Everything was calm as my brother drove me towards Dash's place. I sat back in my seat, wondering to myself how the night would go. Whether it would be fun or a bummer. Whether I’d dance a lot or stand around. Whether I’d get to be with Dash as a friend in the end... Or, just maybe, become someone more special... I look to my side, and saw some cars passing us by, most of them being occupied by men in very nice clothing and girls wearing dazzling dresses. I still had no clue what Dash was going to be wearing, but whatever it was, I was sure that it would make my jaw drop down to the floor.
After about ten minutes, we’d finally pulled up in front of Dash's house. Daze pulled the key out of the ignition, and sat back in his seat. He looked at his phone texts with his girlfriend for a moment, then looked up at me. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get ‘em, Blitz." He said with a warm smile, before returning to texting.
I hopped out of the car, and walked up to her front door. Once I had arrived, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Although the bell was loud, I still managed to hear a specific voice on the other end. One that I knew all too well. It was none other than Dash.
"Coming!" she shouted, the sound of footsteps from the other side following soon after. I braced myself, preparing to present myself. As the footsteps behind the door steadily grew louder, I felt my smile slowly grow larger and larger, until the door finally opened, and... Just wow…
It was Dash, and boy, did she look good. Her hair was still down, but a small, golden wreath was on her head. She wore a rainbow toga with little yellow bolts along the neckline, and she wore a golden bracelet on each wrist with the same bolt logo, although this time the bolts were black. Her tiny diamond studded earrings shined in the light given from her porch, and her white high-heels glistened. I felt my breath leave me for a second. She was... beautiful...
A light blush was on her cheeks, and she let out a little giggle. "H-Hi, Blitz." she said.
I snapped out of my trance, and nervously smiled. "H-Hey."
"So… you ready for the ball? Whole school's coming. Gonna be a big one, I bet." She playfully punched my shoulder, making me chuckle.
"I sure am.” I replied. She nodded, and looked me over once more. As she did, I couldn’t help but speak up about her outfit. “S-So, that’s a nice dress you’ve got there." I commented. Dash’s eyes shot upwards towards mine, a light blush appearing on her face. "It's really... unique and amazing. Kinda fits you in every way, you know, cause the rainbow... hair." I continued. I probably looked completely nervous, taken aback not only by Dash's shocking beauty, but just the fact I was, at that moment, taking her to the school ball! It was something any man would dream of! At least... for me, it was.
"Thanks." Dash said back, her right hand scratching the back of her head. "Rarity stitched it up for me. I mean, I was hoping for something cool, and she was eager to deliver exactly that. It just took a few times ‘cause I just thought it wasn't cool enough. Still, I really did appreciate her help" She bashfully shrugged. "Actually, I kinda wondered what you would think of this. I guessing we knocked it out of the park, huh?"
I scratched the back of my head. "Sure did. I bet the other guys will think so, too."
"Nah, I ain't that luxurious." she replied.
"Are you kidding me?" I questioned. "Look at you! Beautiful, bright, got an outfit that'll stand out, how could they not notice you?" I suddenly stopped and noticed what I’d just said.
Dash smirked. "Sure, and what about you, boy-toy? Think you’re gonna be hot stuff?" she teased. I shook my head, causing Dash to chuckle to herself. "Oh c'mon, Blitz, don’t be so negative. Who says you won't stand out in the crowd? You look real classy, I’d bet the girls can dig a man with as much class as you." She moved her hands toward my clothes to adjust my bow. "You’ll knock ‘em dead, believe me." She said, straightening my bow tie out.
"Eh, I guess." I said, as I thought that really just looked average, myself. "Anyways, how's your day been so far?" I continued.
“Eh, nothing much, really. After I got home from my jog, I just listened to some tunes and practiced shooting some goals in the back for next week’s soccer match. Trottingham won’t know what ‘em!" she said, enthusiastically punching her fist into her other open hand as she finished.
"You?"
"I just watched some television to help pass the time.” I responded. "Sure didn’t pass very quickly, I’ll tell you that much." This made Dash giggle again. "Gee, am I really that funny?" I asked.
"Maybe. Or maybe I’m just really quick to laughter. Doubt it, though." She looked down at my foot. “You think that you’ll be able to move around on that?”
I looked down at my foot, and moved it around a bit. "Probably. I mean, it doesn’t feel painful to step on it or anything."
"Ah." she said. "Well that's good. Are you pretty mobile?" I moved my foot around some more, showing signs of some decent mobility. "Eh. You’re gonna be just fine on the dance floor, Blitz."
I nearly laughed when I heard Dash suggest that. "Dance floor? Oh nonononono, Dash. I ain't a dancer, even if I tried."
"So what?" She gently smiled and leaned on the side of the door. "The whole school ain't a dancing community. A lot of people here suck at it, believe me. Even I’ll admit that I suck at dancing! But hey, it’s still fun to do." She put her finger to my lips. "But I swear, if you tell anyone I said that, then there'll be trouble."
"Not a word." I looked around the neighborhood, trying to think of something else to say. "You usually dress up?"
"Like this?" She asked. I nodded. She looked down at herself for a second, than started to burst out laughing, as if I had told her the most hilarious joke of all time. After about twenty seconds, her fits of laughter died down enough for her to continue, "Oh heck no! I’m a tomboy! I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing these sorts of things in my free time!" Her laughter finally subsided as she examined her dress. "It's just... tonight’s a special occasion, that's all."
"Sure it is." I said, teasing.
"Well you’re one to talk, Mr. Gussy-up! Aren't you usually the cool punk-ish guy?" she fired back with a smirk.
“Touché” I said, snapping my fingers. We both let out a small laugh. "Alright, you wanna head to the dance? Or you still got something to do before heading out?"
"Nah, I'm ready." I lent my hand out like a gentleman. "Oh, what a genuine man." she said in an incredibly over the top accent as she slowly placed her hand into mine. I chuckled at her behavior as I grabbed her hand gently, and we walked towards the car. "Nice car your brother has." she commented.
"I know." I said with a bright smile, as my brother waved us over.
"Come on in!" he said.
"Yeah, we're coming." I said. I opened the door for Dash, making her slightly blush.
"Heh, thanks, but I can do it by myself too, Blitz." She nervously chuckled, before leaning in towards my ear "To be honest, you’re kinda embarrassing me, here." she whispered. "Might even lose my daredevil license if someone catches me like this, y’know?"
"Hey, gotta be a gentleman, right?" I teased. "It’s only for tonight. First thing tomorrow, it’ll all be back to normal, and you'll be back to the same badass Dash that I know and lo- I mean, know." I nervously scratched the back of my head very quickly. "Uh, hehehehehe." I went inside and buckled up, nearly sweating bullets for the close call. Though at this point, would we be a couple? I doubted it, but hey, a man can dream, can’t he?
"Nice car you have here." Dash told Daze.
"Um, thanks." he said, as if surprised. "It’s just an ordinary car, but I appreciate the compliment." He looked at the rear-view mirror, lightly smiling. "We good?" Dash gave a thumbs-up. "Alright then, off to the school we go!" He hit the pedal, and we were off. "Hopefully, we’ll get there quick, before the horde of vehicles-"
Within a moment he’d suddenly stopped. Right in front of him, there was a line of cars. "Arrive." he finished, before placing his head on the steering wheel, most likely crying internally, due to his hatred for situations like these. "Why..." he whispered to himself.