for you to scan the poster for your name.
>Physics, Mr. K, Room 205.
>Not too far.  You can make it there in five minutes.
>The halls are still pretty packed as students try to find their way to class.
>You make way to the nearest stairwell to head up to the second floor.
>As you near the stairwell, you hear a commotion swelling behind you.
>Pretty normal for the first day, you think, but something unbeknownst to you compels you to look back.
>You barely get a glimpse of what's  behind you, when a blur of pink and green rushes past and knocks you off balance.
"OOF...!"
>On instinct, you reach out to the handrail to regain your balance.
>But it slips.
>You continue to fall, and the left side of your jaw smashes into the railing.
*WHACK*
>A sharp white flash fills your vision, and pink and purple spots dance before your eyes as you tumble to the ground.
>“So-ry--!”
>You can't hear much more than a muffled voice, due to the fact that your ears are ringing.
>The high-pitched ring in your ears doesn’t take long to subside.
>“Crap, I'm gonna be late for homeroom!  SORRY!”
>You pick yourself back up as your vision starts to clear, the dancing spots slowly dissipating from your sight.
>You look around to see if whoever ran into you is still nearby, but it seems like they’re gone.
>Rubbing your jaw gently, you notice a folded piece of paper by your foot.
>You pick up the paper and are about to unfold it when you notice the time on your watch.
>8:28 am
>Shit.
>No time to look at it now; get your ass to class before the bell.
>You pocket the paper and head up the stairs.
>You make it into the classroom with only a few seconds to spare.
>You find an empty desk and take a seat.
>The teacher goes through his introductory spiel and passes out everyone’s schedules, class syllabi, etc.
>It’s the same old song and dance.
>The next two classes go by about the same, but with an aching jaw, now that the endorphin rush has worn off.
>Eventually, the lunch bell rings, and you start making your way to the cafeteria.
>Your jaw doesn't hurt so much that you can't eat, but you’re not feeling particularly hungry anyway, so you grab just an apple and make your way to the outdoor patio area.
>As you sit down at one of the tables, you remember the piece of paper you put in your pocket this morning.
>Now would be a good time to see what it’s all about, you think.
>It’s probably some dumb love letter, or perhaps silly doodles.
>You take out the piece of paper and unfold it.
>It’s an application for the gymnastics team tryouts.
“Gymnastics, huh?”
>You skim through it and take note of the name written down.
“Blossomforth…”
>Is that who that blur of pink and green that knocked you over was this morning?
>Cute name.
>Still needs to watch where she’s going.
>You notice at the bottom of the form in bold letters,
>ALL APPLICATIONS MUST BE HANDED IN BEFORE 3:30 PM ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!
>Well.
>Between classes, that doesn't give you a lot of time to find her.
>You could just say "screw it," and leave her hanging.
>Much like she did to you this morning.
>...
>Fuck it, you'll give her the benefit of the doubt.
>What happened could have happened to anyone; you just happened to be the unlucky winner today.
>You quickly walk back into the cafeteria and scan around, looking for anyone with pink and green hair.
>You see a few pinks, and a few greens, but none with both.
>You walk back out to the outdoor patio.
>No luck out there either.
>Odd.
>The cafeteria's reputation for good food has held over many years.
>No one who attends here skips out on lunch.
>...Unless they're new.
>There’s two more classes to go, and school lets out at 2:30, so that gives you only an hour and change to find her and give the application back.
>There’s still 20 minutes left for lunch, so you head out of the cafeteria and continue your search.
>You don’t get too far out before a sudden bout of vertigo causes your steps to falter.
>You manage to brace yourself against a nearby wall.
>Nausea hits you shortly thereafter.
>It takes every ounce of willpower to not puke on the floor.
"Stupid brain.  I'm not poisoned..."
>You realize now that you’ve had a dull headache, in addition to the aching jaw, throughout the day.
>You must have hit that rail harder than you thought.
>The dizziness passes, and you decide to make for the Nurse’s Office to get checked out.
~~~
>”Well..." Nurse Redheart begins to speak as she examines you.
>"From what you’ve described to me, and what I'm seeing so far, it seems you’re suffering from a mild concussion.”
>The news startles you slightly.
“No kidding?  Don’t those only happen when you get knocked out?”
>The nurse grinned and chuckled.
>”Not always.  Though you’re pretty much guaranteed one if you are.”
>She shines a penlight in both of your eyes.
>”Well, your eyes are focusing like they should, so that’s a good sign.  You don’t have any after school activities, do you?”
“No, but.”
>”Even better.  Take it easy for the rest of the day, and try to get plenty of rest tonight.  You should be fine by tomorrow.  Here’s something for your headache, and take this too.”
>She jots down something on a pad of paper, tears off the top sheet and hands it to you.
>A tardiness excuse.
>”Just in case you end up late for your class.”
“Thank you, nurse!”
>”One more thing: Don’t go whipping your head around or anything like that.  We don’t need your brain sloshing around in your skull any more than it already has!”
“Got it.  Thanks again!”
>You head off to your next class, keeping an eye out for Blossomforth along the way.
>No luck yet.
>You’re not entirely surprised.  This school is huge, and it’s likely that all of her classes could be on the opposite side of yours.
>You wonder if it's still worth it to find her.
>Why are you even going out of your way in the first place?
>You've typically kept to yourself, and kept your nose out of other people's affairs.
>You don't even do this kind of stuff for your friends, much less someone who just ran into you this morning.
>And yet, you have this feeling that you should see this through to the end.
>You can't explain it.
>Your conscience?
>Or maybe it’s just that once you commit to something, you should see it through to the end, like your parents always taught you.
>Maybe both?
>No time to think about it now.
>Your last period passes, and the final bell rings.
>Only one hour left.
>You quickly make your way to the front doors to see if you can catch her on your way out.
>10 minutes pass, nothing yet.
>20 minutes, still nothing.
>30 minutes, no sign of her.
>This is not looking good.
>The amount of students heading out the doors is thinning, and she is nowhere among them.
>40 minutes, and no one is left.
“Shit.  She’s gotta still be here.”
>Since this is for the gymnastics team, there's a good chance that she’ll be near the gym areas, so you make your way there.
>You find the room where the applications are being dropped off.
>You step inside and walk towards the lady at the table.
>”Hello there!  Are you here to apply for the gymnastics team tryouts?”
“Me?  Oh, no.  I found this on the floor earlier today.  Can I turn it in to you?”
>”Let me see…”
>You hand her the application and she gives it a once over.
>She looks up at you and slowly raises an eyebrow.
>”…is your name Blossomforth?”
“Uh, no.  My name is Anonymous.  Like I said, I found this application earlier.”
>She gives a small sigh.
>”Unfortunately, I can’t accept this.  Too many people have turned in applications for other people as a prank far too many times in the past.”
>Okay, yeah, you could see that.
>”…But you don’t strike me as the type to do such a thing.”
“Okay…so what do you propose we do about this?”
>She thinks for a few seconds.
>”Tell you what.  If you can find her and bring her to me, and she is able to verify her identity, then I will accept the application, and she will be eligible for tryouts next week.”
>You breathe a slight sigh of relief.  You still have a chance.
>The lady notices this and smirks.
>”You seem pretty worried about this.  Are you her boyfriend?”
“What?  No.  I mean, I-I don’t even know her.  She nearly knocked me out this morning though…”
>She chuckles at the fact that you’re flustered.
>”I’m just teasing you!  Don’t get so worked up, son!”
>You roll your eyes at her.
>”Hurry up and go find her!  You don’t have much time!  Just because you’re so considerate, I’ll stick around for another 10 minutes after the deadline, but not a minute longer, so hurry!”
“Right, thank you!”
>You bolt out the door and continue your search.
>10 minutes after the deadline leaves you with…
>You look at your watch.
>18 minutes.
>Okay, you can still do this.
>The gym areas are the only other logical place to look.
>It’s still a lot of ground to cover.
>You try every door that’s unlocked and look around for her.
>She is nowhere to be found.
>Damn it, where is she?
>You reach another hallway and try calling out her name.
“Blossomforth?!”
>No answer yet.
>You glance at your watch again.
>Four minutes.
>Your anxiety is starting to build up as you continue your frantic search.
>You slow down as you round a corner, trying to catch your breath.
>You then hear what sounds like classical music coming from behind the door in front of you.
>Wait, this is the P.E. supply room.
>There's light coming from the bottom of the door.
>Someone is in there.  Do you think...?
>You walk up to the door and open it slowly.
>You start to call out as you peek inside.
"Bloss--"
>Your voice stops short as your eyes fall upon the figure in the middle of the room.
>She stood there, eyes closed, her pink and green hair tied up in a bun, her bangs covering her forehead.
>She had on a black leotard and a gymnastics ball in her hands.
>The music was quiet at first, but started to build slowly.
>As she started her routine, her movements flowed perfectly in time with the song.
>Such superb muscle control.
>The ball stayed perfectly balanced on her lithe body and she manipulated and contorted herself.
>You were utterly transfixed.
>Her smooth legs, her pale skin, her modest but forgiving bosom.
>That toned and shapely ass.
>As the routine finished, she returned to her starting position.
>Slowly, she opened her eyes.
>Her striking blue eyes.
>Everything about her was...was…
“Beautiful…”
>It was then that she suddenly noticed that she was no longer alone in the room.
>Her eyes locked onto yours, and you then felt a chill run up your spine.
>”Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting an audience…”
>Her face flushed from embarrassment.
>”H-how long were you standing there?”
>You stand there, still speechless.
>She takes a few steps, and waves her hand in front of your face.
>”Um…hello?”
>You blink once, and snap out of your blissful stupor.
“Wha...? Oh!  Ummm…quite a while, actually.  Enough to see that impressive performance.”
>Her face further reddened.
“Blossomforth, that’s your name right?”
>”How did you know my name?”
“It was on the tryouts application that you dropped this morning.  The one…you…dropped…”
>You pale as you suddenly realize your situation.
>You fearfully look at your watch.
>3:48 pm.
“…earlier.”
>What hits you is not a wave of dizziness, this time, but one of despair.
>You slump in defeat, and shame smothers you.
>All of the trouble you went through to make sure she got in the tryouts was in vain.
>All because you got awestruck by her performance.
“Ah, crap.  I’m sorry.  This whole day I’ve been looking for you so I could give you your application back, and now it’s too late.  I ruined it for you…”
>”The tryouts application?  I was wondering what had happened to it.  I actually just grabbed another one from the lady where they were accepting the applications and filled it out there during lunch break!”
>...What?
>You look up at her in slight shock, and then realize your folly.
>You lean against a wall and slide to the ground.
>You start to laugh at the silliness of it all.
>A sharp jolt of pain in your jaw causes you to wince, cutting your laughing short.
"Ow, heh."
>Blossomforth walks over and crouches down beside you.
>She notices the blemish on your jaw.
>“Ouch, that looks like that hurts.”
>It takes a second or two, but it finally clicks for her.
>”Wait, you were the one I ran into this morning, by the stairwell!  Are you alright?  I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”
>You look up and notice the slightly worried look on her face.  Damn, even that’s cute.
“Oh this?  I'll be okay.  Went to the nurse’s office and they said it was just a mild concussion.  It's no big deal.”
>She breathes a sigh of relief.
>”Thank god.  I was in such a rush to get to homeroom that I didn’t see you in my way.  It’s been kind of eating at me the whole day that I left you like that.”
“Well, I appreciate the concern.  I mean, it certainly hurt, but I’ve taken harder hits than that before.”
>”That’s still no excuse for what I did this morning…”
>She looks kinda down about it.
>That doesn’t suit a girl like her.
“Maybe, but what’s done is done.  I don’t fault you for it.  I wouldn’t want to be late for homeroom on the first day of school either.”
>She seems to calm down, accepting your forgiveness.
"Just...keep an eye on where you're going, and we'll call it good."
>"Heh, okay.  I can do that."
>You stand up and reach your hand out for hers.
>She smiles more and takes your hand.
>As you lift her up, she gazes up at you, and you get that chill up your spine again.
>Woah.
>”Well, I’ll still feel bad if I just leave it like this.  I mean, I can't say that such a cute guy went so far out of his way to help me before.”
“Hmmm?”
>Wait, she just called you cute, right?
>She turns around and walks over to her bag and pulls out a pen and a note pad.
>You hear her scribble on it, then tear the sheet off.
>She walks back over to you and hands you the paper.
“This is for being such a sweet guy.”
>You look down at the paper.
>It’s her phone number and address.
>Holy shit.
>“Tryouts aren’t until next week, so I’ll be free this weekend.  What about you, hmmm?”
>Holy fucking shit.
“Uhhh, yeah, I'm free!  Friday at six?”
>She giggles a little at your nervous reply.
>”Sounds like a date to me!”
>She walks up to you and kisses gently where she ran into your jaw.
>Your face suddenly feels warm.
>”See you then, um…”
>You stand there for a moment until you realize that you hadn’t even told her your name.
“Oh!  My name’s Anonymous!”
>”Well, see you then, Anonymous…”
>She giggles and winks at you cutely before gathering her things and walking out of the room.
>Good god.
>Did that really just happen!?
>Your first day at school, and you’ve already landed a date with a cute girl.  Maybe this year will be different after all…