RainBRO in Manhattan Volume 5: Drama Bomb

>Wake up
>You and dash somehow managed to fit onto your one single bed last night
>It was nice to get with her for a night
>Look down
>Rainbow is snuggled up to you, like always
>You kinda want to wake her up, but don't wanna be rude
>Start to kinda flick her hair a bit
>She starts to crack open her eyes
>Pull your hand back out of her view
>"Mmnmh... what?"
"What?"
>"You were... flicking me or something."
"Nope."
>"Hmm."
>She thinks for a moment.
>"We did it last night."
"Uh huh."
>"In the shower."
"Please, tell me more."
>She stretches and hops over to straddle you, then plants a kiss on your forehead
>"It was REALLY good."
>Damn

>She hops off you and gets out of the bed
>You stretch to life
"You wanna make some coffee?"
>"Make your own coffee."
"Pweeze?"
>"Buck you."
>She'll do it anyway
>You get up and find a shirt
>Plain white
>Get out into the living room/kitchen of your shitty apartment
>Rainbro has some coffee made
>fuck yeah
>You both enjoy your coffees and make small talk about the year in Ponyville you missed
>When suddenly
>FUCK
>IT'S TUESDAY
>YOU HAVE FUCKING CLASSES
>IT'S 11:00 AM
"OH SHIT!"
>"What?"
"I have classes! I had classes yesterday! Fuck!"
>"Woah, woah, classes? What are you, still a little filly?"
"I'm 24... 21. Fuck, whatever, I go to college."
>Blank stare
"University! It's like, High School after High School."
>Blank stare
"Fuck it, I don't have time to explain the whole school system, I'm just gonna be gone until 3 and I need you to stay here, okay?"
>You're already half-way packed up when she speaks
>"But wait, what do I do?"
"I dunno, just stay here!"
>"Why?"
>You think. She's not a gremlin, Anon, she can leave."
>Nevermind, whatever.
"...Whatever, if you get bored, walk around and chill out or whatever. Just don't get lost."
>She's a little off-put
>"Anon, I feel a little si-
>You're already out the door

>About half-way through biking to NYU, you feel bad about ditching Dash
>You got panicked and had to rush out the door
>Sure, you two were having a tender moment, but that's no reason to abandon school
>You pull up at the building and lock your bike to the rack
>This is a writing class you're taking
>You try to open the door as silently as possible, so as to avoid interrupting the class-already-in-progress too much
>You fail, as the door is creaky
>Mr. Greene looks at you
>"Anon, you weren't here yesterday."
"Yeah, see the thing is, I have company and stuff and-"
>"Anon. You know what that means."
>What does that mean
"What does that mean?"
>Mr. Greene sighs
>"Anon, do you even have your project?"
>What project
"The... the project."
>"The project I gave over the weekend."
"... The project."
>There was a fucking project?
>"Do you remember what it was about?"
>There was a fucking project?
"... I've had a crazy weekend."
>"What, did you go back in time?"
>Crazier than that, you asshole
"... uhh..."
>"Anon. This is a college course. Part of your individualized study program is that if you're absent from a class, even for one day, you're going to get kicked out."
>What is he implying?
"... what are you implying?"
>"You're kicked out. I'm really sorry, man, you're a great writer, but it's University policy."
>What. What. What.
"......... okay...."
>A few people giggle as you pack your shit and leave

* * *

"There was a fucking project?"
>"Yeah, man. There was a project."
"What was it on?"
>"Non-linear storytelling."
>What the fuck, that's your specialty
>"Fuck, I'm sorry man. It is so shitty that you got kicked out. Who am I gonna sit next to now?"
"Who am I gonna get to HIRE ME now, man?! My whole career plan rested on that writing class... Fuck... I'm not good at anything else."
>Your "only" friend gets quiet for a moment and puts an arm around your shoulder
>"Thanks for waiting for me until the class was over."
>You sigh
"Thanks for giving me some space Saturday. That was a weird fucking day for me."
>He pats your back
>"No problem man."
>Silence comes to the steps you two are sitting on
>"You... wanna explain how weird? Maybe?"
>You look up and to your friend
>Fuck it, he's a brony. He'll dig it.

"...mmh... lets go to a bar, man."
>"What?"
"I wanna get drunk. Then I'll tell you everything."
>"Uh, okay. I'm done here for the day, man. Sure, we can go get some shots or something."
>You two get your respective bikes and stride over to that bar

* * *

>"That's already happened."
"*hic*... fuckin' seriously?"
>"Yeah... Dude, the huck already fought Deadpool. This was *hic*... recently."
"Whan? When?"
>Like... before the asylums thing. In eur... europe?"
"Oh. Really? Evem Hulk couldn't kill that fucker?"
>"Nope. Yyup. *hic*
"Dude, good on.... dude, you dound like... Big Mac."
>"What?"
>After about an hour of this shit it's only 4
>"Dude... so, what's... what was the deal with Saturday?"
>You slap a hand onto RT's shoulder
"Dude... *hic*... lets find out..."
>Seeing as you two are too damn shitfaced to actually ride your bikes, you walk them back to your apartment

>You make it to your apartment, after stumbling and giggling and *hic*ing through the endless crowds of New York
>You climb up the stairs
>outside the door, you stop your friend
>"Dude, what the fuck is going on? *hic*
"Okay, dude, calm down, quiet... quiet down. I need you to not... just be cool..."
>"Okay, coolface it on... *hic*"
>He gives you his doofy impression of a trollface
>You literally slap him in the face, but you're drunk, so the slap is weak and oddly sexual
"Dude... fuck you... look, what lies beyond this door. You're not gonna... *hic*.... believe this... Just be cool, okay?"
>"Okay."
>Dash's voice chimes in
>Anon? You out there?
"Fuck... yeah, I'm... *hic*... I'm a little drunk..."
>"Drunk? I thought you were at a school? Come in here, we need to talk."
>"Dude... *hic*... is that a... fuckin' girl?"
>Rocky's voice goes up too high in volume at that last note
>"Anon? Who the buck's out there?"
"Just calm down... it's my friend Rocky... I'm coming in..."
>You open the door
>On the couch is Rainbow Dash, sad-looking
>You look at her closer and see that she's been crying
"Dude... what's wrong?"
>"Dude, who the *hic* *hic* fuck is that... she?"
"Dash?"
>"... the fuck?"
>Dash looks down and starts to cry a little, then numbly points to the coffee table
>It has a pregnancy test on it

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