Control Theory
All it took was a simple text message from Sunset Shimmer to send my mind into hyperdrive. The message wasn’t even that complicated. It was just a simple “On my way,” but this caused me to suddenly forget how to walk, think, or even breathe.
Okay.
Left foot, right foot.
Left lung… wait.
Aside from my legs being just a tad sturdier than jelly, I felt like I was ready.
I rushed down the stairs, gripping the handrail so hard that I felt my hands burn from the friction. My parents sat on the dinner table, carefully dissecting the paper in front of them. They were in full concentration mode, and I was sure that nothing was going to break their focus.
“Hey, Mom, Dad, date’s here—gotta go—bye!”
“Hold on now, young lady,” my father called.
I stopped. “Yes, father?”
He smiled, and waved for me to come over. “Give him a chance to be chivalrous and come to the door himself.”
I probably should have mentioned I’m gay.
“Actually…” I trailed off. That was when I noticed the sheet of paper, a list of actresses with pros and cons next to each name. “Wait, are you guys working on Bravely Blue?”
“Have a seat,” my mother spoke up, tapping on the dining chair next to her. “We need a little help, so we’re consulting our Consulting Creative Director.”
“Y’know,” my dad hummed. “I’ve been in the business for nearly thirty years, and I’m still not sure if it’s a real position.”
“It’s the consulting part,” my mom teased. “You can just add it to anything and pretend it’s a real job.”
“Be easy on her, dear,” Dad chuckled. “She actually helps. Like now, for instance. We’ve pretty much got everyone cast. Well, everyone but Daring. Yearling tossed out our list.” My father chewed at his own pen and tapped the metallic tip against his chin.
I thought about it for a minute. I had a shortlist of people I thought would be good, but now that I was on the spot, my mind was suddenly drawing a blank. “How about Coloratura? She was good in The Main Attraction.”
My mother sighed, “She was, but her tour’s when we start shooting.”
“Of course, just our luck that the one pop star who can act is unavailable,” he grumbled. Frustrated, he furrowed his brows slightly before he crossed out something on the paper.
“How about Wild Fire?” I asked. “Critic’s darling, best actress nominated, and she just wrapped up on Ne’er Do Well. Do you think we can get her?”
Mother perked up and exchanged a quick glance with my father. She looked down at her list and then to the paper in front of my dad. Seemingly satisfied, she clicked her tongue before writing the name down. “Uh, I think so. I can give her a call and bring her in to screen test with Time Turner.”
Father nodded. “Good, go ahead and do that; set it up for next week. But for now, we’ll put her down as a maybe.”
“Great work, Twilight,” my mother commented. “Give it another five or so years, and we can talk about getting the consulting part removed.”
Although it was a joke, it was yet another one of my parents’ hardly subtle attempts at getting me to follow in their footsteps. Sure, I had some fun working with them, but I preferred to pursue science. The two often made joking comments that I was the one girl on the planet who’d rather be an engineer than an actress.
The kicker was that an acting career was actually a valid option thanks to the magic of nepotism.
There was a knock at the door, and every bit of confidence I thought I had disappeared. Sunset Shimmer was outside, and we were about to go out on our first date. I had to repeat that statement several times in my head for it to finally register.
Brought back to reality, I jumped from my seat and made my way over to the door.
“Wait,” my mother said, grabbing my arm. “Let me answer the door. It’s tradition that the parent always answers.”
This was a less than ideal situation.
Not wanting to disobey, I did what I was told—albeit reluctantly—and sat at the table.
I gritted my teeth as I heard the door click open.
“Oh, hello,” Sunset greeted. “You must be Mrs...”
“Velvet,” my mom answered. “And you must be my little Twily’s date.”
This was worse than I ever thought it could be.
Sunset chuckled. “Twily, huh? Cute.”
Just kill me now.
“Oh!”
I knew that tone. It was the exact same lilt my mother had when Cadence came over for my brother Shining’s first date.
That hadn’t ended well.
“Where are my manners?” my mother asked rhetorically. “Come in… my, forgive me for not asking your name…”
“Sunset Shimmer,” she answered with a polite smile.
“Oh, what a lovely name. Come in!” My mother turned toward me. “Twily, your date’s here!”
“Hello,” my father greeted. “Twilight and I were just talking about the movie you’re going to tonight. Y’know, I met the director in a coffeeshop on Second Street. I’m not into the whole superhero thing, but the film looks promising given—”
“We should probably get going,” I cut in.
“Surely you can stay for just a little. Have a seat.” My stomach dropped as I heard him tap against the dining chair.
Nauseous, I tugged at my turtleneck, immediately regretting my choice of attire because now it felt suffocating.
Sunset took a seat next to me. “Hi.” There was a slight hesitance in her voice.
“Hello,” I forced out.
“I wasn’t aware that Twilight liked girls,” my father commented. “Then again, I didn’t think she liked anyone.”
Sunset laughed, a little awkwardly this time. “I could say the same. I was a little surprised when I found out… especially when I found out she liked me.”
My parents both laughed, but I just stared down at the table.
Why am I letting this happen?
“That’s our Twily, alright,” my mother hummed. “Always unable to assert herself until it’s too late.”
“You’re telling me,” Sunset said, her tone a lot more comfortable than before.
My mother laughed. “Oh, Nighty, remember the dress? Go get the picture, Hon. I’ll tell Sunset the story.”
Before I could stop my parents, my dad jumped up from the table and went over to grab a small picture frame off the wall. He came back and handed the photo off to my mom.
My mother brandished the picture. “Our little Twily was adamant to have constellations on her Miss Summer Sun Pageant dress, and then she threw a fit when Orion’s belt had four stars instead of three.”
Well… that was true, but that was the least of the dress’ problems.
I’m also hilariously unphotogenic. I mentioned that, right? The braces and the baby fat didn’t help either.
“My,” Sunset wheezed, politely holding back a laugh. “That… certainly is a dress.”
“Oh, don’t be so polite,” my father dismissed. “It’s terrible.”
“Hey!” I chirped, my face heating up. “We should probably get going now.”
My mom only chuckled. “What’s the rush? You said the movie doesn’t start until seven-thirty, and I made that ricotta bucatini you love. I’d hate to see it go to waste.”
Oh, that’s low, Mother. She knew I was going to order that at the Bianca Bistro like I did all the time. Knowing her, she probably called in and got the exact recipe. Then I’d have to get something else, or else I’d look like a jerk.
Plus, staying at home and having dinner with my parents was probably the worst idea in the history of mankind.
Sunset perked up. “That sounds—”
“Whelp!” I cut in, “It’s really unfortunate that I already made reservations—that sounds delicious, but we’d better get going. Bye, Mom and Dad. Don’t forget to save me some leftovers!”
Seeing this as the only opportunity to get out, I grabbed Sunset by the hand and led her out the front door.
“They seem nice,” Sunset said, stuffing her newly freed hands into her leather jacket’s pockets.
I only hummed in agreement because I knew that if I opened my mouth, I would have no control over the rambling excuses. Forcing myself to forget the previous events, I followed Sunset down the path and hesitated as she hopped onto the motorcycle.
All this planning and preparation and I still felt like I wasn’t ready. I took a large, reassuring breath and joined Sunset on the bike seat, holding onto her tightly.
Although I knew that the accident had been my fault, I still felt uneasy as we sped down the road.
Sunset stopped at a red light and turned to face me. “Hey, Twilight.”
“Yeah?”
“I didn’t know you were a pageant girl.” Without another word, Sunset sped off the second the light turned green.
I had survived swerving the motorcycle once before. Surely it wouldn’t hurt if I just...
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“So you won anyway, despite that awful dress?”
“Yup,” I answered, taking a sip from a cup of water. “I swept the talent and the Q and A portions. Apparently, they’ve never actually seen a concise answer to solving world hunger. It was, and I quote, ‘economic, tactful, and well-thought-out.’”
“Twilight Sparkle, ending world hunger at the tender age of nine.”
I laughed. “Well, they haven’t really implemented it.”
“I’m curious,” Sunset said. “What did you say?”
I chewed on an ice cube. “It’s nothing, really. I just proposed that we subsidize local producers to donate ‘ugly’ fruits and vegetables to local food banks. Perfectly edible, ‘ugly’ food was wasted because they were ‘unsellable’ due to our arbitrary aesthetic requirements for produce. A simple two-cent tax on unhealthy soft drinks could also easily pay for the subsidies that cover the packaging cost most farmers couldn’t afford.”
“Wow.”
“Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away.” Sheepishly, I tugged at my turtleneck again, feeling the temperature in the room suddenly spike.
“No, no,” Sunset said. “It’s totally cool.”
According to The Big Book of Body Language, the date was going okay so far. There was sufficient eye contact, and Sunset’s body language tended to be open. She only crossed her arms once, and that was to emphasize how cold she was after the maître d' insisted on taking her jacket.
Things were going well, and I could go as far to say that I was feeling comfortable. I was, quite literally, in my element. My parents were close friends with the proprietors, which meant the staff knew who I was. That’s how I was able to call in a favor for a reservation.
“Ah, Miss Sparkle—nice to see that you’re dining with us again,” the waiter said, passing over a pair of menus. “Would you like your usual prepared? The ricotta bucatini?”
“N-no!” I stammered, “I think I’ll try something new this time.”
I swear, if my mother called to ask him to say that…
Calm down, Twilight. You’re just being paranoid. Your mother’s not out to embarrass you anymore. Just pick up the menu and look through it like any normal person would. Who knows—maybe you’ll find something you’d never thought you’d like.
Maybe throwing caution to the wind at a moment like this could be the spark of spontaneity that turns things around.
“Eheh... what would you recommend?” I asked, pretending to flip through the menu..
“Well, the bucatini is one of ou—”
“Besides that,” I cut in.
“Maybe you could try—”
“I trust your judgement,” I interrupted. Wanting to end the conversation, I pushed the foldable menu back and looked up at my date. “What about you, Sunset?”
The girl in question only shrugged and passed over the menu. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”
This could either go one of two ways. The first would be that we have two perfectly wonderful meals that would eventually serve as a conversation topic during the dinner. The other involved forced smiles, dishonest praise for the food, and a bathroom trip that would never end due to my leaving via the bathroom window.
I was one-hundred percent ready for the latter. Thanks to the aforementioned benefits of knowing the owners of the restaurant and a certain spark of creativity from helping my dad, I had a contingency plan in case anything major went wrong.
With the codeword, “kiosk,” a busboy would come over and spill a glass of water on me and, more notably, my clothes. Following the flurry of staged apologies, I’d excuse myself to the bathroom and disappear into the night forever. Then, using the bus ticket I had pre-purchased online, I would move to Manehattan with my aunt and uncle under the new alias “Twilight Twinkle.”
It was a plan that would make Yearling herself proud, considering that it lived up to the unofficial series mantra of “What would Daring Do?”
Of course, since the universe loves to let a good plan go to waste, none of that ended up needing to happen.
What a shame. I was beginning to warm up to Twilight Twinkle.
“The gnocchi’s really good,” Sunset said, “The tomato sauce has just the right amount of kick to it.”
“No kidding.” I picked at the pasta with my fork. “It’s not my favorite, but I couldn’t gnocchi-t until I tried it.”
She didn’t laugh.
The word “kiosk” also came into mind.
The universe and the dinner carried on in spite of the failed joke, and I decided it was better to keep the food puns off the table… starting now.
I spun my fork through the spaghetti, my server’s safe yet agreeable choice for the main course. The string quartet played off in the distance and I began to feel a bit more relaxed now that I shifted the conversation away from the food itself.
“So, I’m curious. Have you, by any chance, read the Daring Do series?”
Sunset’s face lit up at the mention. “You've read those? I loved those books as a filly.”
Filly. For a moment, I had forgotten that Sunset was a trans-dimensional unicorn. Six-year-old me would be jumping in her seat. Not only was I dating a unicorn, but said unicorn was also proof of the Multiverse Theory.
“So, was Daring a pony back in…”
“Equestria, and yeah, she was a pegasus.”
“Oh, cool,” I said. “Though wouldn’t Daring just be able to fly her way out of everything?”
Sunset chuckled. “Oh, yeah, but Yearling usually finds a way to write around it. In books three and four, Daring was nursing a broken wing.”
“That’s so weird. She did the same with her left arm. That was also when she switched dominant—”
“Wings and started using a whip,” Sunset finished. “Sorry. I’m dorking out right now.”
“No, it’s fine. Dork away,” I said, taking another drink of water. “So… who is it?”
“What?”
“Dream casting.” I put the cup down. “Come on, everybody has someone in mind to play Daring. Y’know, in case they ever made a movie.”
Sunset clicked her tongue. “Well, I guess someone like Spitfire. She’s been my celeb crush both here and in Equestria.”
That was actually not a bad fancasting—Spitfire was fourth on my list. The Wonderbolts captain had the charisma and athleticism to tackle the role, plus she had the name recognition to bring in an audience. It also didn't hurt that she often played a healthy amount of supporting roles, but I still had doubts on whether she could carry a massive film franchise as the lead. And as far as I knew, her name wasn't on either of my parents’ casting sheets. Maybe she was just the person we needed.
I also couldn’t help but be a little curious at the mention of her home dimension.
“I never really got the chance to ask what it was like… you know, in Equestria… and how you got here, of all places.”
Sunset took a long drink from her cup. “It’s a long story. Maybe some other time.”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Not a good sign; crossed arms mean that a person is closed off. It was one of the easier bits of body language to read, but it was also one you didn’t want to see. I gritted my teeth and attempted to think of an out.
“So how about them Clydesdales?” I asked, changing the subject.
“How ‘bout them?”
That was as far as I had planned. I was grasping at straws at this point. I was behind in the count, against the ropes, or any other string of sports metaphors. Love, at the moment, was a game.
And I wasn’t very good at it.
When it was all said and done, the dinner was fine. Not good, not great, and definitely not stellar—just fine. We skipped dessert, deciding the ice cream after the movie would be enough. Of course, the next problem was the bill.
“No, no, I got it,” I said, pulling out my wallet from my purse.
“Come on, at least let me get the tip.”
The jury was still out on who was supposed to pay for the first date. Some sources argued that the parties involved pay for what they ordered individually, but others stated that the the person who initiated the date should be the one to pay. Or, at the very least, offer to pay. It would then be up to the invited to decide on whether or not to split.
I wasn’t sure why there was no clear answer to who pays for the date. The only thing I could think of was that it started a very low-stakes argument, which could determine how well the couple can deal with a difference in agendas in the future.
“You already drove me here,” I countered. “It’s the least I can do.”
Not willing to take no for an answer, Sunset paid her half of the bill and stared back at me with a look that dared me to oppose it. The slight smirk and the wink was enough to tell me that the argument was over.
“So, do you have the tickets?” Sunset asked, slipping on her leather jacket.
“Nah, I have the confirmation code on my phone. I’m just going to print it out at the kiosk when we get there.”
The thing about contingency plans is that you’ll probably need a contingency plan in case of a misfire.
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Sunset, being the amazing person she was, let me wear her leather jacket after my turtleneck had been reduced to a sopping mess. Somehow, the busboy forgot that it was supposed to be water. It was actually kind of surprising how much soda, wine, and a little bit of tomato sauce could soak through clothes.
The date was a trainwreck so far but I figured there was no way to mess up sitting in front of a screen for two hours.
I kept my hands stuffed in Sunset’s jacket, attempting to keep warm as we walked up the steps leading to the movie theater. Thankfully, the ride there was short, and at least Sunset seemed to be in better spirits than I was. The date was alive—horribly disfigured, but alive and salvageable.
There was also the ice cream to look forward to.
We took our seats in what I believed to be the optimal seats for getting the best screen-to-theater ratio. This was also the first time I took a full breath since the whole “kiosk” incident.
“Hey, do you want anything from the concessions?” I asked, dropping my bag in the chair.
“Could you get me some jelly beans, please?”
I nodded and stuck out my thumb like an overeager Girl Scout. “You got it, dude.”
The faint smell of buttered popcorn was warm, enticing, and always led to the concession stand full of criminally overpriced treats. The rational part of me knew that movie theater chains made most of their profits from the food rather than ticket sales, but I couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit annoyed.
“It’s the experience,” my father would say. “Nothing beats a sharing silver screen, a gallon of soda, and a bucket of popcorn with your best girl.”
Of course said bucket of popcorn carried a 1,275% markup with it.
I stood in line and toyed with my phone to pass the time. Apparently, The Elements had moved from an eighty-nine percent approval to eighty-seven. The two percent drop, while small, made me even more anxious.
When I got to the front, I dug into my pockets. “Uh, can I get a box of jelly beans, medium popcorn, and a small soda?”
“I don’t know,” the guy behind the counter said, an amused grin on his face. “Can you?”
I gritted my teeth but quickly realized that this was most likely his only hope of entertainment for the night. Simply ignoring it and dropping a handful of money on the counter seemed like the best, non-confrontational course of action.
The clerk picked through the money. “You’re five short. It’s twenty-five sixteen.”
Starswirl on a bike! That’s expensive.
I dug in my pocket and dropped another five on the stack.
“Enjoy your movie.”
“You too,” I said, immediately realizing my mistake. The guy behind the counter snickered before depositing the cash in the register.
“You too,” he mumbled under his breath.
Trying to forget the exchange, I walked into the still-lit theater. I looked up to the aisles, noticing some boy roughly my age sitting right next to Sunset. Her arms were crossed and she had her feet on top of the seat in front of her. Even I didn’t need a whole book on body language to figure out that she wasn’t the least bit interested in the conversation.
I made my way over to the top and the boy caught sight of me.
“Is he bothering you?” I asked, attempting to sound cool as I placed the drink in a cupholder.
“Nope, not really,” Sunset dismissed nonchalantly. “Meet my girlfriend, Twilight.”
My heart skipped a beat. Girlfriend?
The color drained from the boys face. “G-girlfriend?”
Sunset chuckled. “Yep. You never had a chance, buddy.”
“Y-you lead me on!”
“Nah, I just sat here. It’s you who tried to flirt.”
Indignant, the boy balled his hands into fists and stormed off.
“What was that all about?” I asked, taking my seat next to Sunset.
“I dunno,” she said while reaching for the box of candy. “I guess some people can’t take a hint.”
She popped a jelly bean into her mouth as the lights dimmed. As the previews played, I found myself unable to really focus on them. Instead, I kept wondering if Sunset’s use of the word “girlfriend” was legitimate or just something she said to get the guy to back off.
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Sunset jammed her spoon into her ice cream. “The villain was probably my favorite part.”
“Oh yeah, definitely. The first movie was a solid stepping stone, but I’m glad I was finally able to see Discord on the silver screen. I wasn’t disappointed.”
“There was a first?” Sunset asked.
“Oh yeah, it was cute, tightly paced, and pretty funny, but I don’t think it had much staying power. But I will admit that it was definitely better than it had any right to be. The sequel on the other hand…”
“The best,” Sunset cheered, swirling her ice cream with the plastic spoon.
“Well, yeah. It definitely rehashes some ideas from the first, but at least it’s trying something new.”
“Do you think there will be a third?”
“Doubt it,” I said, taking a rather large spoonful of chocolate ice cream. “Unless it does really well at the box office.”
I broke into a coughing fit.
“Oh, horseapples! Are you okay, Twilight?”
“I’m fine,” I answered with a gasping wheeze.
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When Sunset got to my place, I realized that still wanted to be with her despite all the catastrophes that went on during the date. When she stopped at the driveway, I was still holding on to her, not wanting to let go.
“It’s getting pretty late,” she said as she helped me off the bike.
I nodded, failing to hide my eager smile. With a short bounce in my step, I let Sunset walk me to the front door, and we were standing under the dim porch light.
In all the movies and in all the shows, the characters discussed a short review of the date and ultimately decided whether the relationship would continue on. It was the moment of truth, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious. But still, holding Sunset’s hand kept me calm.
We were smiling, almost basking in the moment. After everything, the world was still spinning, and Sunset and I were okay. We stood out in the porch, both silent as neither of us wanted to be the first to speak.
It started with a stifled chortle, which grew with a hesitant giggle, and finally we exploded into a fit of laughter.
“That was…” Sunset trailed off.
“A disaster,” I finished.
“It was... interesting—but a good interesting,” she said with a breathy chuckle. “I had fun, Twilight.”
“I did too.” I felt my heart flutter. “D-do you think we can... do it again?”
“In your dreams,” she said. Not sure what to think, I stared down at my shoes. Her face flared in surprise, and she bit her lip. “I meant that in the sense that we’re going to bed soon.”
“Oh.”
There was a short lull, and we just stood there, not knowing what to say, not wanting to acknowledge the inevitable.
“Goodnight,” she whispered, hesitantly, under her breath.
I nodded. “Goodnight.”
The moment was perfect. It was a cool, breezy night and we were under the glow of the moon and stars, the soft hum of Sunset’s motorcycle in the distance. She was smiling, inching in closer, leaning forward.
It was perfect...
Up until I shook her hand and ducked inside the safety of my house.
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Oh, Twi. This reminds me way too much of me and my wife's first date, so I guess you don't need to worry too much.
Poor Twilight. It has become quite evident that she is simply the universe's butt monkey.
This story makes me squirm from secondhand embarrassment in the best way possible. I love it. Can't wait for more.
Just.....amazing.
This was a cute chapter. Loved Twilight's contingency plan and backfire and the twist on exactly what ruined the moment at the end.
That ending got me.
Adorable chapter, and I still say it could have gone worse. Nothing was set on fire.
That was the best first date ever! I loved every second of it.
That was adorable!!!!
Damn, Twilight is too awkwardorkably CUTE!!! x'D
But she deserves to have at least 1 succesful plan x'D
I still want to see what could happen if other girl actually has a crush on Twilight, will Sunset get jealous at that girl?
THANKS FOR THE CHAPTER
That was amazing
You got to pack a mint.
My favorite part! I had to hold my laughter in to avoid waking my roommate!
Now I just want to see that picture of Twilight in a dress.
uhlast chapter twilight said sunsets favorite book was a daring do book so she should know sunset reads daring do
also what was the movie they saw based on the avengers?
7214161 She's asking so it could start a conversation, not because she didn't know. It definitely wouldn't be socially acceptable for her to be like, "Hey, I took notes and extensively researched all your likes and dislikes."
Though, that would have made for an interesting conversation.
The Elements is a totally vague superhero team name, so go crazy with whatever movie it could be. Though, I almost gave it the subtitle: Age of Discord :P
7214384 hehe they should just be glad they did not watch the mysterious mare do well vs hyper gal
Lord almighty I about died from this chapter
OMG! This chapter is completely full of laughs. My all-time favourite was the codeword gag.
Oh gosh. If a pun wasnt enough from cute awkward adorable...
Was this a Steven universe reference? 😂😂
Wow....wasnt that the second time she left awkwardly when Sunset wanted to kiss her?
Also, I have a small theory that maybe a few days after the 'the sunlight accident' Sunset started to want to go out with Twilight but she stuck to her guns and waited paitently until Twilight got her cast off. I can imagine that she started crushing on Twilight.
"...crossed arms mean that a person is closed off." I hope people don't think that of me, because I'm doing that pretty often when I don't know where to put my hands when I have to listen do someone or when I'm observing something. Is it the slight Asperger's or is it still normal?
No she's still your mother 😂
You really messed up now twilight.
Oofity
I don't blame twilight for what she wants to do with her future, I'd say go for it.
I think velvet did that on purpose so she wouldn't leave and get to know who she's dating.
Don't give up now twilight, you have barely even tackled what else the night has planned for you.
Jeez, but most first dates at times don't do so well, so can't argue there. 🙄
Never thought I'd ever hear twilight say that.
It's just 2 percent, it's not that bad.
So close to having a kiss. Darn!
TWILIGHT!!!.
Okay, now I’m certain. It is the teenage-ness of this story rearing its head. We’ve done the drama, we’ve done the suspense, and we are back, full-force, into sympathy-laugh-cringe-your-heart-out territory. Really does seem that everyone’s out to get poor Twi here (even the guy at the tills, for goodness’ sake), but you keep the tone light-hearted enough that it’s not painful to read.
And, well, she doesn’t exactly help herself sometimes…
twilight twinkle... oh sparky think more on that
SPARKY REALLY? (id do the same thing)