My name is Eight.

Yes, like the number. No, I didn't choose it. I can't even say why my name is Eight. Every time I've asked my dad, he just says he'll tell me when I'm 'eighteen' and starts laughing. So I don't ask anymore.

Usually, I just do my own thing. I have surface friends, try to get through high school, the works. I wouldn't say I have a boring life, just nothing particularly exciting happens.

At least, until both of the only girls I regularly talk to ended up confessing to me when I thought they couldn't possibly be interested. Instead of choosing one or the other, I decided to propose the idea of dating both of them at the same time.

I am way in over my head.

*Edited with the appreciated assistance of Arkadios!*

Celestia warns her sister that Derpy might not be the best choice for a mate. Luna isn’t the type to care how different a pony is but how big their heart is. Unfortunately not everypony can see past some obvious differences.

Written for Bike’s Crackship Contest

Thanks to my friend who preread, SleeplessB.