The party was in full swing; and, unsurprisingly, nearly everyone from CHS showed up. I stood away from the action, admiring the mass of faces that seemed to be enjoying themselves. Carefree smiles and energetic dance moves lined the backyard, all signs of an event that went through without a hitch.
What made it odd was that everyone seemed to have adopted the rock theme. Teenagers dressed as punk rockers danced with old-school rockabilly types, and the grunge kids mingled with the geek rock kids. It was a pretty entertaining sight to watch from a distance.
"You know what I just noticed?" Pinkie asked. Her arm nudged mine, bringing me back to a state of awareness at the party. The booming dance music nearly drowned her voice beneath a guitar riff. I leaned in closer, hoping to get a better earful by getting closer. It didn't work. She was bouncing up and down in place, her thick curly hair styled into a vintage pompadour.
"What?" I asked, entertaining her thought before taking a drink from a freezing water bottle.
"When you and Sunset Shimmer put your names like celebrity couples, you'd get—"
"Sunlight?" I finished, already knowing where she was going.
"Wow," Pinkie hummed. "That totally blows Shimmle out of the water. Have you been thinking about this?"
"Nah," I lied. "It kinda just came to me."
Pinkie giggled before saying, "Well if you need help tying Sunset down, both figuratively and literally, you know who to call." Without another word, she turned away and began bouncing away into the thick of the party.
I tried to brush the comment away, knowing it was just one of her jokes. Then, instinctively, I called an impatient, "Wait, Pinkie!"
Literally leaving skid marks, she stopped in her tracks before she popped up from behind a wall of dancing people.
"Who exactly was Sunset's ex?" I asked, finding it hard to contain my anxiousness.
"His name is Flash Sentry!" Pinkie beamed, bouncing on her platforms, "I think I remember inviting him earlier today, so he should be coming!"
"Flash Sentry. Got it, thanks," I said plainly before releasing Pinkie back into the general public like a stretched rubber band.
I had a lead. It wasn't much, but it narrowed down the possibilities from everyone at CHS to just one person. One person who managed to actually capture Sunset's heart. I spent the next few minutes wandering the party, not really socializing, unless asking around for Flash counted. But still, every lead turned out fruitless as everyone claimed they hadn't seen seen him arrive yet.
There was a corner of the backyard that served as my friends' base of operations. Though, as I looked around, it seemed that neither Pinkie nor Sunset Shimmer were anywhere in sight. Pinkie was most likely still greeting people, but I assumed Sunset was on a soda run or something. Although, her absence made it easy to ask around for her ex-boyfriend now that I knew that she wasn't nearby.
Every time I hit a wall, the thought of going back to the girls seemed more enticing.
After a good half hour of talking, declining sugary drinks, and asking around, I finally conceded defeat and asked my newfound friends.
Rainbow Dash shifted in her seat and toyed around with her drink. "Sunset's ex? I dunno. She might not really appreciate you looking into him."
"Ah remember he played guitar. Nice guy, but we never got to know him since they split before we became freinds,” Applejack clarified, scratching her head.
"You could ask Sunset," Fluttershy suggested. "That way you'll have her blessing when you—"
"Oh, no I'm not asking about that, " I defended. "Not that he isn't great. I just don't really know him."
"Yeah, why are you asking about him? It wouldn't hurt to ask Sunset unless you're scared that she'll be jealous," Rarity teased, squeezing at my shoulder in what I assumed was a playful gesture between friends.
"I can't. I'm uh, trying to figure out some, uh, background information on Sunset,” I admitted. “You know, magic-based stuff. I'm just not really sure if she'll answer me... truthfully. And I was hoping maybe he could shed some light on things."
Smooth, Twilight. Real smooth.
"Uh huh," Rarity hummed. "Well, I think I saw him around here somewhere so you should just keep looking. I’ll let you know if we spot him."
"Thanks, I really appreciate it."
I scanned the party once again, hanging around and hoping that the girls would pick him out from the crowd. After about five minutes of sitting there, I began to believe that this Flash Sentry guy just hadn’t shown up—maybe Rarity had gotten him confused with someone else.
Feeling my body weighed down by the lack of information, I figured it probably would have been easier to just tell them all the truth, but more people knowing equaled more liabilities. Besides, I had Pinkie Pie, the girl who could seemingly bend physics for laughs and giggles. What more could I ask for?
Anxious, I stared at the water bottle in my hands. It was disfigured, bent at an odd angle from my grip. I also had a habit of chewing on the bottle cap when I was nervous. Then I noticed the small rut at my feet, and I immediately knew it was caused by my restless kicking. Sure enough, the grass and dirt on my shoes proved me right.
I needed something to do, something to take my mind off of things. Throwing away the water bottle just seemed like the most convenient thing to do.
On my walk, I passed a few of the party games that Pinkie had taken the role of hosting. She stood over a two-foot pot of water with a sign hanging off it that read, "Bobbing for Rocks."
Hopefully, for the sake of everyone's teeth, it was just rock candy. Although considering that sugar was soluble, I doubted that it was actually candy. That would also explain the clear lack of people lining up from the tub.
As I tossed away the plastic bottle, I noticed a familiar group of girls hanging by snack table, and I immediately felt my chest drop.
Apparently Pinkie had invited my teammates from the Friendship Games.
I parted with them on… not the best of terms. Well, that sounded worse than what I meant; the best way I can think to describe it was “cold”. It wasn’t necessarily their fault, either. They had tried to make friends, but I didn’t make any effort to return their kindness. I felt like they were only reaching out because they felt bad.
My departure had been quiet, unannounced, and it was one of the many regrets I had. At the time, I figured that no one would ask questions, but the message Sunny Flare had sent the other day proved me wrong.
But still, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to them, and I found myself backing away.
Wanting to get out of dodge, I ducked inside the house. I felt exhausted and that I needed a little break from the rowdiness. Luckily the inside was relatively quiet—key word being relatively. There was still a healthy amount of chatter from people who wanted to talk free from the booming, oppressive music. I sat off in the corner, hoping to regather my thoughts before I continued the case of the mysterious ex-boyfriend.
"Hey," a voice called. Slow, quiet, monotonous. "Twilight Sparkle, right?" The only expression in her voice was the slight upward lilt at the end that signaled a question.
"Oh, hello," I greeted courteously. "I'm sorry, but have we met before?"
"Sort of," she said. "My name is Maud. Your friend Pinkie is my little sister."
"Oh!" The name immediately clicked, and a sense of guilt weighed on my back. "I thought you'd be—"
"Out there? Nah, parties are more of her thing."
She poked around her turtleneck before sitting down next to me.
"Why did you let her throw this big party then?" I asked. Maud didn't exactly look like the life of the party, judging from the sad-looking dress she wore.
"Because my sister loves it," Maud answered plainly. "It makes her happy, and I like seeing her happy."
I paused for a moment, not really knowing what to say. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did," Maud answered, her voice absolutely deadpan. "But yes."
"If Pinkie were to come home gushing about someone she liked, how would you advise her in dating, as a big sister, you know?"
Hey, I'm getting better at being subtle, I think.
Maud paused, but her expression didn't change. It rarely did during my conversation with her.
"I guess I would tell her to be careful," she answered. "Knowing her, she's going to fall fast and hard. I just want to make sure she's not crushed when she finds out they're not the one. Now, tell me. Is she?"
"No," I answered, "just a hypothetical."
"Figured," Maud commented. "Would it be too much to ask who you like?"
I froze in place, not really knowing what to say. "I, uh, well, you see."
"It's a girl isn't it?" Maud pressed, keeping absolutely calm. "Not that I mind. You just seemed too skittish, and most girls would have mentioned a boy."
"But that doesn't mean—"
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"Is it Pinkie?"
I shook my head, and she nodded. "Not that she's not great and all. I mean—"
"Well, whoever it is," Maud started, "just ask her out. I'm sure she'll say yes." She paused for a moment before digging in her pocket. Her hand came out swiftly, holding a gray, uninteresting pebble. "Boulder told me he’s hungry again."
Without saying much else, she disappeared behind into the kitchen while whispering consoling words to the stone in her palm.
So much for my sage advice. What does she know? I asked myself, immediately questioning her validity based on her relationship with a rock. For all I knew, that rock could have been her lover, and this was just a giant waste of time.
I hit another wall. The clues didn't help, and I didn't get much from Maud. The search for the evasive Flash Sentry was back on. He might as well have been invisible, considering how hard he was to find. I should have figured it would be impossible to find Sunset's "Mystery Hunk."
"I like to call this one, ‘A Flash to the Past,’" a voice introduced, followed by the sound of a familiar chord structure, playing at a pleasantly upbeat tempo.
I stopped at the back of the room, watching the blue-haired boy sing in an attempt to liven up the party. Aside from his hair being ridiculously styled like a caricature of Elvis for the party's theme, he was familiar. It didn’t take me long to realize that I had run into him before, but we never really connected much more than a passing conversation.
Halfway through his musical set, he glanced in my direction and didn’t look away. It also didn't help that I was one of the few people not outside dancing. I sat on a chair against the wall, hoping to talk to him once he was done.
He put his guitar down, and then he set his sights towards me.
"Twilight," he called, leaning against the living room wall.
"Flash, right?" I greeted, taking a reassuring sip of my water. "I didn't know you play guitar."
"Yup," he answered, "and yeah, I play guitar."
"Cool," I said, faking interest. "Sunset also plays guitar."
Gee, Twilight, that wasn't forced at all.
Flash nodded and scratched at his head. "Yeah, I taught her a bit while we were dating."
My eyes flared, a staged reaction on my part to egg him on. "Oh, really? I didn't know that. She would always mention on how she had a good teacher."
That part was a lie, but it worked just the same to butter him up. With his ego stroked, he seemed to be a lot more receptive to talking about Sunset Shimmer.
"I could teach you," he offered, his smile getting wider.
"No thanks. I'm just looking to see what Sunset likes—so I could get her something for her birthday."
"Oh, I didn't know her birthday was coming up."
Maybe there's a reason Sunset dumped him. It couldn’t have been that hard to remember a birthday or at the very least the month—or even season—it's in.
"Aside from guitars, did you two have anything in common?" I asked, flashing an innocent smile and using every ounce of effort to look like I wasn't digging for information. I could have sworn my cheeks were supported with wires by how much they were hurting afterward.
"Well, we never really connected... ya know, intimately?"
I crossed my arms, hoping to just drop the subject of that but no. Conversations required closure or something. The next few minutes were spent trying to politely claw myself out of the conversation that went by at a rock’s pace. I already knew what he was telling me. The girls (and Sunset) had been hounding me to join their band, insisting that I was a good singer. How they knew, I didn’t know.
With his words already less helpful than what I already knew, I was ready to throw in the towel for the night.
I stepped back outside, hoping to clear my head with the mind-soothing sounds of heavy metal. Kidding, of course. I spent a good twenty minutes wandering the party, taking part in small talk with other Canterlot students and declining their offers of cider. The party itself was lively—I couldn't take that away from Pinkie. Even though it wasn't my thing, the pink party girl sure worked some magic turning rocks into the can't-miss event of the month.
Retreating back into the safety of the party, I stopped in an isolated corner. Pushing through walls of guests, I slumped onto a foldable chair and decided to wait the party out.
“Twilight?”
I shrunk, recognizing the voice. “Hey, Sunny Flare.”
Looking up, my fears from earlier were confirmed as Sunny Flare was standing by me. Unlike the other guests, she wasn’t dressed to the rock theme—she was still wearing the Crystal Prep uniform.
“Dean Cadenza told us you transferred the other day,” she said quietly. “Then I got an invite on MyStable from one of your new friends, and I figured…”
“Sorry.” I stared down at my shoes. “I should have said something before I left, but...”
She put her hand on my shoulder. “It’s fine, Twilight. I get it. I mean, it sucks and all, but I probably would have left too, especially since Cinch is still running things.”
“Yeah... I couldn’t really stay around for much longer.” I paused, debating on whether to tell her any more.
“The rest of the girls really wanted to see you, but they had to leave a while ago.”
“Oh,” I hummed.
Sunny dug her hands into her pockets. “How are you holding up? You know, after the whole transformation thing.”
“Okay, I guess.” It was a lie, but I didn’t want to bother her with my problems.
“If you want to talk about it, or anything really, feel free to come to any one of us,” she offered. “It was just as much our fault, and we really want to make it up to you. You’re our friend, Twilight.”
I hung on the word “friend” and immediately felt selfish. Maybe it was my introverted nature, but it was hard for me to feel like I really made any friends. I wasn’t all to sure if it was a reluctance on my part from shyness or fear of those feelings not being reciprocated.
I adjusted my glasses. “I’ll… I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, Sunny. I needed to hear something like that.”
The conversation lulled, long enough for it to be a nice, quiet moment. Sunny Flare hummed a little while staring off at the party.
“Who’s the cutie at my ten?” Sunny asked, pointing off toward a girl wearing a flower crown.
“Oh that’s, uh, Roseluck, I think,” I answered. "She's in my calc class."
“I’m digging the psychedelic vibe. I'm gonna go see if she wants to dance,” she announced as she stood up. “See ya, Twilight. It was great talking to you.”
“You too,” I said, leaning back into my metal chair. I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling jealous of Sunny Flare's confidence.
Emotionally drained for the day, I plugged in by earbuds and substituted the party’s music with my own. I managed to get a few solid minutes of alone time before my earphones were mercilessly ripped out, and I was brought back to the world of guitar solos.
"Bringing your own music to a party? Not cool, Twi." Rainbow scolded, although not seriously, more of an immature hazing sort of way. "Seriously, though," shespoke up through an entertained chuckle. "Come on and join the party. Even Fluttershy's out there having a good time. So is Applejack, and she's square dancing to punk rock."
"I'm not really a good dancer," I protested, hoping to drop it at that.
She held out her hand, ignoring my excuse—a friendly gesture, no doubt. Without hesitating, I grabbed the flannel-clad arm and joined the punk rocker into the fray of the party. Tonight was somewhat of a failure, so I figured I should just enjoy myself for the rest of it and salvage the experience.
"Any luck finding Flash Sentry?" Rainbow asked, leading me into the familiar group of girls.
"He was a bust," I answered truthfully. "Apparently they weren’t close. It kinda makes me wonder how they ended up dating in the first place."
“She dated him for popularity," Rainbow answered. "Any one of us could have told you that."
"I didn't think Sunset—"
"There's a lot of things she did before she mellowed out," Rainbow clarified. "It's a long story that she should probably tell you herself."
"But—"
"The only 'but' should be the one you can shake," Rainbow ordered playfully before shoving me into the thick of the party. Any cry of protest was ignored as I was pushed into the center of the dance floor.
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"Catch!" Pinkie's bubbly voice called right before I was struck with a pile of flannel that landed squarely on my face. I wrestled with the pajamas for a moment before unfolding them.
I was tired. The party had been a blur, mostly forgotten other than the notes I had taken after most of the action died down. After the party, I stayed behind along with Sunset and the rest of the girls to clean up what we could. Empty cider bottles and soda cans were easy enough, but there was a folding chair still stuck in a tree somewhere. The only light we had were the streetlights and the moon, and unsurprisingly everyone agreed that climbing up a tree at one in the morning wasn’t the smartest idea.
Still, after putting everything away, the cozy inside of Pinkie's house was comparable to warmest of campfires.
Pinkie's parents were gone—they usually weren't around whenever Pinkie threw the world's biggest shindigs, hootenannies, or whatever. Maud offered the six of us her room but we all declined, choosing to cram into Pinkie's tiny room for the night.
I slid myself into my sleepwear, feeling the warm touch of fabric rub against my legs.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack had already passed out, exaggerating their ruggedness by opting to take the floor next to Pinkie's bed. The blonde clutched her hat against her chest like a child would with a stuffed bear. Rainbow, clad in a pair of men's boxers and a tank top, shared the cramped space, unconsciously pushing her friend so she had more room.
I chuckled to myself as I spread a spare blanket over the two.
Pinkie Pie took her own bed, obviously, although she had offered to share it with Rarity and Fluttershy. Both of them, however, had modestly declined, each taking a couch pillow from downstairs to occupy the last bits of free space on the floor.
So that left me with the bed... with Sunset Shimmer.
I swear I didn't plan this. Fate just decided on a whim to have a sense of humor. Story of my life, I figured.
It was a total of two days since green-lighting The Sunlight Project, and I could confidently say that I slept with Sunset Shimmer and not be lying about it.
Of course, we had the buffer of Pinkie Pie in between us, so it wasn't as aligned in the stars as it seemed. Sunset squirmed under the shared covers, and I pretended not to notice. We were all girls there, but I couldn't help but feel my cheeks flush with blood as Sunset carelessly tossed her bra in the corner.
"Hey! Watch where you throw that!" a half-asleep Rainbow scolded. "Jeez, it's all sweaty, too."
Once again I pretended not to notice, mentally blocking out the slanderous remark.
At least half an hour passed and I legitimately could not fall asleep. The sounds of slumber filled the room as most of them seemed to snore. I got up from the bed, thanking everything that I didn't have to climb over Pinkie Pie or trip over the sleeping girls. My throat was dry anyway, so I took it both as an opportunity to both grab some water and stretch my legs.
The halls were empty, almost eerie compared to earlier in the night it was littered with partygoers who ignored the "do not go upstairs" sign. The evidence was still around, forcing me to trod through crushed red party cups and potato chips.
In the corner of my eye, lit up perfectly in the moonlight, was a notebook. It was Sunset's notebook, to be specific, hanging out of her half-open bag. The gold accents shined, immediately drawing my attention towards the leather-bound book, where a heavily-stylized sun was printed. It looked awfully expensive—awfully private.
I'm not proud of what I did. It was an invasion of privacy, yes, but I couldn't help myself.
Greedily, I flipped through the book, my hands awkwardly fumbling the golden-lined paper until I reached the last passage.
I am not proud of what I did, and I am not still not sure of what I found.
I reread the first line over and over again trying to mentally comprehend the words on the page.
Dear Princess Twilight,
I fully admit, I burst out laughing when I read the title of this version. I fully understood why it was written and that made me crack up hard. And as much as you think he's pointless or unfunny in this version, it really does feel so much better because it much more accurately depicts that he's no longer a part of Sunset's life and even Twilight can tell that. It sets the mood, doesn't break any character, and while it might not be as 'funny' as your previous version (lack of laughs aside), this feels much more appropriate and how the characters would actually treat the situation.
Though you did sort of leave in Twilight saying Pinkie said he was faceless when she meets him when she doesn't say that in this version, but it's a minor slip up I'll let go. Either way, even if you didn't enjoy it as much, this was a much better version of the chapter. Thank you for the compromise heh
The other version was better dont know why people gave it all the hate
6796877 I probably missed it in the re-edit. My bad, I'll take it out. I just really hope some people would see the equal word count and assume I didn't do a single thing with it . I think that was the hardest part of the edit. Thanks for pointing it out.
This sentence is incomplete. What is she running the risk of?
6797113 Oh hey, another screw up, let's make it a drinking game.
6797125 Sadly, the largest casualty of The Great Flash Sentry Conflict is that pun. I had to sacrifice it to give people the option to read the alternate chapter. At least it will live on in the comments.
Hopefully it's all over now that this chapter is out. It was funny at first. Now it's just a big hoopla about nothing.
The flash Sentry is Fine and Dandy version! Oh my gosh!
I was totally fine with the chapter before and the Flash jokes. Hey, I shaded Flash in one of my stories before.
6795495 Nah, no bad blood or nutin, heck my upvote is still there and one chapter with something I dislike that won't come back isn't gonna sour the entire fanfic beyond repair. I just feel like jokes shouldn't come at the cost of contradicting canon like this. It would've been fine if you filled some empty space with a joke, something that hasn't been established yet, but to outright deny canon facts is crossing the line IMO. The canon facts are that the humane6/5/whatever all know Flash pretty well and not one of them seems to look down upon him for his "blandness" or "forgettableness". If there was a hint of such, it would've worked as an exaggeration (like with Twi's social awkwardness), but it's a direct contradiction instead, which I can't accept.
Well, I can now say without any shred of doubt that the chapter with the Flash Sentry jokes was both better from a story perspective and quite a bit funnier. I know I'm going to sound bad here, considering I was one of the Flash Sentry debaters, but he feels even more boring and bland here where he's not treated as a joke. In the previous chapter, his lack of personality was at least noticeable.
The moral of the story here, if you're wondering, is that there is no winning when it comes to Flash Sentry.
HiddenMaster out.
I was waiting for a NEXT chapter , and we got a Re-Edit so the cry babies finally stop their whinings...
6797220 Fair, I guess we just have fundamentally different priorities with storytelling. Which isn't a bad thing. I totally respect your viewpoint even though I valued the comedy more than canon.
6797332 I know right? During the edits, I couldn't stop laughing on how boring his canon, faithful-to-the-character part was. I made him boring by removing the exaggeration of his boring. How's that for meta-humor? My head is hurting just thinking about the irony.
6797220 There is such a thing as "Show, don't tell". The fact that no one calls the guy bland or boring does not mean he isn't. In fact, if everyone treats him as interesting and likable without any indication why, this just makes it worse. Makes him a Mary Sue who is acquainted and liked by all the characters we care about for no reason, from an audience perspective.
6797403 6797220 GUYS NO STOP. I CAN'T. PLEASE, I THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER OH GOD I MADE IT WORSE LMAO
6797415 Aw. But it was just getting to be fun... Oh very well.
Well damn. Pretty bummed out that it wasn't a brand new chapter. But I'm not complaining. Keep it up!
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6797415 Well I had a totally awesome and irrefutable answer to 6797403 but if you insist I guess I'll just sit on it and NOONE WILL EVER KNOW.
6798249
Well yeah? I had an even MORE irrefutable and awesome-er argument to make! But I guess now we have to agree to disagree...
6798492 Actually I'm willing to bet that my answer would've totally trumped yours, and I shall now detail why I think so:
6798707 Dude, stahp! You're collapsing the wave form. We have Schrodinger's argument going on!
6798724 Little did you know that this had been my plan all along! Setting off these disturbances in the comments of all the key fanfics at the same exact moment will jump-start a chain reaction that will erase all comment sections across the entire website! Tremble before me, for my true name is Superb Owl, destroyer of words!
I admit, the only problem I had with the previous chapter was that the Main 5 didn't remember Flash's name, despite saying it a few times in the movies.
So... there's just two slightly different versions of the same chapter? That seems rather pointless.
I'm completely obsessed with this story!! It's so entertaining and has a wonderful plot. Your writing style is really good as well. I've literally been checking for updates everyday since I found it and I can't get enough.
When I saw the last update was the remake of the last chapter, I was disappointed but I did go ahead and read it, just to see what was new. I understand why you added the extra rewrite and I know that it's 'canon' for the girls to know his name. But I honestly loved the joking about Flash. It made it so much more enjoyable. It's a fanfiction story. You have liberties you can take to make your story!
Aaaaanywho- Wonderful story. SunLight is the best.
Oh man, did we seriously need another version of same chapter just because some guys were crying about you making fun of Flash? Whatever, I won't complain, mainly because it's kinda funny, those guys reminded me of little kids who won't quiet down until they have their way. Seriously, guys, take a joke!
That aside, this is story is really good, and I'm looking forward for more!
MMMMMMmMMMMMM Strong in the LoLs this one is.
Did I miss the argument? Shit, why did no one come get me and tell me there was a chance to dunk on Flash-lovers?
WHY MUST I MISS THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE?
But seriously. If they're allowed to write stories where Flash is a giant Mary Sue, suave and charming and full of depth he never even hints at in canon, then people are allowed to write stories where Flash is a jester or a bland background face. To not allow you to write such a Flash should automatically disallow anyone from writing Flash in a positive light.
The moment I read the words
, I thought of Green Day. Still don't know why.
6961749 Sorry, to dunk people, you have to become a skeleton first, and make puns. Until then, you are denied!
You're a shitty scientist, Sci-Twi.
*slow clap*
After reading the rest of the story to check, this is the one exchange in it which still feels weird to me. Twilight should have no clue when Sunset's birthday is other than that her new friends aren't preparing for it, should still be thinking of Flash as the guy apparently awesome enough to earn Sunset's affection, is very tightly wound up... and doesn't immediately flash to "Oh-my-god-of-course-her-birthday's-not-coming-up-he-knows-everything-why-did-I-use-such-a-stupid-excuse!" I can accept the rest of it (Twilight hasn't interacted that much with random boys, has no great respect for her brother, and has recently concluded she must be a lesbian, so her not thinking of Flash - well, thinking is totally reasonable), but that exchange should have hit her hard without either first pushing Twilight further into her "obsessive blindness" state or anything to change her preconception of Flash.
Yes, obsessing a bit much myself. Starting to slowly make up for six months of reading but not posting here. Sorry, but not enough to not comment.
Uhh... before what?
Square dancing? With whom? Ideally, that requires at least 8 people. 4 would seem like the bare minimum, being a square, and all.
Then again, Bugs Bunny got away with only two, and himself as the caller, or whatever it’s called. But he’s Bugs Bunny, so…
Shimmle sounds kinda ridiculous if you ask me.
So that's why she's looking for him. Not a bad idea. I think
I doubt anyone would want to bob for a rock. 😒
Wow, I did not see that one coming.
I think that rocks pace moment was kind of a coincidence to add to this chapter being a rock themed party. 🤣
Looks like sunny flare is into girls as well. 😕
Lol