After the Crusaders left, Wallflower sat back down. She started to wonder if five people would be enough. The Dazzlings were a trio and gave the Rainbooms a run for thier money. But then again, the Dazzlings were also three magical creatures from a parallel world. Herself, Trixie and the Crusaders (though not yet ready to join) were just average, ordinary people.
On the other hand, Sunset was also a magical creature from the same parallel world as the Dazzlings, and she didn't use any magic to rule over Canterlot High. Wallflower smiled. There may just be a chance! But how would she and the others make Sunset pay? Wallflower put her head in her hands and sighed. She needed help. Luckily for her, she had at least one person she could count on.
Wallflower grabbed her phone from her pocket and started to call Trixie, but stopped at the sound of her mother's voice.
"Wallflower," Erica called out. "Dinner's ready!"
Wallflower sighed, then shrugged and went inside.
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Once Wallflower finished dinner, she went back outside to the front porch. She sat down and took her phone out, checking the time. Trixie might be eating her own dinner right now, so the worst-case scenario would simply be that she'd have to leave a voicemail. Not the end of the world, she could handle that.
Wallflower dialed Trixie's number, then tapped her fingers on the porch as she waited. Several dial tones later, she was directed to voicemail.
"You have reached the Great and Powerful Trrrrrrrrrixie's voicemail!" Wallflower clenched her teeth, then turned the volume down on her phone. "Please leave a message after the beep," Trixie said in a thankfully normal tone, then the phone beeped.
Wallflower sighed, then spoke. "Hey, Trixie. It's Wallflower. I can't come up with anything, and you seem like the type who knows how to plan. Call me back when you get this message, okay? Thanks." She hung up, and decided not just sit and wait. She should pass the time, but what to do? She already spent most of the day gardening with her mom. She checked her phone for the time. There wasn't that much left of the day...
Wallflower's thoughts were interrupted as a light blue car came up the driveway. She smiled as the driver's side door opened and a tall, grey-skinned man stepped out. He scratched his light blonde hair as he took off his sunglasses, revealing dark green eyes. The man smiled as he saw Wallflower run up to him.
"Hey there, kiddo," Palette Brush said happily as he grabbed his daughter and hugged her. "How's your day been?"
Wallflower smiled. "I spent it gardening with mom," she said. She didn't like lying to either of her parents, but she had to keep her plans against Sunset Shimmer a secret. They wouldn't understand. Neither of them had suffered heartbreak like she had. She made a conscious effort to keep smiling despite the boiling she began to feel in her blood.
"So," Palette said as he broke the hug and stretched. "Did I miss dinner again?"
Wallflower nodded. "Missed it by this much," she said, putting her thumb and pointer finger right next to each other.
Palette shrugged with a sigh. "Couldn't help it, kiddo. Traffic was a mess getting here."
Wallflower smiled and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms. "You got distracted talking to people on the way out of work again, didn't you?" Palette put his pointer finger to his mouth and pursed his lips, causing his daughter to giggle. "Your 'secret' is safe with me," she whispered.
"Oh, thank goodness," Palette said in mock relief as he pretended to wipe sweat off of his brow. "For a moment there I thought I'd get in trouble for missing dinner again!"
"The only 'trouble' you'd be in would be the trouble of having to re-heat dinner," Erica said from the front door with a cheeky grin. Wallflower snickered as her father walked up the entrance to greet her mother. "Hey there, hon," she said as she embraced Palette and pecked him on the lips. "Welcome home," she said softly as she ran a hand through his hair.
Wallflower smiled warmly. Now that both of her parents were home, she knew that time would pass by faster. She walked up to the front door as her parents broke their hug. "So," she said to her father. "I know you just got home from work, but maybe after you eat dinner we could watch a movie or something?"
Palette and Erica glanced at each other and smiled. "Sure, I don't see why not," Palette said, then the three walked inside.
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The movie had ended and Wallflower took her phone out of her pocket. There was still nothing from Trixie. She should have called or least left a text or something by now! She sighed, then pocketed her phone. It wasn't a school night, so she'd stay up as late as she'd have to...which would be a challenge, considering she hardly did so. She narrowed her eyes in determination, however, as there was no room for self-doubt! She had had enough of that back at school! She stifled a yawn as the credits finished rolling.
"Wallflower, honey," Erica said. "If you're getting sleepy you should just go upstairs and go to bed."
Wallflower shook her head. "Don't worry about me, mom, I'm fine."
Erica blinked, then shrugged. "If you say so."
Wallflower got up, then stretched and cracked her neck. She winced slightly, then yawned. Maybe staying up late over a phone call wasn't such a good idea after all. The more she thought about it, the more silly it sounded. "On second thought," she said. "Maybe I do need to go to bed. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," Wallflower's parents called out as she ascended the stairs. She entered her room, then turned on her light as she closed the door. She got into her pajamas, then crawled into bed and turned off the light.
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Wallflower's phone began ringing, jarring her out of her sleep. She grabbed her phone and accepted the call. "H-Hello," she slurred, bleary-eyed.
"Wallflower! Trixie here."
Wallflower groaned in frustration. "What time is it?"
"About quarter to two."
Wallflower's eyes widened. "Quarter to...what were you doing?"
"I'm not gonna miss my dad's magic shows, Wallflower! Why do you think I like being an illusionist?"
Wallflower sighed heavily as she put a hand to her forehead. "Okay. You know what? Why don't I call you after I wake up? I'm too damn tired to think right now."
"Suit yourself." Trixie hung up.
Wallflower turned her phone off, then drifted off to sleep.