Homeless Sunset Shimmer pt. 7

>The fire had been put out, and the fire department was now cleaning up.
>The chief had said its cause was a faulty wire that had sparked and set your microwave on fire.
>It was a really old microwave, so it wasn't much of a surprise.
>Doesn't make it okay though.
>You and Sunset were sitting on the curb.
>You clutched the black box in your hands.
>When he left, Sunset turned to you.
>"Anon, where were you keeping all that money?"
"I was storing it in the freezer.”
>She looks at you like you’re from Mars.
>You put stuff in the freezer to keep it safe.
>Robbers don't think of looking in the freezer.
>You also put stuff that you don’t like in there.
>For example, you had a copy of ‘The Shining’ in there, because you were reading it one night and you got scared.
>She shakes her head, putting what you said behind her.
>"Where did you get all of it? Did you steal it?"
>You shake your head.
"No, I didn't steal it. It's a contingency plan I never wanted to use..."
>She looks confused.
>Time to spill your guts.
"My family is kind of, uh... Rich.... Like, millionaires..."
>Sunsets eyebrows shot up and she stared at you.
>There was a few moments of silence as she tried to process what you said.
>"How... How did your family become millionaires?"
"Well, you know that little plastic part that's at the end of a shoelace?"
>She nodded.
"Yeah, my grandpa invented that."
>She blew out a puff of air in stunned surprise.
>"Then... What are you doing here? Why were you living in a place like this? What happened?"
>You stay there, looking at the remains of your apartment.
"Nothing happened. I chose to live in a place like this instead."
>Sunset leans in slightly, her curiosity piqued.
"People see you differently when you have money. You're viewed as something more than human. And at the same time, a person with that much money thinks they're more than human, but they act like a complete prick. They're under the impression that having manners and being decent doesn't apply to them because they have money..."
>She looks to her feet as you talk, almost like she's thinking.
>You keep on talking.
"I didn't want to end up like that. I would've, if it wasn't for a great friend that I had."
>She looks up at you.
>"What was his name?"
>You smile a little.
"HER name is Applejack."
>You think back to your cowgirl friend.
"She was a great girl. She was like the sister that I never had, but I always wanted."
>The crunching of footsteps on snow interrupts you.
>The fire chief comes walking up to you two.
>"Well, we're sorry that this happened. We're in the process of cleaning everything up and working on the legal issues of everything. You got a place to go for the night?"
>You look down at the box in your hands.
"Yeah, we can rent a room..."
>He cocks his head at you.
>"Son, don't you have a family to stay with or something?"
>You shake your head.
"They don't live in town."
>He looks to Sunset.
>"What about you?"
>She looks down at the ground.
>"N- No... I don't have anyone..."
>You wrap your arm around her shoulder, giving her a hug.
"Not true. She's got me."
>She looks up at you and smiles. Really smiles.
>The chief grins.
>"Well, alright. You need a ride?"
>Oh yeah, you have no vehicle.
"You wouldn't mind giving us one?"
>"I'll call a cab for you."
>You thank him and he walks away, talking on his radio.
>Sunset hugs you back and sighs.
>She's tired.
>So are you.
>You rest your head on hers and stroke her hair.
>You feel like sleeping right here.
>Your thoughts keep you awake.
>You're going to have to go back home.
>The little secluded district of big houses where rich pricks live that you hate.
>It's a few hundred miles away though, so you'd need to fly there.
>So, you've got an emergency $5000 for clothes, food, and a plane ticket back home.
>No doubt Sunset had more questions.
>But you'd answer them tomorrow.

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>You are now Sunset.
>So many things are going through your head right now.
>You're stressed, cold, tired, and sad.
>And confused.
>Why on earth would Anon choose to live in a place like this when his family has all kinds of money?
>Sure, he says he hates rich peoples' attitudes, but there's always something with every situation that people don't like.
>Surely, this was no exception.
>And who was this 'Applejack'?
>...Not that you're jealous or anything.
>You're too tired to pursue it.
>Your eyelids are heavy and your vision blurs.
>You shut your eyes for a moment while you wait for the cab.
>After a minute or two, you're on your back, looking up at Anon.
>He's in a car.
>You both are.
>Interesting.
>You close your eyes again.
>You open them again and see that you're in a bed.
>It smells like musk... And old people.
>You sit up and see Anon sitting on the edge of the bed, on his phone.
>He looks up at you for a second and continues playing on his phone.
>No clear sign of happiness is present on his face.
"Mmmnn... When did we get here?"
>"About 30 minutes ago."
>You slept through the whole cab ride here.
>You sit up and yawn.
"What are you doing?"
>"I'm booking us a flight. We're going to my hometown for a bit."
>You pause a moment.
>You've seen these airplanes flying around, but you've never ridden in one before.
>The thought of it makes you nervous.
"An airplane, huh?"
>He nods, not looking up from his phone.
>"Yep... Tomorrow night at 9. Plenty of time to get some more clothes, some lunch, and a cab."
>You take a deep breath and look down.
>He sounds like he's lost all the joy he had in him before.
>You look back up at him.
>He turns his phone off and sets his head in his hands.
>He's really upset about having to go to this rich place.
>You get out of bed and sit next to him.
"Anon..."
>He doesnt acknowledge you.
>You place your hand under his chin and force him to look at you.
"Anon, listen to me, okay?"
>He stares at you.
"I dont know what's going on inside that head of yours, and you dont have to tell me if you dont want to. I dont know if you think you're a failure or something for doing this, but listen when I tell you that you arent a failure."
>He scoffs and closes his eyes.
>"Yeah right... I'm a total failure... I feel stupid because I cant support myself... Now, I'm having to rely on someone else for my basic needs..."
>Okay, that offended you a little.
"Well what about me then? Am I a stupid failure too? I've been relying on you for days now."
>He stayed quiet, but you could see that got him thinking.
>You put your hand on his leg.
"There's nothing wrong with others helping you out. If I learned anything these past few days, its that everyone needs help sometimes."
>He still stays quiet for another moment.
>"Well, yeah, but... I just feel like I'm being a moocher..."
>You make him look at you again.
"Have I come off as a moocher to you?"
>He stares at you silently.
>"No... No, you havent..."
>You smile some and huff out a small laugh.
"Do you think you're the only one who feels good about helping someone just because?"
>He doesnt reply.
"Anon, you've helped me get back on my feet. You've given me a second chance at life and I couldn't be more grateful for your kindness and selflessness. I owe you a debt that I wont ever be able to fully repay."
>You smile at him and tousle his hair a little.
"You're worrying about this whole thing way too much. Everything will be okay. You arent a failure or a loser or a moocher because you need help from someone else."
>You kiss him softly and hold it for a few minutes.
>You break it and look in his eyes.
"You'll never be a loser or a failure to me..."
>He stares back at you.
>Come on, Sunset. Tell him you love him.
>He needs to hear it. It will be perfect.
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>Come on, Anon. Tell her you love her.
>She's the most wonderful, most beautiful girl you've ever met, and she's just helped you out more than words can define.
>She's not a burden to you. Never has been, never will be.
>You've known you love her for a while now.
>She deserves to know it too.
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>Its just three little words.
>Three little words that he needs to hear.
>Why are you waiting? Tell him!
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>Come on, Anon. Do it!
>Do it now! TELL HER!
"I... I'm..."
>You're so close!
"Th... Thank you, Sunset..."
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>You waited too long in the silence.
>It's far too awkward to say it now.
>You smile at him as best you can.
"Y... You're... Welcome..."
>Yeah he is... Too bad he heard it from a scared little girl...
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>Thanks for still liking me even though I'm a huge pussy, Sunset.
>You return her smile with a fake one.
>You both go in for a hug and hold each other.
>Your smile vanishes and you rub her hair.
>She probably needed to hear that you love her.
>She deserves it, after saying everything she did to you...
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>You sit there in sadness as Anon rubs your hair.
>He probably doesn't feel any better.
>He doesn't know that he's loved.
>You should've told him.
>He needed to hear that you love him.
>He deserves it, after everything he's done for you...