MDL - A Symphony for You (Octavia, unfinished)

>'Damn it, not again!'
>Your legs burn from sprinting.
"I can't be late again."
>You turn a corner.
>The classroom is in your sights.
>Your able to find inner strength and push harder.
>3 seconds to go.
>You're not gonna make it!
>Dive through the door as the bell rings.
>It looked so badass, explosions might as well have gone off in the background.
>Stand up panting.
>Everyone's looking at you, some in awe and others in shock.
>"Mr. Anon! Why are you late?"
"I'm not late, I dove through the door so I wouldn't be."
>The teacher gives you the stank eye.
>"Fair enough, go sit down."
>Give a sigh of relief.
>The last thing you need is to get into trouble.
>Scan the room for a seat.
>See a hand motioning to you.
>It's Twilight Sparkle, your best friend.
>Nod to her and walk over.
>Place your belongings down and sit.
>"Sleep through your alarm again?" Twilight whispers, leaning over toward you.
"Shuddup." You say to your snickering friend.
>'It's amazing how much she's changed.' You think to yourself.
>You gaze at her long legs that lead to her firm ass.
>Her hour glass figure is topped off with the face of a goddess.
>She has purple eyes that can hold pure happiness and then storming rage.
>Her smile is bright enough to guide a blind man through the dark.
>Long locks of midnight blue hair falls well below her shoulders.
>Every guy in the school wants to be with her.
>You'd try to go for her, but you know you're in the friend zone.
>It still amazes you how a girl, that no boy would even wanna be seen with, is now one of the most sought after girls.
>Throughout her younger years Twilight's looks were no less than... horrible.
>Boys used to call her, "Terrible Twilight".
>It wasn't the greatest insult, but it hurt her non the less.
>That's how you two became friends.
>One day, a group of boys were chasing her and throwing rocks, trying to hit her.
>You were walking home from school when you saw this.
>It wasn't going to fly with you.
>When they ran across you, you tripped one.
>His body made a smacking sound when it contacts the ground.
>The boy sits up and begins to tear up.
>It made the other two turn around and approach you.
>"Hey! Who do you think you are?"
>One of the kids asks while shoving your shoulder.
"It's rude to pick on girls."
>The boy who shoved you reels his fist back.
>Take no time to quickly pop him in the mouth.
>He stumbles back and checks his bleeding mouth.
>One boy, large for his age, hammers his fists into the back of your head.
>You grip the back of your head and sharply turn around to see your attacker.
>He suddenly picks you up off the ground and slams you on your back.
>A loud, pain filled moan escapes your mouth.
>The large boy begins to pound on your face.
>If it wasn't for the adrenaline and the endorphin rush, you would have blacked out long ago.
>As the boy brings down his fist to deliver another heavy blow, you move your head.
>The boys hand hits the hard ,concrete ground.
>He grabs his hand and hollers in pain.
>You roll him off you and begin to reverse the roles by beating his face in.
>The rest of the group of boys tackles you off of him.
>They circle around you and lay down a storm of kicks and punches.
>They pummel you for a solid five minutes before they get tired and leave.
>You lay on your back, looking up at the evening sky.
>"T-thank you."
>Sit up and see the girl they were chasing, crying.
"Why are you crying?"
>"B-because you got hurt because of me."
>She tries to wipe her tears away.
>Stop her from rubbing her eyes.
>Pull out a small pouch of tissues.
>You begin to wipe away her tears.
"It was my decision to take the action I did. I didn't have to help you."
>She's silent.
>"M-my name's Twilight.
>Stop whipping her face with the tissue.
"That's a beautiful name."
>She blushes and looks away.
"I'm Anon. And from now one I'm gonna make sure this doesn't happen to you again.
>She gives you a quizzical look.
>"H-how?"
>Giver her a warm smile.
"By being your friend."

>"Anon?"
>'It's hard to believe it was all those years ago.'
>"Anoooonnnnnn?"
>A hand waving in front of your face snaps you back to the present.
>Twilight smiles to you.
>"Will you stop blanking out all the time." She asks giggling.
"I swear I don't mean to!"
>"Oh well, come on. Walk me to my next class."
>Look to the clock.
>It was indeed time for the next class.
"How long was I thinking?" You ask yourself.
>"What was that?" Twilight asks.
"Nothing just talking to myself."
>Grab your stuff and leave the class with Twilight.
>"Oh yeah! There's a new girl in school."
"Oh yeah?"
>"Yeah, I have to show her around school."
>Twilight looks to the side.
>"M-maybe you help me with the tour and afterwards we could get lunch?"
>She's blushing.
>Christ she's adorable.
>Laugh.
"Sounds great. So where is this new gir-umph."
>You ran into someone, making them fall to the ground and dropping their items.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you."
>Scramble to the ground to help retrieve the girls books.
>The girl also scrambles to get her books.
>"No no, it's my fault I wasn't looking where I was going."
>And like some type of cheesy romance movie, you both grab the same book.
>For the first time, you get a look at the girls face.
>Both you and her sit there shocked.
"O-octavia?"
>"Anon?"
>Both of you sit there shocked to see each other.
>The bell rings and you scramble to help her collect her books.
>Both of you stand up, still speechless.
>She looks to the clock.
>Her eyes widen in shock.
>"Oh my gosh, I'm going to be late!"
>She turns to jog away.
>Quickly, you grab her hand.
"Wait! I wanna see you again."
>She looks around with a blush on her face.
>"I'm sorry, but I have to go."
>Release your grip from her wrist.
>She hurries down the hall to her next class.
>"What was that all about?" Twilight asks.
"It's nothing... I just need to think for a second."
>You begin to storm off.
>Twilight calls out to you, but you trudge on anyway.
>You come to a completely dark room.
>Switch on the light and walk over to the piano.
>Lift the hatch the guards the keys.
>The white ivory sticks out from the black mahogany.
>Your fingers lightly paddle along the keys.
"This will help."
>You sit down and begin to play.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tYdS4y6O-s
>As you play, your hands and mind go into the song, soothing you.
>Your worries fade into the tune you play.
>Any stress leaves you.
>But you begin to slow down as she reappears into your mind.
>The music halts.
>Silence is broken by your own voice.
"She treated me like a stranger."
"After all those years."
>You slump on to the piano.
"I did kinda drop the bomb on her before she left."
>"Is that what this is about?"
>Sharply turn around to see Twilight standing in the doorway.
"How long have you been there?"
>"Long enough to figure out you're talented on the piano."
"O-oh." You say as rose tints your cheeks.
>"Now tell me what happened back there."
>You turn to your friend who has a caring look on her face.
"It's obvious that I've met Octavia before."
>"One could only assume." She says sarcastically with a giggle.
>A small grin appears on your face.
>Twilight walk over to sit next to you on the bench.
"Where to begin?"
>"Take your time."
"It was before you and I met."

>"Hey Anon!"
>You turn to see your friend struggling to catch up to you.
>Poor girl. She's carrying around that big cello. It's bigger than her.
>She trips and falls to the ground.
>She tries holding back tears.
>Roll your eyes and walk over to her.
"Why must you bring that thing everywhere?"
>Quickly, you help her up.
>She tearing up.
>You give her a soft smile.
"Hey now. C'mon don't be like that."
>Begin wiping the tears away from her face.
"Why would you cry? You're hiding that beautiful smile I love to see."
>She begins to giggle and blush.
"There's the smile. Now c'mon or we'll be late."
>Hoist her cello over your shoulder.
>"A-are you sure you can carry that?"
>Stand proudly and puff out your chest with masculine pride.
"Pshh... This? This is nothing."
>"If you say so."
>Both of you make your merrily way toward school.
>The day goes by quick, and before you know it you hear the dismissal bell ring.
>"H-hey Anon?"
"Yes?" You answer while putting your things away in your locker.
>"Are you nervous for our recital tonight?"
>Close your locker and face her.
"No. Why, are you?"
>She shakily agrees with a nod.
"What are you afraid of?"
>"Mrs.Tenner said this would be our biggest performance yet."
>You and Octavia often perform songs in front of large audiences at small theaters.
>But this was different, you both had been selected to perform at Canterlot Theater.
>It's this City's largest theater and well know throughout the country.
"Have you been practicing?"
>She gives you a flabbergasted look, as if you offended her.
>"Of course!"
"Then there's nothing to worry about."
>"What if I freeze on stage?"
>Both of your hands, grab hers.
>She stunned as you hold her soft hands with yours and look deeply into her eyes.
"You have beautiful hands Octavia. These are hands that make music for others to enjoy."
>A deeply red tint is seen on her face.
"I'll be with you on stage. You have no reason to be afraid."
"And if you are, just imagine I'm holding your hand."
>She speechless.
"Octavia you're a beautiful girl with the talent that surpasses older cellists."
"Now let's go or we'll be late for the show."
>You hold her hand as she follows, quietly behind you, the rest of the way home.
>It wasn't hard to see that you had feelings for Octavia.
>She didn't seem to know however.
>But tonight was the night you tell her.
>Tonight you make her know she's loved.
>Later that night, at the theater.
>There's a small tapping on your shoulder.
>Turn to see Octavia wearing the most spectacular dress.
>"H-how do I look?"
>For seconds words don't escape your gaping mouth.
>"W-well?"
"You look beautiful."
>She looks down at the ground.
>"You look very handsome."
>'This can't wait.'
"Octavia I have something to tell yo-."
>Mrs.Tenner, your instructor, cuts you off.
>"C'mon you guys are on!"
>Look over to Octavia who's eyes are wider than a cow look at an incoming train.
>Gently you lock your hand with hers.
>She instantly relaxes.
"Remember, I'm here with you."
>You walk out together and go to your instruments.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZNqs0YgWkM
>Once the last note finishes humming throughout the theater, there is silence.
>The crowd erupts into applause.
>You stand and make your way over to Octavia.
>Once more, you take her hand and make your way to center stage.
>There, you bow and the audience applauds once more.
>Both of you take your leave off stage.
>Immediately you're grappled into a hug.
>"Anonymous we did it."
>You heave a chuckle out of your crushing ribs.
"I told you there was nothing to be nervous about."
>"You were right!"
"Anyways with what I wanted to tell you earli-."
>Mrs.Tenner once again cuts you off.
>"Octaiva! Mr. Dubose with the Canterlot Orchestra would like a word with you!"
>Octavia gives you a shrug. "I'll be right back."
>You sit and watch as Mr. Dubose speaks with Octaiva.
>Minutes pass until she returns.
>"Anon I have amazing news!"
"Well, what is it?!"
>"You go first."
"Alright."
>'It's now or never.'
"Octavia, I... I love you... I think."
>She's stunned.
"I mean I think it's love. I can never stop thinking about you and any time I'm near you, my heart tickles."
"I know we're young, but I love Octavia."
>In instinct you pull her close to you.
>Your waists connect.
"And I want to be the one to make you smile."
>You hear sobs escape from her.
>'No no no no. What did I do.'
>"Mr. Dubose just offered me to travel with the Canterlot Orchestra."
>Your heart sinks.
>"I leave on Monday."
>Release your grip on her.
>"I-I'm so sorry."
"No, I'm sorry."
>You don't giver her another chance to speak.
>The scenery of the theater quickly passes by you as you run.
>Why you ran? You don't know.
>It could be embarrassment or maybe you hope if you ran fast enough you could undo it all.
>It didn't help.
>Now you're outside the theater sitting down on the steps, crying.
>You never cried.
>Dad always said " The only thing crying does is dampen the ground beneath you. The world will keep spinning."
>But this was too much.
>The pain.
>It was all too much.

"After that I tried my best to avoid her."
>Twilight consoles you by rubbing your back.
"If I could do it all over again, I'd stay there and wipe her tears away."
>You turn to Twilight.
"I'd be the one to make her smile."
>The school bell rings.
>Twilight stands up and holds her hand out.
>"C'mon. Moping around about the past won't help you any."
>Take her hand and both of you walk out of the room and down the hall.
>A wave of students come down the hall, all eager to go home for the day.
>Make your way to the parking lot with Twilight.
>"Are you gonna be alright?"
"Yea Twi, I'll be alright."
>"Okay, just call me if you need me."
"Thanks."
>You separate to go to your cars.
>The whole walk there you stare at your walking feet.
>Pull out your keys to unlock your car.
>There's a small tapping on your shoulder.
>Your frozen when you see who it is.
>"Hi-i Anon."
"Octavia... hi."
>"I wanted to apologize for earlier today."
>The girl begin to look at the ground, hoping they'll tell her what to say.
"No I should be sorry."
>She gives you a quizzical look.
"That night, after the recital... I should have just kept my mouth shut."
>"Why's that?"
"So I wouldn't get hurt!" You snap at her.
>She seems to take offense to this.
>"D-do you think I wanted to hurt you?!"
"I didn't mean it like tha-."
>"Don't you think I wanted to stay with you?"
"Well then, why didn't you?"
>"I thought about it, but you wouldn't answer my calls, you ignored me when I tried talking to you at school." She says through sobs.
"Well I'm sorry it was hard to face the girl whom I confessed my love to and then stomped on my heart!"
>Your patience is wearing thin.
>"I didn't want too!"
"Really? Because you seemed pretty damn excited to leave!"
>"It was a once in a life time opportunity."
>Tears stream down her face.
>'Why don't I just dry her tears? Why am I angry?
"Well why didn't you just stay?"
"Why didn't you just stay with the orchestra? Clearly they were more important."
>Tears now swell into your eyes.
>That did it for her.
>She smacks you across the face.
>"You don't know anything, do you?"
>She runs away crying.
"Why? Why did I say all those things?"
>The sting of the slap quickly goes away, but a greater pain covers your heart.
>Slowly, you enter your car.
>You sit there in silence.
>'I blew it, again.'
>an hour passes before you decide to start your car and drive home.
>Once at home you see a car, that doesn't belong to your family, in the driveway.
>Enter your house.
>Your mother calls out to you.
>"Anon come here, you'll never guess who's here."
"Coming." You halfheartedly reply.
>Walk into the kitchen to see Octavia's parents.
>'Shit...'
>You forgot the Octavia's parents and your's were friends.
>"Oh my! Is that little Anon? Oh you've grown so much!"
"Thanks Mrs. Melody."
>Mr. Melody seems to be eyeing you.
>'Maybe he found out about what happened between you and Octavia.'
"Hey Mr. Melody."
>He just nods at your greeting, acknowledging your existence.
>"Isn't this great Anon? Now you and Octavia can hang out like you used too and play music!" Your mother cheerfully says.
>Octavia's mother interjects.
>"Oh I'm afraid our Octavia can't play anymore."
>Your eyes widen.
>"Oh my goodness, what happened?" Your mother asks with a worried expression.
>"Well, on there way to one of the concerts their bus taking them flipped."
>Octavia's mother continues.
>"There were no fatal injuries, thank goodness, but Octavia broke her hand."
>"The doctors said a simple surgery could fix i and she'd be able to play in no time. However, she refused."
>"We think the bus flipping really scarred her and now anytime she gets near a cello she freaks out."
>"I think her not fixing her hand is just something to tell others."
>The voices of the two women conversing fade away as you sink into thought.
>'I never knew. This entire time she'd just gone through something horrible.'
>You sit on your front steps.
"I treated her like garbage, all because of something that happened years ago."
>"That ya did."
>Octavia's Dad says while sitting down next to you.
"I take it you know?" You ask nervously.
>"Well it's hard to not be curious when your daughter comes home in tears, don't ya think?"
"I-I'm sorry." You say while sinking your head.
>"Usually when a boy make my little girl cry, they answer to me."
>You're now really scared.
>"But I know you Anon. I know you probably just had pent up emotions and didn't now how to deal with it."
>A heavy sigh comes from you and you relax.
>"She still cares about you ya know. Every time I'd get done talking on the phone with your dad, she'd always ask how you were doing."
>You stare off into the ember sky, listening to what he had to say.
>"She always asked if you were still the same sweet boy."
>The words you want to say don't escape your lips.
>"I'm no master of all knowledge, but I do know one thing."
>For the first time during this conversation he looks at you.
>"My daughter is very forgiving to the ones she loves. It may not seem like it at first, but trust me, she is."
>With that being said, he gets up and pats you on the back and calls for his wife so they can leave.
>Wave a goodbye as they drive off.
"At least he was straight forward and not some cryptic ass."
>You walk inside.
>The first thing that comes to your mind was; 'How can I apologize?'
>You ponder this thought as you get ready for bed.
"Maybe I should just be up front about it?"
>Slowly, you drift into slumber.

>The Next day, at school.
>See Octavia sitting by herself.
>Walk over to her table and sit down.
"Listen Tavi I wan-."
>"It's Octavia." She says with a poison in her tone.
"Okay... Octavia... I'm sorry. I was acting foolish yesterday."
>She just look down to her food, but you can tell there's forgiveness in her mind.
>There's a silence between the two of you.
"Why didn't you get the surgery?"
>"Excuse me?"
"Your mother told my what happened. Why didn't you get it?"
>"That's non of your concern."
>She gathers her trash and gets up to leave.
>You follow her into the deserted hall.
"I just don't understand. You're very talented Octavia."
>"You wouldn't understand."
"Is it because of the accident? You can't let that hold you back."
>She turns to you with a stare that, at first glimpse, would make a child cry.
>"Just shut up."
>She begins to lightly beat your chest.
>It doesn't affect you.
>You been makin' gains.
>"You don't know what it's like to relive that moment almost every night."
>She chokes on her words.
>Grab her hands.
>She looks up to.
>Your trance by her lavender eyes.
>'She's even more beautiful than before.'
>"D-do you still want to be the one to make me smile?" She asks as her face draws closer to yours.
>Hot breath is exchanged between the two of you.
"Only everyday."
>"I thought about you all the time while I was gone."
>"How much I wanted you to hold me. How much I wanted to feel your lips against mine."
"Octavia..."
>She advances closer towards your lips.
"Get the surgery."
>She taken aback by your suggestion.
>"W-what?"
"I want these beautiful hands to make music once more."
>She pulls her hands away.
>"And why should I?"
>Bring her in closer to you, your hips connecting like they did on that fateful day.
"The greatest joy I ever had was playing with a beautiful girl like yourself."
>She deeply blushes and stutters to say something, but you shush her.
"And I know that you loved performing."
>Look over to see a poster for the school talent show next Friday.
"Come to the talent show, I'm sure I can convince you to go back to performing."
>Kiss her on the cheek.
"Only then will I be able to consider myself right for you."