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Chapter Three

The sounds of cars and passerby’s on the street below drifted their way through the open window of Dash’s bedroom. Dash was sat cross legged on her bed, surrounded by a mess of books, paper and pens, all filled with various scribbles and half finished idea’s for songs. She’d spent all morning trying to perfect a new song on her guitar, going through the hand motions and memorising the chord changes and strumming patterns, but to no avail. She leant over the side of her bed, and set her guitar and pick down on her equally messy floor, before flopping on to her back with a groan, crumpling the pages of an open book as she did.

She had a pain in her lower back from sitting hunched over her guitar and books for the best part of a morning, accompanied by a dull head ache from both the reading and the sun blinding her from her window. Dash lay still for a few more moments, before eventually admitting defeat and rolling off the side of her bed opposite to the one she had set her guitar down on.

She quickly got to her feet, stretching her arms over her head in a wide arc as she made her way out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen. She briefly grinned as she passed Pinkies door, noticing her usually loud roommate sound asleep, snoring loudly. Dash quietly closed the door, not wanting to ruin her friends lie in, and continued on into the kitchen.

Once there, she made a beeline for the fridge, opening the door and grabbing a bottle of water she’d put there the previous night. She then made her way back through the hall quietly and to the bathroom, in the hopes of finding a paracetamol for her headache. She opened the cupboard and quickly located the pills, popping two into her mouth, before washing them down with water from the tap.

Feeling more awake, Dash set about finding her running clothes, wanting to make up for the Pizza she and Pinkie had eaten last night. She discarded her loose fitting shirt and blue leggings for a more sleek looking pair of black running trousers and a light blue top. She tied her colourful hair up in a simple ponytail, and quickly located her trainers, which had been discarded at the foot of her bed along with various other items of clothing.

‘I really need to clean sometime huh’ Dash thought to herself, moving to grab her house key from her desk before stopping suddenly. Her eyes caught sight of the crumpled note Applejack had given her last night. Dash felt her face heat up as she remembered what happened, and she couldn’t help but smile as she looked over Applejacks number. She had written it in green ink, with a small doodle of an apple next to it, as if to remind Rainbow of who it was written by.

She let her eyes linger on the note for a few more seconds, before shoving off her desk almost violently, placing her house key in a safe pocket before making her way back towards the kitchen area. She snatched the bottle from the counter and made her way to the door, not bothering to wake Pinkie; she’d know where Dash was anyways, and it wasn’t likely she would be waking up any time soon.

Dash stretched her arms and shoulders as she brusquely made her way down the stairs: there was an elevator but she usually preferred to take the stairs, often times racing Pinkie, who would take the elevator while she took the stairs, to their apartment floor. More often than not, Dash would lose that race, the five flights of stairs managing to defeat the rainbow haired girl.

Dash internally hissed as she stepped outside, wishing she’d brought her sunglasses with her. She surveyed the street before her as she finished stretching, her eyes gliding over the cars and pedestrians that passed her by, taking another small drink from her water once she’d finished. She jumped in the air a few times, and set off as a brusque pace down the street, her route and destination already set in her mind.

Rainbow let her mind wander as she ran, replaying the events of the previous night in her head. Performing on that stage, and getting the reaction that she did was exhilarating. She’d never expected something like that, and the thought that people liked her singing was... well it was... amazing? Glorious? She didn’t know how to describe it honestly. She was sure of one thing though: the rush of adrenalin she felt on stage, the happiness she felt being able to play music for people other than her friends, that feeling of confidence, of feeling proud of herself, was something she never wanted to let go of.

Her train of thought was briefly interrupted as she paused to cross the busy road. She jogged on the spot while she waited for the light to turn red, glancing up and down the street as she waited. The light quickly turned green, allowing her to start running again. She continued at the same pace for a while, pushing her body harder than she usually would. Eventually, she was forced to slow down to a jog to have a drink, at last nearing the edges of town. The heat of the sun warmed her back as she paused momentarily to catch her breath.

And then there was after. There was Applejack. The time they’d spent together that evening had been amazing. Dash couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so much, not to mention met someone who she had so much in common with. What happened after however, confused her. She didn’t know how to feel about the kiss, the number, or any of it really. Pinkie had prodded her about it when she got home, but Dash had simply changed the subject.

She wasn’t upset: well that wasn’t true entirely. She enjoyed it, the kiss, Applejack, the banter, all of it. Something about the girl just... clicked in Rainbows head, like finding the missing piece of a puzzle. She was funny, caring, and she certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes. Dash began moving again, setting off in the direction of her home. She tried focusing on the rhythm of her feet on the asphalt pavement, but her mind wouldn’t let go of Applejack.

Rainbow wanted to call her, to hang out with her again. A small part of her had wanted to run into the night after Applejack kissed her, but at the time she’d been able to do little more than stand frozen in the doorway. The kiss was the most confusing part she surmised; she had everything in control until that point, until Applejack had taken her hands in her own and kissed her. Not that Rainbow minded, both at the time and after the fact.

As much as Rainbow was pained to admit, even to herself, she didn’t have a lot of experience romantically, with either men or women. Sure, she’d had partners before, but nothing serious, and nothing either party had invested much into before breaking it off. With Applejack however, something felt different from anything she’d experienced. Confusing emotions aside, the experience as a whole excited Dash; she wanted to see Applejack again, she wanted to get to know the apple farmer better.

As Dash reached her street, she slowed down to a jog, a large grin spreading across her face as she made her way to her apartment door. She quickly retrieved her apartment key from her pocket, finishing the last of her water as she unlocked the door and made her way inside.

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Once inside, Dash slowly climbed the stairs to her apartments level, taking her ponytail out and letting her hair fall loose around her shoulders again. She flicked a few errant strands from her eyes as she reached her apartment, quickly unlocking the door. The apartment was devoid of life, with nothing having moved from when Dash had left earlier that morning. She tossed her water bottle in the sink as she made her way through the kitchen and towards the bathroom, noting Pinkie’s still closed door as she walked by.

Dash set the shower to run while she changed, dumping her clothes in an untidy pile on the bathroom floor. She hummed happily to the tune of a song whose name she couldn’t quite remember as the hot water crashed against her face, running down her body and splashing against the white tub. After shampooing and rinsing her hair, she stood under the water for a few moments, enjoying the warmth it gave, before shutting it off and stepping out the shower. Dash towel dried herself as best as possible, wrapping the towel around her body before making a break for her room.

She quickly crossed the hall, the wall of cold air hitting her like a brick compared to the warmth of the shower. She quickly found some clothes to wear: a black hoodie and a pair of dark blue shorts, complete with a pink and while unicorn dressing gown she’d borrowed/ stolen from Pinkie Pie. She went to the kitchen to find some food, and was met by her half awake best friend upon entering.

Pinkie Pie had a serious case of bed head, with pieces of hair sticking every which way, complimented by the way she was hunched over a cup of coffee like it was the most important thing in the world to her. She looked up from the counter as Dash came through, her expression changing from a grimace to a small smile.

“Morning...” she began, yawning loudly before continuing, “Dashie. You sleep ok?”

“Pinkie, it’s two in the afternoon” Dash laughed as she glanced up at the wall clock. She refilled the kettle for her own coffee and put the powder in her mug, setting it to boil before leaning against the counter as she turned to face her friend.

“What time did you get home anyway?” Rainbow carried on while smirking. “I didn’t hear you come in”.

“Late... too late” Pinkie mumbled, flopping her head onto the counter as she continued to mumble incoherently about regretting her life choices, much to Rainbows amusement. She carried on like this while Dash poured her coffee, before lifting her head from the counter to retaliate to her friends teasing.

“I thought you’d of gone home with Blondie anyway” she replied, a smile creeping across her face as Rainbows own immediately lit up bright red. Pinkie giggled as she watched Dash stumble and stutter in reply.

“Well, I uh... I... um..” Dash stuttered, partially choking on her coffee while Pinkie laughed.

“Shut up” she eventually managed, trying to hold back her own laughter. She blew on her coffee while Pinkie downed the remains of her own, setting her mug to the side and propping her hand against her head to face Dash.

“So...” Pinkie began, “What did happen with you and Blondie?” she asked Dash, her tone more caring and reserved than before. “If you wanna say, that is”.

Dash fidgeted with the mug in her hand, drumming her fingers along the smooth surface while she thought of how to reply.

“Well, she uh... she walked me back home from the bar” Rainbow began, quietly at first before growing more confident.

“We managed to talk the whole way, and it wasn’t awkward for anything, it was... fun? Yeah! It was fun” Her face lit up slightly as she carried on, while Pinkie merely smiled happily at her friend. “She was so nice, and she seemed genuinely interested in, well me”.

“So she walked me home and made sure I got here all safe and dandy, then she... um...” she paused briefly, momentarily embarrassed to be sharing what happened with her friend.

“She um... she kissed me and gave me her number” Dash muttered out quietly as she looked down at her feet to avoid eye contact.

Pinkie remained silent for what seemed like forever to Dash, before letting out a quiet, high pitched squeak as she ran around the counter to tackle hug Dash, who stumbled back a few paces upon impact.

“I’m so happy for you Dashie” chirped Pinkie, releasing Dash from the death grip of her hug and bouncing back a pace or two to give her breathing room.

“Yeah, it’s uh... yeah, thanks” Dash replied stammering, scratching the back of her head and blushing.

“So, you gonna call her back?” Asked Pinkie eagerly. “I mean, it sounds like you want to, and she seems really cool from the sounds of it” she continued, smiling up at Rainbow.

“Well, I uh... I think I will” Dash spoke, setting her now empty mug down in the sink to rinse. “I know I want to see her again, if only to ask her why she... did what she did”.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it, I did ” Rainbow continued, turning to hide her face from Pinkie as she rinsed and dried her mug. “I’m just... curious, I guess. I don’t really know what it meant, I’m... well I don’t have any experience with this sort of thing”. She looked back towards Pinkie, locking eyes with her for a few moments as if looking for an answer.

Pinkie met her gaze, looking thoughtful for a moment while pushing a lock of hair away from her eyes, before replying to Dash.

“Dash, it sounds...” she began, before stopping herself with a sigh.

“I can’t really tell you what to do, it’s your life. But if it were me? I’d go for it. The worst that can happen is you don’t enjoy yourself, then at least you can say you tried right?”.

“Yeah, I guess your right” Dash replied, more confidently than before. “I’ll text her some time tonight then, and I guess we’ll take things from there?”.

Pinkie smiled and nodded at Dash as she slid off her seat, making her way towards her room. She came out moments later with her purse, slamming it down on the counter in front of Dash.

“Sounds like a plan, but first we’re going out for breakfast, my treat” She chirped happily, heading back to her room to find what Dash assumed were more sensible clothes than her bright blue pyjamas.

Dash smiled and shook her head, and began making her way to her own room to change, before a thought crossed her mind.

“It’s two in the afternoon dude” Dash laughed as she poked her head around Pinkies door. Pinkie merely shrugged her shoulders, eliciting another laugh from Dash as she left to get changed again.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the long ass wait, I’ve been kinda busy with my school exams and job and various life crap, so this chapters been sitting on the backburner for quite some time.

Let me know what you think about it