Making Plans
"Dang it..."AJ muttered as the sunlight broke through her window. She reflexively brought an arm up to block out the light, the other patting her bedside table as she searched for her Stetson, hoping to use it as a more permanent shield.
Unfortunately, it wasn't in its usual spot. After turning over, she soon saw why. It seemed her companion had had the same plan, her rainbow locks falling out from under the worn hat.
“Dash...” AJ whispered in the other girl’s ear, trying to avoid being heard through the thin walls of the farmhouse. After giving it a few seconds, and hearing no response, she tried again, a little louder. “Dash, what’re ya doin’ in ma bed?”
"Shit, not so loud, AJ..." Dash groaned, whipping the hat off as her eyes started to struggle open. It took a few seconds, but when she realised where she was, she sprang bolt upright in the bed. This achieved two things.
Firstly, it threw the duvet off of the pair. This in turn revealed that somehow, last night, Dash had ended up with AJ's hat, and AJ with Rainbow's football jersey.
It also revealed that, apart from those, they were completely naked.
It took a few seconds for the girls to snap to their senses after that, at which point the pair span around to face the opposite walls, both blushing heavily. Dash eventually broke the silence.
"Jeez," she laughed nervously, trying to resist the urge to just run home. "Maybe buy a girl a drink first, AJ?"
Applejack promptly face palmed. “Ah think Ah might've got ya more than one, sugar..."
Dash shuddered. "AJ, I know you always call us that 'n' all," the athlete bit her lip, her stomach feeling uneasy. "But, please, for now, can you just... not?"
AJ sighed, and nodded. "Alright su..." she started, before catching herself. "Sorry. But I'll try, Dash."
Dash let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. "'Kay, so first thing's first. What the hell happened last night?"
"Mind if we get dressed first, girl?"
Dash's blush returned. "Yeah, that was gonna be my second idea..."
AJ rolled her eyes as she pulled the jersey off, before tossing it over her shoulder towards her friend. "Sure it was."
Dash took the hat from her head, before placing it gently next to the farmgirl. She then threw the shirt over her head, and reached down for her jeans. "Shit..." she winced, as her own voice stirred the headache that had been subdued so far.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I figured something out about last night..."
"And what's that?"
"I got so blitzed, I got more than a pint of cider over my jeans..."
AJ laughed at that. "Well, all things considered, if ya got that trashed, Ah don't think anythin' else happened."
"What are you trying to say?" Dash asked defensively, her eyes trying to burrow through AJ's back. However, when she realised their stare had fallen a foot lower, she quickly spun back around, trying to shake the thoughts from her head.
AJ, oblivious, just laughed. "Dash, Ah know ya," she said, rolling her eyes. "An' if ya were so drunk ya spilled more than one pint, yadda been asleep ten seconds after ya head hit a pillow, cushion, chair arm, shoulder, or hell, a kinda soft spot on the ground..."
Dash folded her arms, and opened her mouth to snap off a witty response, before a war was waged in her mind.
***
Ok... her voice of reason started. Let's just go over this plan. We point out that we don't fall asleep that fast, and that we could have done something else last night. Either we fail...
Yeah, like that'll happen Her ego snarked.
... or we do convince her, she thinks we did, and she gets angry, her voice of reason continued as though the interruption had never occured. Which will most likely lead to her hitting us repeatedly...
Please, I can take a hit. Her ego waved a hand dismissively.
From AJ?
Well, who else would I mean?
The girl who hits trees?
Yeah, that's AJ? Her ego raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Who hits them all day, every day?
... Yeah? Her ego was beginning to lose its comprehension and a bit of its confidence.
Who, in fact beats them up, all day every day?
... Yeah...
Who sometimes even breaks them, especially when angry?
OK, what the hell's your point here? Her ego snapped, while her voice of reason just smiled.
We break easier than a tree...
Oh... yeah... her ego smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. So what do we do?
Simple. We just move on...
***
"Yeah... Good point..." Dash conceded, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. "Still, what am I gonna do now?"
"Just toss 'em in the laundry." AJ raised an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief entering her voice.
"Oh, I didn't think of that," Dash snarked, shaking her head. "Guess I'll just walk home like this then," AJ facepalmed, trying to shake that image from her head. "Yeah, didn't think of that, did ya?"
An' now Ah can't help it. Thanks a lot fer that, sugar... Wait how long's she been quiet fer? Better say somethin'. She thought, before saying the first reasonable thing that came to mind. "Ya could borrow somethin' o' mine, ya know?"
"Um, no offence, but we're not the same size..." Dash pointed, out as she started to sort through AJ's closet.
"Well, Ah do got some older stuff in there," AJ replied as she started gathering her own clothes. "Hand me downs fer Blossom an' such. Just check an see if anythin' in there that fits ya."
Dash rubbed her forehead as she found the only thing there that might fit. "Alright, I've got...something..." she forced herself to speak through her teeth, trying to keep pictures of AJ stalking through the orchards in the things out of her head. "But I want it on record, I am not happy about this..."
"What is i..." AJ asked, spinning around, her jaw dropping at the pair of Daisy Dukes the athlete was holding at arms length. The farmhand, meanwhile turned bright red. Partly from embarrassment, mostly from the pictures in her head. "Ah coulda sworn Ah'd thrown them out..." she started rubbing her eyes, only to notice what her friend was about to do. "Dash, ya can't put 'em on yet!"
"Why not?"
"'Cause ya ain't got any underwear on!"
"Well, mine's wet, so that's a no-go," Dash started crossing the options off on her hand. "I'm not exactly comfy with it, but even then, you're too big, Blossom's too small, and I hope Mac doesn't have anything that'd fit me for a few reasons, which means unless you want to drive over to my place or the store for a pair of boxers, I'm going commando..."
"Yeah, 'cause that's a much better image than her runnin' round butt naked..." AJ started, before smacking her hand to her mouth.
The pair of them froze for almost a minute.
"AJ," Dash asked, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Were you thinking about me naked?"
"What," AJ bit her lip, and started sweating. "Naw! Why would ya say that? What ever gave ya that idea? Ah, mean..." the farm girl started to speak faster, the panic on her face growing more and more evident.
Dash sighed, as she thread the belt into her new shorts. And I've lost AJ. Great job, Dash. OK, brain, I know I don't ask much, but I need to snap her out of it before she chokes... she pleaded internally. Catching sight of her friend's tied shirt, a plan came to mind.
AJ was too lost in her denials to notice Dash walk over. Her friend grabbing the knot just below her breasts registered briefly, but was soon lost as she was pulled down, and Dash's lips locked onto her own. AJ definitely noticed that. And very quickly decided her rant was probably very stupid, and unimportant. Or, as her head put it: Ahh, fuck it.
When the two eventually broke, Dash tried to catch her breath, while AJ fanned herself with her hat. "Alright," the farm girl said, sitting on her bed. "Maybe I've been thinkin' 'bout that... well, all mornin', really. An' Ah'm guessin' it ain't been much different fer ya either, huh?"
Dash nodded in agreement. "I guess we need to figure this out too," she said before sighing. "I'm not exactly good at this stuff..."
"Ah ain't got the best track record either," AJ pointed out, before smiling. "... Sugar."
The pair started to laugh. "Thanks AJ, I needed that."
A second later, there was a loud knocking on the door. The pair winced, clutching at their foreheads, their sleeping hangovers roused once more. "Abby, Ah know it's Sunday, but ya cain't sleep in all day, an' breakfast's done."
"Ah'll be down in a sec, Blossom."
Once the clomping sounds from the stairway echoing through their head died down, the pair looked back to one another.
"So..." they said in unison.
After a second, Dash continued. "So, are we... together now?"
AJ didn't hesitate in her response, a smirk on her face. "Depends. Ya wanna be?"
"Yup," Dash nodded, before returning her friends stare. "You?"
"Eeyup." AJ rose from her bed. "Although Ah ain't right sure we should say anythin' yet to mah family..."
"Why not," Dash asked, her face screwed up in confusion. "You afraid I'm not good enough for ya? Or..." Dash trailed off, as her mind thought over her friend's roots.
Seeing where this was going, AJ quickly cut her off. "Now it ain't nothin' like that, sugar, trust me. Ah mean," AJ grabbed a lock of her friend'm multicoloured hair. "it ain't like anyone we know died their hair ta make it obvious, and they got ran outta town," she looked her friend in the eyes. "Yer here every week, sugar. If they had a problem wi' anythin' like that, yadda noticed by now..."
"OK, so what is the problem then?"
"Well, we ain't had a first date yet, have we?" AJ asked, the smile returning to her face.
"Oh yeah..." Dash said, chuckling slightly. "So we tell 'em we're dating after we're actually dating. Makes sense. Now, what're we actually gonna do on this date?"
"Well, Ah ain't too sure..."
"Me neither..." Dash started, before a bolt of inspiration hit. "But I got something fun to do 'til we have an idea..."
"Alright, Ah'll bite, what is it?"
"From when we get downstairs, 'til noon, I'm gonna do whatever I can to get you blushing," Dash flashed AJ a toothy grin. "I manage to do it without setting everyone else off, I choose what we do. I fail, or go too far, you get to choose."
"One sec," AJ raised one hand to pause the other girl. "Ah think we need a couple of ground rules. No physical contact, an' ya can't talk 'bout anythin' that happened in here this mornin'..."
Dash sighed, before nodding. "Fine, those sound fair, I guess. So," she held out one fist. "Game on?"
AJ softly tapped her fist to the athlete's. "Game on."
The grin very quickly returned to Dash's face. She sauntered over to the rooms laundry basket, turned her back to AJ, and bent over. "AJ," she asked, very methodically moving the same thing back and forth at the top of the pile. "Did you put my stuff in here already."
"Yeah, they should be..." AJ started, before stammering at the sight in front of her - Dash wiggling her butt in the very flattering shorts. "R-right... near th-the top..."
"Thanks..." She said, smirking as she quickly grabbed her keys and wallet from her jeans. She slowly straightened up, turning her head to look out past her hair. AJ could see the look she was being given, and it said one thing.
Gotcha Dash thought, straightening up. She slipped her things into her pockets, and slowly walked over to the door. "Now, AJ," she tried to affect AJ's drawl, to moderate success. "I knew Ah was good, but I didn' expect ta beat y'all in th' warmups..."
The blush very quickly faded from her face, as she realised just how easy Dash had won that round. What have I gotten myself into?...