It was the afternoon. School had recently let out, allowing the students to return home for the weekend. All were looking forward to something. But, one person couldn't exactly focus on that at the moment.
Junior was standing at his closet, going through his clothes and jackets. He began to try on the clothes, while others lied on the bed as furniture drawers hung open. The boy gave a heavy sigh as he tossed the clothes aside.
"Great. I still need to replace clothes," said Junior. While at the moment he stopped growing at the height of six foot six, Junior still had the problem of growing out of some of his clothes. He needed new pants, some shirts, and possibly a spare hoodie. Junior began to pack away the clothes that no longer fit him and stuffed them into a trash bag. He left his room and began to make his way to the living room, lugging two large garbage bags.
"Junior? What are you doing?" Miwa turned from her spot on the sofa, noticing the boy.
"These clothes don't fit anymore. I'm just gonna go drop them off at one of those goodwill bins or something. Then I'm probably gonna do some window shopping for new clothes," said Junior.
"Alright. Text me every now and then, OK. Be careful!" said Miwa.
"Sure. See you, ma," said Junior as he left the house.
The boy began to leave his neighborhood. While he rather just laze about, he knew that he had to be responsible. After all, it'd be bad if he wasn't able to sort out what fit and what didn't. He had to make sure that he had enough clothes to get him through a week.
Junior soon came across the shopping district in town. Cars passed by on the road. Citizens crossed the streets or walked the sidewalks. Bells jingled from the doors of establishments opening. Already, Junior felt himself exhausted. He shook it off and proceeded to make himself to the local 'Goodwill' bin. He walked up to the large blue metallic bin and opened up the chute.
"Well, hopefully you guys will last longer on someone else," said Junior as he tossed the bags inside of the bin. He closed the bin and began to walk off.
"Now to window shop," said Junior. He was about to walk off but noticed someone to be walking by. He heard a young lady to be straining as she carried stacks of boxes, as paper bags hung by her arms via straps. She whimpered as she struggled to carry these items.
"Oh boy," said Junior as he made his way to the girl.
"Ah!" the girl yelped as she tripped over a piece of concrete that stuck out. Junior quickly caught her from the front, holding her shoulders as his crouched with the girl, keeping the boxes from falling over. It also helped that his body was large enough to cushion them on impact.
"Are you alright?" asked Junior as he stood with the girl.
"Yes. Thank you! You're a life saver!" said the girl as she peeked from behind the boxes. Junior found a familiar teen girl, with peachy clear skin, with some make up covering her face. Her indigo hair hung from her shoulders as her long eye lashes batted. Her deep blue eyes widened in alarm.
"G-G-Gojira!" cried the girl.
"Oh. You're one of Twilight's and Fluttershy's friends. Rarity, wasn't it?" asked Junior as the girl pulled away, slightly stumbling.
"Um... Y-Yes. Wh-What uh... What brings you here?" asked Rarity with a titter.
"Oh. I was just dumping some old clothes into that bin," said Junior, pointing to the donation bin.
"Is that so?" asked Rarity in surprise.
"Yep."
"Heh. Well, not everyone donates their old clothes. Some people just toss them out," said Rarity.
"What a waste," said Junior, shrugging.
"Oh I do agree," said Rarity. There was an awkward silence between the two. Nothing but the sound of cars and the wind blowing filled the air.
"Sooooo... I should be going. Thank you," said Rarity as she began to skittishly walk off.
"Hey uh..." Junior called, prompting the girl to stop in her tracks.
"That looks heavy. Need some help?" asked Junior.
"No need to trouble yourself! I got it!" said Rarity as she stood. Junior noticed that the girl's legs trembled. He heard small whimpers escape from her as she kept her back facing him.
"On second thought... Might I trouble you?" asked Rarity, turning back with a weak smile.
"Sure." said Junior as he took the boxes from the girl's arms. Rarity sighed in relief as the weight was taken off of her arms.
"Thank you, dear," said Rarity.
"No problem. Where to?" asked Junior.
"Follow me. We have to get these supplies to my part time job," said Rarity as she walked ahead, a more graceful stride in her step. Junior merely followed, carrying the boxes with ease.
"Where do you work?" asked Junior.
"I work at a quaint little clothing store. But our employer has dreams of making it more than that," said Rarity.
"That explains the outfit," said Junior. He took notice of Rarity's appearance. She was dressed in a light blue blouse with a dark skirt, which exposed her long legs, clad in dark tights. How firm and shapely they looked, as the light reflected off of the fabric, as hints of her skin tone was exposed under.
'Damn it! You're staring again! Stop it before one day some girl screams sexual harassment!' thought Junior, his eyes shooting forward as his face flushed.
"Oh yes. Our store has standards of how we present ourselves!" said Rarity.
"Hmm." Junior nodded. Rarity glanced at the boy during their walk. She appeared hesitant. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, she quickly fell silent. Whether it was out of awkwardness or fear, Junior wasn't sure. But he could feel her eyes falling onto him every now and then.
"Did you want to say something?" asked Junior.
"Well I just- Ahem." Rarity cleared her throat.
'Man, I haven't even glared at her and she still can barely get the words out,' thought Junior. He knew that he tended to have that effect of people with his presence making them nervous and unable to speak. Junior thought he'd easily rule a tribe if everyone still lived a more primitive life style.
"How are you adjusting to the Friendship Club?" asked Rarity.
"Oh that? It's alright, I guess. I was actually supposed to go in today but I decided to come home early," said Junior.
"I see. Are you getting along with the others?" asked Rarity, her tone a bit more casual.
"I think so. Sunset's been helping me with some math. Fluttershy, well she's nice as always. Erika, I can't say since we don't really talk," said Junior.
"And what about Mosura and Twilight?" asked Rarity, curiously.
"Let me think. Both are friendly, I guess?" said Junior, though Twilight seemed like she was more on a crusade on getting him to interact more with the other kids. Recently, she even went as far as to mention talking to her other friends once in a while or help around. Just what the boy needed. More chores.
"Well, that's good to hear," said Rarity, a smile growing on her face. She then perked up.
"Ah! Here we are!" said Rarity as she made her way to an establishment and opened the door. She allowed Junior to walk through, as he carried the boxes inside.
"Come with me to the back!" said Rarity as she led the boy into the store. He passed some mannequins that were dressed in clothes on display. Eventually, he made his way to a back room, where he set down the boxes as Rarity set down the bags. She smiled graciously at Junior.
"I can't thank you enough for sparing your time to help me," said Rarity.
"Sure thing. I was just gonna window shop anyway," said Junior as he turned to walk.
"Wait, window shop?" asked Rarity, her tone turning to interest.
"Yeah. I threw out a lot of old clothes. I need to replace some of them. In case you haven't noticed, it's not easy being my size," said Junior, tugging at his hoodie.
"Um... Perhaps I could help," said Rarity. Junior raised a brow at her. He noticed Rarity appeared to be struggling to compose herself. But instead of nervousness, she appeared giddy.
"Don't you have work to do?" asked Junior.
"Oh, that's right," said Rarity, pouting. The lights suddenly flickered and went off. The entire building went dark.
"Agh! Come on!" a voice groaned from outside of the back room. Junior and Rarity stepped out of the room, finding the other employees to be gathered as the manager stood behind a counter in annoyance.
"Alright, looks like there's trouble. Someone hit a power pole and that's causing a power outage on our block," said an employee as she looked through her phone.
"Oh, boy. Alright, ladies. Let's call it a day. Clean up and we'll lock up," said the manager. Rarity merely turned to Junior with a smile.
"I think my schedule just opened. I happen to know a few establishments outside of this block that may still have power," said Rarity. Junior bore a reluctant look, but he recalled Twilight urging him to make an effort to interact with others. He thought it wouldn't be too much trouble to let Rarity tag along. She may know some good deals after all. This way, Junior could kill two birds with one stone.
"OK," said Junior. Rarity squealed in delight.
"Wonderful! Wait out front and I'll meet you soon!" said Rarity as she rushed to the back. Junior held his hands in his sweater pockets as he left the establishment.
Later, Rarity stepped out of the establishment along with her fellow employees and manager. The women bid each other farewell. Rarity rushed to Junior's side, a bright smile on her face.
"Ready to go?" asked Rarity.
"Mm." Junior nodded in response. The girl giggled as she took his arm, causing him to blush.
"Wha-"
"Let's be on our way~!" sang Rarity as she towed the boy along. Junior followed as he felt his heart race. This was no way for strangers, let alone acquaintances, to act. He could pick up the perfume that she wore over herself. He felt the warmth of her arm wrapped around his own as she led him along. It was driving him crazy.
"So what exactly are you looking for?" asked Rarity.
"J-Just some pants and shirts. Maybe a spare hoodie," said Junior. He wondered if this girl was a little too excited over this.
"Alright! Let's stop here!" said Rarity as she led Junior into a room. Junior found himself in a large store. There were sections divided based on gender and age.
"Huh. This might work," said Junior as Rarity hauled him over to the male section.
"Oh! How about this turtle neck? It's great for winter. Just feel the texture!" said Rarity as she showed Junior a dark turtle neck sweater.
"Eh... It's nice but it's not really my thing," said Junior. He then glanced at the price tag.
'It's also over my budget,' thought Junior.
"Ooh! Maybe this!" said Rarity as she held out a wool sweater to Junior. She then went after the other items that caught her eye. The boy grimaced as he looked at the turtle neck he held.
"Uh... Rarity-" Junior was suddenly handed more clothes.
"Hmm." Rarity held up a dressy casual men's sweater. She squinted as she envisioned Junior wearing it as she held it up to him.
"Maybe if you had a haircut, it'd look better," said Rarity with a pondering look. Junior merely looked up to his unkempt hair as Rarity handed him the sweater.
"A hoodie would suffice too..." said Junior.
"Nonsense! You ought to make yourself look presentable!" said Rarity as she ran about the store, snatching up different clothes.
"That's a nice way of saying someone looks trashy," said Junior to himself. As Rarity gathered more clothes, she began to usher the boy over to the changing room.
"Now you try those on and we'll see how they look!" said Rarity.
"This seems a bit excessive," said Junior as he set the clothes down.
"Clothing is like an extension of its wearer! How you present yourself to the world shows what sort of person you are!" said Rarity as Junior shuffled from within the changing room. Removing his current clothes and replacing them with one of the outfits.
"Why are these jeans so tight?" asked Junior with a grunt.
"It's style darling! Skinny jeans are in!" said Rarity.
"What man would want to wear something like this? It's very uncomfortable. Especially in the crotch," said Junior, though that last statement was under his breath.
"Are you ready?" asked Rarity.
"Yeah." Junior stepped out of the room. He revealed himself to be in a pair of skinny jeans, with a dressy casual sweater. He bore a look of discomfort as he stood. Rarity hummed as she analyzed the boy from front to back.
"Something is still not right," said Rarity as she squinted. Junior began to grow annoyed as the girl kept analyzing him. He felt like he was losing blood flow in his nether region and legs.
"Would you mind crouching down a bit for me?" asked Rarity with a sweet smile. Junior did as requested. The girl licked her fingers and began to run her hand over his hair. Junior grimaced as she attempted to 'comb' his hair. She hummed as she analyzed him again, as Junior scowled.
"Could you soften your expression?" asked Rarity. Junior sighed as he relaxed his face. The girl smiled brightly.
"I knew it! Let's hold onto that outfit! Get changed!" said Rarity. Junior sighed in annoyance as he ruffled his own hair. Rarity pouted with an annoyed huff.
Moments later, Junior emerged with a collar long sleeved shirt and a pair of khakis. Rarity gestured for him to crouch. Junior sighed heavily as he complied, allowing the girl to fix up his hair again.
"There! Now don't you look handsome?" asked Rarity. Junior looked to himself in the mirror, scowling.
"I just needed shirts and pants. I'm not applying for a desk job," said Junior.
"Bah! Where's the fun of that? Under that unkempt, slouching appearance, there's a handsome boy!" said Rarity as she adjusted Junior's collar.
"Do I slouch?" asked Junior
"Indeed! You look like a sad giant that's being weighed down by years of disappointment," said Rarity as she continued to look over Junior from every angle that she could. He had a form that she wanted to work with in her hobby of fashion. He wasn't incredibly fit, but he had muscle and a form that showed a healthy body. Not to mention that he was quite tall.
"That's... Never mind," said Junior. He was almost scared by that statement she made. There was an element to truth in it.
"Back in there! We still have a lot of clothes to go through!" said Rarity, grinning. Junior returned to the small room and began to change.
"Rarity, I think we're over doing it," said Junior. Rarity bore a confused look.
"Whatever do you mean?" asked Rarity.
"It's just... All I need are few simple things. I have my sizes and I know what I want. But you're having me try on outfits that I don't need. I'm not even interested in them," said Junior.
"But they looked so good on you so far! What could you possibly want more?" asked Rarity in disbelief.
"Just simple shirts and loose fitting pants! I don't need all of this crap!" said Junior. Rarity gave an appalled gasp.
"Crap?! Why, I never!" Rarity exclaimed.
"Whoa, you're taking that a lot more personal than I thought," said Junior warily.
"I am appalled! I'm distraught! I'm... I'm..." Rarity held her head as she felt like the world was flipped upside down.
"You're being dramatic. All I said was that I didn't need all of these," said Junior as he emerged, dressed in his normal clothes. Rarity gave an offended huff.
"Dramatic? Mister, you haven't seen dramatic!" said Rarity.
"Look, I appreciate you helping me with this. But I think we're working on totally different wave lengths," said Junior. He gestured to the clothes that hung from hangers.
"I mean look at this. What the hell am I gonna do with a turtle neck? And look at these sweaters! They make me look like some city dwelling star bucks guzzler," said Junior. Rarity gave him an odd look.
"It makes me feel effeminate," said Junior.
"Effeminate? This is fashion! Men do it all the time!" said Rarity.
"To be honest, Rarity. I think guys that are obsessed with clothes and appearances the way women can be are either gay or they're low in the Testosterone department, if you catch my drift. I'm neither of those," said Junior.
"But..." Rarity bore a disheartened look. "What's wrong with looking nice? Amplifying the natural appearance of the human body through fashion?"
'Oh great, now I'm starting to feel bad,' thought Junior. He didn't mean to hurt the girl's feelings. He just didn't want to keep putting on clothes that he wasn't even interested in. He couldn't leave things this way. Since she was Twilight's friend, he may not hear the end of it from her.
"Look, there's nothing wrong with that. It might work for some people. But I'm a simple guy," said Junior.
"You see, you're into style and trendiness. I'm not. I like to wear clothes that are comfortable and functional. I don't need any extra accessories or to look good. I just need something that will cover myself and to get me through the day in the cold," said Junior.
"Oh. So you're more practical. Like Twilight," said Rarity, raising her head.
"I guess." Junior shrugged. Rarity looked to the clothes in thought. All this time, she was only thinking about how she wanted to shape this boy. She projected her own vision on him and tried to pass on what she liked, rather than allowing him to get what he actually needs. Rarity sighed.
"You may have a point. I apologize," said Rarity.
"It's fine. It's good that you have passion for what you do. It's admirable, actually," said Junior. Rarity softly smiled. The two took the other clothes and proceeded to put them away. During this, Rarity looked through more casual clothing. Instead of forcing them on the boy, she allowed Junior approve or disapprove what they came across. They managed to come across some shirts and pants. Junior soon entered the dressing room. Rarity waited patiently as he got changed.
Once Junior emerged, she found him sporting a white shirt with lighter grey jeans. One by one, Junior tried on the different clothes that they had gathered, even some of the jackets and hoodies that they came across.
While Junior had made a big deal out not caring about appearances, Rarity was relieved to know that he somewhat cared a bit about his appearance. The clothes he was sporting were matching and had attention to how the lighter colors meshed with the darker ones. The more she watched, the more appreciation that she had with his simplicity. It had a certain charm to him.
As Junior bundled himself with one of the hoodies, Rarity analyzed his look. His dark and loose clothes and bundling hoodie set an impression to Rarity. The clothes reflected his composure and his reservation. The dark colors and the way the thick hoodies covered the boy almost gave a sense of solitude. There was something 'cool' about it. At least that's what Rarity thought Rainbow would say. It wasn't something that she personally liked, but she came to appreciate Junior's thoughts as he demonstrated to her.
"I think that's it," said Junior before returning to the dressing room. He had soon changed back into his normal clothes with a sigh.
"Alright." Junior drew out his phone as he began to take pictures of the clothes that he found suitable.
"What are you doing?" asked Rarity in confusion.
"I'm keeping track of the clothes for when I come back," said Junior. "I said i was only window shopping."
"Oh, right ." said Rarity. She watched as the boy returned the clothes back to where they had found them. The two eventually made their way outside of the store.
"Thanks for the help. Sorry if I stepped on your toes earlier," said Junior as he scratched his head. Rarity merely gave a warm smile.
"No, it's quite alright. I admit that I can get carried away sometimes. I'm just happy to have been of help in the end," said Rarity.
"Well... Bye." Junior turned to leave. He wasn't sure if that was a good way of parting ways. But he felt that saying "see you later" was too familiar.
"See you later!" Rarity called. Junior felt his heart jumped in his chest. He turned with a tinge of red on his cheeks, as Rarity waved to him with a kind smile. Junior couldn't help but smile back. With a nod, he continued on his way.
Later that evening, Junior sighed as he slouched on the sofa. Already, he was kicked into his lazy mode for the weekend. He sat next to his mother as they stared at the television screen.
"Ah, look at that idiot," said Junior.
"Yeah, he's gonna get it," said Miwa, nodding. There was a sudden gun shot from the screen, along with the thud of a body dropping.
"Ugh, finally. That guy was the worse character in the show," said Junior.
"I'm surprised he lasted this long with all of the dumb things he did," said Miwa. There was a sudden knock at the door. Junior and Miwa turned as the knocks were heard.
"Who could that be?" asked Miwa. Junior sighed as he got up.
"It better not be Jehova witnesses. Last time those guys talked off our ears for five minutes," said Junior.
"This late? It could also be an insurance sales man," said Miwa.
"Like we can afford any," said Junior as he opened the door. He bore a look of surprise.
"Rarity?" Junior cocked a brow. The girl bore a friendly smile as she carried a bag.
"Good evening!" said Rarity.
"What are you doing here? How'd you even find my address?" asked Junior, as Miwa was peeking from behind the sofa. Her eyes wide.
"I recalled Fluttershy mentioning that you two lived next door to each other. I thought I'd simply knock on every house around her own. I was lucky to not have to do that," said Rarity with a giggle. She held up the bag to Junior.
"I came to drop this off," said Rarity.
"What is it?" asked Junior.
"It's those clothes that you wanted," said Rarity. Junior's expression softened. He felt queezy as he stared at the bag.
"Why would- There wasn't any need for you to do that," said Junior. His low trust nature was beginning to kick in. He wondered why this girl, who was basically a stranger, went out of her way to give him these clothes.
"Do I really need a reason to? I just felt like it," said Rarity with a shrug. Junior grimaced, not satisfied with the answer.
"I'll pay you back. I promise," said Junior. Rarity shook her head.
"No, sir! I will not accept any money for this! You'll just have to keep them!" exclaimed the girl, holding her head high as she handed Junior the bag. Still, the boy couldn't fathom this. No one has ever been generous to him before. It was foreign to the point that he was uncomfortable. It may seem silly but there was conflict in the teen.
"I guess I'll accept it. But I don't feel right about it," said Junior, looking away. Rarity tilted her head with an inquisitive hum. She didn't understand his reluctance. Then, an idea came to mind.
"Well, if you really want to, then I suppose we can work something out," said Rarity.
"Sure, just name it," said Junior with a nod. Rarity suddenly smirked.
"You have to be my model for a day!" said Rarity.
"Huh?" Junior slumped his shoulders.
"You have physique that would be a worthy challenge for my sewing skills! This weekend, you have to model for me!" said Rarity. Junior grimaced. He couldn't back out now. Not after making a big deal about handouts. So, he swallowed his pride.
"Alright, you have a deal," said Junior. Rarity grinned in response.
"Excellent! May I have your number, darling?" asked Rarity as she drew out her phone.
"S-Sure."
Rarity handed the boy her phone, allowing him to log in his phone number. He handed the phone back, allowing Rarity to type away at her screen. In just moments, Junior felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He drew it out and found a text that read as follows:
"This is my address. Don’t be late~!"
The message ended with a heart emoji, as a street address was documented below. Junior grunted as his face flushed again.
"See you tomorrow!" said Rarity as she walked off.
"Yeah. See ya..." said Junior as he watched the girl leave. He closed the door and turned to find his mother grinning at him.
"Darling?" snickered Miwa.
"It's nothing, mom. She calls everyone, 'darling'," said Junior as he set the bag down.
"But who was that? She seemed pretty friendly," said Miwa in a teasing tone.
"She's just a girl from school. One of Fluttershy's friends. I barely even know her," said Junior.
"Yet you're going over to her house. I didn't know you were popular with the girls!" said Miwa.
"I'm going to bed!" said Junior in exasperation, taking the bag with. He set it down by his bed as he took a seat. He took a glance at the bag and softly smiled.
It was morning. Junior was strolling through an unfamiliar neighborhood. It was much nicer compared to the one that he lived in. Yards were well taken care of, with some metallic and wooden fences protecting the yards. There were even some nice cars that were parked in the driveways. Nothing hyper expensive but much appealing looking in appearance compared to some of the older and used cars that he's seen in his neighborhood.
Junior made it to a house that was two stories high. It was rather squared, with a sloped roof. The windows were clean and reflected the sun's light.
"Looks like this is it."
Junior made his way to the front porch of the house. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently. After a few moments, he rang again. The teen gave an annoyed sigh as he crossed his arms, growing impatient by the minute. He noticed a head to be peeping from the small windows on the upper half of the door. As soon as he made eye contact, the head quickly dipped out of sight.
"I know she isn't standing me up," said Junior in annoyance, proceeding to ring the doorbell again. The door suddenly clicked and opened. The boy stepped back as it opened, revealing a young girl.
The child looked to be around 8 years old. She bore curly hair, which was a grayish mulberry. Light rose highlights ran through her locks. She had large eyes and rosy cheeks, and wore a gray frilled dress. The child craned her head back, her eyes wide once she took in Junior's stature. The boy gave a weak attempt at a friendly smile to be less intimidating.
"Hello there. Is Rarity home?" asked Junior.
"Sis..." the girl called, eyeing Junior. There was the sound of footsteps descending. Rarity made her way to the front door, her hair a bit frazzled as she sported a pair of red glasses.
"Gojira! Glad you could make it!" said Rarity.
"Hey." Junior nodded. The girl invited him in. From inside the house, it was well organized and neat.
"Um... Rarity. I wanted to know if it was alright if Scootaloo and Applebloom could come over," said the girl, still eyeing Junior.
"Well, as long as you three can behave yourselves while I'm working, then I suppose," said Rarity. The girl nodded with a smile, before darting off from the room.
"Younger sibling?" asked Junior.
"Yes, my little sister. Sweetie Belle," answered Rarity.
"Seems nice to have a sibling," said Junior.
"Pfft. Sometimes it's not," said Rarity with a giggle.
"Oh." Junior bore a surprised look.
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just that sometimes, younger siblings can drive you a little crazy," tittered Rarity
"I see." Junior nodded in understanding.
"Anyway. Please, come with me!" said Rarity as she motioned Junior to follow. She began to ascend up the stairs. Junior gulped as she climbed up, leading him deeper into this house. He grew more nervous once she motioned him to follow her to a room.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." Junior said to himself. It didn't seem appropriate for a random guy to waltz into the home of a girl that he barely knew. Let alone follow her upstairs while her folks are nowhere to be seen.
'No, you're overthinking it, Junior. Don't be stupid. This isn't some hook up. This is the kind unchecked imagination that led to your disappointment with Sunset.' Junior mentally berated himself. He wasn't going to allow himself to fall for something like that again. He only deceived himself with fantasies before. Now he knew better.
Junior found himself following Rarity into a large room. His eyes widened as he found it in such a mess. There were drawers that hung open, supplies from fabrics, threads, and other items to be littered at different parts of the room. There was even a couple mannequins that sat in the corner of the room, near a full body mirror.
"What a mess." Junior suddenly spoke.
"It's not a mess. It's controlled chaos, darling," said Rarity as she made her way to a littered desk.
"That's a contradiction," said Junior as he looked around warily.
"Never mind that!" said Rarity as she took a tape measure. "Would you mind removing your hoodie?"
Junior did as requested. He hung it on a chair, allowing Rarity to measure the boy. While she managed to measure his legs, arms, she wasn't able to get his height. She took a stool and stood on it, measuring the boy from head to toe.
"Alright. Now, I need you to step over here," said Rarity as she guided the boy to the middle of the room. Junior stood in silence as Rarity gathered up formal jacket and began to hold it near the boy. It looked to be missing some sleeves and buttons.
"You made this from scratch?" asked Junior in surprise.
"Indeed. It's coming along slow since I want to find a figure that could challenge my skills more," said Rarity as she had Junior wear the sleeveless jacket.
"How does that feel?" asked Rarity.
"Comfortable, actually. Though it's a little tight," said Junior.
"Alright, let me see," said Rarity as Junior gave her back the jacket. Rarity spent the next hour reworking the rough jacket. She made efforts to make it a bigger size, while attaching the new made sleeves, which kept Junior's measurements in mind. During this, Junior just sat and fiddled with his phone.
"Alright, try it now," said Rarity as she presented the jacket. Junior once again took the jacket and placed it on. His arms slipped through the sleeves with ease. Rarity bore a pleased look.
"Nailed it!" said Rarity with a grin.
"Hm. I'm not much of a suit guy, but this isn't bad," said Junior as he looked himself over.
"I aim to please. Though I'm still not satisfied," said Rarity with a squint.
"What else is there?" asked Junior. He flinched as Rarity stepped up to him, brushing her fingers at his hair.
"I really want to cut your hair," said Rarity, growing annoyed.
"Ugh. Again with the hair?" asked Junior in exasperation.
"Just a trim! I think you'll like the results!" said Rarity. Junior looked to himself in the mirror. He stared at the hair upon his head. He had to admit that it was starting to get a bit too long.
"Fine, if it'll get you to stop pestering me about it," said Junior with a sigh. He found himself led to the bathroom. Rarity had him take a seat on a chair that sat was from the corner. She draped a towel over him and set him in front of the mirror. The girl hummed as she angled his head while analyzing him.
"You've done this before, right?" asked Junior, growing reluctant.
"You insult me darling," said Rarity, smirking as she drew out a pair of scissors. She began to hold Junior's head in place as she began to snip at strands of hair. Junior kept stiff as the girl stood close, feeling her delicate yet precise hand over his head.
"How often do you get your hair cut?" asked Rarity.
"Only when it gets too hot or gets in my face. But i usually just have it trimmed a bit," said Junior.
"Have you ever thought of switching up the style? Instead of leaving it so..." Rarity paused as she attempted to find a tactful description.
"I never change how it looks," answered Junior.
"First time for everything," shrugged Rarity. She continued to snip at the boy's hair. The sound of clipping against hair was almost therapeutic to the ear. Strangely, Junior felt himself growing a bit relaxed during this. However, his heart raced as Rarity was leaning over him, her eyes in his line of sight. She was focused as she carefully snipped the hairs that hung from the boy's hairline.
"Now for the rinse," said Rarity as she had Junior lean over the sink. Warm water began to run, allowing Rarity to rinse the boy off.
"There we are." Rarity set the scissors aside and began to apply hair gel into Junior's hair. She took a comb and then began to comb his hair back. Junior winced at this process, as his hair was pulled on.
"What do you think?" Rarity presented Junior to the mirror, grinning. Junior found his hair to have been shorted a bit, but was also slicked back.
"You did a pretty good job," said Junior. He noticed Rarity had a dissatisfied look.
"It's just hair. That's the biggest compliment out of me," deadpanned Junior. Rarity shook her head in amusement.
"Fair enough," said Rarity. She removed the towel from Junior, allowing him to stand. The boy noticed Rarity leaving the bathroom, only to return moments later with a dust pan and brush.
"Here, let me clean up," said Junior as he held out his hand. Rarity smiled graciously.
"Why, thank you." Rarity passed on the items, allowing Junior to kneel and sweep up the hair that fell to the ground.
"I'll be in the room. Come see me once you've finished," said Rarity. She stole one last glance, holding a pleased smile. As she left, Junior proceeded to gather up the hair that was cut from his head. While he would rather have his hair left alone, it at least saved him a trip to the barber, and a few bucks. Plus his mother wouldn't have to get on his case about it.
Unbeknownst to Junior, three faces peered from a wall down the hall, with a view of the bathroom. Among them was Sweetie Belle. With her was a girl with bright red hair, with a large bow tied into her hair. She sported overalls that bore faint dirt stains. The third girl was more tan compared to the others, bearing unkempt purple hair.
"Him?" whispered the bowed girl, carrying a southern accent.
"Yeah! What do you think?" whispered Sweetie.
"He's not much to look at," said the purple haired girl, raising a brow. Junior winced.
'Damn. Kids have no filter with their words,' thought Junior.
"That ain't nice, Scootaloo. I think he looks fancy. What with that hairdo. No wonder why your sis likes him," whispered the bowed girl. Junior paused as he heard the whispers, his face growing into confusion.
"No way, Applebloom! You should've seen him earlier! He looked like a bad boy!" whispered Sweetie Belle.
"Wow. I never knew your sister was into that kind of guy. I thought she liked those fancy kind of boys," whispered Scootaloo. Junior bit his lip as he suppressed the urge to chuckle.
"Darling! Are you quite finished yet?" called Rarity.
"Oops!" Junior quickly swept up the rest of the hair and dumped it into the trash bin.
"J-Just a second!" called Junior.
"Uh oh!" The girls quickly hid behind the wall, as Junior left the bathroom. He rejoined Rarity, who approached with the suit, which had been tailored further.
"Try it on now!" said Rarity eagerly. Junior went behind a screen that sat in the room and proceeded to get changed. He soon emerged, fully dressed in the suit. Rarity softly gasped as she took in his appearance.
The suit fit Junior's form much better than she thought. While it made him look a bit bigger, it brought out the broadness of his chest and shoulders. To Rarity, Junior had the look of both a primal male fantasy with his stature, yet the refined sophistication of a civilized man with his hair having been combed back. It was like a balance of both traits in one package. Rarity felt her cheeks grow red as she stared.
"Rarity?" called Junior.
"Huh?! Oh! Forgive me, darling. I was just impressed..." said Rarity, clearing her throat.
"Yeah, you have a real talent for this," said Junior as he looked himself over the mirror. He then turned back to the girl.
"Can I change back now?" asked Junior.
"Just one second! I'd like to document this!" said Rarity as she drew her phone out.
"Oh. OK, I guess," said Junior as Rarity began to take a couple pictures.
"Could you do a couple of poses for me?" asked Rarity. Junior grimaced.
Later, Junior had changed back into his normal clothes. He found Rarity looking through her phone with a smile.
"I appreciate your hard work, darling. You're free to return home," said Rarity
"Cool. Glad I could help," said Junior as Rarity escorted him out of the house.
"You know... I may have been wrong about you," said Rarity. Junior looked at her in confusion.
"What do you mean?" asked Junior.
"For as long as I've known about you, I thought you were a big good for nothing ruffian," said Rarity. Junior's expression soured.
"Oh." Junior sighed, though he wasn't really surprised that she'd see him that way.
"But. Now I think you're a ruffian with a gentleman on the inside. Now I see why Fluttershy is able to be around you," said Rarity with a sweet smile. Junior's brows slightly raised.
"Huh. Well... I guess I'll see you around," said Junior as he began to walk off.
"Of course, see you on Monday!" said Rarity as she closed the door. She peeked through the window on the door, watching the boy leave.
"Are you dating?" Rarity turned as she found Sweetie Belle with an incredulous look, as Applebloom and Scootaloo stared curiously.
"Don't be silly! He was just helping me with a project!" tittered Rarity. She then waved her hand.
"Why don't you play? I still have something to do," said Rarity as she left. She entered her bedroom and lied on her bed. She began to open up her contacts and began to tag multiple numbers in a group text. She began to text as she attached one of the pictures of Junior in the suit.
She received multiple responses. Ranging 'LOL', 'Hawt', 'What is this?' Rarity giggled as she began to text her friends.
"He might actually be nice after all," said Rarity.