The next morning – Tuesday – Spike and Tender woke up and went to the bathroom, where the rest of their male classmates are once again going all the way to make sure they look their very best to impress the young ladies. And once again, they find both Button Mash and Rumble, huddling up together in the corner of the bathroom, sleeping.
Spike and Tender Taps both turned to each other, shaking their heads, knowing the drill. They both reached into a janitor's closet nearby, fetching a large pail, to fill it up with cold water, and they splashed it onto the two sleeping boys, startling them awake.
"AAAUGH! DON'T MINE AT NIGHT! CREEPERS!" Button Mash babbled randomly, as he and Rumble both jumped up to their feet, bright and alert, thanks to the cold water.
"Oh, gee thanks, we really needed that," Rumble grumbled, sarcastically.
"You're welcome," Spike said, as he and his guys went to get themselves washed up, just as Pipsqueak and Featherweight joined them.
"HEY! LET GO OF US!" Snips voice rang, as he, Snails, and Zephyr were dragged into the bathroom, against their wills, by a tall, muscular grown man, dressed in security guard uniform. Without a doubt, this is Phoenix Academy's newest security guard that Headmaster Scorpan had hired.
In appearance, the man sports a gray buzzcut hairstyle, with large bushy eyebrows and a mustache, while wearing a pair of shades with bronze lens.
The man was carrying Snips on his shoulder, while dragging Snails by the leg, and was pulling Zephyr Breeze along, by the ear. "You can't do this to me! My lovely Rainbow Dash needs her Zeph–OW!" In response, the security guard pinched Zephyr's ear even harder. "OW! Not the ear, not the ear!"
With a thrust of his arms, the guard threw the three stooges into the bathroom, with the rest of the other boys.
"Hey! What's the big idea?!" Snips grunted, infuriated. "We were just getting to know with the ladies! We have rights!"
"But you're not cleaned yet," The guard frowned. "Look at yourself, this unkempt tangled mess you called a hairdo. It's more like a ruined bird's nest!" He said, examining Zephyr's hair.
"Hey! This hairdo's a work of art!" Zephyr whined.
"Suck in that gut!" The guard berated, Snips. "And who taught you to brush your teeth? I still see a piece of salad stuck between your teeth!" Snips blushed as he covers his mouth with his hands. "And you!" The guard pointed at Snails.
"What? What about me? What did I do wrong?" The lanky boy asked.
"Nothing. I have nothing to say to you. You're clean," The guard said.
"Oh, great!" Snails smiled excitedly. "So does this mean I can go now to–"
"NOT SO FAST!" The security guard shouted, stopping the boy. "You're not leaving this room, until every single boy in this room is clean as a whistle! Do I make myself clear?!"
"But how are we supposed to know the girls if we're all stuck in here?" Snips moaned.
"Security is an art, it cannot be rushed," The man said.
Spike and the Five Guys were all surprised at the man, "Wow, that guy takes his work very seriously," Spike commented, to which the rest of his boys all exchanged agreements.
At last, after the boys were all cleaned up, they made their way down to the cafeteria, where the girls were already seated and having breakfast. Unable to hold back their pent up sex-driven hormone, the three stooges were about to lunge towards one of the girls at random, only for the security man to hold them back, by the seat of their pants.
"Not so fast you three!" The man frowned, as he dragged the stooges away. "Your families have sent me your medical records. For the good of your health, you three are going to be seated far far away from the young ladies."
"NOOOOOOOOOoooooo!" The stooges wailed miserably as they are dragged away against their wills.
The boys couldn't help but shake their heads, both sympathetically and amusingly at the three troublemaker's shared misery.
Just then, a hand reached out from behind and covered Spike's eyes, "Guess who~!" A bubbly voice sang.
"Hey Gabby," Spike smiled, turning around to see the said girl herself. "Did you sleep well?"
"Sure did!" The girl smiled. "Another day and I'm full of pep, I always say!"
"You're always full of pep."
"Exactly! Now let's get ourselves full with breakfast!" With that, both Spike and Gabby went into the kitchen to select their foods, ranging from the usual waffles to oatmeals, before heading out into the cafeteria to find a table to eat at.
"Hey Spike! Gabby! Over here!" Pinkie Pie called out, waving her hands for the two to come over to a table where their friends were waiting — the Five Guys included.
Gabby was the first to comply, before she stopped, when she noticed that Spike looked rather hesitant.
“Well Spike? You coming?” Gabby asked.
Spike looked up, remembering the way he reacted yesterday, and the day before that, with the girls.
“Sorry Gabby. I kinda... spaced out for a moment,” He said.
Gabby, however, knew Spike all too well, “You’re worries about another headache, aren’t you?” She asked, to which Spike nodded. “I’m sure they didn’t meant anything to cause it. They didn’t know.”
“I’m not blaming them or anything,” Spike reassured. “I just don’t... remember...”
“I know, Spike. I know,” Gabby replied. “But let’s just at least hear them out.”
Unable to argue with that reasoning, Spike nodded as he shrugged, “Here’s hoping.”
With that, the two walked over towards the table, where they met up with the others.
“Good morning, everyone!” Gabby greeted, as she and Spike took their seat. “How are you all?”
“Super-duper excited for another day here at Phoenix Academy!” Pinkie chirped happily.
“As always,” Applejack grinned, before she looked at Spike, “So, Spike... anything coming back to ya yet?”
In response, Spike shook his head, “Still nothing,” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, darling,” Rarity shook her head. “We’re the ones who are sorry. We shouldn’t have put so much stress on you like that.”
“It was wrong for us to try and force you to remember again, all at once,” Twilight frowned sadly. “So last night, we were... I mean, do you think you could... I mean if we could start over?” She asked. “You don’t have to try and remember again. But can we at least still be friends?”
Spike pondered for a moment, before he turned to his guys, seeing them nodding in agreement. Then he turned to Gabby, who smiled ever so brightly. The green haired boy turned to look at the anxious girls before him.
Though there were still some unanswered questions, with the answers hidden in his cloudy past, Spike can’t deny the fact that these girls are a friendly bunch.
With a shrug, he agreed, “This is what the program’s all about, isn’t it?” He asked rhetorically. “Friends?”
“Friends!” The girls said happily, as they and Spike exchanged handshakes.
After the mutual love have been made, Spike was the first to ask, “So what classes are you having today?”
First Period - Art Class
For first period, Spike and four of his forgotten girl friends have art class.
Their art teacher is a man named Mr. Salvador.
A/N:
"I don't know the name for this background character, nor was there an EQG counterpart of him, so bear with me. I named him after the famous 20thcentury artist, Jackson Pollock.
Update 1: I’ve been corrected and it’s been confirmed that the character was modeled after the famous artist, Salvador Dali.
In appearance, Mr. Salvador dresses in a red mulberry suit with tan dress pants, with a purple dress shirt with yellow polka dots beneath his suit, with a violet neck tie tied around his collar. His hair is neatly combed back like a respectful gentleman, while sporting an outrageously long thin mustache that curls up at the end.
"Okay, ladies," The teacher spoke up as he started the class. "With this being your second day at Phoenix Academy, I ask that you mingle with the boys, and I specifically ask that you gentlemen treat our guests right, as you all work together on your artworks together by the end of this month. So let's make some art!"
With that, the class begins with the students sketching out some ideas that they were eager to draw on the canvas. Spike was at his table, writing out some potential ideas of what he could draw in his sketchbook.
So far, the first things that came to his minds ranged from: a dragon guarding its treasure hoard, ninjas, superheroes (specifically the super girl types), and sexy romantic monster-themed girls like that out of a Japanese manga/anime harem genre.
While Spike was sketching out his ideas, he suddenly got carried away and finds himself in his own little world, as he started to sing:
Rosario + Vampire - Discotheque
CHU-RU CHU-RU CHU-RU PA-YA-PA
DISCO LADY, DISCO LADY, DEEP EMOTION, DEEP EMOTION
(Spike started to drum his table with his pencil and hand, as he continues to sing a few more lyrics, in JAPANESE!)
SWEETIE DARLIN' odorimashou hajikeru BEAUTY LADY
umare kawatte amai yume sotto irodoritai no
(SWEETIE DARLING, let's dance groovy popping
Bursting outward BEAUTY LADY
I wanna live again and
softly repaint this groovy, hyper, sweet disco dream)
"Spike? Are you alright?" A quiet voice asked, snapping him out of his singing trance.
"WHOA-HO!" The boy yelped, nearly falling out of his chair, flapping his hands rapidly into a karate stance.
"Oh! Sorry, did I scare you?" Spike turned his head to see that sitting next to him was Wallflower Blush, back in her dirt brown sweater and long jeans.
"Oh yeah, I'm alright," Spike blushed, as he regains his composure.
"Though, from the looks of it, you seemed to be really into it," Another voice smirked, to which Spike looked to see he and Wallflower were sharing the table with Trixie and two more girls from Twilight's group.
The first girl is the fiery red-yellow head, while the second girl is the one who wears her star beanie, and carries with her the potted plant named Phyllis.
All four girls were giggling at Spike for his earlier antic, with the boy blushing a shade of red, which further brightens up when Trixie came up to him, with a flirty look, "So, whatcha singing about?" She asked teasingly. "Is it about us girls?"
"Uh, more ore less," Spike stammered, wanting to get out of the awkward moment, as he turned his attention to the other two girls. "So... who're you gals again?"
The fiery headed girl ceased her giggling as she looked rather hesitant to answer, "She's called Yūma," Trixie answered on behalf of the girl. "Which means 'sunset' in Japanese, so we call her Sunset Shimmer. And this is Sarah Bellum. But her dad likes to call her 'Chipmunk Cheek' when he's not referring to her as 'Pumpkin Wumpkin.'"
"TRIXIE!" Sarah blushed furiously, while Spike struggled to stifle his laugh with Wallflower and Sunset giggling in amusement. "Only my dad calls me those embarrassing names," The girl began, as she calmly strokes Phyllis, "My friends call me Starlight Glimmer."
"Oh, nice to meet you both," Spike smiled as he exchanges handshakes with the two girls. "Now that we're all acquainted, any ideas on what we should do together for this class?"
Wallflower was about to speak up, only for Trixie to beat her to it, "What about a painting of yours truly?" She suggested, pointing to herself.
"This is a co-ed school project, Trixie. Not a promotional work for your magic career," Starlight reminded. "I'm thinking maybe we could do a drawing of a phoenix and an alicorn together, in outer space, with the stars, planets, and galaxies around them."
Wallflower was about to speak up, but was once again interrupted when Sunset Shimmer spoke, "The phoenix and the alicorn sounds nice, but in outer space? I don't mean to stifle your creativity, but it sounds almost like we're trying to clash fantasy with Sci-fi."
"Good point," Starlight muttered.
While the three girls continue to converse with each other, Spike felt a tug on his sleeve, to which he turned to look at Wallflower Blush, "Hey Spike?" The girl began. "I was thinking of maybe...well, this," She reached into her pocket and pulls out a folded paper, which she unfolds to reveal pencil drawing with significant details.
Drawn on the paper is what appeared to be a landscape with large mountains on the horizon, surrounding a large lake of clear water that reflects the clouds and the sun, tall pine trees that covered much of the land in the distance, and from Spike's point of view, it looked as if he was standing amidst a field of flowers – all different kinds. On the bottom right corner is a name signed "Fiona Bloom."
"Whoa!" Spike said, finding himself mesmerized by such a beautiful drawing. "Did you drew this?"
The girl blushed lightly as she looked to the side, "Well, I had some help," She said quietly, "It's actually one of yours..." She muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Spike asked.
"Uh, nothing!" Wallflower waved her hands in reassurance. "I was just wondering if we could use this drawing for inspiration. Maybe make it into a bigger work of art? I don't know. What do you think?"
Spike looked at the girl, before turning his attention back at the drawing in his hand. The landscape screams beauty if not paradise, and there's something both whimsical and romantic that Spike couldn't quite put his finger on about the drawing. For some reason, he was almost certain he could jump into the drawing at that very moment and feel more at home within its promising landscape of a fantasy paradise.
Sunset Shimmer was listening in on a discussion between Starlight and Trixie, when she looked and noticed how Spike was lost in Wallflower's drawing. She went over to the two, wanting to see what they're looking at, "Hey! What're you looking at?" She greeted, startling the two of them.
"Oh, we're just looking at this incredible drawing that Wallflower did," Spike replied, while showing the girl the said drawing.
"Whoa!" Sunset exclaimed, as she took a look at the drawing, "Hey Fiona? You actually made this?" In response, Wallflower looked to the side for a brief moment, before she looked up and just nodded. "Really? Huh, I always thought of you as a gardener, not an artist," Sunset smiled, complimenting the wallflower girl. "You're full of surprises, you know?"
"What's going on?" Starlight asked, as she and Trixie crowded around to see what all the fuss was about. Needless to say, they were just as shock at the drawing that Wallflower had presented.
Before long, Spike and his four partners were already making sketch lines on a large canvas as they eagerly went to work on turning the drawing into a spectacular masterpiece. Wallflower Blush was already making the flowers, while Sunset added a beautiful sunflower.
"Wow, that's a nice sunflower you've got there, Sunset," Spike complimented.
"Aw, thank you, Spike," Sunset smiled. "Sunflowers always make me feel really happy."
"You don't say," The boy nodded in acknowledgement.
"Go figure," Wallflower muttered, which didn't go unnoticed for Sunset.
"Says you," Starlight Glimmer smirked, while she drew a philodendron plant, similar to the one she's carrying. "Nothing makes me happier than to be with my little Phyllis. She always does spruce things up for me on a dull day."
"Ugh, really Starlight?" Trixie rolled her eyes, while she draws the clouds. "You need to go out more. Potted plants scream desperations."
"To each her own, Trixie," The girl huffed in response. "To each her own."
"I honestly think she's kinda pretty," Wallflower voiced her opinion, as she went over to stroke Phyllis. "And she's looking greener than usual today."
"Thank you, Wallflower!" Starlight smiled, before she turns and stuck her tongue out at Trixie.
While the conversation was going on, Sunset turned to look at Spike and smiled sadly when she saw how much he was enjoying, watching the girls bonding, while also enjoying Wallflower's drawing.
After art class was done, Spike was heading off for his second class of the day, when Sunset Shimmer caught up to him.
"Spike! Wait up!" She said as she ran up to his side. "Your next class is the Woodwork, right?"
"Yeah," He confirmed. "Why?"
"Because that's where I'm heading to next," Sunset answered, before she asked, "So, can we walk together there?"
Spike looked up at the girl, then back down at her hand she was offering. The look she was giving him was both out of genuine care, yet it looked as if there's some sort of desperation to it, as if she wanted for him to accept her off. As if she could sense his uncertainty, Sunset smiled widely, but still rather nervously, as if pleading for Spike to take her hand.
"Eh, why not?" Spike shrugged, as both he and Sunset walked together to their next class.
On the way, Sunset decided to strike up conversation, "She really likes you, you know?"
"Who?"
"Her, Wallflower. I haven't seen her that happy in a long time," Sunset smiled. "You seem to bring out the best of her from the inside."
"Aw, it was nothin'," Spike blushed. "I mean, granted she was a little...a little..."
"Awkward?"
"Timid," Sunset nodded in agreement as Spike continued, "But hey, she's not so bad. She just needed to feel more welcome here, as all of you lovely ladies here at Phoenix Academy."
Sunset couldn't help but giggle, "Of course," She smiled. "You're a real gentleman, Spike."
"I aim to please." Spike looked to Sunset and caught her smiling happily at him, though she quickly turned away and Spike thought he saw a faint blush on her face.
Not wanting her to feel anymore awkward, he looked away for the rest of their walk to class. As for Sunset, she felt rather conflicted than awkward. She would often sneak a few glances at Spike, hoping and pleading to herself that this was for real and that the boy she was walking with isn't a dream, for fear that she would wake up to find he wasn't there. She softly stroked her fingers across his, caressing gently to the warmth of his hands to reassure herself that he is indeed real and very much alive.