While I explained as best as I could to Lightbulb in chat messaging what did I do after break, the academic genius in front of me tried her best to analyze the situation in that head of hers.
“Let me get this straight. Helping someone in need of the opposite sex is considered an act of romantic affection in this school?” Asked the Scientist self-aware of her own skepticism.
“Eh, no Twilight, the problem was how it looked while I was helping you. From the video that Lightbulb showed me, we gave the appearance of been kissing after you got up!”
“The two of us? Kissing only after six days of getting to know each other? Ridiculous.”
She said this with complete security. Part of my pride got hurt… just a little.
“Now that you know our current situation, we need to discuss how to solve it so the school doesn’t get the wrong idea in the long run.”
“There's nothing to discuss, Nitpick. This is a simple misunderstanding and there is only one definite solution to it; tell the truth!”
I can support that.
“You are right, Twilight. As expected of a genius such as yourself!”
“Oh, Nitpick. You are exaggerating!”
Then why are you blushing and looking away?
“Anyway, where is everybody? And where is teacher Cranky? It’s already time for class and no one has arrived yet!”
Now that you mention it, you are right. Maybe Lightbulb can ask his wife of his whereabouts. My old friend hasn't answered my previous message but he is still online. He is probably figuring out the source of this mess.
-Nitpick: Lightbulb, could you ask Mrs. Matilda where is his husband? He hasn’t arrived yet! I am here with Twilight talking about our current problem.
-Lightbulb: Mrs. Matilda didn’t come to class because Cranky got hurt on his way here and Principal Celestia gave the message to one of the Idol Six committee to notify the people. Dancer and I are still investigating how the hell your new incident happened in the cafeteria with the rest of the students here. Both of you are big news right now.
This is a nightmare. These kinds of news in the academy, whether true or false, were unappealing unless it was a really important figure, an extremely outrageous gossip or a very funny incident. So you could say that for Crystal Prep standards, Twilights incident with her quesadillas was something beyond comedy… I am starting to think that my old school was really better in some spots than here. Privacy is the mother of all freedoms, at least for me.
-Nitpick: Thanks, my brother.
-Lightbulb: Be on your guard, brother. If you two are alone, then this is not a coincidence. I'll text you back later if we find anything.
-Nitpick: Good luck and thanks.
“Twilight! Cranky won't come because of an accident and the Principal gave the advice to the Idol Six committee so they could notify us. Did anybody tell you anything?”
“I hope he is okay, and the girls didn’t tell me anything about our teacher's incident.”
“The girls?”
“Sunset, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Flutteshy and Rainbow Dash. They are the Idol Six! It’s a great name, don’t you think?”
What a stupid name! Who thought of it?
“Never mind the name. Call Sunset Shimmer now and tell her to come here immediately. She definitely knew about Cranky being sick if she is not here.”
Twilight agreed and she withdrew her phone from her pocket. Meanwhile, I released Spike from his imprisonment.
“Why did you get Spike out of the backpack? Someone could come and see him!” She said worried.
“Nobody will come here because everyone else is in classes. Besides, this guy needs fresh air. Am I right boy?”
He softly barked happily, his moving tail didn’t lie to this fact.
“Sunset is busy.”
“What?”
“Here, take a look.”
-Twilight: Sunset, where are you? Where is everybody? Nobody is coming to the classroom.
-Sunset: Forgive me, Twilight! I forgot to tell you that Professor Cranky got into an accident so he isn't coming today. Isn’t Nitpick with you? Anyway, I am doing some arrangements for the committee and I better work on it. Why don’t you enjoy peacefully the rest of this new found free time until next class with him? I'll definitely see you at Informatics with the rest of our classmates c:
This feels off.
“See, Nitpick. Nothing to worry about!” Twilight said with assurance.
“Give me a moment to think, Twilight...”
Her phone rang suddenly, I returned it to her owner because is a message for her.
“Urgh! You again!”
“What’s wrong?”
“It's Flash Sentry! Ever since the day started, he has been trying to start lousy conversations!”
“Haven't you talked to the girls about this?”
“Yes, the best conclusion is that when the time comes, I must tell him kindly that I am not seeking any kind of romantic relationships right now.”
Flash Sentry must hate me right now! And the worst part is that I told him the other day that I liked Sunset. Damn it, I still like her. Why nothing goes as someone wants? He must be trying to talk with Twilight to confirm if the rumor is true.
“Nitpick, would you help me in preparing a rejection answer for him? I want your opinion in the matter since you are so honest with me. The girls were great in giving me ideas but maybe a boy's perspective will be beneficial in the results!”
You want me… to help you destroy the hopes and dreams of the guy I gave false wings of victory? What kind of back-stabbing monster do you think I am?
“I don't know, Twilight. Maybe the Captain or Dean Cadence can help you with that!”
“They are both busy with the planning of the marathon games in a few weeks in the city. I don’t want them to spend time thinking in a trivial matter!”
A broken heart is not a trivial matter, Twilight Sparkle. I have experience in that.
“Please, help me. I want to be able to tell Flash the truth without hurting him. He looks like a nice guy but as I said, I dont want him to lose his time with someone who will not correspond him. It would be not fair for him, it would be cruel from my point of view! ”
“But-“
That face of yours again. Have you mastered that deadly technique already?
“Fine.”
Forgive me, Flash. It's just that Twilight is cute and you are a guy. No need for explaining.
“Anyway, we need to plan how to tell the people about us.”
“As I told you, there is no need for planning. When they ask, we just say that we didn’t kiss and we are just friends. When they hear the truth in our words, everything will be fine!”
But I still dont consider you a friend!
“But Twilight-”
Now she was the one to gently shut me up with her index finger.
“Everything is going to be fine! Trust me.” She said with a warm smile.
“If you say so…”
“Anyway, let’s talk about our 'Il Rinascimento Bibliotecario' project!" She clapped her hands while saying this with enthusiasm "I have been thinking about starting again from the ground. The coding feels weak and the interface seems very stale and unfriendly. Maybe we can add an interactive assistant in it. We'll call it ‘The Librarian Assistant’! it could be customizable for every user and we can add some predetermined ones like a clipboard, a librarian wizard, a ball or a talking dog! Doesn’t that sound like fun? We can also-”
She kept talking non-stop, I could barely follow. She kept up for the whole hour. Why isn’t there a button mechanism to shut people up?
...
After all that, it was time for the Informatics class. I told Twilight that she should go ahead; I was going to visit my favorite dispenser and buy some black chocolate to calm myself. Also, it was best to arrive at different times so nobody could fuel the flames of gossip more than they already are.
As I arrived to the classroom after enjoying my sweet, I was- my sixth-
“Wah.”
Someone pulled me to the wall of the ladders.
“We need to talk.”
Rarity! How did you do that? That was nearly as fast as Pinkamena!
“About what?”
“You are not dating her, are you?”
It seems we are in the same channel. Perfect.
“No! We even discussed what to do about it! When people ask, we just are going to tell the truth and deny it!”
“Dear, let's make one thing perfectly clear: That doesn't work in our society!”
YOU TOO!? And don’t call me dear.
“Why do you say that?”
“The more straight and honest the explanation, the shadier your relationship becomes.”
“That is stupid! We are not even in a relationship!”
“It's not stupid! It's the world of the celebrities!”
“Am I a school celebrity?”
Wow. Cool!
“Pshhtt Of course not! You are, uh, simple, my dear! But Twilight is one! So it’s the expected outcome for you to be part of the big news!”
Your simple honesty in the subject is inspiring.
“What do you suggest, then?”
By the looks of her face, she must have a brilliant idea.
“We must rely on Drama!”
“Okay, I'm outta here.”
“Allow me to explain.”
Sigh… Do I have a choice? Your grip on my clothes was incredible tight.
“You will act as a couple and then you will fake a horrible fight at the end of the day. After some gossips here and there about your possible fate as an item, tomorrow before classess you will be apologizing to each other and stating that is best to be just friends. We will do it in a not so obscure place for some people to see it and then the news will spread about your good ending, problem solved.”
What a beautiful and sparkling smile, Rarity. It’s a shame that your idea sounds completely retarded!
“Oh, Rarity, that sounds…”
“Don’t say anything! I know that I am such a genius in this kind of matter and I am pleased to be of your service.”
I was going to say something like 'You are more of an idiot'… but I can't! Your eyes full of good intent held me back.
“There must be a less extreme option, Rarity.”
She started to rub her shin for a moment. “Perhaps I could ask the girls about alternatives if you wish to be more subtle.”
Thank you, Rarity. It seems you are a good girl after all.
“I would appreciate that, for Twilight's sake.”
Eh…what?
“I knew you were a good guy deep inside. Shame you have such vulgar language!” She quickly moved her eyes as she was inspecting something in me “Brown shirt with a blue Tactical shirt? Average Jeans with a common black belt? Are those a pair of brown, working boots? And your hair is not brushed and smells of generic shampoo! Darling! The horror! You look atrocious like this!”
I hate you. Give me back my praise, Fashion Witch. Why are you gasping like if you have just seen a monster?
“Anyway...” She slowly regained her composure. “Give me your phone number.”
“What?”
“I need it to tell you any updates in our ongoing dilemma. You can trust in me, I will also be speaking with Twilight in the matter so wait a few minutes outside”
“…Ok.”
My phone contact list will have another stain in it. We exchanged numbers and she walked toward the classroom. I waited six minutes and then I got inside the class. Professor Gizmo was just arriving, he was on time as always but it was us who arrived earlier.
There were lots of people watching cautiously as I entered the classroom, especially a pair of blue eyes that scared me the most. Those eyes filled with defeat and crushed dreams were piercing my conscience. But alas, the trip to my place is not long.
“Did Rarity talk to you?” I whispered while taking my seat.
“Yes. But her plan is outrageous!” She whispered as well with a tone of disbelief “Tell me you don’t agree with that!”
“Of course not. I asked her to think on another plan. We want to end this dry, quick and straight, not create a lame, live-action school drama show!”
“Hehehe, you are right on that. This sounds like the horrible plot stories of the TV show that mom watches on nights.”
“At seven pm on Star Channel?”
“With that melodramatic announcer who always says; ‘Another tale of unrequited love is about begin!’, before starting the show?”
“I can't believe your mother watches the same crap as mine!”
“Me neither! My dad always watches it with her because he has no other choice if he wants to watch the news after it.”
“My father bought a TV application on his TPad. You should tell your father about it, he can use it on the sofa or wherever he likes.”
“So he can escape from watching bad TV programing?”
“I believe it would be escaping from your mothers exaggerated reactions from those ‘real, love stories’!”
We exchanged a small chuckle of agreement. This feels nice... wait.
“Let’s better start working if we want to make those changes of yours. Rarity said that she will give us alternatives once she talked with the girls so let’s focus in work in the meanwhile.”
We did as I said and quickly wrote new coding database for the application. Not even a half hour passed and I received two messages; one was from Dancer, her custom pop song was unmistakable, and the other one was the default tone.
-Dancer sent you a video.
-Dancer: you are in big trouble (worried face)
While the video finished downloading, I saw the other message.
-Rarity sent you a video
-Rarity: THIS IS TERRIBLE! TERRIBLE! Your outfit combination looks horrible! Oh, and we need a change of plan.
As both videos finished downloading, I noticed something horrible. Both of them are the same file! I took out my earphones so nobody could hear while I was watching it. It was me… with an angle where I looked as if I was kissing Twilight in the classroom.
“We are a lovey-dovey couple, understand?”
…Crap.