I bit back a curse word and tossed my controller onto my bed as Trixie shot me a smug grin.
“I’m the best at video games, am I not?” Trixie asked as she paused the game we had been playing. I had never know Trixie was such an avid gamer like this.
“Yeah, you’re pretty damn good,” I admitted as I chugged a pop before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’ve never had as much competition before, not even with Applejack.”
“I still can’t believe Applejack of all people is really good at video games,” Trixie commented as she glanced at me. “I imagined it would be Rainbow Dash.”
“She’s really good too. They go to competitions together and play. Apparently Rainbow gave the Apple family their first console as a Christmas gift.”
“Very fascinating,” Trixie said dryly as she picked up her piece of pizza I had ordered and she dangled it in the air and opened her mouth, taking a large bite. “Mhmmmmm.”
I giggled as Trixie blushed and wiped the pizza sauce off her mouth with a napkin. The girl loved fast food way too much. I’d have to make her cooked meal one day.
“Remind me to cook you dinner one night,” I said as Trixie gave me a sultry look with a grin.
“Is that a date offer?” Trixie purred seductively as our lips quivered for a few seconds before we both burst out laughing.
“Oh my god!” I laughed as I wiped a tear out of my eye. “That was funny.”
“I do have that effect,” Trixie giggled as we both laid on our backs on my queen sized bed.
“W-wait,” I chuckled as I forced myself to quit laughing and gave Trixie the best bedroom eyes I could muster at the moment. “Oh yeah that’s a date. And afterwards, we can go to bed and take things to a whole new level. And after all, I’m on top of things. Wanna be one of em?”
“Oh of course,” Trixie grinned as she traced a finger up my forearm. “Roses are red, violets are blue, you be the six and I’ll be the nine.”
“With school, I just want an A. With you, I just want to F,” I shot back as Trixie chuckled.
“That was a good one Sunset. That’s a nice shirt. Can I try it on after we have sex?”
I burst out laughing and high fived Trixie. I didn’t expect her to be as vulgar as this and I’ll admit defeat. When I lose of course.
“Nice job. I admit defeat,” I snickered as Trixie sat up, wiping tears out of her eyes. “And yes, you can have my shirt after.”
“Excellent because I could totally that shit,” Trixie chuckled as she stretched.
“Hey can I ask a question?” I asked suddenly as Trixie picked up her light purple jacket.
“Yeah, go for it.”
“Why do you talk in third person around others and first person around me and Wallflower?” I grimaced at the last name as Trixie looked at me with a smile.
“Because I trust you. I was bullied in middle school before you crossed over and I developed speaking in third person as a comfort type of thing. I only speak normal around people I trust. It’s my adhd that causes me to keep speaking in third person. It’s a nervous tic I guess,” Trixie explained as she put her jacket on.
“I’m happy you trust me. And I trust you as well,” I said as I patted Trixie’s hand. “With my life. You were the only one there to believe me during the Memory Stone. Not even Derpy did because she was terrified of me. That hurt pretty bad too.”
Trixie hummed as she sat back down on my bed.
“Can I ask you a question now?” Trixie asked as I gave a thumbs up.
“Go for it,” I said as I picked up my own slice of pizza and opened my mouth.
“How do you feel about Wallflower? It’s been about two and half months afterwards Sunny.”
I chewed on my lower lips in thought as Trixie watched me intently. I’ve been honestly debating that myself. Sure, I said I would be her friend but well I’m not so sure. Out of all the threats I’ve faced, she was the one to target me directly. A large part of me is leaning to forgiveness similar to how my friends forgave me but a small dark part of me wants to make her suffer.
“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly after a moment. “I want to forgive her and I don’t at the same time. But it would be very hypocritical of me to deny her that given my past. And she did save you after I had completely forgot you were locked in the yearbook room. Sorry about that again by the way.”
“You’re forgiven. Again.”
I gave a low chuckle. I had been apologizing the entire time I’ve been Trixie’s friend. I’ve been trying to invest as much time as I could into knowing Trixie better. She was a really nice soul when you get to know her. She just hides it well under her ego that is admittedly not faked. I had used to hate it but now? I find it quite endearing.
“If you want my opinion, forgive her. I have and she took my memories too. Memories I’ll never get back,” Trixie commented as she made a fist before relaxing it. “And I don’t even remember that. I don’t remember if I was scared, angry, tried to fight back or just stayed still in fear or if I was in pain during so. But based on what you described when she took your memories, I think it hurt me too.”
“I’m sorry,” I said as I made eye contact again. “I never really thought about it from yours or any one else’s angles. I’ll figure a way to start talking to her again.”
“Good,” Trixie said as she glanced at my clock. “I gotta head on home. Thanks for putting up with me for a few hours.”
“Nothing to put up with. You’re my friend after all,” I commented as we both stood up and hugged. “Drive safe.”
“I’m the safest driver on the road. Love you best friend. Wink!” Trixie winked as I snickered. For some reason, she felt the need to say wink before doing so.
My phone vibrated on my night stand as I watched Trixie take the stairs from my loft two at a time. I waved as she opened the front door and she returned the gesture before stepping out and the door shut behind her with a thud.
I stepped to my phone and examined it with a slight frown.
“One missed call from Rainbow Dash,” I read aloud as I swiped the notification. “I’ll call her later after dishes. Don’t want my kitchen to be too messy after all.”
I cleaned up the mess Trixie and I had created, walking down the stairs to clean everything up.
I prefer everything to be clean around me. Not as bad as Rarity but close. My phone rang again as I scowled up stairs.
“I should probably text her,” I mused to myself as I glanced upstairs before looking back at the dishes. “But I’m here already so it makes more sense to do the dishes.”
With my mind set, I turned to the sink to get to work.