Sweetie Belle wiped a tear as Sour Sweet finished her story. “Wow, Sour Sweet. That was beautiful. I hope I can experience what you have someday.”
“Yeah, Ah wouldn’t mind havin’ a relationship, mahself,” Apple Bloom admitted. She then grew a sly smirk. “And then we would just need ta get Scootaloo ta admit her romantic feelin’s fer Rainbow Dash and all three Crusaders would have special somebodies!”
Scootaloo threw her arms up. “HEY! I do NOT have romantic feelings for Rainbow Dash! It’s purely idol worship and nothing else!”
Sweetie Belle went over and placed a sympathetic hand upon Scootaloo’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Scoots. We’ll love you no matter what your sexual orientation turns out to be.”
Scootaloo blushed and rolled her eyes. “Aw shut up, you guys! Now, come on! Do we or don’t we have a fan film to make here?”
Sour Sweet chuckled and lugged the Ahuizotl mask back over her head.
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After a long day of amateurish filmmaking that would make Ed Wood proud, Sour Sweet returned home. She had had a smile plastered on her face ever since she told her story to the Crusaders. Verbally reliving that night only made her want more. She wanted to relive it visually and tangibly as well.
She entered her room and went straight over to the dresser next to her bed. Inside the top drawer, she stored her most personal possessions. She opened it. Right next to her container of birth control pills and a framed crayon drawing of a little girl who she hoped to see again one day, was a red, pocket-sized booklet containing The Communist Manifesto.
She picked up and opened it to reveal the photos nestled within the pages: the photo booth strip and a copy of her mother's snapshot of the first kiss she had with the love of her life. Sour Sweet sighed contently, closed it back up, and held it out to bask in the memories.
“Does that say ‘The Communist Manifesto’?”
Sour Sweet jumped and turned to see her mother standing at her door.
“Mom, i-it’s not what it looks like!”
Mrs. Sweet went over and placed a sympathetic hand upon her daughter’s shoulder. “It’s okay, honey. I’ll love you no matter what your political orientation turns out to be.”
THE END