//------------------------------// // Saturday, part one // Story: You Did Something to Make Her Love You // by MixA4 //------------------------------// You Did Something to Make Her Love You Chapter Six By MixA4 Saturday evening, 5:36 p.m.. Your mind is a blur of different thoughts and feelings, ranging from anxiety to pure ecstasy. You bolt around the house, trying to quell your festering mind as you try to find everything you're going to need for the dance. "House keys, check. Do I have my wallet?" You mutter. A brief search of your coat reveals a black leather bifold wallet. "Check, do I look like I should be at a dance?" You run to the bathroom and inspect yourself in the mirror. A skinny, decently dressed teenage boy with combed blue hair stares back at you. "I think it'll pass for a dance." You turn your head to get a better look at yourself. A mental image of Rainbow Dash makes you rethink your hairstyle. "It could be better for Dash's sake." Just as you dip your head into the sink, the booming sound of your doorbell makes you jerk upright, smacking your head on the faucet. Pain seems unnoticeable, however, as a mix of excitement and adrenaline dull your senses. You waste no time in sprinting down the stairs to the front door. You pause, taking a breath to regain your nerve, and open the door. Rainbow Dash stands before you, dressed in a beautiful rainbow colored dress, with matching gloves, and a set of pink boots. Her big dorky smile makes you almost lose your nerve once more. "Hey Blu!" She says sweetly. If voices had flavor, you could swear hers would be the flavor of Skittles. "You look really nice!" Your brain is in near-total anarchy, her compliment almost flies clean over your head. "Oh, erb, thank you, Dash!" You sputter, trying to throw together a return compliment. "Wow, if you made my heart run any faster, I'd need triple dose of Lidocaine to keep my heart from failing!" Fucking smooth, Blu. About as smooth as a fucking sandpaper margarita. You feel heat surge to your cheeks as you process what you just said. To your surprise, Rainbow Dash grins and begins laughing. "Oh, Blu." She throws her arms around your neck and pulls you into a hug. "You're so cute when you're nervous." Despite a rocky start, the night proceeds without a hitch. Dash drives the two of you to the dance, never once losing the excited smile she's got spread across her face. The dance itself is spectacular. You knew Pinkie Pie had a reputation for extreme parties, but this is something that could rival a Hollywood party! Balloons completely cover the ceiling, music blasts from speakers all over the gymnasium, a line of party food and refreshments spans the length of six party tables, and multi-colored lights and lasers shine new life into a crowd of eager party-goers. It's truly something to behold. "Huh, I'd guess Pinkie Pie didn't have as big of a budget this year." Dash comments, seemingly underwhelmed by the near-insanity laying before her. You are unable to fathom a party any bigger than the one before you. Before you can think too hard, however, Rainbow Dash grabs your hand, interlocking her fingers into yours, and drags you to the dance floor, flailing her arms around with yours in tow. It suddenly hits you: You cannot dance. You have never once been to a dance that you weren't forced to go to. You're the only one standing still in a sea of writhing bodies. God. Damn. It. "Come on, Blu! Show me your moves!" Dash yells over the obnoxious music. She continues to push and pull on your arms, her smile unfading. "Uh, Dash? I don't know how to dance!" You reply, feeling nervousness take hold of you. Dash giggles. "Blu, I am a sports legend! I spend more time out on the field than I do in my home! Do you think I know how to dance? Do you think anyone here can dance?" She asks. It quickly becomes apparent that no one in this mass of students is actually dancing in any real shape or form. They're all just moving, having fun, going along in organized chaos. You become more relaxed as you realize how right Rainbow Dash is. You start moving your legs, trying to mirror Dash's own movements. "There you go, you're getting it! See? Nothing to it!" She says. Her reassurance makes you totally relax, and before you know it, you're laughing and dancing to the beat like a fool. This process carries on for ten thrill-loaded minutes before the song suddenly changes. "Ohh! I love this one!" Dash squeals. "This one?" You echo. "Yeah, it's called the Cha-Cha Slide!" The Cha-Cha Slide? Oh,this is good. A new opportunity to show how out of touch you are. "W-what's the Cha-Cha Slide?" You ask. "It's a really fun party song, just listen to the lyrics!" "Uh, huh.." "It's time to get FUNKY!" Funky? Who uses that in a song anymore? You're starting to have second thoughts about this. Dash senses your hesitation. "Here, hold my hand, I'll show you how it's done." She says, holding out her hand to you. You take her hand, and she grips it tight. "To the left!" Dash struts to the left, prompting you to follow suit. "Take it back now, y'all!" Rainbow Dash struts to the right, almost bumps back into you. She flashes you an amused grin. "One hop this time!" The entire gymnasium erupts with the sound of shoes against hardwood. "Right foot let's stomp!" Clomp! You're slowly getting into the swing of the music. "Left foot let's stomp!" You time this one in unison with the rest of the students. "Cha-cha, real smooth! Dash faces you with a smile and begins waving her arms around with yours. "Having fun?" She asks. "I'm totally out of sync, but hell yeah!" You reply, trying to slip back into the song. The song continues playing, and before long, you're moving perfectly in tune with the song. The song ends, and the dance floor erupts back into synchronized anarchy as more music fills the gym. After nearly an hour of absurd dancing on your part, you excuse yourself from the floor to get some refreshments. Dash follows close behind, not letting go of your hand. "Jesus, it's like how schizophrenia would look if it were a pastime." You say, helping yourself to some fruit punch. Dash stands adjacent from you, surveying the crowd. "Yeah, Pinkie's parties can get a little off the hook sometimes." She giggles. "I hope it's not too crazy for you." "Are you kidding? It's nice to be able to cut loose like this!" "Yeah, 'cut loose' is definitely how I'd describe that!" Rainbow Dash points to a circle of people, all gathered around a short girl with burgundy hair doing literal backflips on the gym floor. "Heh, you go, squirt." Dash mutters, a simple grin is spread across her face. A feeling of euphoria begins to register in your mind as you feel entirely satisfied with how the night is going. You get to go to a stupidly fun dance with a beautiful girl who likes you for your stupid quirks. This is one hell of a night. The light-hearted feeling begins to vanish, however as a hulking student approaches Rainbow Dash. This kid, if he can even be called that, is humongous. The sheer height alone makes you question how you missed him on the way in, and the size of his arms make you think he bends barbells for a workout. His size makes you wonder if he has had Pituitary gland suppression growing up, and you're pretty sure two clones of you wouldn't outweigh one of him. Even worse, he's now talking to Rainbow Dash. "Dash, I need someone to dance with. Come with me." He even sounds like a giant, Christ. "Brute, I'm here with someone else," She points to you. She does not look pleased. "Could you leave us alone?" "You're going with this small fry?" Part of you feels as though you should do something to intervene. The other part of you is too scared to do anything. "Come on, Dash. I'll give you a real date." "Brute, I'm not going with you." Dash says sternly. The student looks annoyed. He grabs her wrist. Okay, time to intervene! You jump between Rainbow Dash and the student. Your heart picks up pace as the student's angry stare locks onto you, silently processing the defiance. "Excuse me," You say nonchalantly. "Is there a problem here?" Adrenaline courses through your veins, you can feel your hands begin to twitch as your heart slams against your rib cage. "Move it, tiny, this doesn't have anything to do with you." He says. "Oh, it's going to involve me very soon if you don't leave Rainbow Dash alone." You cannot believe what you are saying. Even Rainbow Dash seems shocked. "Blu, you don't have to do this." She whispers, her wrist is still locked in the student's grasp. The behemoth straightens his back, towering over you by at least six inches! His eyes alone look like they're forged from fucking iron! "You wanna say that again?" He says, trying to intimidate you. The gym becomes much quieter as students start taking note of the scene before them. "I said," Your lips are running, and you can't stop them. "It's going to involve me very soon if you don't leave her alone. Now." The giant brings himself down to your level, he's eye-to-eye with you right now. His black eyes stare right into you, can you can make out various scars across his face. With the exception of the music from the speakers, the gym has fallen totally silent, or at least, you feel like it has. "And what are you going to do if I don't, doctor?" He asks in a grizzly whisper. That insult hits deep. Your heart is racing, your breathing has become shallow and erratic, you can feel almost nothing but epinephrine at this point. "I swear to God," You say, gritting your teeth. These words are not your words. You've lost all control over what you're saying. "If you do not turn and leave right this fucking instant, I can, and I will, teach you the actual definition of 'Medical Malpractice'. Leave." You say in a low tone. You're going to die. You are going to fucking die here. This is the end of you. The monster continues to stare right at you, unmoving, processing your hollow threat. You do not break eye contact, as if you were trying to kill him with your eyesight. Time itself seems to have frozen as you face off with Goliath reincarnate. Suddenly, his left eye flickers. He glances around, seeing the hundreds of students around him, seemingly frozen in place. You continue to stare, unmoving, as if even blinking could shatter the fabric of time. The only movement you can sense is your heartbeat, slamming around violently in your chest. He turns his gaze back to you. "You're a fucking loser." The barbarian finally says. He releases Rainbow Dash's wrist and staggers off, leaving you and Rainbow Dash in total shock and awe. He stumbles to the exit, and flashes one last menacing look your way before leaving into the night. Once the door closes, you collapse into a chair, your mind is reeling in an overload of chemicals. Words attempt to escape your lips, but they all become just illegitimate babble. Rainbow Dash seems just as shocked. She glances wide-eyed at you, before staring straight off into space. "I need- I'll be right back." Rainbow Dash bolts off suddenly. You're too loaded up on epinephrine to notice. Slowly, piece-by-piece, you come down from the massive high you're on. You mentally start piecing together what just happened. You almost fought someone. You made Rainbow Dash look like a fool. You threatened someone with physical harm. Dash ran off somewhere, probably to get away from your psychotic nature. Students have probably taken note. This does not look good. As you're still mentally rebooting, a teacher walks over to you out of concern. "Blu? I saw you over here talking with Brute Force, it didn't look too good." Miss Cheerilee says. "Nothing... happened, did it?" "N-no, nothing happened. We just... spoke. That's all." You reply. "You're okay, right?" She asks, eyeing you up and down for injury. "I'm fine, just a little tired out." You say. Miss Cheerilee cautiously walks off, flashing you one last worried look before disappearing. Out of the corner of the gym, you spot Rainbow Dash over by the Dj's table, pointing at you and talking to Vinyl Scratch. Great. Now she's warning other people that you're a psychopath. Way to handle the situation, Blu. Vinyl appears to smile and nod at Dash, and Dash starts briskly walking in your direction. "Rainbow, I'm really so-" You're cut off as she forcefully grabs your hand and drags you out of your chair, presumably to take your sociopathic ass home. Nice. First date, and you've completely blown it. Top-tier work there, Blu. However, to your surprise, she stops in the middle of the dance floor, she pulls herself close to you and hugs you close. You're caught off guard as a slow song begins to play through the speakers. "Blu, why did you do that?" Rainbow Dash asks. Guilt begins to wash over you, making you regret everything that happened in the last five minutes. "Ugh, Dash I'm sorry, he just-" "Why are you apologizing? I'm not mad! You did nothing wrong!" "Wait, what?" "I've never had someone stick up for me like that, especially not to Brute Force!" She says, hugging you closer. "I'm just wondering why you'd do something like that for me? That guy is a monster, and yet you stood up to him!" You're unsure of how to respond. "Dash, I had to do something. I couldn't just stand by and watch." You say. Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and smiles sweetly at you. "So instead of running off like anyone else would do, you tell him off so bad, he leaves the dance?" Dash giggles. "First you carry me home when I couldn't walk, then you give me a great week, next you take me to a dance." She says, drawing closer to you. "Hey, you paid for the dance, I just went along!" You say. "And then you stand up to the biggest, meanest kid in the school, all for my sake. Where have you been all my life?" Before you can reply, Dash closes the distance between the two of you and presses her lips to yours. You're initially caught completely off guard, but you let yourself be taken away. This really was a great night.