My family and I pulled into the CHS parking lot, my head still throbbing from my earlier fall. The first item on the agenda, after finding my parents and sister seats with a good view of the graduation stage, was to find Rarity in the hopes she had some concealer for the red mark accompanying the bump that had formed on my head. Along the way, I found the culprit that caused me to gain the bump.
“Hey, Dash,” I said, giving her a high-five.
“Hey, Sunset. Nice bruise,” she said with a smirk. “Your sister give that to you?”
“Actually… no. I got it this morning when I read your text and the accompanying pic,” I told her as we walked to the meeting point for all the students. “The letter you took a pic of surprised me so much that I passed out and hit my head on my desk.”
She cocked her head to the left and asked, “Really? It ain't that big of a deal.”
“Not a big deal? Rainbow, all of us are going to Daytona to perform in front of ten thousand people,” I told her. “To me, it's a huge deal.”
“Actually it's more like a hundred thousand people,” she said with a smirk.
“Oh, whatever. The point is that we've never had an audience larger than a couple hundred people and now we have about a month to get a concert put together,” I argued.
“Hey, we had absolutely no practice the night we beat the sirens, remember? It worked out then.”
“That's different. We weren't on national television then. This time it's before one of the biggest races of the season.”
“Whatever,” Rainbow said, shrugging her shoulders as we joined the rest of our friends outside the gym.
We arrived at our meeting place near the locker room entrances to hang out until it was time for the procession. I gave Rarity a slight tug on her sleeve to get her attention. “Hey, uh, Rarity-”
“Good gracious, Sunset! Whatever happened to your forehead?” she interrupted.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said hesitantly. “I passed out at home this morning and smacked my head on the desk. I was wondering if you might have some concealer that I could borrow for the ceremony.”
“Certainly, darling,” Rarity said as she fished through her purse. “You know, we have enough time for me to give you a full makeover before the ceremony.”
“Eh… no thanks,” I politely declined. While I patiently waited for Rarity to find her concealer, I heard my phone chime from a text message.
Sunny, can you meet me in the girls’ locker room so we can talk alone for a few minutes?
“Hey, Rarity, can you give me a couple minutes to find out what Twi wants to talk to me about?” I asked her.
“Why certainly, dear,” Rarity said. “After all, the two of you are engaged and if things need to be discussed, you should discuss them at the earliest possible convenience.”
I thanked Rarity as I sent Twi the following response:
I’ll be there in a couple minutes.
I then left the group to hunt down my fiance to see what she wanted.