"Thanks for coming over, Rarity." Shy greeted warmly as her friend sashayed into the room, adorned in her finest jewels.
"Sorry about all this," She hummed. "I have a dinner party this evening with my Auntie and didn't have the time to stop to get ready."
"That's alright, you look sumptuous as ever." Shy smiled, setting up the tea pot.
"Thank you, darling. So, what did you want to talk to me about?" She asked, taking the tea cup delicately and putting it to her lips.
"You've had sex, right?" Rarity nearly spit out her tea at the presumptuous question.
"Dear, why would you ever ask a question like that? It's far too personal." She reprimanded.
"But we're friends right? Can't we talk about things like that?" Shy didn't know who else to turn to. Rarity was the only one of her friends who, to her knowledge, had 'done it' so to speak. Rarity sighed, and set down her teacup, scooting closer to her friend.
"I suppose so." Rarity said, shooting her friend an uneasy glance. "What would you like to know?"
"Does it hurt?" she grimaced.
"It's different for everyone. It didn't hurt my first time, because the guy I was with was gentle and considerate of my body. Take it from me, don't do it until you're ready, dear. You're only fifteen after all." She said in a mature voice, smiling understandingly. Shy gave her a thoughtful smile, bringing her tea cup to her lips. "Is this about that Discord guy? Is he pressuring you to sleep with him?"
"I wouldn't say pressuring." She murmered.
"But he wants to."
"...Yes, I suppose so." Her eyes darted at the ground, avoiding eye contact with her friend. She felt foolish, almost having slept with a guy she knew for a few weeks. She couldn't explain it, something about him was incredibly intoxicating. His invading reddish eyes made her feel inexplicably safe, despite their aura of mystery.
"Do you like him?" She glanced up, shocked by the question. Suddenly a wave of warmth came over as she thought of him, the way she would sometimes catch him smiling warmly at her, his eyes bright with something she couldn't place, or even the specks of sadness she would catch in his face sometimes.
"I do." She said, a gentle smile plastered on her face.
"Just-don't let him break your heart." Rarity warned, concern gleaming in her eyes. Shy was the kindest, most sensitive of all her friends. She had a tendency to let herself get walked all over. Shy nodded at her words, suddenly jumping at the sound of the front door opening.
"Discord!" She greeted. "I thought you were having lunch with your parents?"
"I was, but they're imperious, overbearing, self-important hoity toities." He spit, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Oh...you remember Rarity, don't you?"
"Pleasure to see you, again." Rarity said, her lips pulled into a polite smile.
"I'm sure." He responded grumpily, pulling the milk carton from the refrigerator and drinking directly from it.
"Well," Rarity cleared her throat, her lips pursed. "I must be going. See you Monday, Shy."
"Bye." Shy called nervously. Discord certaintly had a lack of manners when it came to others. He waited to hear the door shut before approaching her, pulling her into a kiss.
"Discord- I don't- I um...how about we..." She swallowed. He cocked an eyebrow, his gaze following her to the living room. "Just...hang out?"
"Hang out?" He drawled, eyeing her conspicuously. She blushed under his gaze, sitting on the couch and patting the space beside her.
"You know, hang out. Pop some popcorn, watch a movie." He observed her as she clicked the television on, giving him a nervous smile.
"Alright..." He shrugged, sitting beside her. "Just don't pick some sappy chick-flick." He grunted. They eventually settled in, having agreed on a movie called 'A little chaos.' Honestly, he only agreed because of the title. Once it began, he groaned as he realized it was some sort of romantic-drama. She lay curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and a popcorn bucket on the coffee table before them. Half-way through the boring drama, he heard her breathing shallow. Before he could say anything, her head fell onto his shoulder. He stiffened, glancing at her. Her eyes were shut, her sleeping form illuminated by the dancing light of the TV. His lips tugged up slightly at the sight. He reached over and pulled the blanket over her, wrapping his arm around her. She unconsciously leaned into the gesture. He frowned suddenly at the warm feeling in his chest. Oh God, he thought. I've gone and developed feelings for her.
She woke up, sunlight seeping in through the windows of her living room. Her body was enveloped with warmth, something wrapped around her firmly. She opened her eyes, fluttering them slowly. Somebody's chest was moving up and down from underneath her. She realized she was lying on top of Discord, her head on his chest. She sat up gently, glancing at him. She definitely didn't remember falling asleep in that position. Her eyes darted up to where her mother was standing, observing them.
"U-uh sorry. We must've fallen asleep during our movie last night." She explained, slipping off of him.
"Are you two interested in each other?" Her mother asked plainly, not one to beat around the bush.
"U-um." She stuttered, a blush forming on her cheeks.
"He seems interested in you," She remarked, a smirk on her face. She began to clean up the mess they made. Shy gave her a small smile and helped, grabbing the two mugs she and Discord used to make cocoa.
"I don't think so." She murmured. Face it, she thought. He's only interested in one thing. It's been that way from the start. She glanced at him again, watching the rise and fall of his chest ever so slowly. But what if? She sighed, her eyes darting away. Oh Shy, you really are a fool sometimes.
"Hey, Shy." A voice greeted in the school's gym. Shy and her friends were helping decorate for the upcoming fall formal.
"Hi Mac." She smiled warmly at him as she helped paint a banner.
"I was wonderin' if I could ask you somethin'." His eyes darted around nervously.
"Sure," She smiled. "But are you okay?" She furrowed her brow. She didn't really know Mac, he was just Jackie's older brother who occasionally drove them places when they were too young to drive. It had been a long time since she'd spoken to him.
"Yup." He nodded. "I wanted to ask you...if you'd go to the fall formal with me." He smiled, holding up a Spring Starflower, her favorite flower. She gasped lightly, holding her hand up to her mouth. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. Why would he want to go with me? "You don't have ta answer right now," He said, looking a little flushed. "But think about it." He gave her smile, handed her the flower and walked off. She stood there for a long time, puzzled.
"Ah knew it." Jackie's voice disrupted her thoughts. "Ah knew he had a thing for you. Ah thought it was strange when he asked me your favorite flower. Guess now ah know why."
"It's just so strange." She looked at her friends. "I've never even had more than a conversation with him."
"Well darling, what are you going to say?" Rarity asked, hoping she'd say yes. She highly doubted Discord would be better for her kind hearted friend than big Mac, a guy they'd all practically known since childhood.
"Well..." Shy gulped, not wanting to hurt Mac's feelings, but not particularly wanting to go with him. She knew it was silly, but there was someone else she was hoping would ask her.
"Is this about that Dipcord guy?" Dash muttered. Shy glanced at the ground. "Come on Shy, you know he's not good enough for you. He's just trouble waiting to happen." All of her friends seemed to nod in agreement. Shy furrowed her brows, looking up at her friends. How could they think that? They hadn't gotten to know him like she had.
"You know what I think? None of you are giving him a chance! Sure, he's not perfect, but who is?" They stared at her for a moment, shocked at their usually timid friend. Before any of them could reply, she set down her paintbrush and ran off.
"Woah- hey!" Mac called as she bumped into him in the hall. She glanced up, not realizing who she hit.
"Oh- sorry."
"It's alright."
"Mac, it was really sweet of you to ask...b-"
"But you're going with someone else."
"Well, no not exactly..."
"You just don't want to go with me?"
"It's not that! I-I mean...I was waiting for someone to ask me but..he hasn't yet." She sighed, her eyes glued to the ground. With the dance so close, she really had expected him to. She didn't know if they were a couple or if they just liked each other or if he was even interested in something other than her body, but she genuinely expected him to.
"It sounds like this guy doesn't see what he's missing. I promise we'll have a good time if you say yes." She smiled at him. He was a good guy. And maybe she was hoping Discord would be a teensy bit jealous.
"Well...alright." He grinned at her, and she smiled timidly in return.
"What's that?" He murmered, entering the kitchen. She had the flower big Mac had given her in a vase. Even if it didn't really mean anything to her, it was still her favorite flower.
"It's a Spring Star-flower!" She answered enthusiastically. "Did you know that they're native to places like Peru and Argen-"
"I know what it is, I meant who gave it to you?" She gave him a puzzled expression. She wanted him to be jealous but didn't actually think he would be. Jealousy just didn't fit with his laid back manner.
"A guy at school asked me to the Fall Formal." She answered, pouring water into the vase and avoiding his squinted gaze.
"How sweet." He spit.
"What's your problem?" She set down the vase to look at him. She took back her hopes before, he had no right to be jealous.
"Me? I don't have a problem. Not at all." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes you do!" She argued. "You're jealous."
"What! That's preposterous!" He bellowed.
"Is it?" she hissed. His eyes darted to the side. Shoot.
"Well forgive me, Shutterfly if I assumed we had our own little thing going on." He said, folding his arms.
"Our own little thing?" She raised her eyebrows. "You're not my boyfriend, i'm allowed to go to a dance with anybody I want."
"Am I not someone you want? Am I not good enough?" He didn't mean to show his jealousy, he just couldn't help it. The thought of her in some other guy's arms, giggling the way she does. It infuriated him, as if his whole body was on fire.
"Of course you are," She hissed. "He just so happened to ask me before you, and I accepted!" She stormed off to her room, shaken up by their banter. She heard his door slam moments after she left the kitchen. Who does he think he is? Maybe if he'd stop being so immature and admit he has actual feelings for me, this wouldn't be an issue.
Who does she think she is? He thought angrily, unfolding all of his laundry and scattering clothes around his room. Obviously we're a thing together, and she just goes and accepts another guy's 'dance proposal?' How banal. I don't even want to go to the dance anyway. It's not as if any of this even mattered. He growled in frustration, and decided to take a walk. And who is this guy anyway? He thought as he stalked outside into the chilly fall air. The sun began to set and his anger grew tedious. He suddenly realized in all his virulent thoughts, he'd gotten lost. The noise of someone stumbling came from an array of bushes behind him. He whipped around, seeing no-one. Discord was not the type of person to be frightened- by anything. He lowered his gaze, his lips turning up.
"Who's there?" He said lowly, his voice daring. A sinister chuckle came from the shadows, and from the bushes emerged a dark figure in a cloak. Discord furrowed his brow at the laughing figure.
"Discord..." Came a familiar voice. "You don't remember me?" The figure pulled down his cloak.
"T-Tirek?" Discord sputtered, a smile growing on his face. "You old thing, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
"The boys and I were wondering where you disappeared to." Tirek chided.
"Yes well, you see..." Discord paused. "How did you find me?"
"Sombra has his ways."
"Sombra knows where I am?" Discord gulped. It wasn't permitted for any of the members of Sombra's gang to leave without his permission.
"I'm going to make this concise for you, Discord," Tirek began. "We understand that the terms of your agreement with your parents are quite simple. You learn to be a good, wholesome puritan, and you can return in December, two months from now."
"Yes," Discord admitted. "But what does that have to do with anything?"
"You will be returning to us in December, renegade. Sombra is not happy with your actions."
"Well it wasn't as if I had a choice!" Discord spit. "What makes you think I want to return?" Tirek raised his eyebrows at the question. Discord's loyalty had always been impregnable.
"I should have known you would want to wreak chaos all by yourself." Tirek growled. Discord gave him a disgruntled look.
"I'm not doing this for me. You think i'd really stay here on my own? I'm doing this for Shy."
"Shy? You're not saying you're involved with someone?"
"Surprise," He grinned.
"I am surprised that someone with your intellect does not see that this 'involvement' is but a new form of imprisonment. Clearly you had to abandon your true nature to stay in her good graces." Discord frowned.
"I have done nothing of the sort."
"Oh please, I've seen this before. But he was always weak minded. You are Discord, you are a legend. You can't fall into the same trap that claimed my brother. Come back with me and be rewarded with something far greater than love." He said the word with bitter disgust. "Freedom."
"No," Discord growled. "If you excuse me, I need to be finding my way back, now." He pushed passed his old friend, who growled in anger.
"You have three days to abide by Sombra's orders!" Tirek called. "Or somebody gets hurt!"