I was curled up in fetal position on the couch downstairs.
"Don't worry, Twilight," Midnight said, "Better than the games."
"U- uh-huh."
"Not by much, though."
I'm glad she's here and Spike isn't right now.
The phones rang, getting both of our attentions.
"How good are you at driving?"
"I can be Pinkie-Good," Midnight replied, getting the keys to our lavender Yugo and pulling me out to it.
"Sunset's place?" Midnight said, pulling out onto the highway.
"You know-"
"I know. If I die, I want it to be done with honor," she said, turning to me, "Now?"
"Sunset."
Midnight held true to herself and drove as fast as the car could go.
"Which ramp?" Midnight said after a few minutes.
"Twelveth Street upper, then straight for fifteen miles, but slow down some."
"You got it."
I could feel that she let off the gas some, but I wasn't convinced that we wouldn't flip over until we were back on a straight road.
"Almost there," she said.
"Good," I said, leaning on the door.
A few minutes later, she drove into the parking lot for the complex, then proceeded to drag me by the wrist to her front door and pound on it as I sat against the opposite wall.
"I'm coming!!"
A minute later Sunset opened the door and was FURIOUS.
"What did you do to her!? You should've died!!"