//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: You've got 5 seconds... // Story: Campus love // by LightningChaserRaikage //------------------------------// Chris was sitting down at his favorite café, reading up on his latest plans to travel to Hawaii for summer. "Excuse me sir, would you like to order something?" A voice spoke out. Chris looked to see a girl with flowing pink hair standing in front of him with a notepad. "Oh yes, I'll just have the standard mocha." Chris responded. "Yes, it'll just take a minute." The waitress said before turning into the building. Chris didn't get a chance to see her face, but he had a nagging feeling that he heard her voice before. Chris reached down an picked up his mocha and took a sip. "Ay!... Hot!" He quietly yipped and gingerly sipped again. "I told you that drinking something like that would burn your tongue." Pinkie said with a smug grin. She then mixed the bottle of hot sauce and coffee together; chugging the whole thing after stirring it for a few seconds. "Pinkie?! What are you doing here?" Chris asked with much curiosity. She looked back at him with an even wider grin, but it looked more from insanity that joy. "Batter up!" Pinkie exclaimed as she grabbed the baseball bat leaning on the side of the table and swung it at Chris's head. "AAAHHH!!!" Chris screamed out, nearly falling out of bed, but not before banging his forehead on the bed post. He clutched his head from the pain, grinding his teeth and swearing between breathes. When the pain subsided, Chris laid on his back, looking at the ceiling. What kind of dream what that?" It seemed all too weird for it to make sense. Chris then felt a sudden pressure on his chest, he looked to see a white ball of fluff. He looked at the ball with a raised brow, until it started breathing. Chris's mind began to race at this...thing sitting on top of him, but there was also intrigue that prevented him from chucking the damn thing out the window. The ball shifted and its head poked out of the white mass, revealing long ears and a constantly twitching pink nose. Oh, its only a rabbit... wait... The rabbit simply sat on his chest, but thumped it's foot as if he was trying to communicate. Chris then tilted his head back and saw a red bowl with various greens and other vegetables, sitting on top of a low shelf. "Oh, that's what you want. You must be really hungry." Chris sat up, letting the bunny slide down onto the bed and grabbed the bowl. As soon as he set it on the floor, the rabbit dashed to it and practically swanned dived into the bowl. Chris chuckled at the sight and began to take in more of the dorm room surroundings. The room was very clean, like a maid came in every couple of days or so and spruced the place up. When he looked to the bed sitting opposite of his, he felt... concerned. The bed cover was a light yellow, with a light pink frill around the edge and even green tassels on the corners. It would seem that his roommate would be one of those guys. It didn't bother him as much, but it would be somewhat difficult to get used to. Yet that color palate seemed all too familiar. But what struck the most unusual was the clothes just laying on the floor near it. "A bra? Short shorts? He could be a cross dresser..." Chris shuddered at the thought of the last time he met a cross dresser in high school. "Ugh... that wouldn't be pleasant." Without a second to spare, the door knob turned and someone walked in the open doorway. Chris's eyes widened when he saw who had stepped in. It was that girl he bumped into earlier, her pink hair still cascading down her back. She didn't even take two steps before both their eyes locked on each other. Time stopped, and the only sounds heard were heartbeats and the bunny munching away on a cucumber. Chris felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck, and saw that the girl's face was getting progressively redder. "Uh... Hey, I don't believe we've met. I'm-" "AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!" The girl screamed, "Applejack!! Help me!!" The girl then ran out though the hallway, yelling for this "Applejack." Chris quickly stood up and began to jog after the girl, only when he made the turn he ran into something soft, yet firm. He fell back and landed on his ass, but looking up; his confidence sank quicker than the titanic. Standing in front of him was a another girl, seemed to be about his height; possibly taller. She had nice curves to her, wearing a pair of jeans and an orange tee shirt and simple sneakers. Her blond hair was fashioned in a some what disheveled ponytail, locked with a red ribbon near the end of her hair and an obvious brown Stetson hat. But what was most compelling was her emerald green eyes, though the burned with scorn now, they were beautiful. The light freckles on the sides of her face, just above her cheekbones only added to the cute effect she had. By the time Chris snapped out of her mesmerizing stature, he instantly noticed her scorn-filled eyes boiled over to out right fury and a little of pink danced under her eyes. He then remembered that soft sensation the lingered on his face and that was when the trigger was pulled. "Ya listen here, partner. I'ma give you five seconds... but I'm only need'n three to fry yer ass like mornin' bacon." She threatened, cracking her knuckles. "I-I'm only going to need two." Chris shakingly says. One... Chris turned his body and positioned it like an Olympic sprinter, which was what Chris was going to be in this small window to escape. Two... Without hesitation, Chris dashed forward. The carpet floors didn't help much with traction, but he had enough to already be nine yards away. Three! Applejack sprinted after him, her strong legs bounded her much quicker than Chris had expected, nor anticipated. Shit, shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!! Chris was running at his limit, but Applejack was quickly gaining. Before long, Applejack lunged forward and tackled Chris near the end of the hallway. "GAAAHHHH!!!" Chris yelped as he fell. He struggled and thrashed to break free, but Applejack was strong and easily pinned him to the floor by sitting on his chest. "How dare ya sneak into Fluttershy's room, ya stinkin' pervert!" She yells, grabbing Chris's shirt and preparing to punch his brains out. Geez, if this were a different situation, this would be kind of hot...save for the punching. "Hey, Applejack! What are you doing?!" Pinkie mysteriously popped up, "Are you two playing a game?" "Pinkie! Does this here, look like a game?!" "Hmmm... I guess it doesn't, but why are you on top of my new friend?" "Friend?! This is a pervert! He was in Fluttershy's dorm room! No doubt doin' no good nasty things ta her!" Chris couldn't speak, one part because Applejack was sitting right on top of his lungs, the other two being transfixed; that was a mixed drink of one part her eyes and two parts of the fact that her breasts kept swinging low to his face when she talked and turned to look give a death look. They do have nice shape, but now I'm a freakin bobblehead doll. "Well duh!" Pinkie's voice broke through Chris's thoughts, "of course he was in her room. He's her new roommate." "Oh... well in that case..." Applejack began lifting herself off of Chris's chest, "I do believe I owe'n you an apology." Applejack held out a hand to help Chris up, but he didn't take it and stood up on his own, coughing every few seconds from the lack of oxygen. "Sorry for this here misunderstand'n." Applejack said, trying to sound sincere. MISUNDERSTANDING?!?! GALLILEO AND THE POPE HAD A MISUNDERSTANDING!!! "Yea, no problem. Just let me breathe next time you tackle me." Chris said with a hint of sarcasm. With apologizes made and (some what) forgiven, the trio head back to Fluttershy's dorm room. "Fluttershy? Ya in there?" Applejack asked, knocking on the door, but there was no response. "Must still be rattled by the recent events." Chris stated. "Yup. Ya just stay out here till she decides to open the door." "Makes sense." "Well, I'm going back to my dorm, see you later!" Pinkie gleefully says. "See ya, Pinkie." Applejack replies. Pinkie bounced her way down the hall and into her room. Applejack then grabs Chris by the collar of his shirt. "Now you listen here, an' you listen good; 'cause I''ma only say this once." Chris nodded quickly, he knew that the smart thing would be to listen; it might as well be his best way to survive. "Fluttershy is sensitive, and not good around boys. You need to be patient with her." "O-ok, seems simple enough." Chris replied. "I'm not done... I saw the way you were lookin' at my breasts when I was on top ah you. You better not try somethin' clever, or even touch her without her permission. 'Cause if you do, I will make your time here a living hell." If she new anything about me, she would've known I've already been through hell. But she seems worse. "Y-yes, ma'am!" Chris stuttered. Applejack loosened her grip on Chris's shirt. Well isn't this a fine mess... "See ya 'round, lover boy!" Applejack playfully mocked. REAL fine mess.