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While my eyes were closed, all I heard was the light rattling of metal bumping into each other.

Handcuffs?

Handcuffs? Man, I knew sh'es probably a little bit on the freaky side, but not like that!

"Okay Anon, go ahead," Rarity finally said, sounding like she was giving me a doggy treat or something.

I opened my eyes and to my disappointment: it was not a naked white girl with handcuffs and a condom wrapper in her mouth: It was a set of keys that looked like they belonged to an expensive car.

"Did you buy me a car?" I asked.

"No, Anon! As a reward, you get to help me pick out fabric at the flea market today."

"So, my reward is being your assistant for the day?"

"Yes," she answered non-apologetically.

Normally, I would of laugh her the fuck out of my house. But, I had nothing to do today, and it was the most beautiful girl in the whole damn town, so the choice was a little bit easier to make.

"Alright, just give me a minute to get dressed. Unless you want to stay-"

"Ill be outside," she said in a hurry.

Luckily, I always kept a fresh pair of last minute "going out" clothes handy for a situation like this. Usually, it would be a more urban set, but, around here it would just make people look at you funny. Instead, I choose something more causal without looking like some common thug. After getting my phone, headphones, wallet, and condom in my pocket; Rarity and I made our way out the door, with a promise to my grandparents I would be back before dinner.

"Rarity, how..." I asked, mesmerized by the fact this teenage girl was driving a Trotfrari. Not exactly the modern, sleek ones, but the fact she was driving a fucking luxury car was nothing to sneeze at.

"Oh, this old thing? My father gave it to me as a hand me down for my birthday."

I noticed a few things about this car as I walked around it: From the 90's, but it looked like it just came fresh from the assembly floor. At this point, I didn't care how old it was, I wanted to see it in action.

Big Mistake.

I wanted to scream, really I did. It felt like Rarity was one wrong move from both of us ending up like Paul Walker. The way she weaved in and out of the two lane road through the forest to the drive-in theater outside of town was something out of an action movie.

"So" I said in my best non-screamish voice. "How did you end up with a 90's Trotfari?"

Rarity answered nonchalantly. "My father was the starting quarterback of the 93' Fillidelphia Eagles (that won the superb owl that season). He retired and started a chain of car washes."

"Well, explains the car!" I said, as she missed the turn, and made an impromptu u-turn that made the air smell like burned rubber.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1y_9xLw1ooc

It was pretty cool for a late summer day, a warm 80 degrees. The flea market was a bustling little temporary village of stalls with all types of items, food, or even services sold. It varied from glorified garage sales to even a psychic offering palm readings.

The shoppers were a mix between families enjoying their Saturday morning, and elderly couples antiquing. Rarity and I were probably the only teens in the place: or so I thought.

As I was carrying the few small bags of fabrics and nick knacks that Rarity decided would be good for a new line she was working on, A burning question entered my mind.

"Hey Rarity, I know I'm not the only one you've dragged to do your dirty work. What happened to the last guy?"

"Oh him. He became... too clingy."

"I see."

"Stay here Anon! I see a fabric sale!" Rarity commanded as she went inside a tent.

I took the time to make a couple of texts to Summer Song.

"Don't get too comfortable being her lapdog."

"What?" I asked the voice coming from behind me without turning around.

"She thinks she can do ok without me, but she does not know she needs me. She is nothing without me."

"Bro, I don't know you. And, I really suggest you back off before we do some conflict resolution right here," I answered

"Why did you come to this town? I suggest you do go back to that zigger infested hellhole you came from."

I turned around with a clinched fist, ready to start swinging.

Nothing.

No one was behind me.

I felt maybe it was the heat that was bugging me

It's not even that hot.

That still didn't stop me from getting some lemonade from a nearby stall and waited for Rarity to finish up. The rest of the day was uneventful, minus running into Fluttershy, where we were formally introduced. It seemed that Fluttershy was out and about looking for deals for animal feed, and met some success. From morning, to afternoon, to sundown, we went through a few sweeps of the place and filled the entire trunk of Rarity's car with clothes, fabric, and accessories.

"So Rarity, ever thought of going into modeling?" I asked, while Rarity took a much more calmer drive back into town.

"All my life I was told to model. I like to model, but designing is my calling in life."

"You could do both."

"Anon, good looks can only get you so far in that business. I would rather have a lifetime career in fashion design than to spend ten years being a model."

After that, our conversation turned into playful flirting and jokes. Sadly, It ended with us stopping at my house. As soon as Rarity stopped at my house, she leaned to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you Anon, you helped me alot today."

We shared a hug, which gave me a giant smile on my face as I made my way out of her car.

Rest of the night was uneventful and predictable for the first time in a long while. My grandparents drank, and I spent the rest of the evening texting Summer Song.