"Storm Strikes Again!"
"Well, could be worse." Jackson thought to himself. Yet another school news story praising the victory of Jackson Storm at that year's football tournament, having scored 7 of Canterlot Colt's goals, winning them the trophy, he usually would be proud of himself, however Jackson wasn't having the best of weeks.
the previous week had been the infamous "Battle Of The Bands" at Canterlot High, where 3 girls calling themselves "The Dazzlings" had used some form of magic to sway everyone into supporting them, and being enraged with every other person besides, Jackson had been a part of this and wasn't too pleased to learn that he had almost fallen for their cowardly spell, the whole school would have fallen if it was not for Sunset Shimmer and The Rainbooms once again saving the school and quite possibly the world too in the process, they were considered heroes.
before all of this, Jackson was the type of guy who you'd see rolling up to school in an Aston Martin 5 minutes before the day started, swagger to his classes, then not pay attention for the whole day, THEN swagger back to his Aston, and speed off back home. How people considered this "cool", Jackson would never know, but he did enjoy it for while it lasted, then when the 'Magic Equation', as Jackson liked to call it, began, his popularity status shot right down to a guy that was just full of himself.
And quite frankly, Jackson wanted a break.
Fortunately for him, it was a Friday and there were only 10 minutes before school ended for the weekend, "come onnn, come onnnn, the quicker I can get out of here and beat that rain the better off I'll be." Jackson said to himself, he always hated math, he was always thinking it was the bane of his existence, numbers, angles, trigonometry, he hated the lot.
he had almost started to dose off to sleep when suddenly...
*RIIIIINGGGGGGG*
The bell finally rang, and Jackson was relieved, he got straight-up and headed for his locker, thinking of all the films he'd be able to binge this weekend, once he had gathered his things he headed out of school, and began to walk home.
He couldn't explain why, but Jackson really liked the rain, he always felt as if he was more positive when it was raining, like it meant something to him, like it made him who he was, staring at his phone , Jackson had made some good progress towards his house, he was a good halfway there when he bumped into his good friend, Chip Weatherfield.
"Hey Storm! how have you been?" Chip asked, he rarely saw Jackson outside since he himself was an inside guy.
"Hey Chip, honestly I could be better, what with everything that's been going on these last few weeks, I could really hope for someone to give me a break at some point." Jackson responded, he was starting to sound a bit fed up.
"Yeah, I get how you feel man, honestly what you need is either some time to yourself or someone to come along and 'sweep you off your feet', if you get what I mean?" Chip said.
"Trust me Chip, if ANYONE needs a break like that, it's me. I honestly can't be bothered with everyone right now, plus I highly doubt there'd be any single girl who would crave for someone like me, hell, I doubt ANYONE single would crave for me." Jackson said, if he wasn't fed up before, he was now.
"Not everything can usually go our way and you know that Storm." Chip responded, "Oh! Before I forget, I'm having a house warming this Sunday if you want to come along?" Chip asked.
"Y-yeah I may as well, gets me out the house at least, right? Jackson questioned, clearly unsure.
"Yeah! I'll see you there then, see ya around!" Chip said happily, walking off proudly.
"Dear god why did I say yes..." Jackson thought, he never understood peoples need to constantly have the presence of each other when they could send a few texts and maybe a FaceTime to each other, either way, Jackson knew he was going to regret this.
Continuing his walk home, Jackson had time to think to himself, of what he could possibly be doing wrong to make himself feel like this, was it his personality? No, that hadn't changed since he started at Canterlot. Or what about his clothes? He usually wore a hoodie with a striking "S" design, paired with black jeans and high-top trainers, but no one had ever questioned those clothes before, so why now? or maybe it was the fact that he didn't really have any form of relationship or significant other to cherish...Jackpot.
He let out an audible sigh, he knew that if he was going to start becoming a better version of himself, he would have to do something about his love life, but he didn't know anything about love, no one had really ever given him a chance, since no one really wanted to be known as someone who went out with the "former" cool kid in school. Jackson knew that feeling all too well...
"If I'm going to do something about this, I'm gonna have to sta-."
Jackson was interrupted by a loud noise coming from the alleyway, he admittedly jumped a bit, but quickly regained his composure.
He looked into the alleyway, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Jackson shouted... no response.
"Hello?" Jackson asked again... still nothing.
He pondered... and thought... 'Going into an alleyway, what could possibly go wrong?' Jackson thought, as he walked forward... slowly.
As he paced along, he could start to hear something... no, someone... and were they... crying?
"Hello? is everything alright?" Jackson asked again... but all he heard was sobbing.
As he came closer to the source of the sound, he noticed that whoever it was sounded femenine, regardless he kept on going...
He turned the corner, and right in front of him, sitting on a doorstep, was a woman, she had long, fuzzy, damp orange hair, a dark purple crown hairband, she was wearing what looked like a pink blazer, a purple shirt, a gold belt, and knee high heels, also colored purple.
Jackson froze. he had been hoping for someone, anyone... other than her. of all the days he could have wished it didn't happen... it happened.
sitting on the doorstep... was Adagio Dazzle.