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- >you are Anonymous
- >or Anon, to your friends
- >right, "friends"
- >not a lot of those, but whatever
- >being the new guy doesn't garner you a lot of friends anywhere
- >plus you've kind of got a reputation, ever since you mouthed off to that white girl
- >ah well, fuck 'em
- >school just let out for the day
- >praise the great and powerful Atheismo
- >time to get off campus and relax
- >it's been a hell of a week so far, with midterms coming up
- >that weird group of girls had been doing dances in the cafeteria
- >plus everyone's all hyped about the Wondercolts game, as usual
- >everyone else is getting excited about school-related activities
- >and you're just sitting here mas--
- >well, maybe when you get home
- >for now, you just have to get across the campus, past the cafeteria and the sports fields, past the student parking lot, to the bike rack
- >what numbnuts designed this place?
- >the cafeteria's got posters up
- >something about that stupid dance coming up the next couple weeks
- >you contemplate the idea of showing up
- >maybe you can grab a bottle of vodka and sneak it in
- >if you could get it into the punch bowl, it might actually be a decent party
- >...
- >eh, who're you kidding, you'll probably just stay home and jerk off like always
- >as you pass by other gaggles of students, you keep your head down and eyes forward
- >if you ignore them, they ignore you, life's good
- >"Oh hey, nice fifth-hand suit and grandpa-tie, Anon."
- >...mostly
- >Sunset Fucking Shimmer stands with her little posse between you and the gate to the football field
- >what does she want?
- "...What do you want?"
- >she gives her hair that condescending flip
- >the eye-roll, the sigh, the practiced slump in her shoulders as she bars your path
- >it's like she and the copycat hangers-on choreograph it
- >you've been having this little verbal-abuse tennis match with her ever since you showed up the first day of class
- >she bitches you out and makes fun of your clothes, your looks, your shitty bike, whatever
- >you call her out for being a vapid cunt, treating people like shit, acting spoiled, and pretending to be a badass
- >then you part ways and start all over the next day
- >it's almost gotten to the point where you don't hate her for it
- >it's just a part of your life
- >but that's usually a morning ritual, what's she playing at going for a double-dose of douchery?
- >"Just wanted to remind you how well your hideous suit goes with your stupid face!"
- >a couple of her cronies giggle lightly at her jab, and you shake your head
- >nah, this is cool and all, but you've got shit to not do today
- >you step forward, heedless of the crowd, and fairly shove your way past
- >it almost works, until Sunset's arm shoots out and blocks your path
- >"Hey, where are you going?"
- >disniggaserious.jpg?
- "Home. The mall. Maybe Starbuck's? I don't know, away from here and away from you and your pretentious poseur friends."
- >oooooh, look at all the disgruntled faces now
- >Sunny doesn't seem too preturbed, but she never does
- >you lift her arm up with one hand, ducking under it and placing it back down carefully behind you before making your way across the fields
- >she just rolls her eyes and walks behind you
- >of course the student parking lot and the bike racks are adjacent, so you get the "pleasure" of her "company" the whole way
- >you have to keep skirting around the droves of peons trying to pull your attention to the leather-clad bitch
- >and of course ignoring her shitty insults until she finally gives up and walks to her car
- >you check your phone
- >4:00
- >well shit, you frown to yourself
- >that's not long to get home, but you can probably make it if you really pedal hard
- >you get your bike lock undone and then it's down the sidewalk towards the suburbs
- >normally it'd be a leisurely ride, but your little shakedown from Shimmy Shimmy Ko Ko Bop took longer than you would've liked
- >suddenly
- >mustang outta fuckin' nowhere
- >oh god, that shitty flame paint job up the side, please don't let it be--
- >"Must really suck riding that rusty piece of shit home every day, huh Anon?"
- >her cackle as she shifts into neutral and revs it is insufferable
- >you just ignore her and pick up the pace
- >but she cruises along side you for a couple blocks
- >don't let her get to you, Anon
- >deep breaths
- >"What's wrong, too ashamed to answer?"
- >"You're only ignoring me because it's truuuue!"
- >"Gee, sure is nice in my badass car with A/C!"
- >you shake your head at her, acting sad that she'd continue to do this
- >another block rolls by, and she shows no signs of stopping
- >"Aww, widdle baby twyin' to be a big boy now? I'll give you a ride if you ask me weawwy nice!"
- >that's
- >fucking
- >it
- >you grab both brake handles and skid to a stop
- >the slowly-building line of people behind the 'stang on the street follows suit
- >you can hear brakes screeching two blocks back
- >you fumble with the kickstand before finally kicking the whole damn thing off to the side
- >(yeah, it is in fact a rusted piece of shit)
- >you stomp over to her rolled-down window, bending over slightly so you can stare her in her suddenly much wider, scared-looking eyes
- "Okay, e-fucking-nough. Stop acting like such a stuck-up cunt. I just want you to leave me alone, Sunset, I'm not in the mood for any of this bullshit right now. In the morning after I've smoked a fucking bowl, I can deal with your attitude. I can put up with you needling me during study hall and at lunch and between classes and all the other fucking times, but I swear to God Sunset I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT RIGHT NOW. I just want a whole half-hour to myself, preferably between 4:20 and 4:50, when I can unwind and not worry about dealing with people. You've made it clear you have this obsessive need to be a bitch to me, so if you could just do it in any of the other twenty-three-and-a-half hours in a given day, that. Would. Be. Just. PEACHY!"
- >you huff and give her a glare, waiting to see if any of your words actually make it through that cavernously empty skull
- >she just gives you a strange look of confusion
- >probably can't believe that someone gave her such a thorough tongue-lashing
- >figures, she'd be the type to give it out and not be able to take i--
- >"...You smoke?"
- >
- >
- >what
- >"You said you smoke a bowl in the morning before school..."
- >ah shit
- >you did say that
- >oh god, is she going to blackmail you over this?
- >fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
- >why didn't you keep your mouth shut?
- >you could've just ignored bacon-hair and avoided this whole catastrophe
- "N-no... I didn't..."
- >"Yeah you did."
- >she gives you that disbelieving half-lidded stare
- >welp
- >goodbye life of freedom, it was nice not being a serf at Sunset's beck and call while it lasted
- >you're brought back to earth as you see her hand move
- >cautiously, aware of the attention she'd drawn by following you so slowly, she lifts up a plastic baggy from the center console
- >you see one side of her lip curl up just slightly
- >cautiously, like she's practicing this whole 'smiling' thing for the first time
- "Wait... no way."
- >you arch your eyebrow back at her
- "No fucking way. You do too?"
- >she nods silently, then leans over the console to the window and whispers to you
- >"Hey Anon... you wanna get high?"
- >you let out a nervous little giggle, not ready to believe that you actually share something in common with someone as bitchy as her
- >she snickers too, a warm laugh that's so unlike the cackle she normally puts on for you
- >the sound of it makes you laugh a little harder, and she responds in kind, until soon the two of you are both full-on laughing at the idea
- "Do-- I mean, are you serious? I thought you hated me!"
- >she gives you a look strongly reminiscent of that guy with the glasses on Seinfeld
- >"Shit, man, are YOU serious? If I hated you, I wouldn't tell you, I'd just destroy you like I did to that one girl Twirl or whatever, the one with the lisp."
- "Wait, you were the one who did that?"
- >"Yeah, with the week-old coffee grounds! Little bitch had it coming, she was going to ruin the one good field trip all semester."
- "Oh right, to the planetarium, that one with the laser show!"
- >"Tell me that wasn't awesome, though!"
- >the two of you share a laugh, an actual genuine laugh on both sides
- >"So... is that a yes?"
- "Hmm..."
- >you put on a show of considering it
- "I guess... on one condition."
- >her face lights up nonetheless, confident your term will be easy
- >"Yeah, sure, what?"
- "You gotta lay off me during school."
- >she gives you a smirk, though her cheeks are a little rosy as she does so
- >she waves a hand dismissively
- >"Sure sure. I'll cut down on the namecalling, but don't expect it to stop. I've got a reputation to keep up."
- >"Hahaha, ohmygod, did you see the video I made of that Twilight girl? Like, I'll admit, probably a little too mean on that one--"
- >you give her a ceding nod
- >yeah, she probably could have scaled it back
- >"--But you should've seen the first edit I did of it!"
- >you whitewall the bong she'd busted out when you got back to her place
- >(it was closer, shut up)
- >and alllllmost clear it in one hit
- >the sudden mental image you get is too much, and you start choke-laughing
- "Hhh... haha, don't tell me: joint in the mouth?"
- >she nods, miming a huge movie screen rendition of it
- >"Joint, huge gold pot leaf necklace, sunglasses--"
- "Ooh oh, Mountain Dew advertisements! Michael Neigh explosions! Lens flare!--"
- >"And that UT announcer voice, like,"
- >she pauses her explanation to take a modest drag on the bong
- >letting out a respectable plume of smoke, she puts on the deepest voice she can muster
- >"like, 'M-M-M-MULTIKILL' when she was pounding on the keyboard!"
- >you snort at the idea, kicking your legs against the couch
- >the thought is too fucking much
- "Oh man, like when she went to go sign that paper or whatever? '720 NO-SCOPE!' Extreme close-up of the paper! Airhorns!"
- >the two of you share a knowing look
- >in unison
- "SMOKE WEED ER'RYDAY!"
- >"SMOKE WEED ER'RYDAY!"
- >she falls off the couch in a fit
- "Haha...haaa... ah, shit, best fucking sesh in weeks..."
- >she gives you that embarrassed smile as you help pull her back onto the couch
- >her place was... cozy, was a nice word for it
- >a shithole is probably more accurate though
- >her apartment was only a couple blocks from your place
- >if you noticed she lived alone, you didn't remember it
- >"I'm glad you said something, I mean, I kind of figured, but I didn't want to out myself, y'know?"
- "I try to keep it under wraps. Though I'm glad I let it slip too."
- >you hit the power button on the remote and nod in sympathy
- >sympathy
- >not what you anticipated feeling for Sunset Shimmer at any point in your life
- >she stretches out across the couch and leans her back against your side
- >oi oi, who said you were okay with...
- >...
- >eh, y'know what?
- >maybe it's just the dank bud, but you actually are okay with it
- >"It's not like what I had back home, but it's pretty good."
- >she passes you the joint and you arch your eyebrow as you take it
- "Yeah? Sounds like you miss it."
- >"Heh... kind of. I'm thinking of going back soon, maybe..."
- >she trails off, a troubled look on her face
- >you flip through the channels lackadaisically, finally settling on something that sounds like it's narrated by Dave Attinborough
- "Where'd you come from, anyway? I heard you transferred in a couple years ago."
- >the cascade of red-and-yellow hair seems to fold slightly as she hides her eyes behind it
- >"That's a long story, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Let's just say it was nice... but not really my kind of place."
- >the two of you just hang, vegging out on the couch, occasionally bullshitting about whatever comes to mind
- >you learn that she really does consider herself a loner and outcast, it's not just an act
- >little bits here and there about her past hint that she's got a serious rebelious streak
- >she talks about her home fondly, though apparently the cops there are a bunch of tools
- >she even makes non-committal plans to take you on a roadtrip there sometime
- >you can tell it's bullshit, but the fact that she's willing to pretend she would is pretty nice, for her
- >well, it feels good that she cares that much
- >but you get the impression that she's a lot like you
- >not mean or evil, just... unfriendly?
- >like, not interested in playing nice or kowtowing
- >you can respect that, kind of
- >hell, maybe that's why you tolerated her attitude all those days up 'til now
- >it was kind of nice, having someone who could dish out some flak and take a ration too
- >"...Hey, Anon."
- >you look over at her, and she's got a curious look on her face
- >well
- >it'd almost look serious if she didn't have eyes red like the fucking devil
- >still, you gave her your full attention, as hard as the marmosets on screen were fighting for it
- >"Listen, this was fun. I was kind of hoping... you might want to come over and do it again sometime."
- >pffft
- >perish the thought
- >hanging out with a girl with razor-sharp wit and the ability to clear a bowl in two hits
- >how will you bring yourself to do this again
- "Hell yeah, how does tomorrow sound?"
- >her look hardens a little
- >"I-I kinda can't, I've got plans. Like, important ones."
- >you nod understandingly
- >the moment passes in silence
- >she breaks it with a nudge to your side
- >"Anon... alright, you can't tell anyone this, alright?"
- >she looks up at you, and you nod
- >buzz status: harshed
- >but this seems to be a big deal
- >"You know the Fall Formal? That dance thing everyone's going to?"
- >you nod again
- "You're running for Princess or whatever, right?"
- >she seems to almost wince at the word 'princess'
- >it's her turn to nod, and she hesitates before continuing
- >"Well, a lot of people are going to be there, and I just wanted to... uh..."
- >oh
- >OH
- >maybe you could spare the effort to spike the punch after all
- "Sunset, I--"
- >"Don't go to it."
- >she fixes you with a stare that almost borders on scary
- >"I'm serious. I think you're actually kind of cool, so... just don't go. Stay home, smoke up, go out to the mall, anything."
- "...Should I ask why?"
- >her red-and-gold hair spills into her eyes as she turns away from you
- >"You really shouldn't. Just trust me on this one. Please?"
- >you shrug
- "Sure, Sunset."
- >"...Cool."
- >and with that, she lays back against you again and returns to watching cartoons
- >well that kinda sucks
- >not that you were going to ask her anyway
- >not as a date
- >Christ no
- >you'd have to be crazy to do that
- >but
- >...
- >eh, whatever
- >you settle in and hang out a bit more
- >the mood never really recovered, though a spliff around dinnertime and a trip to Hot Dog Emperor got it back to "normal"
- >eventually, all good things must come to an end
- >and you step out onto Shimmer's porch, her leaning on the doorframe just like she had at the gate to the football fields
- >at least you don't have to shove your way past her minions anymore
- >the bullshit session lasts a little longer, but eventually you wind down, and the telltale lull in conversation sneaks in
- "So."
- >"So...?"
- >she gives you that slightly condescending smile
- "I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow, huh?"
- >"I guess you will."
- >you smirk
- "And you'll be less of a bitch?"
- >she sticks out her tongue at you playfully
- "Only if you find something other than a suit to wear. It's high school, dude, not a funeral; dress like it."
- >you roll your eyes
- >at least some things are constant
- >death, taxes, and Sunset Shimmer ragging on your clothes
- >you undo the lock on your bike and have your leg over the frame when you hear her stir from her spot
- >"A-anon!"
- >you turn around
- "What's up?"
- >she looks like she's about to say something, but then thinks better of it
- >her eyes do that dart like they're looking for the right thing to say
- >but eventually she gives up
- >"Have a good ride home."
- >you give her a second to muster up the strength to say whatever it was
- >but all you get back is a hesitant wave
- >as you ride off into the night, you risk one last look behind you
- >Shimmer's already inside
- >eh... can't blame her, it's getting late
- >it was a hell of an afternoon and a pretty good night, but you do have school in the morning
- >might need to call your hook-up in the A.M., you threw down a lot more than you were planning on
- >for a few nights like this a week, you could spare the cash
- >shit, the suit's got long sleeves, but you wish you had a jacket
- >fall's pretty thoroughly set in
- >and it's getting cold
- >you are Sunset Shimmer
- >and this isn't fair
- >you hate this place
- >it keeps giving you things just to take them away again
- >you get a way to cope with being stuck here
- >but you can't share it with anyone, and you're all the more lonely and isolated
- >you finally find somepony who won't hate you just because you partake of a little of this world's Poison Joke
- >and it's just in time to where you can't afford to spend any time around him
- >you had a fucking plan set up
- >get in, get the crown, get out
- >you were supposed to show the Princess that you were the true element of magic
- >by force, if you needed to
- >that was supposed to be years ago
- >but you'd finally gotten a concrete plan in place
- >you can't afford to make friends here now
- >these chumps are going to be your magically-controlled army
- >your plan B in case that Twilight mare manages any funny business
- >so why did you
- >ugh
- >you kick impotently at a pile of clothes
- >stupid Anon
- >you'll just have to make it abundantly clear he needs to fuck off during the Fall Formal
- >because you damn sure can't take him with you back to Equestria when it all blows up
- >right?
- >right
- >there's no way he'd come with you to see Canterlot
- >no matter how much you'd like to take him on a roadtrip across Equestria, it's just not going to happen
- >...
- >right
- >you sigh and toss off your jacket, climbing into sleep pants and your bed
- >for the first time in a while, as you lay under the blanket
- >you think about what you're getting ready to do, and you feel a little cold
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