A Flower Like No Other
Another day in Canterlot City, a day much like any other. Dim… cold… not that much a surprise at all. It doesn't help that it's already late autumn on this day of days. Still, the gloomy atmosphere does not stop the young girl from cursing up a storm. It’s as if the weather itself seemed intent, if not determined, to cut her free time short and force her home just as she is on the verge of making progress.
“A couple more lines,” She thought to herself. “Just a couple more lines… is that too much to ask? I need only to finish this one picture, can you give me that?"
Blowing upon her numbing hands, as a chilly breeze sweeps over the landscape, the girl quickly yet clumsily jots down her work. Once she completes her sketch, she looks upon her work. Five pages worth of a week’s bit of time on one of her favorite pastimes… drawing. In this case, drawing pictures of some of the flowers blooming in the park. Judging by the progress she has made her craft is polishing very nicely.
*RING!!!*
Just adjacent from the park, where she keeps to herself, the chiming of the bells signal the beginning of lunch break at the high school. Although it is the middle of summer, technically speaking, summer activities and clubs usually run during this time... most of which Wallflower has no intentions of getting involved with. Normally Wallflower usually takes this time to privately finish her work before everyone else. Hence why she prefers spending her time in the park. Not that anyone cares to notice, she has a habit of being invisible to everybody.
“Three, two, one…” The girl whispered, to herself.
On cue, distant chatter fills the air as the once quiet park fills with the hustle and bustle of life. A gathering of students either deciding to have lunch outside or simply in search for company. The girl, however, is far from pleased with the concept itself. Collecting her papers into one single pile, the girl lifts the hood of her sweatshirt over her face and shielding her eyes.
The girl did not wish to attract anyone’s attention today, not at the risk of someone picking on her as per usual. The fact of the matter is plain and simple: She did not fit in among the crowd. A sore thumb in comparison to all the ‘happy’ kids from ‘good families’, their endless parties, their mindless gossip, and overall hobbies she can barely relate with. All she needs is to find herself a more ‘private’ place to draw and hopefully remain invisible for the majority of her time.
True, it may seem as if she’s mentally describing the way everyone is, but even she knows that’s far from the truth. Not all of them are ‘happy’ or came from ‘good’ homes, or at the very least not one to talk about. Out of all the youths gathering around outside, one in particular stands out the most. Someone the girl desperately tries to avoid at all cost… but to no avail.
“Hey Wallflower!”
Around the last minutes of the break, just when the girl gets up from the bench, a voice freezes her in place. She stands perfectly still, not bothering to raise her head. Yet in doing so, she hopes the intruder will take a hint and be on her way… but the moment the girl catches the familiar red-and-yellow lengthy hair waving in the wind it is not meant to be. She knows that hair very well… stemming from one Sunset Shimmer.
Not even as the bell rings again, even as neither girl move nor speak during that hour. She just stands there, a Styrofoam cup in one hand which she offers to one Wallflower Blush.
“Thought you might need this,” Sunset spoke. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”
Wallflower looks at Sunset for a second or two, as she cautiously reaches out for the cup. Once it is in the palm of her grasp, she peers down and examines the contents carefully. Just her luck, it is hot chocolate coffee, the recognition alone makes her chuckle. Blew against the hot beverage softly, cooling it down just a tad, she takes the first sip. A sigh escapes her lips as the soothing taste tickles her throat.
“Thanks…” Wallflower spoke softly.
Needless to say, despite the gesture, Wallflower did not feel she owes anything. Especially not to the one girl whose life she tried to ruin. And yet… and yet things changed since the last time they talk. She remembers that moment very well…
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They first met, earlier that fateful summer. A season in which Wallflower spent her free time, in the park all the time. It was there she found a rather pleasant reprieve from her dysfunctional family. Whatever she decided to do in the park, Wallflower found bliss doing what she’d like: drawing. Mostly drawing any kind of flower she feels like whether it be ferns, tiger lilies, or even Sunflowers. Whatever flowers she had in mind, whatever helped her pass the time, she found something to take her mind off life aside from gardening.
But during those last few weeks, she tried her hand at another hobby through sketching flowers. Granted, her initial attempts were nowhere near as good as the more prominent figures in artistic history. But the more she practiced, until she had her vision just right, the better she became. That was what she meant to do, to get better and better until her craft improved so much that eventually folks will notice her talent and not the invisible girl hiding in the background.
And then one day… ‘she’ came along. The bacon-haired girl, roughly around her age, stopping by the bench while Wallflower was minding her own business. One shadow cast upon the green-haired girl and that was more than enough to draw Wallflower’s attention. Casting her eyes toward Sunset Shimmer standing before her.
“Can I sit down?” Sunset asked.
Without a single word, Wallflower moved aside providing just enough space for her to sit. Even though she could see there ‘are’ other benches in the park, offering plenty of places to sit, she didn’t make a comment. Otherwise, Sunset Shimmer would’ve taken the comment as an invitation for a conversation… not that Wallflower minded. And yet, for a while, all they did was sit in silence. Until Sunset turned her head and noticed that Wallflower was keenly focused on her own writing.
“May I ask what you’re drawing?” Sunset asked.
Wallflower sent one quick, askew look but swallowed whatever words were on her tongue. Unable to say what she was doing… nor even to say something as simple as ‘Nothing’. Sunset Shimmer, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the fact that Wallflower was merely minding her own business.
“I can tell it’s not a school project,” Sunset continued, peeking over Wallflower’s shoulder. “Nope, you’d need textbooks for that. Seems far too detailed, far too many cross lines. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were putting together a portrait.”
Wallflower didn't say a word nor even acknowledge that the girl beside her was ‘on the dot’. But by the slightest motion on her face, it’s as if Sunset knew that this girl ‘was’ listening even when everything else said otherwise.
“I admire people who draw pictures,” Sunset continued. “I dabble in some drawing myself… what do you like to draw?”
But again, Wallflower did not answer. Either she had no idea what to say or she hoped that if she kept quiet then maybe Sunset would go away. But the silence only made Sunset Shimmer more curious than ever.
“You don’t seem to talk very much, do you? I’m Sunset Shimmer, it’s nice to make your acquaintance.”
She extended an hand toward the girl, offering Wallflower the chance to shake and introduce herself. But not bothering to spare the outstretched hand a second look, Wallflower shoved all her papers into her knapsack.
“Excuse me!” Wallflower simply said.
And just like that… Wallflower left, leaving Sunset Shimmer sitting on the bench alone. The girl merely looked on as Wallflower disappeared in the distance, more confused than disappointed that she let so abruptly. But as it would turn out, whatever Sunset lacked in respect for privacy, she’d make up for it in obstinance.
From that day on, since their first initial meeting, Sunset Shimmer popped up whenever and wherever Wallflower happened to be at the park. The first few days, it started off as slightly amusing. Then eventually it started to become a bit of an annoyance. Yet little by little, Wallflower’s patience waned thin each time Sunset Shimmer made her presence felt.
And then, something changed…
One day came and went, only for Wallflower to realize something… Sunset Shimmer being around had merit. Though how did it all come to pass? Had Sunset finally learned to keep silent? Restrain herself to a casual greeting or a few general remarks? Or maybe Wallflower herself eventually discovered how to keep her temper on a leash? To stop running away when the offer for company is handed out? So many questions rang in Wallflower’s head, but not enough answers to justify the means. Whatever the case, a change did take place… and the girls actually did enjoy each other’s company.
Ever since, whatever time the girls had to spend together felt like an eternity. Like a gentle breeze surrounding them, the girls felt more and more comfortable… too comfortable at times, but pleasant just the same. Even if Wallflower still needed the time to make her drawings, she at least felt comfortable enough to allow a second opinion from the girl sitting next to her.
“This picture is very good,” Sunset pointed out. “But it could use some more highlights on the petals and given a lighter shade along the stems. Just a suggestion.”
“Thank you,” Wallflower nodded.
Wallflower proceeded to apply the necessary correction. As an art teacher once instructed, ‘Mess it up, cover it up’. But as she dwelled on this error during those last few minutes, it dawned on her.
“Why are you even looking?” Wallflower asked, clenching her fist. “I thought we agreed whatever I’m doing you’d keep your nose out of my business!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you tense,” Sunset replied casually. “It’s just you looked so adorable when your lost in your thoughts. I was just curious as to what caught your attention, and well… I think you’re cute.”
“… Am not,” Wallflower mumbled.
Wallflower went back to drawing her flower, studying for any incriminating errors she previously overlooked. And while all that went on, Sunset Shimmer merely chuckled as she reeled her arms over the back of her head looking out toward the park ahead of her.
“If you say so…” She smiled gently. “You know what I find truly amazing? It’s your art. You may not think it so, but I believe you’ve got a great thing going on. Who knows? I’d love to see it myself when you’re finished. Maybe post it along the wall or something.”
Torn between accepting praise she felt undeserved and telling her off, Wallflower did the one thing she could do in moments like this… gathering her papers and taking off. Sunset watched her for a moment, as the girl once more left her behind. She shrugged as Sunset Shimmer leaned out to leave the bench.
“Sunset!”
Her voice stopped Sunset in her tracks, as she turned back toward the side. Wallflower had only taken a few steps before she looked back toward Sunset. And as Sunset stood anxiously, waiting to hear what the girl had to say, she waved.
“I’ll think about it,” Wallflower spoke. “Thanks!”
Having said her piece, Wallflower turned around and continued on her way. But not before Sunset Shimmer caught the faintest trace of a smile upon the girl’s face. Sunset Shimmer in turn smiled with a sigh, as she looked out toward her potential friend.
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But the day school began again, when all the students came back to Canterlot High, things changed once more…
That day, Wallflower had just begun to look forward to Sunset Shimmer’s company. Even though she didn’t ask for it, Wallflower actually admired the fact she was receiving attention from ‘anybody’. But as she walked down the halls, expecting to see Sunset just around the corner… she stopped. And there she was: Sunset Shimmer, with a company of schoolgirls tied alongside her. Her own little clique, all of them different and yet they clung together like glue.
As Wallflower observed, there never seemed to be a moment they were apart for more than a few steps. Even when Sunset did stop by to visit Wallflower’s bench, for the occasional greeting or two, they were always there. Straining their necks and ears just to know what was going… what Wallflower was doing. It was more attention than Wallflower ever asked for all at once and she had no idea how to handle it… and that’s what drove her crazy.
So the next time they showed up, Wallflower simply ignored them all… even Sunset. With a cap to hide the look in her eyes, she kept level with her papers and scribbled her cares away. Drawing pictures with no meaning, drawn with quick strokes of a pencil… as messy as they came out. Sunset seemed to understand, taking a hint even. The following day she told her entourage to wait a few steps away though it seemed they were rather dense. Because as it stands, they kept commenting over the situation between Sunset and Wallflower more consistently than ever.
And yet… despite all the doubts, all of it… there was something about Sunset’s constant presence with Wallflower that entranced her. Maybe it was the gaze of her cyan eyes, perhaps it was the depth of her voice, or it may as well have been her entire posture, the way her body language spoke out. That Sunset Shimmer would briefly draw herself from her friends, just to provide some attention to Wallflower, surely a sign of good will that no matter what the green-haired girl remained the center of attention.
But the girls… they’d still come with Sunset Shimmer. Wallflower didn't know her friends enough to know for certain, but she could imagine all the comments they have about the introverted girl. All the words, harsh and vile, that they’d never say to her face but were thinking just the same. Even as her attention wasn’t on the girls, when Wallflower looked at Sunset, she studied that smile on her face intensely. It comes off as polite, that same style, as if silently accepting—condoning even—whatever behavior is on their mind.
Until finally, after a few weeks, Wallflower’s patience completely ran out. For one fateful day, Wallflower didn't take her seat in the park as before. But instead, she waited for Sunset Shimmer right by the high school gate. And as the girl passed by, Wallflower followed her footsteps. The cap overshadowing her eyes, to hide the obvious anger upon her face… but a message was to be made clear.
“Sunset!” Wallflower called out.
Her cry was so loud it was more than enough for Sunset Shimmer to turn around and look toward the girl. And though she could not be level with Wallflower’s eyes, hidden away by that cap, the latter can read Sunset’s gaze. A trace of confusion, as if oblivious over what drew Wallflower to call out in that tone. But Wallflower merely approached the girl, standing just close enough so her breath could reach her face.
“This has… to stop!” Wallflower continued. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I am nobody’s charity case! You want to improve someone’s image, you want to reach out to somebody, find somebody else! Just… just leave me alone!”
Wallflower did not even wait for a response, nor even a chance for Sunset Shimmer to reach out. With her knapsack over her shoulder, she turned around and walked away ignoring any attempt to draw her back.
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It was right after that speech Wallflower gave up on ever going back to the park. Even though a few days already passed, she figured Sunset Shimmer knew she’d be there. She tried to continue her drawing at home, and it helped… if only for a short while. But between her parents’ constant arguments over the smallest things, there was no room for her to focus.
Then, a week later, she found herself occupying her favorite bench in the park… against all warnings over the weather. Just before lunch, she already organized her personal effects as if ready to leave should ‘they’ approach her. And just as Wallflower suspected, Sunset did appear in the park… along with her zealous entourage behind her. There they were, squealing praise and begging for attention. Wallflower began to stand up and be on her way… only to see the girls turned a corner… and the disappeared.
At first, Wallflower felt a sense of relief… that she could return to her solitude and not be bothered. And yet, she felt a pang of sadness just the same. Quite unexpectedly, given how used she’s been to be invisible from the world. Yet the longing for those eyes to look at her, like she did before… she missed those eyes. To hear that voice resound in her ear, whether to point out a mistake or ask those meddlesome questions, even inquiring for her name. Still, Wallflower was clear that the last thing she needed was a prim, proper damsel with philanthropic tendencies.
Despite that, however, she found herself hoping to see Sunset Shimmer again the next day. But by the time lunch break commenced, a wave of disappointment washed over Wallflower as she saw her surrounded by her friends. The same as it happened the following day, and the day after that. And Wallflower found herself spending every moment in the park, sitting alone on her bench, growing more and more bitter by the hour. Not that she was completely disappointed; matter of fact, she should have known it would end like this. Sunset leaving her was the moment she realize she’d gain nothing from this relationship, much less attempting to establish a friendship.
For Wallflower, this wasn’t the first time it happened. In all her years, most people have gone and ditched the poor girl. It had only been her teenage years, but no—her entire life was rough. Countless times, people like Sunset would sneak past her defenses and just when Wallflower started to loosen up… they leave. And every time they take a part of her with them. Been there, done that, countless times.
And then one day, Sunset finally came on her own. Not a trace of her group of friends were seen, not that Wallflower paid any attention. The bacon-haired girl stopped before Wallflower’s bench, greeting her quietly yet audible enough so Wallflower could hear. True, she did peak her head from under her hood… but no words came from her mouth. Instead she resumed her drawing, keeping herself introverted as if not wanting to risk falling for the same stupid trick. All Sunset could do was stand by, watching silently.
*RING!!!*
The chiming of the bells, marking the end of her break, signaled Sunset Shimmer to leave. And since Wallflower was in no mood to talk, a sigh escaped Sunset’s lips before she gave in.
“See you tomorrow, Wallflower,” She spoke, before turning away.
“Tomorrow…” Wallflower spoke to herself. “Right…”
Not that tomorrow would be any different from today, it would be no good all the same. Least in this case there wasn’t an audience around to see how awkward it was already. If Wallflower hadn’t known any better, Sunset was denser than she appeared to be. As if Wallflower’s words flowed way over her head that day at the school gate.
“So why am I the one who’s disappointed?” Wallflower asked herself.
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And so it comes to this very day for Wallflower. Sitting upon the same bench, holding her cup of hot coffee, and Sunset Shimmer standing before her. And she stands there just the way Wallflower recalls, no words and none of her friends around. Wallflower can’t shake the feeling something is messing with her head, leaving her unable to determine what to think. But today of all days feels entirely… different.
“Can I sit down?” Sunset asked.
Wallflower looks up toward Sunset Shimmer, eyeing her cautiously. At this point, it is a ‘now or never’ scenario. And much to her surprise, Wallflower did not like the ‘never’ part. Patting the empty spot of the bench, right by her side, Wallflower gestures Sunset Shimmer to sit down as Wallflower moves to provide extra space.
“Thanks for the coffee,” Wallflower spoke quietly.
“You’re welcome,” Sunset replied.
"I'm sorry... about the things I said..."
"I know..."
At a glance, with the two girls sharing the bench, it seems nothing changed. Sunset Shimmer sitting on one side reading her book while Wallflower sketches a drawing. They throw in a few offhand remarks every now and then, but most often they sit in silence. Just to acknowledge each other’s company seems more than enough for either girl. If anything, it makes them feel more ‘comfortable’ if not content.
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Time passes at a blink of an eye, the last day of autumn fading off to pave way to winter. The weather itself threatens to put an end to the meetings between the girls. Although the option is always available, Wallflower did not wish for Sunset to meet-up at her place. The last thing Wallflower wants is to meet her family, at the same time she knew Sunset will feel just out of place in her own apartment as Wallflower feels every day.
“How about our school library, then?” Sunset proposed. “It’s quiet, everyone keeps to themselves, and even if our talking is at a minimum at least it wouldn’t be any different compared to the park.”
Wallflower faces Sunset with a skeptical gaze, pushing her numbing hands deep within her jacket pockets.
“Right, because I’ll blend so perfectly with the other students,” She snickered. “Guess I’ll see you next spring, Sunset.”
She gives Sunset an awkward handshake and leaves. But Sunset tugs her back toward her, her fingers clinging to her sleeve.
“I wasn’t finished,” Sunset spoke. “The library has plenty of private study rooms. If you’d still want to meet with me, I can find a book for you. If you’d like to, that is.”
Wallflower eventually turns back, showing Sunset something even she finds completely unexpected. Evenly white teeth on display from her thin lips, and glistening eyes brimming with emotions.
“I…” Wallflower swallowed, rapidly blinking. “I’d like that very much.”
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Following the plan, Sunset Shimmer books one of the study rooms for Wallflower’s sole use. As it turns out, the plan works better for her than either of them expected. This way, with just the two sharing a room, it allows them more quality time to spend together. Not that it means to feel anything special for Wallflower, most certainly not. Other than more opportunities to talk prior to previous attempts, Wallflower insists to herself nothing changed.
Except perhaps one notable habit that Wallflower finds herself doing… her more frequent smiles. Each time the two girls speak to one another, even over any personal topics, Wallflower’s lips curve wider and she feels more open to talk. In fact, just to find herself talking more openly in general, it is a surprise even for Wallflower.
One winter afternoon, the two girls sit in silence in that very room in the library. Their activities together are pretty straight forward: Wallflower applying corrections to her sketch details, while Sunset reads a page off some light novel. Though every once in a while, Sunset throws a glance or two toward her more silent companion. Not to say Wallflower did not notice what Sunset is up to.
“Can I help you with something?” Wallflower asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh no, it’s just…”
Shaking her head with a sigh, Sunset places a bookmark between the pages. Closing the book and placing it upon her lap, she turns her full attention toward Wallflower who looks back rather anxiously, if not confused.
“I was just thinking…” Sunset spoke up. “Christmas is coming up soon and I was wondering… what would you like?”
“I don’t know,” Wallflower shrugged. “I don’t really need much of anything. Figured I already have everything I need.”
“Ah, that’s not fair,” Sunset frowned. “Everyone gets something for Christmas. And besides, I figured if I found out what you’d like this way you can ask what I’d like…”
“You want to get something from me?” Wallflower repeated. “But I already… oh well, what would you like?”
For a brief moment, Sunset looks down attempting to hide her flushing cheeks.
“Let’s say it’s something… different. I wanted to ask this of you, but… I’m hesitant to ask because well I wouldn’t know how you’d react.”
Wallflower laughs heartily over her friend’s sudden discomfort.
“Unless it’s a naked photo, the worst I can say is ‘no’.”
“Aww… no nude pictures?” Sunset winked playfully.
Even though Sunset is clearly teasing, Wallflower still pouts as a blush forms heavily upon her cheeks. Soon enough, though, Sunset’s expression turns serious in a matter of seconds.
“Could you close your eyes, please?”
With a slight hint of curiosity, if not borderline suspicion, Wallflower complies with Sunset’s request. Soon enough, she can feel Sunset Shimmer lean closer. Her warm breath caressing along Wallflower’s face. And then… something soft, trembling touches Wallflower’s lips. Her own lips touches Sunset’s lightly, if not timidly… a feather-light, yet fearful kiss.
Wallflower’s eyes burst open, as she stares straightly into the crimson orbs of Sunset’s eyes. The depth of the feelings stirring within her made Wallflower’s breathing increase into deep gasps. After a few seconds, Sunset draws back as Wallflower stands there wide-eyed and in shock.
“I like you, Wallflower,” Sunset whispered.
But as Sunset scans Wallflower’s face, whatever she can find or not, any emotion has been stripped away over the little poise remaining. Realizing the impulsiveness of her actions, Sunset hides her face beneath her hands.
“I… I’m sorry… I should’ve…”
“I-I-I-It’s getting late,” Wallflower stuttered, gathering her knapsack. “I-I’m sorry. I-I have to go.”
Three paces to the door, Wallflower Blush stares toward the wooden structure, her hand clutches along the handle… but she stops. A sigh escapes her lips as she slowly turns her head toward a rather confused Sunset Shimmer.
“Don’t beat yourself over this, Sunset,” Wallflower spoke. “I don’t know how else to say this, but… I… I appreciate your feelings for me. I do… but this is all too new for me… too fast. I’m not used to being the center of attention or drawing notice, and I… I…”
Finally, Wallflower can no longer ignore the tight pain within her own heart. She immediately bursts toward Sunset Shimmer, embracing her in a hearty hug much to Sunset’s surprise.
“You’re important to me, Sunset Shimmer. I just don’t know if my feelings are the same as yours. Please… please try and understand…”
Time stands still for the girls, as Wallflower Blush pushes a stream of hair out of Sunset’s eyes. Her pale fingers frantically brush along her heated cheeks, as Wallflower gives a farewell kiss upon Sunset’s forehead. The blush upon Wallflower’s face intensifies as tears stream down her eyes.
“I want to meet you again,” Wallflower whispered. “I promise…”
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New Year’s Eve…
Wandering through the park, Wallflower quietly trots down the path. Once more, she drives herself away from another of her parents’ meaningless arguments one she neither cares about nor wishes to hear. Shivers course down her spine on this cold winter’s day, wearing nothing but her hoodie to keep her warm and her sneakers not strong enough to keep the chills off her feet.
Just as she leaves the park, it is then her eyes catch sight of all the lights emanating off the windows of the school library. Despite it being Winter Break, the facility seems open for some of the students. Many questions come to Wallflower’s mind: Was that self-study room still booked for her? Why should it be? When Christmas came and went, Wallflower figures Sunset called the whole arrangement off… or so she believes.
“Sunset…” Wallflower thought.
Ever since the one fateful day, Sunset Shimmer did not leave Wallflower’s thoughts. Not one single waking moment of Wallflower’s life did it ever happen. Sometimes at nights, Wallflower thinks of Sunset so often the very image of her haunts her dreams. Their one kiss… so unexpected revisits her memories time and time again. But the kiss itself she cannot believe to be the reason for her escape. On the contrary, Sunset’s affection for her is not what bothers Wallflower and neither the fact they are both girls.
Only after long, sleepless hours deliberating the circumstance in her head, Wallflower knows deep down of the source behind her unease. If she tells Sunset Shimmer the truth, of the family who never cares for her nor truly needs her… such an experience will destroy what they already have. The worst nightmare that haunts Wallflower most of all… is inadvertently hurting Sunset Shimmer. So caught in her fears, she barely notices the first cold raindrops splashing upon her face.
“Get a move on, Wallflower,” She thought. “It’s sink or swim now.”
The raindrops soon increase to a heavy downpour. Until eventually, she’s drenched from head-to-toe by the time she reaches the library. Just as she prepares to crossover to the very threshold, to escape the ongoing torrent, it just so happens she bumps directly into someone.
“I’m sorry!” Wallflower bowed deeply. “I didn’t see you! Won’t happen again!”
Wallflower is about to sidestep the other person, until…
“Wallflower?”
All at once, a familiar, uplifting voice draws Wallflower to turn back with a doubletake. For someone else’s eyes, Sunset appears to be her usual, collected self. Yet even Wallflower can notice instantly the slight trace of worry between her eyebrows, the eyelids drooping but a slight fraction from exhaustion, and the timid yet joyful sparkle within the crimson depths. And Sunset just looks as Wallflower as she stands in the rain holding an umbrella over her head to keep dry from the downpour.
Before Wallflower can say another word, Sunset draws her beneath her umbrella.
“Look at you!” Sunset replied. “You must be cold from all this rain. Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” Wallflower asked.
“To my home of course. Can’t let you walk in this rain and catch a terrible cold. A hot shower’s just what you need. And besides… I hoped you’d come back one day, as you said.”
“Yeah…” Wallflower nodded. “Sorry I took so long… a shower would be great right now.”
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The hot water sprinkles along Wallflower’s face, streaming down her naked body as she stands in the center of Sunset’s shower. How she allows her to drag Wallflower into the shower in the first place, she can’t for the life of her imagine why. Nor did she make the time to protest against the idea. Not that this feels wrong for Wallflower, yet it is difficult to know if this feels right at all.
“Why should Sunset Shimmer, one of the most popular girls in school, care for someone like me?” Wallflower asked herself. “I’m the one who rejected her feelings in case she forgot. Did she think this offer will have me grant her some form of gratitude? Or at least a specific form of it?”
There was nobody in the apartment aside from her and Sunset Shimmer. It doesn't take long to put two-and-two together that Sunset Shimmer apparently lives on her own. Wallflower did not know why, nor she thought to ask when they came here. Still, the offer for a hot shower after being in the cold rain is simply too much of an offer to turn down. Hardly anyone Wallflower knows can offer something this nice before and in a way it feels… nice.
A gentle knock along the bathroom door returns her to reality. Holding out her hands over the pouring water, she splashes her face, slaps her cheeks, and turns the shower handle till the water itself stops. Stepping carefully out of the shower, she takes a towel hanging along the bar and quickly dries herself. As she wraps the bath towel around her slim figure, her memories of her time with Sunset Shimmer returns to her.
Since the chance meeting at the park, it is during this pivotal moment Wallflower realizes one important fact… how much she misses Sunset every day since. Missing her more than any other person Wallflower thinks of or ‘ever’ thinks about in her lifetime. Not even her own family is thought of as much as Sunset. Wallflower did not always think about the subject of love nor did it ever occur to her how moving it is.
But if this is truly what love feels like, the kind of love Sunset willingly shared with her, then Wallflower is ready. Ready to give herself away with no second thought because Sunset Shimmer has given her a new lease on life. And if this hour in Sunset’s bathroom changed any initial perspective on Sunset she initially holds within, Wallflower is ready to do anything necessary to win Sunset’s heart. Or else risks losing this opportunity and possibly Sunset Shimmer… forever.
With this new-found resolve swelling up within her, Wallflower opens the bathroom door and finds Sunset Shimmer standing there. Before Sunset Shimmer can utter a single syllable, Wallflower leans forward… and kissed her directly on the lips. A kiss so quick, so clumsily, out of desperation even but still…it is a kiss, nonetheless.
After a few seconds, which feels like an eternity, Sunset Shimmer leans back, drawing her breath. Stunned beyond words, Sunset looks upon Wallflower with a face as pink as the petals of a cherry blossom. Contrary to everything Wallflower expects to happen, she didn’t lean in for more. Instead, she just holds out a pair of night clothes bundled in her very arms.
“I… brought some pajamas for you to change,” Sunset spoke softly. “A tad loose, but certainly more comfortable than… this.”
Sunset points toward the bath towel, which by now starts to slowly come undone. Raising her brows utterly confused, Wallflower slowly peers her eyes below her… and finally noticed the loose towel briefly showing the highlights of her breast. Quickly clutching the towel upward, blushing brightly, she takes the pajamas with her one free hand with a silent nod of thanks and closes the bathroom door shut.
As Wallflower Blush discards the towel and gets herself dressed, the girl quakes over her sudden actions.
“Did I really just do that?” Wallflower thought to herself. “Did I... just fling myself… at her?”
Regardless of what Wallflower believes, it’s all or nothing for her at this stage of her life.
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This time round, Wallflower enters Sunset’s room all dressed for bed with a stride that’s much coyer. And before her very eyes, Wallflower finds Sunset. The girl sits herself atop her bed, all dressed in her own pajamas. She pats along the free space on the bad, to which Wallflower complies and sits right beside her. Wallflower’s eyes brim fondly as she looks upon Sunset Shimmer.
“Wallflower, did you mean to kiss me like that?” Sunset asked nervously.
Wallflower nods in response, her gaze focused upon her clasped hands. A happy, content sigh escapes Sunset’s lips before she continues.
“Could you stay the night, then?” Sunset asked. “Please? I’d love to celebrate the New Year with you.”
Wallflower ponders over Sunset’s choice of words. Celebrating the New Year… that’s how Sunset is calling it. If Wallflower did not know any better, she asked Wallflower to wear these pajamas so she can… unwrap her gifts. Not that Wallflower minds as much, but still… everything is happening so fast. Sunset Shimmer, seemingly worried and slightly disappointed for not getting an answer right away, studies Wallflower’s face carefully.
“Unless you have other plans for the night?” Sunset continued. “With your family, maybe?”
“NO!” Wallflower spoke suddenly. “I mean… no. I-I-I… I don’t have any plans. My family… well… it’s a complicated story.”
Wallflower gulps a huge lump down her throat, her fingers twiddling upon the very hem of the pajama shirt. She does not even say it with words, but just the very mention of her family makes Wallflower feel uncomfortable.
“I want to celebrate New Year’s,” Wallflower nodded quickly. “With you… just with you. I’d want that very much.”
Wallflower closes her eyes tightly, waiting for the girl to likely pounce her like an animal… but none came. Instead, Wallflower feels a pair of arms wrap around her. A quick, heartfelt hug and… the smell of chocolate, tickling Wallflower’s nose.
"Chocolate?"
Wallflower slowly lifts her eyelids, chancing to take a peek. Sunset leans toward her counter and picks up two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coasters. One cup in particular is loaded to the brim with marshmallows, as if it is specifically made for Wallflower herself. As Wallflower tentatively reaches for the mug offered to her, Sunset reaches for the remote.
“Thank you for the Christmas gift, by the way,” Sunset replied.
To say Wallflower is most confused or unable to catch on is quite apparent on her face. Chuckling and shaking her head, Sunset Shimmer reaches toward the drawer, pulls it open, and digs with one hand inside. Sunset soon pulls out a piece of paper and shows it to Wallflower. When Wallflower looks at the paper, her eyes widen immediately as she recognizes it…
A portrait of the Erysimum ‘Chelsea Jacket’, the most brightly colored flower Wallflower put together. The top parts of the plant’s petals are a brilliant amaranth, while the bottom petals are a light apple green. The same colors that match a certain girl Wallflower has shown interest in.
“Unless I was wrong assuming you drew this for me,” Sunset added.
“Oh yes… I remember this one!” Wallflower chuckled, sheepishly rubbing her head. “Yes, I drew this picture a while ago. You always wanted to see one of my drawings and I decided this one would be for you. Didn’t turn out exactly how I planned, but I put a lot of thought into this picture… you like it?”
She pauses for a moment to take a sip of cocoa, her face hidden behind the mug. She waits to determine what Sunset thinks as she studies the picture closely.
“It’s a very beautiful picture, Wallflower,” Sunset nodded. “But there’s something I admire more than just the picture.”
“What?”
Placing the picture gently along the sheets, Sunset Shimmer’s eyes lock with Wallflower’s curious gaze. And without uttering so much a single word, Sunset Shimmer leans toward Wallflower’s face… and plants a firm, tender kiss upon her lips. This time, there is no holding back between the two girls as the passion between them ignites like a candlelight. It feels like an eternity between the two, the taste of one another passing along as their hands brush along the cheeks of their faces. Until after a period or two, they draw themselves back and smile to one another. And Wallflower immediately knows just what Sunset means, no words necessary.
All at once there is an explosion, a series of flashing lights, as the girls turn out toward the window. Fireworks begin to explode around the city, the song ‘Auld Lang Syne’ bellowing out from the streets as the people cheer for the new year. The two girls silently admire the lights, one year of their lives passing on to a new period of time. A time of a fresh new start between the girls, one of which they shall cherish between one another. And even though the girls may still have much to learn from one another, whatever lies ahead from this moment forth… at least this time they’ll do it together.