Bon Bon transferred to Canterlot High suddenly from Trottingham and has zero friends till a blonde haired girl reaches out.
Bon Bon transferred to Canterlot High from Trottingham and loses all her friends. She doesn't know anything or anyone in Canterlot. All she knows is her four years of highschool is going to be miserable and lonely till a blonde haired girl continously reaches out and talks to her. Could this be her first new friend?
“We’re moving?” I asked in disbelief. I stared at my mom in shock.
“Yes dear,” Sweetie Drops sighed. “There’s so much potential in Canterlot for us. Good market, a farm in town we can get apples and other supplies we need to make our candies. And we can get away from your father.” She said the last part with disdain. I hated how she talked bad about him.
“Dad is a good person,” I retorted and Mom gave a frustrated sigh.
“We’ve been over this Bon Bon. Your dad did some bad things. We got a divorce for that reason. It’s why the courts gave me full of custody of you and why he isn’t allowed to see you,” Mom rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“Yeah you keep saying that. Yet you won’t tell me what he did!” I shouted. I hated how she never told me anything. She always says he was a bad person but never showed the evidence.
“Because you aren’t old enough to know yet. I’ll tell you when you’re eighteen and you can decide if you want to see him. I’ll only tell you when you’re an adult. Right now, you’re still a minor and I don’t think you’re ready to know yet.”
“In other words, you don’t trust me. That’s cool,” I grumbled.
“That’s not what I said Bon Bon. I just said I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“Why are we even moving in the first place? I’ve been wanting to go to Trottingham High for years. All my friends are going there. Storm Clash, Sprinkle Medley and Beauty Brass are going. Why can’t I?" I demanded. Mom sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Because I bought a giant warehouse for us to make our candy’s in. Spent a good few hundred thousand on it and all the equipment, renovations and I hired a bunch of people. We will be living on the top floor,” Mom explained. “It’s the best for us. This town has too much baggage for us. No one has looked at us the same after the divorce.” I glared at her.
“So you’re moving huh?” Sprinkle asked as she sipped her milkshake. “That’s shitty.” I groaned as I sat across from her and Storm Clash and Beauty Brass sat next to me.
“I know, right? It’s such bullshit!” I growled. “I want to go to school here. With you guys. I have no idea who even lives in Canterlot.” I typically don’t cuss but this was an extenuating circumstance. This was my whole life we were talking about. It had taken me years to overcome my shyness and I had to do it all over again in a new city surrounded by a bunch of strangers.
“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Maybe a new environment would be good for you,” Beauty Brass suggested. I glared at her.
“How can you say that!? You’re supposed to be on MY side!” I grumbled.
“I am. But you know, this town has been a shitshow ever since you know. Maybe it’s good to get away from it all. New town and a new chance for less drama,” Beauty Brass defended herself.
“Beauty is right,” Storm sighed as she ate her donut. “This town has been a mess.” I looked at all of them sadly.
“Do you all feel this way?” I asked quietly. They all looked at each other before nodding. “What if we aren’t friends anymore?” Sprinkle gave a laugh.
“Stupid. Just because you’re moving doesn’t mean we will stop being your friend. You can still text and call us,” Sprinkle giggled. “When are you moving?”
“Two days from now. Mom already has a whole moving truck full of our stuff. She bought a factory in Canterlot to make our candies out of. I will admit it’s a nice property. Lots of storage and in a popular part of town with the schools,” I admitted. “We will make a lot of money there but still. It doesn’t mean anything if I have no friends.”
“You’ll make friends. You’re a smart kind women,” Beauty announced and my other two friends nodded their agreement. “Just don’t forget us. We will stop and say bye. Like Sprinkle said, you can text and call us.”
“She’s right,” Storm grinned. “Besides, Canterlot is a good town. I was looking at going to the college there after high school.” I sighed and sipped my chocolate shake.
“I hope you guys are right. It’s just, it took me so long to even talk to you guys. My highschool life is going to be a lonely four years,” I stirred my shake.
“I doubt it. Besides, maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend there,” Sprinkle winked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“That’s pretty optimistic of you. I don’t have a girlfriend here and I won’t have a girlfriend there. People just don’t like me.” My friends had been surprisingly supportive when they found out I was into girls. I had thought they would kick me out but they were completely cool with it.
“Oh please,” Beauty rolled her eyes. “You’re a perfectly normal, lovable person. You’ll find someone. It took me a long time to find Noteworthy. Just give it time.”
“I’ll bet five dollars you meet someone there,” Storm announced. “She’ll be a nice girl and a musician. Probably will play the harp and is into hard rock music.” I loved the opera. That sounded the complete opposite of the person I would date. The harp part was pretty nice though. I could respect a girl with a hobby like that. I heard it was really hard to play an instrument like that. I played the piano in my free time. Beautiful instrument. It’s my goal to play the piano with my partner and share my love of the instrument with everyone I meet.
“I think you broke her Storm,” Sprinkle giggled. “Earth to Bon Bon come in. Do you copy, over?” I shook my head a little.
“I’m sorry what?” I asked.
“You blanked on us. I asked if you wanted to go to the movies with us tomorrow before you go. Think of it as a last night on the town before ya go,” Sprinkle grinned. “We can raise all sorts of hell.” I shrugged.
“I’m down for the movies but not the hell raising part. Maybe just a quiet night will suffice,” I replied. “If that’s okay with you all.” They all shrugged.
I let out a sigh as I shoved a picture of me and my friends in a box. I really hated the idea of moving. It’s like Mom didn’t even care about what she was doing to me. I worked super hard to get the proper grades I needed to get into the school I wanted. All for nothing. All for some school on the other side of the country.
“You still going to the movies with your friends?” Mom stuck her in the doorway and I glared at her.
“Yes Mother. We are,” I grumbled. “At least they care.” Mom narrowed her eyes and I gulped a bit. That might have been a mistake.
“Watch yourself young lady. I can make you stay home but I won’t,” Mom warned. Okay, yeah. That was definitely a mistake. She had been in a bad mood today and I’ve been trying to avoid making her mad. She doesn’t get mad often but when she does, she lays down the law. She’s not physically or verbally abusive but is very strict when mad.
“Sorry mom. It’s been a stressful few days and I’ve been disrespectful. I apologize,” I sighed. Just because I was angry doesn’t excuse my behavior. Mom sighed and sat down next to me on the air mattress.
“I know love. Moving is stressful,” Mom admitted. “I know this isn’t what you want but believe me. This is going to be a good change of pace for us. There’s an opera in Canterlot for you, a great big lake near the factory. This is going to work out.”
“I’m going to be lonely all four years of highschool so forgive me for not sharing that sentiment with you,” I flopped back on my air mattress I had been sleeping on since our beds were on the Uhaul trucks.
“You’re not going to be lonely dear. You’ve made friends once before and you can do it again. And if you don’t well, you still have your friends here you can call and text,” Mom reassured me.
“I know. I don’t know anything about Canterlot or where anything is.” Mom frowned slightly. She had been doing that a lot recently.
“Well I could have chosen to send you to Crystal Prep but after my research, you wouldn’t good there. Plus the principal is a arrogant jerk. Canterlot High is the best for you. Lax dresscode, theater classes. Music and orchestra made up by your fellow classmates. Surely you could find someone in there to make friends with. I have complete faith in you.”
“So what movie exactly do you want to watch?” I asked Sprinkle. She gave a shrug and tossed a french fry into her mouth.
“I don’t give a damn. I’m honestly down for anything. As long as Storm doesn’t get to pick,” she commented. Storm threw a french fry at her and glared.
“I pick good movies thank you very much,” she scoffed with exaggerated anger before smirking. “Better than Beauty at least. If I watch Beauty and the Beast one more time, I’m going to kill myself.” I gave a low chuckle. She always said that about Beauty’s movie choices.
“Something funny over there, Titanic?” Storm turned and faced me. I resisted the urge to facepalm. I absolutely loved the Titanic. A very romantic movie. Wish someone did that for me. Minus the letting me go and letting me drift away to die in the ocean. That part sucked.
“Nothing,” I chuckled. “And the Titanic was a good movie.” Storm rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“Oh yeah a great movie. She literally let go of him to die while she’s saying I’ll never let go Jack. Who the fuck says that? The nerve of that girl was through the fucking roof. She should have pulled him on the door with her. That was a big ass door and had more than enough room for one person. Absolutely ridiculous!” Storm fumed while Sprinkle grinned.
“I think you are missing the point,” Beauty rolled her eyes.
“No you’re missing the point. The point is Rose was a bitch who got her boyfriend killed. She even had sex with him in a strangers car on a boat!” A few people in the fast food restaurant we decided to stop at gave us weird looks and Storm turned red as she slid down in her seat. “Anyway. All she cared about was fucking him. Remember the whole draw me like one of your French girls scene?” I gave a laugh and turned red.
“That was funny. The bed- the couch,” I giggled and sipped my sprite. “He looked so nervous but professional.”
“Did you know Leonardo DiCaprio messed up his line? He forgot it and the director liked it so he kept it in,” Beauty Brass mentioned. “If I wasn’t dating Noteworthy, Leonardo could draw me like a french girl of his.” Sprinkle gagged and rolled her eyes.
“We should have seen that one coming from a mile away. You’re so weird. Maybe you can ask Noteworthy to try drawing you,” Sprinkle suggested.
“What makes you think I haven’t?” Beauty winked at her. We all looked at each other.
“God that mental image makes me want to drink bleach and kill myself,” Storm grumbled after a moment of silence.
“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but I agree. That is terrifying,” I sighed. Sprinkle stayed quiet but nodded her agreement.
“I think we got off topic of picking a movie we are going to see,” Beauty said. Sprinkle opened her mouth to speak.
“We are not watching Interstellar again. That movie is confusing. If we do, I’m smothering you in your sleep,” Storm threatened before she could speak. “I know where you live, I know where you live and I know where you live. Don't forget that.”
“And we know where you live,” I reminded her with a grin. “Don’t forget that.” Storm paused as she registered my words. Sprinkle gave me a fist bump as Storm sighed.
“All packed I take it?” Sprinkle asked as we sat on the floor of our old house. Storm was laying her back playing on her phone and reading God knows what. I wouldn’t put it past her ass to be reading sex fan written stories about Star Wars or something. Actually, Beauty might be the one to do that instead. Speaking of Beauty.
“Yeah. Where is Beauty Brass at?” I asked my two friends. I was leaving today and I honestly don’t know if I will ever see these three again. I was hoping she would be here soon. We were leaving in about an hour or so. Sprinkle and Storm looked at each other nervously.
“Sorry Bon but she’s on a date with Noteworthy right now,” Storm said hesitantly.
“Are you fucking serious? He literally lives in this town yet I’m moving and she can’t even come say goodbye? Fuck her,” I fumed. I might be overreacting but my feelings are hurt. She literally sees her boyfriend everyday at school, but she can’t come say bye. She didn’t even text me or call me telling me she couldn’t make it. It would be nice to be told this thing before hand.
“I agree,” Sprinkle sighed. “This was a duck move on her part. If Bon Bon of all people is cussing, shit is bad.” Storm nodded and raised an eyebrow.
“Did you just say a duck move?”
“Yes. A duck move,” Sprinkle smiled.
“Uhm I think you mean a dick move,” Storm pointed out. “A duck move just sounds like a duck on the move.” Sprinkle shook her head.
“I’m trying to be clean so I say a duck move,” she said solemnly.
“Yeah okay. Good luck with that,” Storm snorted and faced me. “She will text you or something. If not, I’ll bitchslap her. I never really liked her anyway.” I gawked at her in shock.
“Storm! You can’t be serious!” Sprinkle glared. Storm smirked at her.
“I’ll leave that up for you two to decide if I’m serious or not. Just don’t tell Beauty what I said.”
“Okay then. When do you gotta go?” Sprinkle asked me. I gave a sigh and checked my phone..
“Twenty minutes. Remember all the memories and sleep overs we had in this house?” We all gave fond sighs and smiled.
“Remember the one time that Sprinkle thought she found a snake in your shower at three am and screamed, waking up the whole block?” Storm grinned. Sprinkle turned a bright shade of red.
“It looked like a snake!” She defended herself. “Remember when Storm was talking in her sleep about fighting off the forces of evil and that Narnia was real?”
“Fuck off!” Storm laughed. “I thought we agreed never to speak of that again.”
“I thought we agreed to never mention the snake incident of two thousand and eight but we did,” Sprinkle retorted with a smirk. “That was a crazy year. Wasn’t that the year people said the world was going to end?”
“No. I think that was two thousand and twelve,” I shrugged with a finger on my chin. I had completely forgot the whackos said the world was going to end that year. It was even crazier that people actually believed it. I personally don’t believe in such things but evidently others did. I don’t think any of my friend group did either but who knows. I’m still learning about them everyday.
“Remember when we snuck pop into the movie theater and the guy asked what was that and Sprinkles dad just said it was his stump swinging around?” Storm asked. Sprinkle fell over and laughed.
“I couldn’t believe my dad did that. To this day, that was the funniest thing I have ever seen.” Her dad had lost his leg when he fought in a war and used crutches. He was a pretty nice guy if he wasn’t having a ptsd attack. Those were scary as hell man. I had never seen anything like that before in my life. I hope I never have to see one again.
“Yeah that was funny. The clerk looked so confused and was just like enjoy the movie,” I giggled.
“You ready to go Bon Bon?” Mom stuck her head in and I frowned.
“Is it time already?” I sighed. Mom gave a nod.
“Yeah unfortunately it is. Did you want me to pack snacks for the car ride?” I shrugged and nodded.
“How long is the drive?” Storm asked my mom.
“About a twenty to twenty five hour drive,” Mom answered and we all three cringed. That was a long time of driving. At least we planned to sleep in hotels on the way there instead of just driving the whole time. Pretty sure that was illegal to be honest.
“Dang,” Storm whistled. “You all drive safe and don’t forget to call and text us Bonnie.” We all three stood up.
“If you don’t, we will find you,” Sprinkle threatened with a smirk. “And attack you with pillows.”
“The hard kind. Not the fluffy kind,” Storm chimed in. I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks for the clarification Stormy.”
“What do you plan on doing the whole time?” Sprinkle asked. I held up my phone and head phones along with my charger and a few books.
“Gonna watch the Titanic,” I explained. Storm scoffed and rolled her eyes before gasping.
“Know what I just realized?” She asked.
“What?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Rose murdered him! She set the Titanic on fire before it went to sea too! She should go to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred. Straight to prison!” Storm shouted. Here we go again with the Monopoly references.
“The Titanic hit a iceberg though. It wasn’t on fire,” Sprinkle frowned.
“It actually did set on fire before it set sail. On the opposite side kept out of view of the public. Someone took a picture before they moved it and there was a giant black spot on the side. It’s where the iceberg hit. That’s why it sank was because the metal was already compromised. Otherwise it likely wouldn’t have sank,” Storm explained.
“Oh,” Sprinkle said as she hugged me. “Stay safe, ya hear? If you need us, we’re a text or call away.” I quickly hugged her back and Storm sighed as she joined in.
“We love ya so much,” Storm whispered. “I hate how hard this is. I’ve been trying to not pay attention to it but it’s hard to now that it’s actually happening.” She sounded like she was about to cry. That never happens. I can’t remember the last time I saw Storm cry. It was at least in fifth grade. Years ago at most. I hugged her with my free arm after I wiped a tear away.
I pressed my face to the glass of the car in awe. I’ve never seen snow before. This is insane. It looked so fluffy and I just wanted to go jump in it.
“Mom look! Snow! Honest to God snow!” I pointed eagerly. Mom glanced over to me and snickered.
“Yes Bons. I see the snow. Beautiful, isn’t it?” She gave me a pointed look. “And you weren’t excited about moving here.” I realized my mistake and tried to rein my emotions in.
“I mean it’s okay. Could be better,” I folded my arms. “Why was there snow anyway?”
“There’s always snow on the mountains,” Mom explained as she drove down the winding road. I could see a town at the bottom that I assumed was Canterlot.
“Is that it down there?” I asked curiously.
“Yeah. It’s a nice town. The warehouse we have has a completely renovated apartment on the top floor. Very spacious based on the pictures,” Mom nodded as we got closer and closer to the town on the bottom of the mountain. I wish we could have a house in the mountains. See snow all the time that way.
“Okay. We have to bring everything up there ourselves don’t we?” I asked with a sigh. I was not looking forward to that. If I ripped my dress, I was going to be pissed. Mom shook her head to my relief.
“The moving company has all our belongings set up in the rooms I asked. All we have to do is pick our rooms,” Mom explained. It isn’t that I was against doing physical labor, it was just stressful. Plus tiring and hard on my wardrobe. I prided myself on my clothes. I spent a lot of my allowance on my outfits.
“Well that’s an upside to all of this. I get the small room I assume.” It had always been like that because I’m younger. Makes sense that the parents or well parent in this case gets the bigger room. It used to make me mad when I was like eight but now I don’t care. A room is a room. Not like I decorate my rooms or anything like that anyway. All I do is sleep and read in there. Plus to get away from Mom when she’s being annoying.
“Our rooms are the same size. The only difference is mine has a bathroom attached to it. It has two bathrooms in the apartment surprisingly. Might as well just call it our house at this point. That’s practically what it is.” Fair enough.
We stood in the living room of our new house as we were calling it. I hate to admit it, but this is nice. Super spacious and all.
“So this is it huh?” I finally spoke as I sat on the couch and crossed my legs.
“Mhm. Pretty nice right?” Mom grinned as she sat next to me. We had spent hours unpacking and putting our small and big belongings in our rooms and such. Mine was the quickest because I don’t own much to display. All I had was my laptop with a sticker of three wrapped pieces of candy on the top, my movies and TV. That was pretty much it. I need to find my DVD player still. I always got a lot weird looks when I say I prefer physical dvds over streaming services. Sure they are convenient but there’s nothing like having to actually put the DVD in and all that fun stuff.
“It is nice. I like the view and the deck,” I grudgingly admitted. We didn’t have a deck at our old place. My deck has a view over downtown that I’m sure will look amazing at night. I’ve never really had any reason to stare at the night sky mainly because I never had the opportunity or the means to do so comfortably. “How far away is my school?”
“It’s about a fifteen minute walk. Less if I drive you or if you take the bus. The bus doesn’t run most days apparently because it breaks down a lot,” Mom answered as she sipped her wine. Mom never drinks unless it’s a good occasion and even then, it’s a small amount in moderation. I suppose us having a new place is a pretty good occasion to her. It’s still iffy to me. The snow was an upside. Especially when I found out Canterlot gets a lot of it. We don’t get snow back home unfortunately. I’m so going to snowball mom when I get the chance. Maybe block her car in with a giant snowbank so I can avoid going to school with strangers.
“Oh okay. Why can’t I be homeschooled? No bus and no need for you take me. Plus I don’t have to walk then,” I grinned hopefully. Maybe then I can at least be lonely in my own home instead of lonely at school surrounded by loud messy obnoxious fellow high schoolers.
“Because you won’t make friends that way Bonnie,” Mom sighed. “Besides, the school has more than any online school does. Online school doesn’t have an orchestra or a theater club for you to join. Canterlot does darling.”
That was a good reason I suppose. The orchestra and theater part. I didn’t even know a highschool could have an orchestra. This school obviously must have an abundance of talented students. I can respect that. I don’t think many orchestras use pianos in them though. I mainly listen to the opera. It’s calming when I’m in large crowds of people. It just speaks to me in a way. Not many people understand it but oh well.
“I’ll give it a shot mom,” I finally said.
“Excellent!” Mom beamed at me. “You’re a very capable young woman. I know you can do it. Now you have school tomorrow so you should get some sleep.” I hated that I had to spend a long time in the car and immediately go to school. Barely a chance to get acquainted with the town but that isn’t mom’s fault. She hadn’t expected to receive an offer for the warehouse when she did and decided to jump on it. I smiled and gave her a nod as I stood up and walked away.
“Alright. Goodnight mom.”
“Goodnight. I love you,” Mom closed her eyes as she leaned back on the couch. I paused with a foot on the stairs as I looked back.
I stood in front of a medium sized highschool and tried to ignore the loud students laughing and yelling as they saw their friends. I had forgotten my headphones at home on my desk so no opera for me today sadly. Which sucks because I could really use it. I caught a glimpse of movement in my peripheral and tensed up slightly. I knew no one here and didn’t trust a soul in this building.
“Muffin?” I turned my head slightly to the left where a grey girl with messy blonde hair and a eye problem was holding a basket of muffins out to me eagerly. I don’t judge so I was avoiding looking at her eye. We all can’t be the same after all.
“Uhm sure. Thank you Miss,” I hesitantly took it and bit into it. Even though I had breakfast and wasn’t all that hungry, I didn’t want to be rude and make an enemy on our first day of school. The girl smiled wider and giggled.
“You don’t have to call me Miss. Derpy is fine,” she nodded at the muffin in my hand. “Do you like it?” She wore a hopeful expression that looked absolutely adorable.
“It’s good. I like the blueberries,” I said honestly. I really did enjoy blueberries. My favorite fruit. Same with strawberries. Did they ever decide if strawberries were a fruit or not? I don’t care, I’m still calling them berries. Easier that way. I don’t really like change to be honest.
“What’s your name?” Derpy asked eagerly.
“Uh Bon Bon,” my eyes flicked around nervously. She grabbed my hand and shook it really fast. Fast enough that I felt myself getting a bit dizzy. Thankfully she let go before anything worse happened. I’d hate to throw up on her and ruin her skirt or shirt. “I’m new here.”
“Silly girl! We’re all new here because we are all freshmen!” Derpy laughed and I cursed myself internally at my mistake. “Well most of us are. I am. There’s sophomores, juniors and seniors here too.”
“I’m also uh new to Canterlot,” I admitted cautiously.
“Oh! Well, welcome. Where did you move from?”
“Uh Trottingham,” I answered as I caught a glimpse of a pink girl with pink poofy hair walking up.
“Hey Derpy!” She shouted and I cringed a little. This was the loudness I wanted to avoid.
“Hey Pinkie,” Derpy chuckled as she hugged her. “How was your summer?” Pinkie excitedly hugged her back.
“Great! Did lots of baking, eating frosting, eating sugar out of the container!” Pinkie gushed. In my opinion, the girl could use less sugar. She let go of Derpy and glanced over at me. Her eyes went wide and she made a gasping sound before jumping in the air and quickly ran away just as quick as she had appeared.
“Uhm what was that about?” I asked cautiously.
“That would be Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie. She’s harmless. Mostly. I’ve know her since fourth grade,” Derpy shrugged as she smoothed out a wrinkle in her skirt. So my theory had been right. I was going to be in the majority of the odd one out here at this school. Maybe a few others would be the same and I could talk to someone. “Hey I’ll be right back and I’ll show you around, okay?”
“Okay,” I muttered. Why she was asking my permission to leave, I’ll never know. She nodded as she walked up to a mint green teen with green hair and a white streak in it. She was wearing ripped black jeans and an unzipped grey jacket with the words Disturbed on the sleeve and she was wearing a shirt that said Slipknot on it under the jacket. Whatever that was. She and Derpy hugged and started eagerly talking as I stared at the girl. She glanced over gave me a faint smile along with a wave. I quickly looked away and felt my cheeks faintly burning. Why, I have no idea. I don’t even know what that means.
“Hello everyone! My name is Miss Cheerilee and I’m the English teacher, math teacher and the librarian. I’m going to be your teacher for these next four years so I hope you guys don’t get too tired of me. I see some new faces and I see some familiar faces,” the young women at the front of the class smiled warmly. I had an odd attraction to her. She just has such a warm and friendly personality that you can’t help but like her and want to be around her more. “Why don’t the new students go around and tell us something about themselves in order for us all to get to know each other?”
That sounded like an awful suggestion. I hate public speaking and this was just another form of it on a smaller scale. Derpy was sitting next to me as she built a building out of pencils. A girl a few rows ahead of me stood up and I hoped we weren’t going down the row because I was forth then.
“Uh I’m Lavender Lace. I’m fifteen and I like reading and going to magic shows,” she sat down and Miss Cheerilee beamed.
“Excellent Lavender! It’s nice to meet you.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie does all the best magic shows in all of Canterlot!” A blue teen wearing a cape and hat boasted with a grin.
“Please no interrupting Trixie,” Miss Cheerilee chided with a smile. I was surprised she wasn’t mad or anything. So far she seems like a great teacher but this is the first day. Things might change and this might be an act to get us to like her. If I was brave enough I would ask around about her but I’m too scared and shy for that.
“How about you?” Miss Cheerilee pointed at Derpy. She eagerly stood up and almost fell.
“My name is Derpy. I like baking and muffins!” She grinned as she held out the same basket of muffins from earlier. “I made enough for everyone in the class!” Miss Cheerilee took the basket with a smile and set it down on the table.
“Thank you for such a a kind gesture Derpy! I’ll be sure to pass them around after this. Do you have a sister by any chance?”
“Yes. I have a sister named Dinky and a brother named Crackle Pop. They are in the middle school wing. I have another sister named Amethyst Star. She’s a freshman this year too,” Derpy answered as she sat down.
“I’ve met all three. Very nice kids,” Miss Cheerilee smiled as she stopped at my desk and my blood froze. “What about you, young lady? What’s your name?”
“M-me?” I pointed at my chest and she nodded. “B-Bon Bon.”
“What do you like to do Bon Bon?” Miss Cheerilee asked with her warm smile. I responded by sliding into my seat in an attempt to make myself seem small and she gave a nod. “You don’t have to answer. I hope to get you to come out of your shell a bit this year, Bon Bon. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” I whispered. This was going to be a long year.
I sat under the stairs of my school, eating my school lunch of pizza, chocolate milk and a pile of apple sauce. The lunch lady was obsessed with apples because half of everything she gave the students was apple related or apple filled. Her parents must have loved apples too because her name was Granny Smith. I glanced out the window and sighed. This place was lonely, just like I thought.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” I heard a voice and I glanced over in the direction. A fiery haired girl had a girl wearing a beret cornered against a locker to my confusion. “I’m talking to you. When I talk, you speak. You like to speak about me when I’m not around yet you won’t when I’m in your face.”
“I-I’m sorry Sunset. It won’t happen again,” the girl stammered out with a terrified expression. A pang of sympathy went through me. Being bullied sucked. Or maybe this Sunset wasn’t a bully and she was just dealing with some rumors the other girl started. I don’t know anything about either of them so I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.
“I hope so for your sake. Don’t let us have this conversation again or else you won’t like the consequences. Now get the hell out of here,” Sunset snapped as she stepped and the girl took off like a dog with her tail tucked between it’s legs. Sunset stepped back and smirked as her eyes fell on me. “What are you looking at, Curls?” I assume she was talking to me.
“N-no one,” I mumbled. She rolled her eyes and stepped closer.
“I can’t hear you. Speak up,” she demanded angrily.
“I said no one miss,” I said a bit louder and she gave a smug nod.
“Good girl. Stay out of my way and don’t look at business that doesn’t involve you,” she started walking down the hallway with two boys following her, smirking at me. Well, that was certainly an interesting interaction.
“Hey there,” I glanced up at the same green girl from before leaning against the stairs with her arms folded. “What’s up?”
“Uhm hi,” I said before sipping my chocolate milk. The girl rolled her eyes.
“Why are you sitting here alone?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s quiet over here. The lunch room is so loud and lots of people. Not a huge fan of loud noises,” I explained. She gave a faint nod.
“I can relate. Sometimes I have to get away from it all too.” Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. She didn’t seem like the type to need to get away based on her clothes.
“Makes sense,” I answered.
“Bon Bon right?” I flinched and stared at her.
“How do you know my name?” I asked nervously. She rolled her eyes and held up a hand.
“Relax. Derpy told me your name.” I let out a sigh of relief at that. At least no one was talking bad about me. “Plus we share science class and the teacher called your name for rollcall this morning.”
“Oh right,” my face burned from embarrassment at that fact. I really should have remembered that happening. “How long have you know Derpy?”
“As long as I can remember. Our parents are friends so there’s pictures of us hanging out together as babies and so one,” she answered as the bell rang signifying the end of lunch. The girl pushed herself off the stairs and grinned at me.
“See you around,” she walked away and winked back at me before rounding the corner and I sighed. School sucks.
”What’s with you?” Storm asked as I glanced over to my phone and rolled my eyes. Storm was laying upside down on her bed whole Sprinkle was spinning around in a chair.
“Tired. It’s been a long day,” I answered.
”Same here. School has been super boring recently,” Sprinkle as she glanced over to Storm and gave her a dirty look with a faint blush. ”Storm?”
”Yeah Sprinkle?” Storm asked as she played on her phone with her skirt hanging around her waist and I turned faintly red too. She never really wore skirts, she always preferred jeans. Mainly black ripped ones for no reason. Why go to the store and buy ripped clothes?
”Your skirt is hanging around your waist and we can both see your underwear,” Sprinkle answered.
”So? You guys have seen them before.”
”There’s a difference between seeing them in your dresser and then seeing them on,” Sprinkle retorted. Storm rolled her eyes and scoffed as she sat up, smoothing her skirt down and covering her lower half up.
”You two are so prudish, you know that?” Storm grumbled as she returned to her phone. I sighed as I picked up my strawberry plush and squeezed it, looking at it’s smiling face.
“What should I do Mr. Berry? Why are those two people at school even talking to me? And why does Minty even care about talking to me? They don’t even know. At least Derpy can make good muffins. She’s been coming up everyday since school started last week and every lunch,” I sighed and heard a cough. I glanced at my phone and turned bright red. Both of my friends were staring at me in confusion.
”Are you talking to your plush?” Storm asked with a playful smirk. I turned even redder as I gave a sheepish nod.
”You named the plush I got you in fifth grade Mr. Berry?” Sprinkle asked.
”Who the hell is Minty? Are you friends with a tube of toothpaste?” I rolled my eyes.
“No it’s this girl at school. I didn’t get her name so I’ve been calling her Minty to my plush and my hairbrush. She has mint green hair, mint green skin. She reminds me a bit of you now that I think about it, Storm. Same ripped black jeans and messy hair. She’s kinda cool. Feel kinda weird when she’s around but I don’t know why.” Both my friends gave each other mischievous smirks.
”Someones got a crush,” Sprinkle sang with a teasing grin and a wink. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t get crushes on people. It’s probably just awkwardness about being in a weird situation is all. It’ll pass,” I answered. My friends gave me an unconvinced frown as they looked at each other and back to me.
”If you say so,” Storm said. She glanced off to the side and her eyes widened slightly. ”We’ve been on the video call for four hours now. I gotta get home. It was nice talking to you Bons. We gotta do this again tomorrow.”
”Okay. See you guys later,”I sighed. Four hours was a pretty long time for us not gonna lie. We usually rarely called. We always just meet in person but that isn’t really an option anymore.
“Hi Bon Bon,” Derpy greeted me as I opened my locker and hung up my backpack. I straightened one of my curls and smoothed down my dress, quickly adjusting the blue bow around my waist.
“Morning Derpy,” I smiled. I was a bit happy to see her. It had been a boring week end of helping mom make our various candies we sell. I typically liked it but it was a bit boring at times. “How are you?”
“Pretty good. And yourself?” Derpy asked. I gave a shrug as I shut my locker. I didn’t have a lock yet because I hadn’t had the time to buy one. Maybe in a week or so I’d muster the energy walk to the store and pick one up.
“I’m decent. Can I ask a slightly offensive question?” I asked nervously. Hopefully she didn’t get mad at this. I didn’t know if she actually would take offense or not.
“Yeah sure. I doubt it could be too offensive though. You don’t seem to have a rude bone in your body,” Derpy chuckled as she leaned against a nearby locker.
“Why are you so nice to me? You don’t even know me,” I pointed out. Derpy smiled and rolled her eyes.
“That’s hardly offensive. I don’t know why you thought it would be. But to answer your question, I’m nice to you because I’m nice to everyone. And we are friends,” Derpy announced to my surprise. I didn’t even think we were.
“W-we’re friends?” I asked, pointing to our chests. Hopefully she didn’t take the wrong thing by me doing that.
“Well duh! I talk to you all the time, bring you muffins all the time and we sit next to each other in English class,” Derpy smiled. “We are friends. Right?” My eyes slightly widened.
“Yes!” I exclaimed and took a deep calming breath. “I mean, yes we are. I didn’t think I’d make friends here is all. I’m kinda shy if you haven’t noticed.” Derpy gave a short laugh and patted my shoulder.
“Trust me. I’ve noticed.”
“Will Minty be okay with us being friends?” I asked. Derpy raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side in confusion.
“Who is Minty?” She asked in a confused tone.
“Your green hair friend with the white streak in her hair, you know the one I’m talking about. I didn’t get her name so I call her Minty,” I explained. Derpy laughed and gave me a hug to my shock.
“You’re so adorable. Lyra. Her name is Lyra,” Derpy revealed.
“Lyra,” I said aloud, testing the word. Sounded like an instrument name honestly.
“How about I introduce you two today at lunch? So that way you don’t have to sit under your stairwell every day,” Derpy teased. I rubbed my chin and shrugged. Sitting under the stairs was messy on my clothes.
“Sure why not. Do you become friends with everyone?” I asked. Derpy smiled and shrugged.
“I try to be. If Sunset Shimmer changed her ways, I’d offer her friendship if she needed it. I’d probably be the only one here to do so to be honest,” Derpy answered.
“What do you mean, change her ways?” I asked curiously. Derpys smile fell slightly but she forced it to stay on her face.
“Bon Bon, meet the group,” Derpy nodded to the other two at the table. A girl with a large belt sat with her purple sunglasses and headphones on. She and Lyra had similar black jeans on. Apparently that was a thing the two did was prefer jeans over skirts or dresses. Lyra gave me a smug smirk as she bit into a pear.
“See you decided to abandon your stairwell. That’s Vinyl,” Lyra nodded towards the girl with the headphones. “You already know Derpy. I’m Lyra or Minty as you call me.”
“Your name sounds like an instrument,” I mused aloud. Lyra nodded.
“Me and Vinyl are in the music class. We share fourth hour with you.” I snapped my fingers. I knew Vinyl looked familiar.
“You play the harp right?” I asked. Derpy gave me a concerned and quickly shook her head.
“I play the lyre. They are different. You pluck the strings of a harp. You strum a lyre like you would a guitar. You hold a lyre with two hands because you sit with it in your lap. A harp can be played one or two hands,” Lyra explained. I got the feeling she was telling the truth because of how serious her expression was.
“I play the piano,” I said quietly.
“We know. We listened after school because Vinyl here forgot her bag. Plus she has the hots for a certain British cello player in the class and wanted to see if she was still here,” Lyra smirked as Vinyl quickly elbowed her. I gave a faint nod. I didn’t know anyone had heard me playing.
“So how’s home Derpy? I haven’t seen Amethyst or Dinky or Crackle in a few weeks,” Lyra looked at our mutual acquaintance.
“They’re good. Amethyst is going to school here. Surprised you haven’t seen her yet. She’s mainly been chasing after Sky Reign,” Derpy chuckled.
“She’s way too young be chasing after boys,” Lyra chuckled herself.
“Don’t worry. Dinky is chasing after a boy named Button Mash. She and Sweetie Belle both like him. Crackle won’t admit it but he likes Silverspoon. I won’t hurt his feelings but I don’t see that happening. She’s too stuck up,” Derpy sighed.
“Hopefully Dinky gets Button Mash first. I don’t really care for Rarity.” I had no clue who Rarity or Sweetie Belle or Silverspoon was. I bit into my sandwich and sighed contently at the strawberry jelly attacking my tastebuds. Loved the jelly more than peanut butter to be honest.
“You know you can talk. You can trust us,” Lyra smiled.
“But it’s okay if you wanna get to know us a bit better,” Derpy chimed in.
“We don’t bite,” Lyra smirked and gave me a wink. “But I can if you wanted of course.” My face felt slightly hot at the implication of what she said. Vinyl let out a snicker and tossed a cracker in her mouth.
“What class you got next?” Derpy asked.
“Science. With Ms Harshwhinny,” I sighed. She wad a super strict teacher. I wish magic was real so we could clone a million Cheerilees and spread them to schools around the US but alas, magic does not exist.
“I feel bad for you,” Lyra sighed. “She’s a bitch.” While I wouldn’t have used that language, I agree.
“Yup.”
“Wanna come over sometime?” Derpy asked to my shock.
“Sure I guess,” I replied. Lyra and Derpy shared a grin. This should be interesting. “I’ll ask Mom after school.”
“So what do you all do here?” I asked curiously. Derpy sat next to me on her families couch as we watched a Star Wars movie. Vinyl and Lyra were sitting at the dining room table playing some card game with a stack of cash between the two. Occasionally one of them would grumble a curse word and place a dollar on the ever growing pile. Well, Lyra would curse. Vinyl would make frustrated noises.
“Well we do anything really. Watch movies, play card games or video games, eat ice cream and pop corn. Mainly just be super unhealthy for a few nights. Well unhealthy for me. Lyra and Vinyl inhale sweets and pop like it’s no big deal,” Derpy smirked.
“Interesting. So not much different from what my friends and I did back home.” Lyra glanced over curiously before tapping the table and Vinyl handed her another card, making Lyra pump her fist in the air enthusiastically.
“What were your friends names?” Derpy asked. “Back in Trottingham, I mean.”
“Storm Clash, Sprinkle Medley and Beauty Brass. Though me and Beauty are on awkward terms right now,” I admitted.
“Why’s that?”
“She has barely talked to me since I moved. She said she would come see me the day I left and only two of my friends came. She went on a date with her boyfriend instead,” I sighed. “Pretty sure she ended our friendship. Hate fake people like that.”
“I’m sorry. Do you talk to your other friends?” Derpy asked. She was quite inquisitive tonight. Or maybe she was always like this. Either way, I was happy to answer questions.
“We have group calls all the time. We face timed a few nights ago. Storm fell asleep on the phone snoring and talking about donuts her sleep,” I chuckled.
“Derpy does the same. Except she talks about muffins her dreams, not donuts,” Lyra chimed in. Derpy rolled her eyes with a smile.
“What are you guys playing?” Derpy asked as I focused my attention to the movie. I’ve never seen Star Wars before so it was cool. Once the four had found out, they sat me down and shoved the first movie in and told me to watch. So far, it was good. Lyra said that The Phantom Menace was a bit slow for her and I’m inclined to agree. The lightsaber battle is cool though.
“Blackjack,” Lyra answered simply. Vinyl grumbled as she added a five dollar bill onto the stack. “It’s going back and forth right now.”
“Aren’t you a bit young for gambling?” I asked.
“Relax Bons. It’s just a friendly game between friends. We split the money equally afterwards. No biggie and no hurt feelings,” Lyra commented. “Wanna play?”
“After the movie sure. I’ve never played before though,” I admitted. The only card games I know are Uno, War and Go Fish. I glanced back at the screen and my eyes widened as one of the Jedi got stabbed with a lightsaber and killed. “They just killed him. I liked his character.” I put on a slight pouting face and Lyra chuckled.
“You’re cute when you’re pouting. The movie is basically over. Come here and I’ll teach you,” Lyra stood up and gestured for me to come over. Hesitantly, I nodded and stood up, walking over and sat down in her chair. I turned a bright shade of red at her compliment.
“Alright so the point of blackjack is to get as close to twenty one without going over. Jacks, kings and queens are worth ten. An ace is worth eleven. The number cards are worth the amount it says. Two, four you get the idea. The best possible blackjack hand is an opening deal of an ace with any ten-point card. You typically don’t play against each other, you play against the house. Me and Vinyl are taking turns playing the house,” Lyra explained. “You get given a card, Vinyl draws two of her own. One gets placed face down. That card is called the hole card. Only she knows what she has. Afterwards, she will ask you if you want to stand or hit which means you get another card. Standing means you skip your turn and it goes straight to her. You can also double down but it’s risky.”
“How so?” I asked as I glanced at Vinyl.
“The double down in blackjack is when you double your bet in the middle of a hand, after which you only receive one more card. It’s risky because if you get dealt a low card, you can’t hit again, and could risk losing twice as many chips,” Lyra answered. Derpy brought a chair over and sat down, watching us. “In this case, chips is money. A real casino uses chips but you probably already know that.”
“Okay. Uh I’m ready,” I nodded. Vinyl gave a thumbs as she slid a card my way before putting one in front of her and gave me a second card.
“Okay, you got a four and a two. Right now you got a six. Vinyl has a six as well,” Lyra leaned over my shoulder and looked at my cards. “I’d hit and get another card. Just tap the table and she will slide you another card.”
“Alright,” I tried to ignore the feeling of Lyra’s hair tickling my neck and her pressing against my back. My cheeks felt faintly hot for some reason as I tapped the table. Vinyl placed a card in front me.
“I’d stand. Right now, you have a seventeen. If she has a seventeen too, it’s a push and you get your dollar back. The house always stands on seventeen,” Lyra explained. “Seventeen and higher is always a bit of a risky time to get more cards. Go over twenty one and you have busted. Trust me, you lose instantly and the dealer wins. I always hope to get at least a twenty or an eighteen. Nineteen is good as well, but nothing beats a straight blackjack unless she has one too.”
“But I uh didn’t bring a dollar,” I mumbled.
“Don’t worry. I got it,” Lyra tossed a dollar in front of us from her pocket.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tried to argue. I didn’t want to accidentally lose her money. Lyra patted me on the head with her smirk.
“Don’t worry. I want to,” Lyra purred. I gave a faint nod.
“I’ll stand. I don’t want another card,” I said. Vinyl nodded and flipped the hole card over.
“She’s got a twelve right now,” Lyra answered. Vinyl added another card and grumbled. “And she busted because of the queen. Nice win Bons,” Lyra gave me a shoulder pat. “If you weren’t sitting, I’d hug you.”
“Alright girls, it’s late,” Derpy’s mom stepped into the living room. “I’ll take you home Bon Bon. The other girls have a sleep over so you guys go get changed into your pajamas and brush your teeth.” Lyra quickly elbowed Derpy who yelped. Lyra gave her a pointed look and subtly nodded to me.
“Wait! Can Bon Bon stay the night too?” Derpy asked her mom hopefully.
“That’s up to her and her mom,” Derpys mom said as she eyed me. “You can stay if you want.”
“I’ll go call my mom. She will probably say yes,” I stepped into the kitchen and pulled my phone out and dialed my mom’s number.
”Yes dear?” Mom asked in a tired voice. ’Do you need a ride home?”
“Uhm no. They actually want me to spend the night but I wanted to ask you first,” I admitted.
”Of course you can. Let me talk to Derpys mom first please,” Mom said eagerly. Her tired tone had disappeared.
“Okay. Hey Derpys mom. My mom wants to talk to you,” I stepped back into the room.
“You can call me Ditzy if you wish. That’s my name,” Ditzy smiled as she took my phone. “Hello?” She stepped away and I didn’t hear any words.
“Your mom is going to bring some clothes over for you to change into,” Ditzy handed me my phone. I checked to make sure mom wasn’t on the phone still before I slid it into my pocket.
“I have a tragedy going on right now,” Lyra announced as soon as I sat down at the lunch table. Derpy sat to my left while Lyra and Vinyl sat across from us. Derpy shot Lyra a concerned look.
“What’s going on?” Derpy asked.
“I’m bored.” The three of us let out a groan and glared at her. I thought something serious had happened, like a family member dying or something.
“Don’t scare me like that again,” Derpy grumbled. “I thought something serious had happened, like a family member dying or something.”
“How did you know I was thinking that?” I asked.
“Magic!” Lyra exclaimed. “She read your mind.” I rolled my eyes.
“Magic isn’t real Lyra,” I proclaimed. Derpy quickly poked my side and shook her head.
“Magic is real. Unicorns are real. Mythological creatures are real!” Lyra exclaimed excitedly.
“Now you’ve gone and done it,” Derpy whispered with a smile. I was getting the feeling this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Probably wouldn’t be the last either.
“I’m a firm believer in all things mythological. Nothing will change my mind so don’t even bother trying to stop me,” Lyra looked at us all.
“Sunset looks angry about something,” Vinyl nodded to the fiery haired girl. Her two lackeys were following her. I later learned that their names was Snips and Snails. That’s not important right now.
“She speaks?” I stared in shock at Vinyl. Lyra gave a chuckle.
“I know right? I almost had a heart attack when she first spoke to me. She’s quiet,” Lyra explained. Sunset stopped at a spiky green haired girl and yanked her up, giving her a shove. She quickly walked her to the bathroom. “Now this I wanna see. Let’s go.”
“I don’t know about this one Ly Ly,” Derpy said nervously. “I don’t think they’re going in the bathroom to hug it out.” Lyra rolled her eyes.
“What about you Bon Bon?” Lyra looked to me hopefully. I had finished my lunch so might as well go see what’s happening.
“Yeah let’s go.” We both stood up and walked to the bathroom.
“This should be entertaining,” Lyra rubbed her hands together as we walked into the bathroom. It was pretty empty except for one other girl, Sunset and the girl she took in there. Sunset delivered a quick punch to her stomach and she stumbled back against the stall with a cry. My eyes slightly widened, I hadn’t expected this of all things. Sunset punched the girl in the face repeatedly until she fell to the ground. I glanced at Lyra nervously and stared in shock at her cruel grin. This wasn’t the Lyra I been getting to know. Sunset gave the girl a quick kick to the stomach and knelt down, grabbing her face.
“Don’t fuck with me ever again. Do it again and I won’t hurt you. I’ll hurt your friend,” Sunset nodded to the other girl who had been watching with a hand over her mouth the whole time. “And you know I keep my promises.” The green haired girl gave a shaky nod as she wiped some blood off her mouth and nose. Sunset let go of her jaw and stormed out of the bathroom.
“That was entertaining,” Lyra whispered to me as the other girl helped her friend up and walked her out of the bathroom.
“What the heck just happened?” I asked. I’ve never seen a fight before in all my life.
“I’m assuming Cherry Crash did something to piss her off. She deserves to get her ass kicked in all honesty. I don’t like her,” Lyra grumbled.
“But why? What did she ever do to you?” I asked curiously.
“It’s complicated between me and her. She’s my ex,” Lyra admitted. I didn’t know Lyra was into girls so this was a surprise.
“You’re gay?” I asked cautiously.
“I’m bi. Not gay,” Lyra corrected. “Uh what about you?”
“I prefer females to be honest. Guys are okay I guess. I’ve never been with either nor have I ever dated anyone,” I admitted.
“Fascinating. What are you doing after school today?” Lyra asked with a thoughtful expression.
“Nothing. Homework most likely,” I answered.
“Wanna go out to a bar?”
“Lyra, we’re underage! We can’t!” I exclaimed. Lyra smirked and rolled her eyes.
“Not one of those bars silly. I mean there’s a karaoke bar that doesn’t serve any alcohol downtown near my house I like to go to. They allow minors in there and have really good security,” Lyra explained. “So no one does anything bad in there.”
“You can sing?” I asked in awe. I didn’t know much about the girl but I didn’t expect that.
“Of course. I’m a girl of many talents,” Lyra smirked. “Whaddaya say?”
“I’m down. I live downtown so I can just walk there. Text me the address,” I smiled. Lyra nodded before her eyes widened.
“We haven’t given each other our numbers yet,” Lyra whipped a black marker out of her pocket. “Hand please.” I held out my hand and Lyra quickly wrote down some numbers on it before putting the marker back. “I’ll text you the address. It’s a date then,” Lyra gave me a wink and she strode out of the bathroom. A date? I thought to myself nervously. Surely she misspoke.
“So who all attends this place?” I asked as we stood outside a building with a microphone on the side.
“Lots of people. Vinyl is the dj. She works here,” Lyra explained. “It’s how I get in for free. I’m friends with the owner, nice lady.”
“Interesting,” I shrugged. “I should get a job. I just help mom out in the candy store. Sometimes I work the register or stock the shelf or wrap the candies. I like making them the most.” Baking was probably the best part of the job.
“So how do you get paid then?” Lyra inquired.
“Mom just gives me the money as my allowance. Plus I’ll inherit the business one day,” I answered.
“Where is this candy store at?” Lyra asked.
“The big factory downtown. We live in the upstairs.” Lyra snapped her fingers.
“I know the place. Me and the others walk past it all the time. We watched them working on it for a few months,” Lyra nodded.
“Do we have to sing here or no?” I asked hesitantly.
“Nah. Some do, some don’t. It’s perfectly acceptable to just watch,” Lyra smirked as she held open the door. I gave a grateful nod as I stepped inside and stared in awe.
“Wow. That’s a nice building,” i commented. There was a stage with microphones and Vinyl was sitting on the stage with a laptop. Lyra gave me a wink.
“I know right?” Lyra smirked as she walked up to Vinyl and fist bumped her. Lyra had changed out of her normal ripped black jeans into a pair of normal ones and a long sleeve blue shirt. “You can sit anywhere. Just sit and watch.”
“Uh watch what?” Lyra picked up a microphone and gave Vinyl a quick nod who pressed a button on her laptop and music started playing.
“I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, watch you smile while you are sleeping. While you’re far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure,” Lyra sang and smiled at me. I’ve never heard anyone sing quite as good as this.
“Don’t want to close my eyes, I don’t want to fall asleep. Cause I’d miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss a thing. Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do. I’d still miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss a thing.” My cheeks turned faintly red.
“I don’t want to miss one smile. And I don’t want to miss one kiss. And I just want to be with you. Right here with you, just like this. And I just want to hold you close. I feel your heart so close to mine. And just stay here in this moment. For all the rest of time.”
“Don’t want to close my eyes, don’t want to fall asleep. Cause I’d miss you baby and I don’t want to miss a thing. Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do I’d still miss you baby and I don’t want to miss a thing.”
“Don’t want to close my eyes, don’t want to fall asleep. Cause I’d miss you baby qnd I don’t want to miss a thing. Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do I’d still miss you baby and I don’t want to miss a thing. Don’t want to close my eyes, I don’t want to fall asleep, yeah and I don’t want to miss a thing,” Lyra finished singing and gave a quick bow with a grin as the other people started clapping. I quickly joined in. Lyra set the mic down and sat next to me.
“That was spectacular Lyra,” I smiled at her.
“Thank you,” Lyra blushed slightly. “It wasn’t that good.”
“Are you kidding? That was amazing!” We stood up at the same time. Time flies when you’re having fun, feels like we just walked in here but it was hours later. I glanced at a girl with large orange poofy hair and a red gem around her neck curiously before we walked outside.
“So did you have fun?” Lyra asked as I heard a faint rustling in the bushes behind us.
“Yeah. It was fun.”
“I’m glad we got you a bit out of your shell,” Lyra commented as she hip bumped me. That was good and all but I had a quick question.
“Can I uh ask you a question?” I asked.
“You just did but go ahead,” Lyra smirked.
“You uhm called this a date back at school. Is this what that was or no?” I asked curiously. Lyra rolled her eyes and stepped to me. She gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and played with my hair a bit. My eyes widened as she stepped away and my cheeks were burning again as I heard the rustling sound again. She stepped away and smiled.
“Does that answer your question?” She asked. I gave a slow nod and she chuckled. “You should see your face right now. Absolutely adorable when you’re flustered. I’ll see you Monday at school Bon Bon. We really should do this again sometime soon.” She gave a wave as she started to walk away.
“Yes we should,” I said to myself as I walked to the car and opened the door, sitting next to mom.
“So who was that?” Mom grinned.
“A friend from school,” I replied. Mom raised an eyebrow.
“Didn’t look like just a friend to me,” she commented.
“It’s the truth,” I answered. In all honesty, I didn’t know what to feel or why I had a weird feeling in my chest and stomach. Mom maintained her teasing grin.
“So,” Derpy grinned at me as we sat at a table drinking milkshakes. “Heard you and Lyra hit it off this week after school friday.” Derpy wore a smug grin.
“You could say that,” I admitted with a blush. “It was certainly an eye opening experience.” That was an understatement of the century. For my first kiss, it was certainly memorable.
“Oh I bet. She put the Lyra charm on you I bet,” Derpy chuckled.
“Maybe she did,” I blushed and hid my face a bit.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal for you to be nervous about liking her,” Derpy commented. “Next thing you know, you’ll be making a love potion and all that.”
“Love potions? I don’t even know if I like her yet,” I admitted. Derpy raised an eye as she raised the straw to her mouth.
“Let’s see. She kissed you, you didn’t push her away or get mad. You’ve been blushing around her anytime she flirts with you or compliments you. You’ve been having a weird feeling in your chest and stomach everytime she’s around and you like being around. Sure sounds like you have a crush to me Bonnie,” Derpy sipped her shake.
“She’s been flirting with me?” I asked. Derpy sighed and gave me a pointed.
“You really haven’t been picking up on her signs have you? What, you think she just kisses every girl she meets?”
“Uhm no?” I offered.
“Okay. I love you but you’re really oblivious. I’ll give you a hint, she likes you obviously. I shouldn’t tell you this part but she talks about you all the time. She thinks you’re one of the cutest person she’s met.” My face once again turned bright red.
“S-she really thinks that?” I asked as I played with a strand of my hair. I didn’t really pay attention to people around me much. Except Lyra or Derpy or Vinyl of course.
“God help me.”
“Sorry. I uh think you’re right. I think I do like her.” Derpy gave a look.
“You think? It’s kinda obvious. Me and Vinyl have been trying to get you two together since the biting comment at lunch that one day. Lyra has a very interesting way of flirting to say the least.”
“Oh. I don’t know how to flirt really. People never really liked me this way before,” I admitted. Derpy gave a sigh.
“Same. People don’t really like me in general. I’m kinda meant to be alone.” I gave her a concerned look.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean I get called a retard a lot because of my eye. So I’m always going to be single. But it’s okay because I have friends so it balances out,” Derpy admitted. I felt kinda angry at that. Derpy was super nice.
“Hey,” I reached across the table and lifted Derpy’s chin up gently so we made eye contact and I stared into her giant golden orbs. “There’s nothing at all wrong with you. You’re perfect how you are. We all have our flaws. You don’t even let yours bother you. You’re the most happy, easy going person I know. You will find someone.”
“Thanks Bon Bon,” Derpy leaned across the table and our milkshakes tipped over onto our hamburgers and fries. We both looked at each and laughed.
I leaned against the piano patiently. School had ended thirty minutes ago and I was waiting for Lyra so we could talk. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. The door opened and Lyra stepped inside wearing a yellow skirt to my shock along with her white shoes. She and Vinyl both had agreed that the skirt trend that Canterlot High was going through was lame and that they wouldn’t wear one.
“Thought you said you wouldn’t wear a skirt,” I commented.
“That was before we realized how expressive we could be with them. The yellow means I’m in a good mood,” Lyra explained as she leaned against the piano next to me and I tried to ignore her thigh pressing against mine. “What ya wanna talk about?”
“So uhm remember last week when you kissed me and everything?” I asked quietly. Lyra let out a chuckle.
“How could I forget?”
“So uh what do you feel about me?” Lyra tilted her head before smirking.
“You’re smart, funny, cute. Oh and adorable. You have a good personality,” Lyra answered. Good response. That’s what I was hoping for.
“So you like me then is what you’re saying.” Lyra blushed as she looked away.
“Yes. But if you don’t like me back, that’s perfectly okay-” I placed a finger on Lyra’s lips and she stared at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I do like you. You’re special in a way that I don’t quite understand yet. I’ve never dated anyone before so I don’t understand half of these weird feelings. You’re funny and nice,” I admitted sheepishly. Lyra pushed my finger off her mouth and gave me a grin.
“So what are you saying exactly?” Lyra asked.
“Uhm would you want to you know?” My eyes flicked around nervously.
“Go out?” Lyra suggested.
“Yes that.” Lyra propped a finger against her chin in thought before leaning close and kissing me. I sighed contently as I felt her tongue push against my lips and I slightly parted them, feeling her tongue push into my mouth. I didn’t really know what to do because the only time I’ve been kissed was when Lyra did so quickly after the karaoke bar. I pressed my tongue against Lyra’s and she rubbed my back with a hand while her other played with my curly hair. Lyra’s tongue swirled around mine and the door opened. Our eyes widened as we hastily separated.
“Sorry guys,” Derpy turned bright red. “We uh forgot our bags.” Vinyl stuck her head in and quickly nodded her agreement with a grin before walking inside. Derpy didn’t have music class so why would she forget her bag?
“You don’t have music class Derpy,” Lyra pointed out. Derpy and Vinyl looked at each other cautiously.
“They know we were spying on them!” Vinyl exclaimed. “Every girl for herself!” She pushed past Derpy and ran out the door. Her eyes widened as she glanced at us.
“Don’t leave me behind! Gotta go! Got uh muffins to bake!” Derpy gave a nervous chuckle as she quickly followed Vinyl. Me and Lyra looked at each before laughing.
“The answer is yes by the way,” Lyra spoke up.
“I kinda figured that by the kiss.” Lyra gave me a mischievous smirk.
“Speaking of kissing, wanna go again?” I quickly nodded. I may not be good at kissing right now but I have the feeling I’m going to become an expert soon enough. Lyra nodded as she placed a hand on my waist.
I sighed as I leaned up against the register and brushed my apron off, making sure it was tied around my waist. Call it ocd, but it if wasn’t tied tightly around my waist I would get mad as heck. Gets in the way if it isn’t. I glanced down and started counting the candy speck decorations in the tiles. I got up to about fifty when the door opened. I didn’t look up but sighed.
“Welcome to the Sweet Shoppe, Canterlots premium candy store. We currently have a forty percent off sale on all caramels, lollipops and sea salt taffy. No, I will not be lowering the price anymore than it already is because I’m not allowed to adjust prices without Moms consent. If you need help finding anything, ask me or another employee and we will help you. If you find something you like, don’t hesitate to bring it up the counter and thanks for shopping with us today,” I recited the store greeting mom had us all memorize. Helped customers remember where they got their candy from and let a good opinion in their mind.
“Well don’t you sound all professional,” a familiar voice purred. My head shot up at Vinyl, Lyra and Derpy standing front of me. Lyra was leaning against the counter wearing her smirk I adored. “I could use some help now that I think about it. Looking for an employee. Her name is Bon Bon, blue and pink curly hair. Her mom is the owner of this place. Maybe you could help me find her?” I decided to play along and rubbed my chin.
“I’m not sure if she’s working today but I can certainly ask around. Let me go check for you,” I spun around. “Bon Bon! Got some customers asking for ya!” I spun back around. “Hey guys. What’s up?” Lyra clutched her hand to her chest and gasped.
“Oh my. So adorable. Going to die from cuteness overload,” Lyra grinned.
“That was funny,” Derpy giggled and Vinyl chuckled with a grin. I gave a quick exaggerated bow.
“Thank you thank you. I’m here all week,” I grinned.
“Bon Bon? What are you doing?” A voice behind me asked and I spun around.
“Oh uhm nothing mom. Nothing at all,” I said hastily with a smile.
“Are these your friends from school?” Mom asked curiously. “And the girl I caught kissing you after that date at the karaoke bar?” My cheeks turned slightly red while Derpy and Vinyl laughed.
“Yeah that’s me. It’s nice to meet you,” Lyra smiled.
“It’s nice to meet my daughters girlfriend finally as well,” Mom smirked. Lyra looked at me curiously.
“You told her I see. Coolio.”
“Uhm yes. Did you tell yours?” I asked nervously. While I may not know much about dating, I did know that telling your parents was a big step. Your partner meeting your parent was a bigger step. Lyra’s face darkened for a second before she sighed.
“I don’t really see my parents all that often. They’re both always out on music shows and business. They don’t really answer text or calls eithers.”
“Where do you live then?” I asked curiously. Hopefully she wasn’t homeless.
“Oh at the house. I live alone practically. It’s why I’m always sleeping over at Derpy’s so I have company or her and Vinyl are always hanging out at my place. This way I’m not lonely,” she explained.
“How do you have food then dear?” Mom asked worriedly. Lyra waved it off.
“They have groceries delivered weekly so I have food and all. We don’t have any pets anymore since I was really little so all I have is Derpy, Vinyl and Bon Bon. It’s why I hate Rarity. We used to be really tight back in middle school but I went over to her house and found out she and Sweetie Belle lives with her grandma and that her parents were absent just like mine. Didn’t really like being reminded of my situation back then,” Lyra admitted. “Kinda petty of me now that I think about it fully.”
“You’ve been doing this since middle school?” Mom asked in disbelief. “How did the police not notice or anything like that or your teachers not notice either?”
“I lied. Simple as that,” Lyra let out a humorless chuckle.
“You can stay the night anytime you want Lyra. You and the others can stay tonight if you wish even,” Mom smirked at me. “Bon Bon might enjoy the company. Just keep the door cracked open a bit.” I turned faintly red.
“Okay. I’m down,” Lyra shrugged.
“I could always bring my homework and do it here,” Derpy mused. We all glanced at Vinyl who gave a thumbs up.
“Excellent. You girls can come over whenever you want.”
“You guys live in the upstairs of the shop?” Derpy asked with a raised eyebrow. We sat on my small couch in my room watching a movie.
“Yeah,” I said simply as I sipped my Sprite.
“That’s cool. Got a deck and everything. I’d kill for this view,” Lyra admitted. She was sitting between me and Lyra watching Titanic. I was honestly surprised they let me pick this. Derpy was really getting into it. I could kinda see that. Lyra and Vinyl didn’t seem to be the romance type with movies.
“It’s okay I guess. I do like sitting out there and reading on the deck. Especially when the sun is setting.”
“I should have seen you being into romance movies. I’ve never seen the Titanic,” Lyra said. “The sex scene was hot though.”
“Of course that’s what you focused on,” Derpy scoffed. “There’s more to life that sex Lyra.”
“I know that. It is a fun experience though,” Lyra explained. I tilted my head to the side curiously.
“Have you ever uhm you know?” My face turned bright red.
“Have sex?” Lyra asked as I nodded. “Of course. With Cherry Crash. Worst mistake of my life. She barely knew how to do anything even though she had been boasting about her skills. I’ll readily admit I faked my orgasm just to shut her up.”
“That’s not good,” Vinyl snickered. “Wanna know something funny?”
“What’s that V?” Lyra focused back on the movie.
“You and Bon Bon are dating. I like Octavia,” Vinyl chuckled. “We’re just a bunch of faggots here.”
“Vinyl!” I admonished in shock. “That is not an okay word.”
“Why not?” Vinyl shrugged. “I embrace it. People can’t hurt me if they call me it because I admit I’m one. Pisses people off when I don’t react the way they want when they call me it. Words can’t hurt if you say you’re one. Hence why I say I’m a faggot. I don’t give a fuck what people say and it’s entertaining watching people get pissed off when I don’t react the way they expect.” I never really thought about it like that.
“Bet you never thought about it that way,” Vinyl chuckled.
“Got that right. I’ve always seen it as an insult to be honest,” I admitted. Vinyl gave me a short laugh.
“It’s only an insult if you let it be one. Lyra was angry when I said it at first too don’t worry. She wanted to fight me until I explained my reasoning.”
“I still don’t necessarily like the word but I admit what she is saying makes a bit of sense,” Lyra replied.
“Interesting. I’ve always gotten angry when called one,” I sighed.
“It ain’t worth getting angry over. There’s way more important things to get angry over. Like the fact the school serves the same kind of pizza three days in a row without any variety,” Lyra grumbled.
“Or how the sun makes me sneeze everytime I go outside. I hate that shit,” Vinyl added. At first I was surprised she would speak around me but apparently she only does around people she trusts. So I take it as a good sign she speaks around me.
“Why didn’t she let him on the door? It’s big enough to hold two,” Lyra commented as she tossed a piece of caramel into her mouth she had bought from downstairs. Even though mom had offered the three free candy, they each insisted on paying for them. Lyra’s comment reminded me of Storm a lot.
“My friend back home said that too,” I chuckled. “She said way more than that.”
“Like how Rose technically only cares about sex and let him die?” Lyra inquired.
“Probably wasn’t strong enough to pull him up. He probably would have died anyway and dead bodies smell after awhile,” Derpy commented. All three of us stared at her.
“How do you know about that?” Vinyl asked. Derpy scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Everyone knows dead bodies smell after a few days,” Derpy answered.
“Not everyone,” Lyra whispered as the movie ended. “I’m exhausted.” She stood up and stole a pillow off my bed and immediately laid down on the air mattress I had set up for my friends.
“Uhm do you want to sleep with me?” I offered weakly. “It’s a queen after all.” Lyra raised an eyebrow but nodded as she slid off the mattress and got in my bed.
“Wow. Nice bed,” Lyra winked at me and my face faintly burned.
“Don’t do anything to each other with us in this room please. I’d rather not wake up to loud moaning,” Vinyl teased. My face burned even hotter at that.
“Oh we won’t. We would do that in the bathroom,” Lyra smirked. “Don’t wanna scar innocent old Derpy here.” Vinyl rolled her eyes as she laid next to Derpy on the air mattress. I was surprised they were okay with sleeping next to each other. Apparently they do it often at sleep overs. I walked over to my bed and rested my head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling.
“So uhm how does this work?” I asked. Lyra rolled her eyes.
“You invited me. Up to you,” Lyra planted a kiss on my neck. “Roll over on your side.” I raised an eyebrow as I did so. Lyra pressed her chest against my back, draping an arm over me. “How’s that?”
“Good,” I squeaked out and tried to ignore how close she was.
“Thank God that’s solved. Thought it would take you two all night to sort it out,” Vinyl grinned.
“Shut up Vinyl,” Lyra grumbled. “Wanna know what I just realized?”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Rose technically killed Jack. Rest in peace to the homie. He was a real one.” I let out a groan.
“Rest in pieces. Probably got torn apart by sharks,” Derpy called out.
“There was no shark attacks when the Titanic sank. Sharks don’t like cold water. The water that night was below freezing that night,” I corrected.
“Don’t crush my dreams.” I gave a long sigh as Lyra shifted a little.
“I love you guys but you all are weird.”
“Am I weird too?” Lyra asked into my hair. I let out a snicker.
I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the bright sun shining through my windows. I had forgotten to close the curtains last night. Vinyl and Derpy were snoring on the air mattress with Vinyl hugging Derpy in her sleep. I let out a chuckle at that. I want to see their reaction when they wake up. I tried to roll over and glanced behind me, eyes slightly widening. Lyra was snoring quietly on her back, hugging my strawberry plush. Her mint green hair was messed up but it always was like that.
I quietly slipped out of the bed and heard the bed shift. I glanced back as Lyra rolled over, still holding Mr. Berry as she cracked open an eye, staring at me with her golden orbs as she rubbed the sleep out of her eye.
“Bonnie?” She muttered. “Where you going?”
“Oh uh going to get breakfast Lyra,” I replied quietly. I didn’t want to wake the others up. Lyra sat up and set Mr. Berry aside as she rubbed both eyes.
“What do you guys have?” She mumbled.
“Cereal, breakfast burritos, cinnamon rolls and pancakes. I typically just cook my own breakfast. Would you like some?” I offered.
“Sure. Do you want help?” Lyra yawned as she stood up.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I turned around to face her and bright red. Lyra was pulling a pair of her jeans on as she stood with only a bra and her jeans on. My mouth went slightly dry.
“What’s up?” Lyra asked and I caught a faint blush on her face which surprised me. Lyra never blushes.
“Oh uhm nothing. Just didn’t expect you to you know,” I waved my hand around helplessly looking for my words.
“Strip down to my underwear and bra to put my clothes on? Yeah I thought I had enough time to get done before you turned around,” Lyra admitted as she pulled a shirt on over her head. “I may have miscalculated that a tad. Sorry.”
“Uhm you have something on your face,” I smirked. Lyra held a bowl of pancake batter in her hand and wasn’t being very clean to put it mildly. A few large drops of batter were splattered across the counter and some was on her face.
“That’s what she said,” Lyra mumbled. I coughed out a short laugh. I wasn’t expecting that to honest. Lyra flicked some batter onto my face.
“Hey!” I exclaimed as I glared at her.
“Now you have something on your face. Let me take care of that for you,” Lyra set her bowl down and stepped closer to me, licking the batter off my cheek. And for the millionth time, I could feel my cheeks burning. “There you go. All clean.”
“T-thanks Lyra,” I mumbled as Vinyl and Derpy stumbled into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Vinyl smiled.
“Hello,” I smiled back as I tossed a container of blueberries in the batter.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind someone covering me in this batter and licking it off me,” Lyra commented idly.
“Lyra!” Derpy exclaimed, giving her a flat look. I was getting the feeling Derpy isn’t to be messed with early mornings. Weird because she’s super friendly in the morning at school.
“What? I wasn’t saying anything super sexual. Calm down,” Lyra rolled her eyes.
“It’s too early for this,” Derpy grumbled. “I should have brought a muffin from home to save for the morning.”
“Why?” I raised an eyebrow. “Me and Lyra are making breakfast.”
“That’s exactly why I should have brought one. You can cook but Lyra can’t. I’m traumatized after last time,” Derpy explained.
“Hey! It wasn’t that bad!” Lyra glared at Derpy.
“You almost set your house on fire.”
“That was an accident.”
“Three times. In one day. Trying to make macaroni and cheese.” Lyra stared at Derpy.
“Shut up Derpy. Thanks for getting me a new fire extinguisher by the way. I really needed a new one,” Lyra admitted.
“You’re welcome,” Derpy glanced at me. “Anything we can do? It doesn’t seem fair for you guys to do all the work.”
“You don’t have to. My mom always said never have guests do any work. It’s rude,” I replied as I poured some batter into the pan. “And I’m sure Lyra’s batter will turn out fine. I supervised her make it.”
“Is she allowed to say that?” Vinyl smirked at Derpy. “She’s kinda biased.”
“How so?” I raised an eyebrow as I glanced back.
“Lyra is your girlfriend. You’re supposed to stand up for her.”
“Good point,” I grabbed a spoon and scooped out some batter from Lyra’s, licking the spoon with my tongue. Lyra turned faintly red and quickly looked away. “It’s decent.”
“Okay. I trust you,” Vinyl shrugged.
“If we can’t help, why is Lyra?” Derpy pointed out. That was a good point I suppose.
“I can’t say no to her I guess,” I admitted. “I don’t really know.”
“Good point,” Derpy replied with a grin.
“Good morning!” Mom announced. She was scarily chipper some mornings.
“Hey Bon Bons mom,” Derpy smiled.
“Hello. How are you?” Mom immediately went to the coffee machine and started making her coffee. She couldn’t start her day without it and I could relate sometimes. Coffee was a Godsend.
“Decent thank you.” I handed mom her favorite coffee cup and she gave me a grateful nod before filling it up, peering into the pan.
“Nice work,” Mom ruffled my hair to my dislike. At least she did this in the morning when my hair wasn’t curled like I always do. She took her coffee and left the room.
“Hey Derpy. Wanna go to a birthday party? I have to help my bro set up the booth,” Vinyl asked as I handed her a pancake.
“I don’t do parties. Too many people and too loud for me,” Derpy shook her head. “Thanks for the offer though.”
“You two can come also,” Lyra nodded at us. I don’t really do parties either to be honest.
“Uhm do we have to bring gifts?” I asked curiously. I hoped not, mainly because I had no idea what to bring for a complete stranger. Vinyl shook her head to my relief.
“No, just you. You can bring drinks if you want.”
“Oh so it’s one of those parties!” Lyra grinned.
“Lyra!” I admonished. “You’re underage.”
“It’s not one of those parties. I meant like pop,” Vinyl clarified to my relief. I didn’t want to have to deal with a drunk Lyra. Lyra looked at me questioningly and I shrugged.
“Are you sure we are allowed to be here?” I asked as me, Lyra and Vinyl stared at the house in front of us. Vinyl rolled her eyes as she strode towards the open garage.
“Of course. I’ve known Neon for a good while now. He’s chill as fuck,” Vinyl smirked. “Yo! Neon!” A boy with glasses similar to Vinyls poked his head out from behind a large speaker.
“Ay V. What’s up?” Neon pushed his shades up. He quickly fist bumped Vinyl before disappearing behind the speaker again that was connected to his laptop.
“Not much. These are my friends, Lyra and Bon Bon,” Vinyl nodded to both of us as Neon reappeared.
“Nice to meet you both. You guys want something to drink?”
“Long Island,” Lyra immediately said.
“Don’t even joke like that Lyra,” I scoffed.
“Yeah I don’t have any alcohol. I got various pops and water,” Neon said. A familiar pink girl entered from a door connecting the house to the garage. She let out a gasp and hugged me tightly. I could feel bones cracking.
“Help me,” I held out a hand to Lyra desperately. She sighed and stepped forward.
“Bon Bon, meet Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie, this is Bon Bon. Pinkie is Canterlot Highs resident party planner and resident hugger,” Lyra stuck her hands in between us and grunted as she separated us. “You’re gonna kill her Pinks. Careful next time please.”
“I remember her!” Pinkie chirped. “You’re the new girl I hugged at the first day. I hugged you because I never saw you before and was like, oh my gosh a new friend. It also meant I had to throw you a welcome to Canterlot High party. I would have if Rarity and Fluttershy hadn’t messed up my plans and didn’t even help me.” Pinkie folded her arms angrily and looked away. “They are some big meanies!”
“Fluttershy? Mean?” Lyra and Vinyl exchanged a confused look.
“Yeah we aren’t friends anymore. I’m cool with Rainbow and Applejack but they don’t like each other that much anymore. Something about Rainbow intentionally skipping out on her bake sale or something. I was too busy thinking about whipped cream and ice cream when she was telling me,” Pinkie started drooling slightly. “Ice cream.”
“Uh huh,” I said as I gave Lyra a confused look. She shrugged and rolled her eyes.
“Anyway! I have to go bake some more cookies! Have fun!” Pinkie bounced into the doorway again.
“What just happened?” I asked in confusion.
“It’s best if you don’t question it,” Neon called out. “Pinkie is just Pinkie. There’s no real better way to put it than that.”
“He’s right,” Lyra agreed. “You’ll save yourself the headache if you don’t try to understand her. Just go along with the flow basically.”
“Hey can you help me sort out this out Vinyl? Hasn’t been working properly recently. I used the cord you lended me but still nothing.”
“Yeah sure,” Vinyl disappeared behind the speaker with him.
“We found the male version of Vinyl,” I announced.
“We’re not that bad!” They shouted in unison while Lyra chuckled.
“It’s surprisingly loud in here,” I commented. I was sitting next to Lyra on a random couch inside the house. Pinkie was currently talking to Vinyl and making jokes based on them both laughing. Pinkie wasn’t so bad I suppose now that I got to know her a bit.
“Yeah,” Lyra chuckled as she drank her pop. “Vinyl parties tend to get a bit out of hand like this. Combine the male version of her and yeah. I always kinda wondered what would happen if two Vinyl clones made a party and well, I know the answer now.”
“Same. I can see why Derpy didn’t come to this,” I glanced around at the large crowds of people. “What school does Neon go to?”
“Crystal Prep,” Lyra said distastefully. The way she said it made it sound like they were a bunch of pests.
“Mom debated sending me to that school but changed her mind. Said I wouldn’t fit in well.”
“Oh yeah no you wouldn’t. You’re not stuck up, arrogant or rude,” Lyra scoffed.
“Is it a bad school?” I asked curiously. Lyra let out a snort.
“That’s putting it mildly. The Friendship Games are the main reason we hate each other. Remember how our Wondercolt statue had been vandalized last week?” I gave a short nod. That had pissed me and a bunch of other people off. I thought it was just some dumb kids from the middle school making bad decisions. “Yeah the Shadowbolts took responsibility for that one. Assholes.”
“That’s messed up. Aren’t the Friendship Games about the two schools getting along?”
“Kinda hard to do so when they beat you at literally everything. And rub your face in the fact. Before mom and dad’s music careers took off, they were always telling me stories about how the exact same thing was happening when they went to Canterlot High. Some things will never change,” Lyra said bitterly.
“Maybe one day,” I reassured her. Lyra rolled her eyes and smiled.
“It would take a freaking miracle for that to happen. I don’t see it happening nor share your optimism but never hurts to hope,” Lyra patted me on the shoulder. “Bathroom break. Protect my seat and my pop please.” I gave a nod as she walked off. I was kinda nervous about being alone with strangers. Vinyl had quit talking to Pinkie Pie and was sitting with a girl with black hair wearing a grey skirt and white shirt with a black bow tie. She looked vaguely familiar but I’m not sure where from.
At least if I needed someone, I could go to Vinyl or Pinkie. While she didn’t really have an off switch, she was a somewhat decent person I noticed about Pinkie. Nice sense of humor too. She had bombarded me with questions earlier. Mainly about my birthday and when it was. She was super excited to find out I liked baking. A nasty smell invaded my nose and I scrunched my nose in disgust. I glanced around at a guy and girl smoking on a couch. I hated cigarettes. I don’t get how people can smoke them or pass them around like they were.
“Want a hit?” The girl offered. I must have been staring accidentally.
“Uhm no thank you. I appreciate the offer though.” The guy rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be lame. Everyone does it once or twice.” I opened my mouth to speak before I was cut off before I could.
“I think she said no,” Lyra spoke from behind me with her hands on her hips. She gave the pair a smile. “I’ll take one though.” The pair shrugged and looked at each othe before handing it to her.
“Don’t do that Lyra.” Lyra’s sweet expression disappeared as she dropped the cigarette and crushed it with her boot. Vinyl and Neon glanced over and the two looked upset at the others sitting near us. Vinyl looked like she was ready to smack someone.
“Let’s go Bonnie,” Lyra grabbed my hand and pulled me up. She quickly led me out the house and onto the street.
“Thanks for the help. Cigarettes are gross,” I shuddered.
“That wasn’t a cigarette. That was weed Bon Bon.” My eyes slightly widened.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. For the record, I don’t smoke it nor does Vinyl. We never have and don’t have any intentions on starting. We can either go to my house or yours, up to you.”
“Yours,” I said immediately. I could go for a nap right now and didn’t feel like going home.
“Bon Bon! Lyra!” Vinyl called out as we turned around. She bent over panting with her hands on her knees with the same girl from before behind her watching. She gave me a timid wave and a shy smile. “Sorry about that. Neon banned Fleur and Hoops after that shit show. You guys can go back inside if you want. He’s super sorry about that.”
“It’s all good. We’re going to my house,” Lyra said. Vinyl gave her a quick hug and then gave me one.
“Super sorry about that. It won’t happen again.”
“It’s all good V. Shit happens,” Lyra stated and I nodded.
“I don’t blame you,” I reassured her. Vinyl let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank God. Thought yall would quit being friends with me over this.”
“Are you stupid?” Lyra scoffed. “You had no involvement. We wouldn’t do that, right Bon Bon?”
“Right,” I nodded.
“Awesome. I’ll see you guys Monday. Me and Tavi are going too after that. It’s late and apparently her mom is super strict,” Vinyl announced. Lyra pulled me along to her car as I gave a wave.
“I’ve never been inside your house before,” I looked around curiously. Lyra had a large house surrounded by a gate you had to put a code to get past. Lyra let out a sigh as she adjusted a hanging picture on the wall.
“Not many people have. You’re probably the fourth at this point. At least I’ll inherit the house one day. Feels like I practically already own it if I’m being completely honest. I clean everything here, cook everything and clean the yard,” Lyra admitted as she plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on, patting the seat next to her. “Sit.” I complied and sat next to her. “Anything you wanna watch?”
“Your house. Up to you,” I shrugged. Lyra rolled her eyes.
“You’re the guest. You get to decide,” Lyra pointed out.
“Uhm got any Star Wars? I liked that one,” I admitted. Lyra gave a smug smirk.
“I have all the movies and show in chronological order,” she proudly announced. I assumed that was a big achievement by how she said it.
“Attack of the Clones please. It’s my favorite.” Lyra gave a nod.
“I like Revenge of the Sith the most,” Lyra commented as she stood up and strode over to a bookcase filled with movies. She started thumbing through them till she found the one I requested and pulled it out.
“Why’s that?” I asked curiously. I haven’t seen it but I knew the name.
“Have you seen it yet?” Lyra asked and I shook my head. “I’ll tell you after you see it,” She set the movie down on the coffee table in front of me. “Be right back. Getting a drink. Want anything?”
“A water is fine,” I said. “Thank you.” Lyra gave a thumbs up and disappeared to presumably the kitchen. I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes.
“Are you awake?” Lyra poked me with a finger.
“Yeah. Was just resting my eyes,” I smiled.
“You were out for thirty minutes,” Lyra stated and I stared at her in confusion.
“No way. Why didn’t you wake me up?” I demanded. She gave a shrug as she sipped the brown liquid in her glass.
“You looked peaceful. Didn’t want to disturb you,” she slid the glass of water to me. I took it with a grateful nod and drank some of it.
“What are you drinking? Apple juice?” I asked curiously. It didn’t look like any apple juice I’ve never seen.
“Whiskey,” she said simply as she drank some more.
“Lyra!”
“It helps calm my nerves. Derpy knows about it, Vinyl does too,” she shrugged.
“Why would you be nervous?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I always get nervous when people I’ve never had over,” she explained. Interesting, I didn’t see that coming.
“I didn’t think you got nervous to be honest,” I admitted. She let out a dry chuckle.
“I have feelings and anxieties like anyone else Bonnie,” she smirked.
“Where do you even get alcohol?” I demanded. She waved her hand dismissively.
“Oh my dad has a massive bar and a huge collection of alcohol. He never notices when it goes missing. I have this huge house to myself and it’s almost always empty since they’re never here. Might as well enjoy the perks.”
“Can I uh try it?” I licked my lips nervously. She froze with the glass half raised to her lips and stared at me with a startled expression.
“Uh yeah sure,” she handed me the glass. “Don’t take a large sip, trust me. Take a small one.” I nodded as I took a small sip. Immediately my throat burned and my eyes watered a bit. I set the glass down and gagged a bit. Lyra took the glass back with a chuckle.
“Probably should have warned you about that. First time is a helluva experience,” she smirked.
“Understatement of the century,” I licked my lips again. “Can I try it again?” She tilted her head to the side.
“Sure,” she handed me it and I took another tentative sip. It burned a little bit once again but this time I could clearly taste apples.
“It certainly tastes.....interesting,” I admitted as I gave her glass back. She let out a chuckle.
I woke up in a very soft bed and opened my eyes slowly. I could vaguely make out a bunch of rock band posters decorating the walls and a bunch of creature figurines on various shelves and a dresser. I could make out a pegasus and a unicorn siting on it. A large TV with an Xbox sat in front of the bed while a desk with a laptop sat in the corner of the room. A beanbag sat next to the bed alongside a green lamp. I glanced over at the otherside of the bed and it was empty. I didn’t remember walking to any bed last night. The door slowly opened and Lyra peeked her head in.
“Well good morning there,” she smirked as she pushed the door open the rest of the way.
“Hey Lyra,” I smiled faintly. “Where am I?”
“My bedroom. Duh silly,” she replied as she set a glass of water down on the nightstand.
“Oh. Where did you sleep?” I asked I gratefully took the glass.
“The couch,” she said simply. I raised an eyebrow.
“How did I even get up here?”
“Easy. I carried you up here then went back downstairs to go sleep.” My eyes slightly widened. I will admit, I don’t weigh much but I didn’t know Lyra was strong enough to carry me around.
“Why didn’t you sleep with me?” I asked as I sat up and a blush crossed Lyra’s face.
“You had a glass of whiskey and were super silly. I never share a bed with someone who has alcohol in their system. But don’t worry, I already called your mom last night and gave her an excuse about you wanting to spend the night. I have breath mints and a unopened toothbrush for you. Helps get rid of the smell,” she explained. “I’d drink some mouthwash as well just to stay on the safe side.”
“You have my mom’s phone number?” I asked. I had completely forgotten about how she might react if I just stayed the night without telling her or that I had tried alcohol.
“Yeah. She gave it to me after me and the other two slept over at your place.”
“Thanks Lyra,” I gave a sigh of relief. “Next time, just sleep with me. It’s a big bed and way more comfy than a couch I bet.” Lyra gave a slow nod.
“There’s gonna be a next time?” She raised her eyebrow. I let out a breath.
“While the whiskey certainly was a fascinating experience, it is one I’d be down to try again. Don’t think I will make a huge habit of it though,” I admitted and she gave a nod.
“That’s probably for the best,” she agreed as she planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Wanna go to sleep again?” I asked hopefully. Lyra probably gave the best hugs in bed to be honest. Lyra slid on the bed next to me.
“So what are you plans now?” Lyra asked as I laid my head on the pillow on her bed. I gave a shrug.
“I don’t know. I haven’t really planned ahead much to be honest,” I admitted. Mom had said as long as I got all my homework done, chores at home and around the shop done and got good grades, I could go over to Lyra’s to hang out and spend the night practically whenever. As long as I made her aware of my plans of course and how long I’d be at her place.
“Gotcha,” Lyra pressed her head against mine. I smirked as I made eye contact with her.
“Someones in a good mood today,” I teased. She had been in a really good mood because her parents had visited last week. They seemed like very nice people and liked me too. Just super busy. Her grandma was a super nice women too.
“Always in a great mood when my parents are home. It was a pretty good week. Sorry I wasn’t around much,” Lyra sighed.
“Don’t be sorry. You don’t get to see them often. It’s perfectly understandable you’d want to be with them,” I chided.
“I know but,” she sighed again.
“But what?” I asked curiously.
“I know they’re working all the time to provide for my future and stuff. I respect that they work often to make sure we have enough money but I wish they were here more. I respect them and all for that. More than you know. Sounds selfish.”
“It’s not selfish to want attention from your parents. It’s perfectly natural. They are super nice people but could be here more. At the same time, aren’t you a bit glad they aren’t?” I asked. Lyra gave me a confused look.
“How do you figure?”
“Well you have your friends and me come over literally whenever you want or come over whenever you want. Plus, we get to hug or make out around the house often,” my face slightly turned red at admitting that. “And you wouldn’t get to drink your alcohol.”
“You have a point. The pros do seem to outweigh the cons. At least they are able to call more now because or their schedule.”
“How often do you drink anyway?” I questioned sternly. Lyra gave me a smirk.
“Not often. Only when I’m bored or lonely or tired. I rarely get bored though. I have my friends and my video games and my bed. And other things,” Lyra’s grin turned mischievous.
“Uh like what?” Lyra pointed a finger at a white pegasus.
“Like that!” She said eagerly.
“What is that?”
“Pegasus. He’s the father of all the pegasi in Greek mythology,” Lyra clarified. “I’m a huge Greek mythology fan.”
“Is this how you always pass your tests when we cover Greek history in Miss Cheerilees class?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s a cool class.”
“Then why are you always asleep in it?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Because,” Lyra shrugged. “I already know everything. I only took the class because I knew it was an easy passing grade and that it would look good on my report card.”
“That actually makes a bit of sense. Why don’t you pass chemistry then?”
“Why would I want to pass chemistry? I don’t plan on being a scientist like a girl I was friends with as a kid,” Lyra replied.
“Why not?” I pointed out.
“Because I don’t understand the homework. Mythology is cooler anyway.”
“Where’s your homework?” I asked. Lyra pointed to the nightstand next to me. I quickly picked it up and scanned it. “An absolute zero is a a theoretical condition concerning a system at the lowest limit of the thermodynamic temperature scale, or zero kelvins, at which the system does not emit or absorb energy. Basically, all atoms are at a rest.By extrapolating the ideal gas law, the internationally agreed-upon value for absolute zero has been determined as negative two hundred and seventy three point fifteen degrees Celsius. Which is negative four hundred and fifty nine point sixty seven Fahrenheit or zero kelvin.” Lyra stared at me in confusion.
I nervously stood in front of Derpy’s front door. I reached out with a fist and gently knocked. A pink girl opened the door with a glare.
“State your name and business,” she grumbled coldly as she pushed aside a strand of her violet hair out of her eye. I took a nervous step back. “Well? Are you going to speak?”
“Amethyst Star!” Derpy chided, glaring at the girl as she gave her a shove. “Be nice to my friend Bon Bon!” Amethyst folded her arms and grumbled as she walked away. “I’m sorry about my sister. Come on inside.” Derpy yanked me inside and shut the door.
“What’s her deal?” I asked.
“It’s her time of the month. She’s always a jerk during it,” Derpy said simply. I gave a sympathetic shudder at that. I felt her pain. I was a witch sometimes during mine.
“I heard that! I am not a jerk!” Amethyst shouted from another room angrily. Derpy rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.
“Eat your chocolate ice cream and watch your tv!” She shouted back as we walked upstairs. “Watch out.”
“For what?” I asked as something grey with blonde hair attached itself to my waist.
“Hi! I’m Dinky!” The young girl stared up at me. I gave a massive grin at the display she was giving me.
“Hey kid,” I ruffled her blonde hair. “How’s it hanging?”
“Pretty freaking lit! I had a fire day at school yesterday!” Dinky chirped. I gave her and Derpy a confused look.
“What?” Derpy chuckled and gave me a smirk as she patted my head.
“It’s a Dinkyism. It’s her own language. Apparently those words are going around the high school and the middle school. She essentially said that she had a good day and she’s in a good mood.” Dinky squeezed my waist again and I swear I thought Pinkie could hug strong. She didn’t hold a candle to this kid.
“I’m always in a good mood!”
“Be quiet! It’s too loud in this house!” Amethyst groaned.
“Wanna know a secret?” Dinky asked me conspiratorially, gesturing for me to lean in. I complied with a curious look. “Amethyst acts like a bitch sometimes.”
“Dinky!” Derpy glared at her. “Don’t call your sister that. Just because she’s mean right now doesn’t mean you can be either!”
“Sorry,” Dinky winked at me as she took off to her room, dropping an empty bag of gummy worms. Derpy picked it up with a groan.
“That explains her hyper activeness today.”
“What does?”
“Gummy worms. They wind her up like crazy.”
“Oh,” I smirked. “So I tried to teach Lyra chemistry.” Derpy gave me a sympathetic look.
“Let’s go talk about it. This should be entertaining.”
“That class was the worst,” Lyra grumbled as we all crowded around our favorite milkshake table at Sugarcube Corner. Only with four added girls. Octavia, Roseluck, Blueberry Pie and Raspberry Fluff sat with us. The last three were some of Derpy’s other friends. Apparently they all had the same interests in gardening.
“Well Cranky would have left you alone if you weren’t snoring in his class and talking about Beethoven in your sleep,” Derpy scoffed. I gave a chuckle. Lyra did have a tendency to sleep in class. How she manages to pass most of her classes, I’ll never know.
“His class sucks,” Lyra retorted. I was waiting for Vinyl to make some sort of comment but nothing came. I glanced over at her and quickly realized why she wasn’t talking. Roseluck, Blueberry and Raspberry were here. She had no clue who they were and couldn’t trust them.
“Hey Derpy. Could we talk over here?” I quickly jerked my head to a table a few tables away.
“Sure,” she nodded as we stood up and walked to over the table. “What’s up?”
“Are you sure it’s a good idea having Roseluck, Blueberry Pie and Raspberry Fluff here meeting Vinyl all at the same time?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Her eyes followed mine. “Oh. It’s probably a bit much for her, isn’t it?”
“I think so. It’s not bad to have her meet new people. It might even be good for her,” I answered.
“But not all at once?” Derpy sighed. “It’s okay if you don’t like my friends. They are kinda weird, especially Blueberry. I just want both groups to like each other.” My eyes slightly widened. I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry. I like your friends, it’s just a lot for Vinyl. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” I apologized.
“It takes a lot to hurt my feelings Bons,” Derpy chuckled. “I’m cool.” Roseluck tapped her on the shoulder hesitantly.
“Hey uh Derpy? I think I’m gonna head out. Lily is blowing up my phone freaking out about her garden and Daisy is being annoying about dinner plans tonight,” Roseluck said with annoyance in her voice.
“Alright,” the two hugged. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the community garden? Dinky wanted to go pick some flowers for her gecko.”
“Of course! Her gecko likes flowers?” Roseluck asked curiously. Derpy chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“She thinks he does. It does brighten up the habitat at least.” Roseluck nodded as she stepped outside, smoothing down her cream dress with a rose on the side. She gave Derpy a wave as she stepped into a car.
“So back to our table I guess?” I asked. Derpy shrugged as we quickly went back.
“I can’t believe Dinky called Amethyst a bitch,” Lyra laughed. “That’s amazing.”
“Where did she even learn that word?” Raspberry asked.
“Apparently she heard it in school and thought it was normal to say,” Derpy gave a frustrated sigh. “We had a long talk after Bon Bon left about why it wasn’t okay and to not say it again.”
“School is a place of learning as they say,” Lyra chuckled.
“Everyone except you. Chemistry,” Derpy gave her a smug grin.
“Shush. I really tried. At least I had help passing the last few assignments,” Lyra announced.
“Almost made me kill myself from it,” I grumbled. “We spent three hours on one question.”
“Hey we got it done, didn’t we?” Lyra asked. “That’s all that really matters.”
“Does nothing bring you down?” I asked curiously. I’ve never seen Lyra sad or ever upset. One of the many things I like about her.
“Not really, no.” Vinyl leaned to Octavia and whispered in her ear.
“Um excuse me,” Octavia said softly in her British accent. “Vinyl would like to take us all to a place called a ice ring?”
“A what?” I asked.
“One of those establishments where people ride around on skates,” Octavia added.
“A roller rink?” Derpy suggested.
“Yes.”
“How did you get ice ring from roller rink?” Lyra chuckled as Vinyl shot her a glare.
“I do not know. My apologies for being misleading,” Octavia bowed her head apologetically.
“Easy girl. I was messing around with ya,” Lyra grinned. Octavia tilted her head in confusion.
“Messing around with me?” Lyra nodded as she leaned in close to my ear.
“She’s more shy than you were,” Lyra whispered.
“I wasn’t that shy!” I defended myself. Derpy, Lyra and Vinyl all smirked at me.
“You ever been roller skating before?” Lyra asked me as she bit into her pepperoni pizza slice.
“Mhm. My friends back home and I went a few times,” I bit my own slice. Storm surprised us all by being the best at it. Didn’t seem like something she would be good at honestly. I had figured Sprinkle and Beauty would be the best but they spent all night falling on each other. I’m decent but definitely not the best.
“Nice,” Lyra commented as she glanced away from us and smiled. “Ya know, for her somewhat clumsy nature at times, Derpy is a natural at roller skating.” I followed her gaze and smiled. Our grey friend was darting around with a carefree smile with her two other friends next to her with ease. They had a bit more trouble were definitely getting the hang of it.
“That she is,” I agreed.
“Just wait till you see her at ice skating,” Lyra winked at me. Vinyl coughed a bit and we looked at her cautiously as I edged away. I don’t wanna get sick if she was. Sharing is not caring in this case.
“Lyra, I have a great idea. Let’s go get more pop,” Vinyl jerked her head to the side. Lyra gave her a confused look as she ate another part of her pizza.
“Uh I have a full cup right here V,” Lyra replied slowly. Vinyl rolled her eyes.
“Well I want more,” Vinyl answered.
“You literally just sat down with a cup " Lyra pointed out. Vinyl groaned and stood up.
“I want to talk,” she said quietly. Lyra sighed and stood up.
“Just start with that next time. Don’t be so cryptic,” Lyra grumbled as the pair wandered off. An awkward silence fell over the table. It was just me and Octavia. I was slightly nervous. We’ve never really talked one on one before, always when Vinyl or Lyra was there in a group setting. I sighed and decided to break the ice. I slid a plate of pizza to her.
“Please have some pizza before Lyra and Vinyl eat it all,” I smiled weakly. Octavia tilted her head to the side curiously at the pizza before shrugging at picking it up. She took a small bite and her eyes lit up as she took a much bigger one.
“First time having pizza?” I asked with a giggle. She hesitantly nodded as she set the slice down and wiped her mouth with a napkin. Somehow Vinyl had convinced her to borrow her clothes inside of wearing her long grey skirt and white dress shirt and bow tie.
“Yes it is. I apologize for my sloppy behavior,” Octavia said softly. I raised an eyebrow.
“There’s no real clean way to eat pizza,” I chuckled. “Lyra is living walking proof of that.” We both glanced over to our partners. Well my partner. Octavia and Vinyl weren’t dating, Vinyl was just laying the groundworks as she calls it. They curiously weren’t talking, they were just standing side by side watching us. I narrowed my eyes slightly and looked back to Octavia. Those two were up to something.
“She is pretty messy I can see,” Octavia agreed. “How long have you two been dating?”
“Seven months or so,” I said. It didn’t feel that long. Felt like I just met her yesterday. “Wow, I forgot how fast time flies.”
“I cannot relate. It’s just me and mom. Dad is always busy working,” Octavia replied. I didn’t know much about the other girl but I did know her mother was seriously strict about her cello studies and not much else.
“So uh do you like hanging out with us?” I asked in an attempt to change the topic to something lighter.
“Absolutely. You guys are quite the group I’ve noticed. Very friendly and I enjoy your company,” Octavia announced.
“Vinyl was right. You are an absolute doll,” I smirked at her. I suddenly remembered the root beer float incident and chuckled.
“Thank you Bon Bon,” Octavia smiled and I glanced behind her at three men in black suits approaching us.
“Uh Octavia?” I asked nervously as they stopped at our table. Vinyl and Lyra suddenly appeared at my side.
“Miss Melody,” one spoke. “Your mother sent us to collect you and bring you home.” Octavia let out a sigh and stood up.
“Okay. Goodbye everyone,” she said nervously to us and waved slightly as she walked out with the men.
“What was that about?” Derpy asked in confusion as she leaned against the wall, worry evident on her face. Blueberry Pie and Raspberry Fluff stood behind her hesitantly. Lyra was the first to speak up.
I sat on the ground with my legs tucked under me. Typically I wore skirts or dresses but it was getting colder so I opted for black leggings. I typically would go for brighter colors but I’ve been around Lyra a lot obviously so I’ve been finding a newfound appreciation for darker colors. Lyra sat next to me eating her lunch while Vinyl and Octavia did the same. Derpy was laying on her back watching the clouds and drinking from her straw in her water lazily.
“So uhm Men In Black came for ya?” Lyra asked Octavia hesitantly. We all four wanted answers about who those guys were. All we knew is her mom sent them. Vinyl bet it was security, Lyra said ninja assassins from the Men In Black movie franchise. I’ve never seen any of those movies so I’m trusting her on this one. I had the most logical one and assumed it was detectives from the CPD. At least Derpy agreed with me on that.
“Yes. Mother was less than happy with me. Especially for leaving my cello behind at your house and for wearing your clothes,” Octavia nodded at Vinyl. “Father came home though. He sent me to my room and they had a.....discussion. Apparently she is going to stay with family out of town for a bit.” The way she said discussion made me think it was anything but that. “Those men work for Mother. Or well, worked.”
“Damn,” Vinyl sighed. “Your life is probably the most complicated I’ve seen, even more than Lyra’s.”
“What does that mean?” Lyra shot her a look.
“Means you guys both have lots going on in your lives,” I quickly jumped in to save Vinyl from some awful prank. Lyra was surprisingly fond of pranks and quite good at them. I never was a huge prank person. Lyra relaxed a little with her thigh pressed against mine. Vinyl and Derpy looked at each other and back to us with raised eyebrows.
“Hey Octavia and Lyra,” Derpy smiled at the two. “Come with me. I want to go look at books and get to know Octavia a bit better. Lyra might be able to recommend us some fantasy books.”
“Okay,” Lyra shrugged as the three girls stood up. “I’ll be back soon Bonnie.”
“Okay. Have fun,” I watched her leave.
“So. You two do anything physical yet?” Vinyl got my attention and I turned bright red at the implication.
“N-no, nothing like that. We’ve slept in the same bed but that’s about it. Why?” I asked nervously.
“Huh interesting. Cherry Crash and her got busy like three weeks. Lyra honestly put up with a lot of shit that I personally wouldn’t have. Just making sure the same isn’t happening here is all,” Vinyl reassured me. Lyra never really talked about that relationship so I didn’t know much. I’ve never really thought about sex either to be completely honest.
“Is that why Derpy took the two to go look at books?” I asked.
“Yeah. So we could have this conversation alone. I figured you’d want it private. Plus, Derpy does wanna get closer to Octavia so this is a perfect time for that,” Vinyl answered.
“Oh okay,” I replied. “Does Lyra know you’re asking me about this?” She might have asked her to maybe. I’m not entirely sure. Might have been less awkward in her mind to have her friend bring it up.
“Nah she has no idea this conversation is happening. We like you. That’s why it’s happening because we were making sure you weren’t you know,” Vinyl waved a hand around in the air.
“Taking advantage of her?” I suggested.
“Yea that,” Vinyl pointed a plastic knife at me. “Thank you.” I glared at her and she slid back a bit.
“Seriously? I’ve been dating her half the year. A little over seven months. If I was going to take advantage of her, I’d have done it by now.” Vinyl gave a nervous chuckle.
“So why exactly do you like Revenge of the Sith?” I asked Lyra as we sat on her couch. “I’ve seen the movie now so you can tell me.” We had just gotten done watching it and it was a trip, let me tell you.
“Well for starters, the environment and attention to detail. If you look at the clouds in the first three movies, in The Phantom Menace, it’s sunny and happy reflecting the mood of the planet. In Attack of the Clones it’s slightly overcast, once again reflecting the mood of the planet. Nervous but still happy. In Revenge of the Sith though, it’s dark and stormy out,” Lyra answered as she sipped her whiskey.
“That was good I agree,” I nodded.
“And the clones. Super sad story. They are the true victims. They had chips put in their head at a young age to force them follow any order and lose all their individuality. That’s why they so willingly executed their jedi generals and killed almost all of them off,” Lyra sighed.
“Seeing Commander Cody, Appo, Bly, Bacara and Neo execute the order so willingly hurt me inside,” I admitted. I had wanted to cry when Aayla got gunned down. She was my favorite jedi. The clones I named were the few of my favorites. Rex didn’t appear in the movie he didn’t qualify. “Why are you drinking? Are you nervous or something?”
“No silly,” Lyra laughed as I drank my own whiskey. “You don’t have to be sad or lonely or mad to drink. Sometimes, you can drink because you’re happy and in a good mood like I am right now.” We had been drinking light all night. My head was kinda spinny though. Dizzy as heck too.
“Makes sense,” I agreed. I inched closer and gave her a quick kiss. Lyra gave a content sounding sigh as she kissed me back eagerly. This was probably our favorite shared pasttimes. I lost track of how long we were kissing as I slid a hand under her shirt. Lyra quickly separated to my displeasure.
“I think we’ve had enough to drink for one night,” Lyra chuckled nervously as she slid my hand out from under her shirt. I pouted and stared at her.
“Can we at least kiss again?” I asked hopefully.
“I think we should go to bed tonight. Maybe tomorrow,” Lyra flashed her trademarked grin my way.
I slowly opened my eyes and immediately my head was pounding. I don’t really remember what happened last night but good God. I was laying on something soft that was tickling the back of my neck. It wasn’t my bed or Lyra’s bed. I should probably call it our bed with how often we sleep together in it. As I slowly took in my environment, I quickly realized what my head was resting on: Lyra’s lap. I felt a blush working across my face. Lyra was staring at the TV screen watching a TV show while one of her hands idly stroked my hair. I loved these views, especially when she was playing video games. She gets this super focused and serious look on her face.
“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” Lyra said without removing her eyes from the screen. “How did you sleep?”
“Good morning,” I groaned. “Slept awful how about you?”
“I haven’t slept,” Lyra said. “I’ve been up all night.”
“Lyra!” I gave her a dirty look. “Why not?”
“First off, you were cute looking sleeping. Secondly, I couldn’t sleep sitting up. Thirdly, I didn’t want to carry you upstairs to bed. And fourthly, I couldn’t move without waking you up,” Lyra admitted.
“Oh okay,” I let out a groan. “What happened last night?”
“Let’s see,” Lyra propped a finger on her chin. “You got drunk, tried to have sex with me, got slightly upset when I said no and then fell asleep on my lap.” My eyes slightly widened. I didn’t remember any of that.
“Why didn’t you?” I asked quietly.
“Why didn’t I what?” Lyra asked with a raised eyebrow as she finally looked down at me from her show.
“You know. Have sex with me,” I blushed slightly. Lyra’s smile turned into a glare.
“Do I really seem like the type of person to have sex with someone who’s drunk?” Lyra demanded.
“Uh no?” I offered weakly.
“Good. Because I’m not,” Lyra turned her head back to the TV. “And the reason I didn’t is because you were clearly drunk. If we had sex, I’d want you to be able to consent without alcohol encouraging you. Plus, I’d want you to at least remember it.”
“Thats a pretty reason. Sorry for last night by the way. What did I even do?” I asked. Lyra smirked at me and I shivered nervously. Hopefully it wasn’t too embarrassing.
“Nothing really. All you did was touch my chest and that was it,” she reassured me. “You fell asleep shortly after that.”
“Oh okay. Thank God it wasn’t that embarrassing at least,” I sighed in relief. “What are you watching?”
“Ancient Aliens,” she said simply. “It’s a fascinating show. Lots of intriguing theories, like how aliens made the pyramids and such. Oh and The Bermuda Triangle. That place is freaky as hell. I’d never fly in it.” I rolled my eyes and immediately regretted.
“Ow,” I groaned. “Sounds good Lyra.” Lyra shot me a concerned look.
“Want me to go get you some ibuprofen? You have an insane hangover I bet. Typical for a lightweight to get drunk off three glasses,” Lyra smirked.
“Yes please,” I grumbled. I had a feeling this headache wasn’t going away anytime soon. Lyra gave a nod as she slid my head off her lap and I watched her walk off. I never really paid attention to her body before. For all her junk food eating and pop, she certainly takes good care of her body. I’m completely going off of that based on her hips and how thin her waist is.
“What?” Lyra asked as she set down four pills and a large glass of water.
“What?” I repeated her question in confusion.
“You’re staring. Is there something on my shirt?” Lyra asked.
“Oh uh nothing!” I said hastily as I tossed the pills down and drank a decent amount of the water. “Nothing at all.”
“Okay,” she sat back down. I instantly placed my head back on her lap. It took a bit but it was surprisingly comfortable. “Comfortable down there?”
“Uhm yes,” I admitted hesitantly. Lyra rolled her eyes and turned her show back on. “You should totally do the hand thing again.”
“The hand thing?” Lyra asked with a raised eyebrow. “What the hell does that mean?”
“When I woke up, you were playing with my hair. Do it again,” I admitted. “Please.”
“Oh okay,” Lyra shrugged as she dropped one of her hands into one of my curls and started twirling it around her finger. “I didn’t think you would be into it to be completely honest.”
“I’ve never had it done before. This is my first relationship after all LyLy,” I explained. Apparently LyLy was a nickname Derpy had for her that I quickly adopted. I still preferred Minty but meh.
“Fair enough,” Lyra said. “Do you believe in aliens?” I blinked in surprise. She could bounce from topic to topic so fast. She could go from flirting to being completely serious to making dirty jokes and back. It took a bit to get used to in all honesty.
“I’m not sure. I believe there may be life out there but I think it’s best if we don’t contact them,” I finally said as I rolled my head over and watched the TV.
“Why not?” Lyra asked eagerly. At least Lyra always was eager to hear my side and respected my reasonings. The first time I disagreed with her about something similar to this, she was completely okay with it.
“Because what if they have a stronger military technology that we have never seen before? We wouldn’t stand a chance and we would all die,” I answered.
“But what if they were friendly and shared their military technology with us? It would boost our countries military capabilities by a landslide,” Lyra pointed out.
“The US already is a leading competitor in military assets Lyra. I don’t think anything else could boost it further,” I shot back.
“Fair point. But other countries could be developing tech we don’t even know about or come close to understanding. Having alien technology would help us combat them,” Lyra retorted.
“And if the aliens secretly worked against us all to bring us down?” I asked. “Then we would all die once again. What if you died and I survived or vice versa? Then I’d be without the person I love.” I quickly covered my mouth nervously. We have never said that word yet. Lyra stared at with a startled expression.
“You actually love me?” She asked in disbelief as she removed my hands off my mouth.
“Well duh. You’re kind, funny, entertaining to talk to. Oh and you give the best hugs,” I said immediately. Lyra smirked and kissed me quickly on the top of my head.
“So uh you’re one of Derpy’s friends, right?” I asked. Blueberry Pie glanced over and nodded at me.
“Yeah. Me and my sister met her a few weeks ago,” she answered. “She’s cool as heck.”
“That she is,” Lyra agreed. Roseluck gave a warm smile to us.
“You guys seem nice,” she announced. “Have you two know each other long?” Me and Lyra looked at each before shrugging.
“We met at the beginning of this year,” I replied. “It’s been cool.”
“Cool is an understatement. Awesome is more like it,” Lyra corrected. Roseluck looked between the two of us.
“And you’ve been dating for that long?” She asked curiously.
“We started like the second month in,” I stated. Lyra nodded her agreement.
“Forth of that month. Anyway, what do you all wanna do?” Lyra asked. I like how we all agreed to meet but didn’t decide what to do. Me and Lyra didn’t want to overwhelm the two with what we wanted. Normally, we would have Vinyl, Derpy and Octavia with us but they were getting to know Blueberrys sister, Raspberry Fluff. I should have known the two were related. Similar names and all. Only siblings would have fruit names. Blueberry and Roseluck glanced at each.
“Movies!” Blueberry announced.
“Flower shopping!” Roseluck chimed in. The two glared at each other before laughing.
“Both!” The two shouted in unison. The two girls skipped out of the coffee shop we had invaded about an half hour ago. I let out a sigh as I wrapped my hand around my coffee cup.
“Wow they are easy to please, aren’t they?” Lyra smirked as she slipped her hand in mine. We watched the two stop and Roseluck shoved a flower into Blueberrys face.
“What the fuck did we just watch?” Lyra asked we stepped out of the theater. “Because that was awesome!”
“The Meg!” Blueberry grinned. “Shark movies are incredible! I love em!”
“It was interesting,” Roseluck shivered and I tilted my head to the side cautiously. I had a feeling she wasn’t being completely honest and I trust my gut.
“It was okay,” I agreed while I watched Roseluck out of the corner of my eye. “Not as much as gore as I thought.”
“Thankfully,” Roseluck muttered.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Of course!” Roseluck laughed hastily. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re acting different. Worried and uncomfortable in a way,” I responded. Most people back home didn’t like me because I quickly identified and confronted signs of uncomfortableness people gave off. I really should be a police officer. If I wasn’t a candy maker by trade, I’d consider it.
“I’m fine,” Roseluck insisted. She looked at me nervously and my eyes slightly narrowed.
“Okay,” I said finally. “Hey Lyra?”
“Yes?” Lyra squeezed my hand.
“Should we take them to our favorite flower shop?” I asked with a smile.
“Wait you guys like flowers?” Roseluck smiled. Seems she got over her nerves from the movie real fast. That was good at least. I could confront her about it later.
“Who doesn’t like flowers?” Lyra scoffed. “I may not seem like the type, I know but I am. I personally prefer black roses.”
“You know black roses symbolize death, mourning or tragedy,” Roseluck commented casually. I stared at Lyra.
“There reason you like black flowers is because they’re beautiful and you’re not planning on killing me when I sleep at your house and decorate my casket with them right?” I asked nervously. Lyra rolled her eyes and kissed my cheek.
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it. I love you too much,” Lyra smiled. “Besides, if you ever did die, I’d decorate your casket with something bright. White and red roses maybe some yellow.”
“You’ve put thought into this. I’m sleeping with a pillow between us tonight,” I kissed her back.
“We will see how well the pillow stops me,” Lyra smirked. We both turned bright red when we heard a cough behind us and we slowly turned around. Roseluck and Blueberry were watching us with grins.
“You two need a room. That’s a lot of unresolved sexual tension,” Blueberry teased. I turned even brighter red at that. But it did get me thinking.
“Uh what she means is that maybe you two should uhm you know. Hug?” Roseluck suggested with an equally red face of her own.
“I think we can hug,” I answered as I gave Lyra a hug.
“I love you but they don’t mean this type of hug,” Lyra whispered in my ear as she hugged me back. “You’re innocence is absolutely adorable.”
“I am not innocent!” I hissed in her ear.
“Oh yeah?” Lyra grinned. “Could have fooled me. Even Derpy knows most of these terms.”
“Okay fair point.”
“You two good now?” Blueberry kept her teasing up.
“Yes,” I mumbled as we hastily separated. “Now let’s go to this flower shop.”
“This one is beautiful,” Blueberry commented as she twirled a purple carnation between her fingers.
“Purple carnations symbolize capriciousness. If you have an impulsive or unpredictable friend or family member, then purple carnations are perfect to send before their next big adventure,” Roseluck replied as she picked up a sunflower and smelled it. “You could give it to Raspberry. Would suit her very well.”
“How do you automatically know what each flower symbolizes when you see it?” I asked curiously.
“I don’t know,” Roseluck shrugged as she put the flower back. “Just a special talent of mine. I’ve just always been good at it since I was a kid.”
“That’s cool,” Lyra smiled. “Mine is playing the lyre. Bon Bon is scarily good at all forms of candy making. Derpy is good at baking, like really good.”
“Can we talk over here?” She pointed to a nearby stand with white roses.
“Yeah of course. I’ll be back shortly Lyra,” I smiled at her. Lyra gave me a nod as she went back to conversating with Blueberry. I followed Roseluck to where she gestured and waited.
“What’s up Roseluck?”
“You can call me Rose. All my friends do,” Rose giggled.
“Okay Rose. What’s up?”
“How did you know I was scared of the shark movie?” Rose quietly asked.
“How you sounded. Your body language was slightly off,” I answered. “I’ve always been good at telling when people are lying about their emotions.”
“That’s a scary talent. I’ll be sure to not lie around you. Anyway, I uh hate the idea of sharks. Especially a Megalodon. Those sharks are massive. What if one kills me?” Rose admitted. I hesitantly placed my hand on her shoulder.
“That shark hasn’t been seen in over thousand of years. It’s extinct Rose. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“You know how much of the ocean we’ve explored?” Rose asked.
“Uh about twenty percent?” I guessed. I didn’t know much about the ocean but I know I didn’t like it. I preferred lakes.
“Try five percent,” Rose answered. My eyes slightly widened. I didn’t know that. I knew the percentage was small but not that small.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m sure it is safe. If you ever get nervous about, I’m always around to talk,” I smiled at her.
“That helps. Thanks Bon Bon,” Rose smiled back. She looked around and picked up a blue and pink that matched my hair perfectly. She brushed the thorns off and slid it into my hair above my ear and stepped back, grinning.
I gave a sigh as I swung my legs back and forth under my bed. I was bored and it sucked. I wanted to go see Lyra.
“Mom! Can I go to Lyra’s?” I called out. The last time I’d seen was when me and Roseluck had talked about her sharkphobia. That had been five days ago. I’ve been busy at working the candy store and couldn’t text or call her much. I did when I could. At least Lyra was understanding.
“Sure! But are you going to stay the night?” Mom shouted up the stairs. I sighed and made a decision that I’ve been debating for a few nights.
“Yeah! At least a few nights if that’s okay!”
“It’s okay!” Mom called back. I slid off my bed and grabbed my bag next to my bed. I instantly started filling it with clothes and my bathrobe. I slung it over my shoulder and jumped off my bed. I slid my white boots that matched the white dress with my blue bow around my waist.
I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway, locking the door behind me after I made sure my key was in my pocket. I bounced down the stairs and skidded to a stop.
I sighed contently as I rubbed the soap into my pink and blue hair. I closed my eyes as I rinsed the soap off with a shower head. Lyra was kind enough to let me use her shower. She was always nice enough to allow me to use it, especially when I was staying for multiple nights like we planned tonight. I rubbed my leg with a washcloth and sighed contently again. I love showers but they don’t compare to baths. I could sit for hours with candles and bubbles in hot water.
I rinsed all the soap off me and shut the shower off, grabbing a towel and dried myself off before stepping out and putting my pink bathrobe. I tossed the towel into the laundry hamper and stepped out into Lyra’s room. She was on her bed reading a fantasy novel and I nervously took a breath.
“Lyra.”
“Yes love?” Lyra asked as she set her book down and looked at me. I took another breath and untied my bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor as Lyra’s eyes widened. I’ve never had sex before or knew what to say so I said the first thing that came to my mind and hoped it sounded flirtatious.
“Draw me like one of your French girls. And maybe you can do more.” Lyra let out a chuckle as she stood up and walked over to me. She kissed my neck before working her way to my mouth and kissing me there.
“Are you sure about this?” She asked me as she looked into my eyes.
“Yes.” Lyra lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck as I kissed her again. I was honestly surprised Lyra could carry me. She carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. She sat down in front of me and pulled her own shirt off and bra, tossing it to her bedroom and my mouth went dry once again. Lyra gave me a smirk as she pulled her jeans off and tossed them aside before she climbed onto me and kissed me again.
“You’re beautiful,” Lyra muttered as she kissed my neck and I shivered. We had quickly found out that was one of my most sensitive spots to be kissed.
“Thanks. But not as beautiful as you,” I whispered.
“We both are,” Lyra smirked as she trailed a finger down my side and I shivered again as Lyra’s thumb brushed against a sensitive spot between my legs no one has touched, not even me. Well, not in a pleasurable way at least.
“Oh,” I sighed as Lyra’s thumb continued brushing against the spot. She gave me a kiss and I moaned out loudly into her mouth as she slid a finger gently into me. I held onto her shoulder and gently clawed her back.
“Relax,” Lyra whispered as she broke the kiss and I panted softly. “If you want to stop, tap my shoulder three times.” I didn’t trust myself to speak so I nodded quickly. Lyra kissed me again as she curled her finger inside me and slowly slid her finger in and out of me again.
“Mhh,” I sighed I clawed her back again. Lyra pressed another finger against my entrance and looked into my eyes questioningly. I slowly nodded as she added another finger and I gasped softly as she continued sliding her fingers in and out. I don’t remember how long we kept this up till I felt my first orgasm approach. Lyra kissed me again hard as I felt a warm liquid spill out of me. Lyra laid next to me and pulled her fingers out, leaving me panting.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Y-yeah,” I admitted. “T-that was amazing. What about you? I want to help you.” Lyra gave me another kiss.
“Don’t worry about me. Tonight’s about you,” Lyra kissed me again and smiled wickedly. “I can show you something more awesome if you wish.”
“Uhm sure. I’m kinda new to all of this,” I admitted. Lyra gave me a warm smile as she kissed me neck and bit down softly.
“I know. I’m surprised you trusted me to be your first,” Lyra commented as she slid back on top of me and kissed up my neck to my chin.
“I love you. Of course I trust you,” I answered as she started kissing down my chest and stomach to my thigh. I wrapped a hand around her head as she planted kisses on my thigh before her head disappeared between my legs. My back arched slightly as she kissed the same sensitive spot she had just been touching. “Oh f-fuck.”
“Think that’s the first time I heard you say a hard swear word,” Lyra’s voice came before she kissed the spot again.
“S-shut up,” I moaned as she gently gave me a lick and I arched my back more as I wrapped a fistful of her hair in my hand as her tongue slid inside me. She reached up with a hand and held my free one, squeezing it reassuringly as I felt her tongue lick me again. She kept at this for what felt like hours, sliding her tongue in me and moving it around. She was clearly an expert at this.
“Oh fuck Lyra!” I screamed as I felt my second orgasm approach as I wrapped my legs around Lyra’s head, feeling the same warm liquid spill out of me. Lyra slowly pushed my legs off her head and fell next to me. “I’m sorry about the scream. Oh and about wrapping my legs around your head.”
“It’s okay. No one could hear us anyway,” Lyra gave me a kiss and I could taste a slightly saltly liquid on her mouth. I didn’t see her eat anything salt related tonight so I had no idea what it could be.
“Oh right. That was honestly the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” I admitted as Lyra pulled her blanket over us.
“I know. My first time was similar.” I rolled over and looked into Lyra’s bright golden eyes.
“I hope I didn’t accidentally hurt you by leaving scratch marks on your back.” Lyra giggled and kissed me again. I eagerly returned it before she pulled away.
“I can handle pain well,” Lyra announced as she traced my jaw with her thumb. “What brought this on? You never seemed interested in this.”
“I don’t know. Just felt ready I suppose,” I answered. “Who better than you?”
“Good point,” Lyra smiled. “Think we might need to change our sheets.”
“Uh why?” I asked. Lyra rolled her eyes and maintained her smile.
“You’re so adorable. You should probably look under the sheets,” Lyra replied. I sighed and lifted my side of the sheets. My eyes slightly widened at the pool of liquid on my side.
“Oh,” I turned bright red as Lyra planted a kiss on my neck.
“Yep.”
“How do I uh know you won’t leave me in the middle of the night?” I asked nervously. That was my biggest fear. That whoever I had sex with would leave me in the night and I’d wake up alone.
“You’re in my house, remember?” Lyra reminded me. “And I wouldn’t just leave you after tonight. What we did was special, it was our first time ever together.”
“I guess I forgot where I was during you know,” I smiled sheepishly. Lyra rolled over and pushed her back against my chest. I slowly wrapped an arm over her and kissed the back of her hair. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. More than you know.”
“Goodnight Lyra.” I shut the lamp on my side off as Lyra did the same on hers.
“Goodnight Bonnie.” I recognized it as a “see you in the morning goodnight.” Not a “see you around goodnight.” I smiled happily into her hair as I fell asleep.
“Lyra look! Snow!” I shouted as I jumped in a snowbank and rolled over on my back, squeezing my scarf. All of our friends were with us and watching me curiously.
“Yes love. It’s snow. I see it,” Lyra said. She was wearing a heavy mint green and a white scarf and green gloves.
“What’s the big deal?” Vinyl asked. She finally had the courage to speak up around Blueberry Pie, Raspberry Fluff and Rose.
“I’ve only ever seen snow once. And that was on the drive down the mountains. We don’t have snow in Trottingham,” I admitted as I ate some snow. It tasted like water. Nothing like I expected.
“Wait seriously?” Vinyl asked as she pulled her glasses up on her head.
“Mhm!” I exclaimed as I stood up and brushed the snow off my pants.
“So what if I did this?” Lyra asked with a mischievous grin. She knelt down and picked up a ball of snow, tossing it at me and striking me in the chest. I gave her a playful glare as I fell down on my back.
“It’s on!” I grabbed my own snowball and threw it at her. She ducked with surprising agility and it completely missed her.
“I don’t think this is going to end well,” Rose ducked behind a snowbank.
“I one hundred percent agree,” Derpy agreed as she pushed some snow on Roses head.
“Gah! Derpy!” Rose screamed. I smirked at the two as they chased each other around throwing snowballs at each other. I could see Vinyl and Octavia doing the same while Raspberry and Blueberry were fighting each from a distance. I was huddled behind my own snowbank watching the chaos I helped create unfold when I realized one person was missing: Lyra.
“Hello there,” my girlfriend said nonchalantly as she leaned over my snow bank with a smile. “Warm down there?” I looked up slowly.
“Oh uh hey Lyra. About that snowball,” I licked my lips. “You know that was an accident, right?”
“Oh is that what we’re calling it?” She asked with a hand behind her back.
“Uhm yes? You know I love you, right?” I asked as I edged back slowly. She rolled her eyes and smiled back.
“I know,” she said. She promptly dumped some snow on my head as she jumped on me, smearing snow around as she gave me a kiss. I yelped out into her kiss as she laid on top of me, sliding a hand into my pants. My face burned red hot.
“Lyra!” I said hastily. “We are at school!”
“Fair point,” Lyra admitted as she quickly removed her hand. “Sorry Bons.”
“It’s okay love. We can at home later tonight,” I kissed her nose. I spent a few nights at her house after we slept together. She had taught me a lot of things that were actually pretty fun.
“Are you sure? I should have asked before touching your, you know,” Lyra waved a hand around.
“Lyra. It’s fine. I trust no one but you to even touch me there. Have you forgotten this last week?” I asked.
“Okay true,” Lyra admitted as I wrapped an arm around her.
“If you two are doing talking about doing the horizontal tango here in the snow, school is about to start.” We both jumped at Vinyl leaning on the bank over us, wearing a smirk.
“Vinyl! How long were you there?” Lyra asked cautiously.
“Oh not long. All I saw was you taking your hand out of Bon Bons pants. But don’t worry, our secret,” Vinyl winked. “See you guys at lunch.” With that, she walked away and tossed a grin back our way.
“We are so fucked,” Lyra announced. I gave her another kiss.
“Yep. At least we are fucked together,” I agreed. Lyra gave a laugh as we stood up.
“I’m really a bad influence on you, aren’t I?” She asked as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we walked to the school.
“Definitely,” I agreed. “But you’re a fun bad influence.”
“Been awhile since you’ve been here Lyra,” my mom sat across from us in the living room. We all three had our own cups of hot chocolate.
“Yes Miss Drops,” Lyra set her mug down. She was sitting next to me on our couch.
“Please, call me Sweetie,” Mom smiled. “You said you guys had something to talk to me about?” Me and Lyra looked at each.
“Mom, things are getting well serious between us,” I started to explain.
“We had sex,” Lyra said bluntly. I stared at her in shock. I wasn’t expecting her to come out that fast with it. “Repeatedly.”
“I see,” Mom set her cup down and looked at us seriously with a pokerface. “Was it safe sex?”
“Yes,” I answered. “We took all safe precautions.”
“Good. Are you sure this is what you want Bon Bon?” Mom and Lyra stared at me.
“Yes Mom. I love Lyra. I know she’s my first relationship but she’s special. I trust no one more than her,” I answered.
“Good. Just don’t keep me waiting before you put a ring on her Lyra,” Mom smiled.
“Mom!”
“So you’re okay with this? Us being sexually active and all?” Lyra asked, leaning forward. Mom let out a long, low sigh.
“I’m a parent. Seeing my daughter grow up this way, having sex, having her first relationship is difficult. I’m okay with it yes. Just make me aware if you two are going to have alone time so I can leave the house please,” Mom answered.
“Oh we usually go to her house,” I answered. “Uhm is that too much information?”
“Not really. As long as I don’t find out what you two do, I’m fine. Just be careful and remember, you can come here whenever Lyra,” Mom smiled. “After all, I’ve never seen my daughter interested in someone and you might end up family one day.”
“Thank you,” Lyra kissed me on the cheek.
“Well it’s late,” Mom stood up. “Don’t stay up too late girls.”
“We won’t,” I promised.
“Oh and Lyra,” my mom stopped in the doorway and looked back at us.
“Yes Sweetie?” Lyra asked.
“You don’t have to hide you and Bon Bon drinking. Just do it here in the house so I know you guys are safe doing so. I don’t like but I want you guys safe and here doing it, not alone or at some party. If you guys ever need pick up from a party and are drunk, call me. I’ll come in a hurry,” Mom smiled. “Bon Bon is awful at hiding the smell of alcohol.” She walked upstairs to her room while we looked at each other in shock.
“So what do we do now?” I asked Lyra.
“Have sex on the couch?” Lyra suggested with a wicked grin. “She’s okay with it and all, after all.” I laughed and gave her a shove.
“God I love you so much.” She sat up and wrapped an arm around my waist, kissing me.
“Not as much as I love you,” she purred.
“Maybe you should show me,” I said seductively as I laid back on the couch. Lyra’s eyes had a lust filled look in them as she licked her lips.
