[Friday Morning]

I was sleeping with my head on my personal desk. Parchments, books, pencils, and quills were spread out before me after a long night of studying. The sun was just rising, and its rays were shining through my bedroom window, hitting right against my field of vision if I was awake.

I grumbled from the wake-up call, and closed my eyelids tighter. I was hoping to help dim the light against me at least a little when I did so, but that had no effect. I sat up, and rubbed out the crap that were in my eye sockets overnight. I put every amount of energy that was left in me to squint open enough for me to turn around, and see the alarm clock that was on my night stand. My eyes suddenly shot wide open as I looked at the time, and quickly levitated it closer to me to see if my vision was playing tricks on me.

“Crap! I’m going to be late!” I yelled as I shot up from my desk chair, and dropped my alarm clock that was turned off; the time showed it was 7:30. I grabbed my back pack, and quickly, yet neatly, stuffed my books, parchments, and school materials in it with my magic. My horn and objects were glowing a light blue aura around them. “Shitshitshitshitshit.” I rambled as I stripped out of my black boxers and white t-shirt, slipped on some navy blue briefs, and a pair of blue slacks. Letting my charcoal black colored tail go through the hole with each layer of clothing.

I then ran to my bathroom topless, splashing my face with water and drying it with a towel before I looked in the mirror. My light teal coat was somewhat clean, but the subtle bags under my crimson colored eyes, and my short-medium, charcoal black mane cow-licked to the side, made me look like one of those hung over, punk-type of ponies after a scuffle in one of those clubs I had heard about. I quickly fixed my mane to where it was mostly straight, carefully avoiding my sensitive horn as I did it, brushed my teeth, and applied deodorant at the same time with my magic before I dashed out the bathroom. I put on a white, short sleeved, button up shirt, tucked the trim in my slacks, and tied a belt through the loops before I got my back pack on me.

“See ya Bearbert!” I exclaimed to my stuffed bear that was lying on my bed before I ran and closed the door behind me. I quickly dashed down the stairs, the scent of breakfast wafting through my nose, and got to the kitchen where my mom, a white unicorn mare with a slightly frazzled, light green mane that stretched just below her shoulders and matching tail, wearing a pink bathrobe, was cooking eggs. I saw prepared toast already on the table, and quickly grabbed it with my magic.

“Grabbing breakfast to go today Mom! Late for school!” I yelled, ready to dash off the front door.

“School? Sweetie, there’s-.”

“I know! I’ll get the hearing later! Love ya bye!” I ran to the door until,

“School’s out today,” Mom interrupted, “it’s teacher’s work day.”

Caught off guard at the statement, I tripped on my own hooves, the momentum of the run enough for me to fly and hit the door face first before I slid down to the ground, lying on my stomach. I groaned in pain and annoyance as I got my mind straightened out, and remembered what day it was.

I should probably start this properly now that I’ve calmed down. My name is Cyan Dusknight. I’m a 14 year old, 5’6” tall unicorn stallion in my last year at Canterlot Junior High. I try to keep up with my grades the best I could, but my skills in unicorn magic was not very high for someone my age. The usual basic spells like levitation I could handle easily. A few minor spells like sound-proofing took more effort to cast, but I managed. The best spell I could cast right now was the force field spell; yet, it's small and it only lasts for two minutes before it disappears. I couldn’t get any further than that for some reason, no matter how much I studied and understood the concepts behind them. I try to make the most of what I had though. That’s what my dad always said. Speaking of whom...

“Did Dad leave for work early this morning?” I asked as I was eating my eggs and toast at the table.

“Yes. Your father is overseeing the progress of his squad’s training today at the Academy, and will be going at it until this afternoon.” Mom answered. “I have a day off today, so I decided to take it easy this morning.” She took a sip of coffee afterwards.

Both of my parents have jobs in the Royal Guard. My dad, Marine Dusknight, is the Commander of 13th squadron, if I remembered correctly. From what I’ve heard, he’s well on his way of becoming Colonel, and some think he could be one of the potentials to being next Captain of the Guard. He wasn’t interested in that though. He’s more into getting in the line of action when a crisis comes to where he was needed, but doesn’t want to spend too much time away from home.

My mom, Olive Cross, works as a nurse in the guard, and is said to be one of the brightest in the field of medicine and physical therapy. You can probably guess where my parents met before they had me. Quite a young age at that, as they’re only in their early 30s now, yet they look like they’re still in their prime. For them being in the guard, there were some days they had to be out of the house longer than usual. Mom would be out for a day, maybe two at the most, but Dad would go from a couple days, to even as much as two months.

I’ve gotten used to being on my own while they were out during those times. Mom would leave dinner for me to heat up some nights, while others I would make something quick and easy. I may not be the best cook, but I was able to manage.

Of course, I still get worried when Dad’s gone for long periods sometimes, but a part of me just knew he would come back at some point. I’m lucky to have ponies like him and my mom as my parents. I don’t get lonely when they’re gone though, as I have my two best friends to keep me company. If they were busy, and I didn't have much to study for school, I'd use that extra time to practice casting spells.

“I think I’ll see what Roxxie and Teala are doing today,” I said. “I’m not feeling up to studying after last night.” I got up and stretched after I had finished breakfast.

“Okay Cyan,” Mom responded. “Just don’t stay out too late. Tonight we’ll be having your favorite for dinner.”

“Lasagna?” I asked before she nodded in response with a smile. “YES! But what’s the occasion?”

“Just a good luck dinner for your tests next week, especially the U test. I know you’ve been studying hard for that lately.”

“Yeah, I need to study hard if I want to move up to high school with my friends. I swear, even with my highest of grades, I still barely manage to move up with the lack of magic skill I have.” I looked down with my ears folded before Mom placed her hands on my shoulders in support, and met my gaze with her emerald eyes.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” Mom started. “I’m sure you’re just slow in developing in your magic, and that’s okay. It just means that you have great potential for amazing things ahead of you. Your father was like that too when he was your age. Just remember that your magic doesn’t just come from here,” she said as she points to my horn, “but in here as well.” She then moves her hand and placed it on my chest, where my heart would be. “Magic is a powerful, yet mysterious thing Cyan, and not everyone is the same with it. You never know what it will bring, but as long as your intentions are good, and your mind and heart work as one, the best of your abilities will come out when you least expect it.” She smiled confidently and warm.

She always knew what to say at times like this. Her words would just somehow pick me up a little every time. I’m sure that’s part of what makes her a great nurse, and why Dad loves her so much.

My ears perked up, and returned her smile with a small one of my own. “Thanks Mom, and after today, I’m going to try the best I can to pass.” I proclaimed with determination.

“There’s my young stallion,” she stated before she messed my mane, and pecked me on the cheek. “Now go clean up and change into something more comfortable. I’m sure your marefriends would rather see you in that than your school uniform.”

“Mom! They’re not my marefriends!” I exclaimed. “They’re just great friends of mine who just happen to be mares!” My cheeks started to warm up a little from the embarrassment. I dashed back to my room before she says something else.

“Whatever you say sweetie.” I heard her say while I ran, and I could have sworn I felt her rolling her eyes with that.

After a good clean up in the shower, I changed into a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a gray, zip-up jacket. I grabbed my pouch of bits from my desk, and stuffed it in my pocket. It was 8:45 now, according to my alarm clock. Still pretty early, but I’m far too awake to go back to bed now. I got downstairs, and was getting ready to leave.

“I’m heading out Mom!” I shouted as I got to the door.

“Hold it!” She exclaimed before walking up to me, inspected me, and suddenly licked her hand before she ‘fixed’ my mane. “Gotta look good for your future bride you know~.” She sings.

“Ugh! Mooom! My mane’s fine!” I whined before I got to the door. “I’ll see you later!”

“Have a good day sweetie!” She exclaimed before I shut the door behind me.

After I got to a fair distance away from my two story house, I got my mane back to a casually straight style before I came up with my plan. “Let’s see,” I said to myself, “it’s still pretty early, so Roxxie may not be up yet, I’ll check out Teala’s place first.” I decided before I walked east to my first stop.

For Canterlot being known as the main capital of Equestria, you’d think the whole city would be filled to the border with ponies of the highest class and riches just from looking at the castle like structure from the outside right? Well, you’re partially correct. There are actually three areas that make up the city, and each is consisted of ponies of different social classes.

The East Side, where I’m heading to first for my first friend, is the ‘high’ of the city, where the upper-class restaurants, shops, and nobles of great riches and publicity resided. The West Side, where my other best friend lives, while not exactly the complete opposite, still has its share of unlucky ponies who had hit rock bottom. Other than that, ponies around there earn their way to the higher ups with the best of their abilities, but still keep a more relaxed, casual atmosphere. Then there’s the Canterlot Castle, where the main road towards it split the East and West sides, and our ruling monarch, Princess Celestia, resides and does her royal businesses. There’s also a property where The E.U.P. (or Earth, Unicorn, Pegasus) Academy takes place, housing and training future members of the Royal Guard. Which is most likely where my dad currently is, like my mom said this morning. I live near the boundary line of the East and West sides, my house residing more to the latter. It’s close enough for my parents to go to work, the school I go to, and it was cheap when they bought it.

As I walked through the streets, I see lots of ponies with very spiffy clothes going about their businesses, some taking a glance at me for my ‘deviant’ (and I say that loosely) choice of clothing, but I didn’t really take much of it in offense.

I finally reached my first friend’s place, where her larger two story house, with more property to spare for landscaping, was behind some locked, black gates. I walked up to the intercom that was near the entrance, and pressed the buzzer.

“Who is it?” A familiar, old, mature sounding stallion asked through the speaker.

I took a moment to clear my throat, and intentionally change my dialect.

“Yes, this is Cyan, and may I request to see Teala please?” I asked in the most snooty, stuck-up manner possible. The stallion chuckled in response to my act.

“Ah, Master Cyan, good show. Please, do come on in.” He said before the gates opened, and I walked through. As I came to the door, a gray colored, earth stallion butler was standing at the entrance. He had a combed back silver mane, a big, stylized mustache, an expensive looking tux set with tails, and a red bow tie.

“A pleasure to see you again Master Cyan.” He greeted with a bow.

“Hello Sigmund. How’s it going?” I asked.

“Very well, thank you. Lady Teala is just cleaning up in her room. I’ll let her know you’ve arrived. Please take a seat in the living room, and she’ll be with you shortly. Would you like something to drink while you wait?”

“No thank you. I just ate.” I declined respectively. He nodded, and bowed before he went upstairs, and I went to the living room.

I swear, no matter how many times I come here, it still amazes me how much bigger the place is on the inside than it looks on the outside.

I got to the living room, where very comfortable looking couches and chairs were placed around a glass coffee table that sat a couple feet away from an unlit fire place. I took a seat closest to the archway, and slowly sunk in the plushy cushion. I sighed at the comfort, and closed my eyes. I sat there, and relaxed for what felt like an hour before sounds of wing flapping, and a pair of hands suddenly blocked my eyes and startled me awake.

“Guess who~.” Sang a familiar, charmingly melodic voice that was close to my perked ears.

“Hmm... Daring Do?” I asked in a jokingly manner, failing to keep my smile from showing.

“Oh you’re just horrible. How could you possibly forget someone like me?” She asked in a sarcastically hurt tone before she released my eyes and revealed herself. Her smiling muzzle inches away from mine, and half-lidded, icy blue eyes gazing into me. I mentally fight my face from heating up from the close proximity before she giggled and pulled back.

Teala Crystalwaters was her name, and she’s one of my two best childhood friends. She’s a petite, 14 year old, very light blue pegasus, who had a white and bluish-green, curly mane that just reached to her shoulders, and a matching colored, curled tail to go with that. She was shorter than me, about two inches worth, while currently wearing a sleeveless, mint green, silk blouse that was fitting around her waist, had frills from the middle of her buttons, to her collar, and a white velvet skirt that reached past her knees.

“Do you remember me now, Cyan?” She asked as the question snapped my attention from looking at her attire.

“Huh? Oh! Hey Teala,” I replied before she giggled at my snapping back to reality.

“Are you alright? You kind of dozed off on the chair when I found you. Did I make you wait long?”

“No no! You’re fine. I was just feeling drowsy from studying last night.”

That may be partially the truth, but I sure hope she buys it.

She sighed in response. “Honestly Cyan, I know we have exams coming up next week, but that’s no excuse from losing sleep. You need to keep yourself healthy if you don’t want to wound up sick during the tests,” she lectured.

Okay, she bought it. That’s good at least. But it’s nice to see that she cares for me though. Just goes to show how much of a good friend she is.

“I know, and I promise I’ll take better care of myself while I’m studying this weekend. I just really want to do well on this test,” I assured.

“I’m sure we all do Cyan,” Teala said. “But I know you’re going to do fine. You’re the smartest pony I know, and I haven’t seen one bad grade from you since we first met. You just need to have more faith in yourself.” I couldn’t help but blush, looked away, and scratched the back of my head from that.

Does she really think that way about me? Wait, why am I even having these feelings?

“Th-thanks Teala, but you’re pretty smart and talented yourself. I know you’ve scored better tests on some subjects than me, and I probably wouldn’t get some of the grades if we didn’t have those group studies from time to time. I’m sure Roxxie would definitely say the same thing.” That was a true statement. I have a hard time with history the most. Partially because I had dozed off in some classes. Roxxie can’t get math sometimes, and gets frustrated when she couldn’t answer some problems.

I could have sworn I saw a tint of red on Teala’s cheeks after I finished, but she changes the subject before I paid closer attention.

“Speaking of Roxxie, how is she?”

“It was still pretty early when I left,” I answered. “And I figured she took advantage of the day off to get some extra Z’s. I thought we could go pick her up, and we can hang out today before we focus on the tests next week. Maybe we can hold a few of those group studies this weekend to get ourselves more prepared.”

“I would like that very much, and yes, that does sound like Roxxie to sleep in.” She giggled a little at the comment. “Why don’t I grab my purse, and we’ll head off?”

“Sounds good.” I answered. “I’ll meet you up front when you’re ready.” Teala nodded in agreement before she turned, unfurled her well maintained, beautifully feathered wings, and flew out of the room. I stood there in awe at the majestic flight before I shook myself out of it, and walked back the way I came before I noticed Sigmund was standing next to the archway on the other side, and what appeared to be a maid hiding behind him. Her big skirt doing a poor job of staying out of sight as I can see it between the head butler’s legs. “Um… How long were you two standing there?” I asked.

“I had just arrived Master Cyan.” Sigmund responded.

“And the maid behind you?” I asked before a buttercream colored, red maned earth mare with braided pig-tails, freckles and big, round glasses peeked behind him, who had a guilty expression, and…

Was she shaking?

“P-P-please don’t be mad,” the maid said. “I was going to d-dust the living room before I saw you sleeping on the chair, and I didn’t know what to do and…” She suddenly got on to her hands and knees with her head on the floor. “Please don’t fire me! I’m so sorry!” An awkward silence filled the room before Sigmund broke it.

“Ehm, you’ll have to excuse Cinny here. She’s new to the maid staff, and is still really nervous in pleasing the masters of this mansion.” Sigmund defended. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor mare, despite what she might have seen or heard from the room. I’ve seen Guard cadets in a worse position when they got to my dad’s bad side, so I can somewhat relate to what she’s going through.

“Uh… As long as you keep what you’ve seen and heard from the room between us, I guess I can let it sli-.” I was saying before Cinny suddenly went from the floor to hugging the air out of my lungs in a speed that could rival the Wonderbolts.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” She exclaimed with glee. As I was trying to get air, I couldn’t help but feel something big and soft press against my face.

Holy crap are these her breasts?! Sweet Celestia, they got to be at least a freakin’ E-Cup!

Despite the size, I was suffocating in her large, clothed assets, and I had to tap her repeatedly to let me go. “Oh! Sorry Master.” She released the vice-like grip before I gasped, and took time to drink the sweet oxygen in the air.

“Anyway… Where are Teala’s parents?” I asked

Sigmund cleared his throat, ignoring the gesture of gratitude that happened before he spoke. “They’re over in Cloudsdale right now doing an inspection at the weather factory.”

I should probably mention this, but you know the machine in Cloudsdale that converts water into clouds? That’s thanks to Teala’s family. Apparently, her great grandparents invested in building the machine, and with it being a large success, they got most of the profits for the usage, and it was how they were able to afford this estate in Canterlot. I don’t know why they decided to stay in Canterlot than Cloudsdale, but I guess they preferred the ground compared to most pegasi. Despite that, her family’s been running the weather machine production and maintenance business ever since. Teala would be the next in line to run it once her parents moved on, but that doesn’t seem like something she wants to do with her life. I really hope she finds something to do that she’ll be happy with one day.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Teala exclaimed from upstairs before she flew down, and landed softly on the ground with a jade colored purse with a sapphire at the buckle strapped over her shoulder. “Ready to go?”

“Yep. Thanks a lot Sigmund, and it was nice seeing you Cinny. I’ll be sure to bring her back before dark.” I assured before the two of us exited and headed to the front gates of the estate.

“Take care now young masters!” Sigmund exclaimed.

“Have fun on your date!” Cinny added, which threw me and Teala completely off guard before we looked away from each other. Hiding our embarrassment as we walked out of the gates.

As we walked from the East side to the West side, we chatted about what our parents were doing for today, then how my morning turned out before I picked up Teala. My poor sense of time and day and face plant to the door seemed to get a good laugh out of her for a bit before she apologized from the outburst. I honestly didn’t mind that really. I feel a little better that I’m able to give my friends a good laugh. Some days she can get pretty down when the family business topic comes up, and if I can keep her mind off it for a little bit with my clumsiness, it’s worth the pain and embarrassment. Plus, she’s kind of cute when she laughs, but I don’t think I want her to know that.

I got to my concerns with my magic skill afterwards, and what Mom told me about it before I changed attire and left. I didn’t tell her about mom calling the two of them my marefriends, I think just Cinny who had made that assumption with the two of us earlier was bad enough.

“Your mother sounds amazing Cyan,” Teala said. “I must admit, I was kind of slow when I first started learning to fly back at Summer Flight Camp. Having fillies and colts laughing at my mistakes in some exercises didn’t help much either.”

“I remember you wrote to us about that in your letters from time to time,” I replied. “Roxxie wanted to know if I knew any flight or cloud walking spells so she could go up there and teach those foals a lesson. She was pretty pissed, but wasn’t the only one who felt the same way. I really wished I could do either of those, but my magic wasn’t good enough back then.” I remember how she reacted to them too. Believe me, you do NOT want to get on her bad side if something happens to one, if not, both of us.

“But when I came back, the two of you threw a big welcome back party for me. I don’t think I could have ever been happier to see the two of you back then.” She looked down, smiled, and that tint of red was shown on her cute, light blue cheeks.

“That’s what friends are for right?” I asked. “We’ve got each other’s backs no matter what comes to us, and we’ll keep doing it until the end.” She nodded at that before we finally arrived at Roxxie’s place. Her house was a smaller two story building that also served as a shop for clothes and tailoring, which was what her mom does for a living. The sign was flipped open, and the two of us walked inside with the bell ringing as we opened the door.

“Coming~.” Sung a mare with an alto sounding tone.

A few moments later, Sultry Stone, a curvy, light orange earth mare with her blonde mane tied in a bun, matching colored tail a little coiled, wearing a black, v shape collared blouse with short sleeves, and a white, long skirt that reached to her hooves, with a slit long and open enough to the side for movement, and showing off her legs, was walking in from the back, presumably her dining room.

She smiled as she saw the two of us at the entrance. “Cyan, Teala, so good ta see ya. What can I do for ya two?” She asks in an accent that could be recognized as Manehattan. Not surprising, as that was where she had grown up before she moved into Canterlot, Old habits die hard.

“Good morning Ms. Stone.” Teala greeted first.

“Morning. We were wondering if Roxxie was up and wanted to hang with us today?” I asked Sultry.

“Of course, she woke up not too long ago and is getting ready.” Sultry stated. “Ahm sure she’ll be happy ta see ya two. Teala, may ah just say that you’re just rockin’ dat blouse and skirt taday.”

“Thank you Ms. Stone, a very excellent tailor designed this for me.” She commented before she gave her a wink, and Sultry giggled at the remark.

Wait, is she insinuating Sultry MADE that attire?! Damn, I’ll have to thank her for that and ask for her services later. I could probably go for a good button-up shirt right now.

“Why dank ya sugah. And please, don’t be a strangah ta see me again for more in your wardrobe. You’re looking ta be a strapping stallion yourself Cyan. Maybe ah could whip something up for ya that Roxxie might like?” She asks as she scanned me. I couldn’t come up with a good answer until-

“Mom! Don’t even ask something like that!” A loud, brash sounding mare exclaimed from the second floor, with a more subtle Manehattan accent like her mom. Teala and I turned our heads to the stairs and saw our friend coming down.

Roxxie Stone, the toughest earth mare I knew, 15 years old, and my other best friend of our triad. Her mane was a paler shade of blonde that had a rough and messy style just at the end of her locks that reached just past her shoulders, while the rest was briskly brushed. She looked like she was going through puberty, as she seemed to be taller the last time I remembered, about two to three inches worth. Her cinnamon sugar colored arms were still well sculpted, as was her abs that looked to be tough as bricks, barely seen under the trim of her top. A sure fire sign that she got some good physical training under her belt. Speaking of belts, she was sporting a brown, leather one over her not too skinny black jeans that gave her legs enough breathing space to move, but still shows enough her muscle toned legs. Her pale yellow tail was cut at medium length and styled like one’s mane were bangs.

Wait, why was I even looking there?! Okay quick, check somewhere else, anything above her shoulders, just please let there be something-wait, what are those silver studs in her ears?

“Uh, hey Roxxie! Are those ear piercings?” I asked hopefully no one noticing how I ogled at her earlier.

“Sure thing!” Roxxie confirmed. “Just got ‘em yesterday after school.”

“They look like they suit you! How was punching the holes in the ears go?” Teala asked.

“It hurt like hell,” Roxxie responded. “And disinfecting them afterwards didn’t make it any better. They’re okay now, but it’s still sensitive to touch.” She caresses one of her ears signifying the sensitivity.

Okay, ogling crisis diverted. But what was with all that body inspection though? She’s my friend dammit, it’s not like she just turned hot overnight. Wait, I’m not saying she’s ugly or anything but, hold on, where did I get her being hot came from? GAH! What’s wrong with me today?”

“Hey Cy, you alright?” Roxxie asked. “You’re kind of spacing out there. What do you think of the new studs?”

I snapped my attention back to reality from the question. “Huh? Oh! They look great! Your ears look kind of cute with them on.” I mentally double face palmed the moment I realized what I just said.

Did I just call her cute? I’m not even sure if she’s into those kinds of compliments. Is she going to slug me for that? Worst yet, Teala was standing right NEXT to me when I said that. Does she think I don’t see her as beautiful? Of course I know she is, but, hold on, I think she’s beautiful? Where did that come from?

Why is everything so dreadfully quiet all of a sudden?

Somebody please say something!

“Um… Thanks Cyan. Glad you like ‘em.” Roxxie responded with her back turned while she rubbed her left arm with the other, looking in the former’s direction, and…

Was that a blush I saw in those cheeks?

A few giggles suddenly broke my attention, I turned and saw the source was from Sultry and Teala.

“I hate ta break da moment,” Sultry said, “but Cyan and Teala wanted ta know if ya wanted ta hang with ‘em today.” I’m glad she said something to change the topic. The awkwardness was getting thick enough to be cut with a saw.

“Y-yeah!” Roxxie replied. “Sounds good, let me just grab some bits and we’ll go,” she requests before she ran up the stairs in a bit of a rush.

“I have ta get back ta work,” Sultry said. “Don’t stay out too long now, and don’t do anything too crazy!” Sultry exclaimed before she walked back to her workshop, leaving me and Teala alone in silence.

“So… Sultry made that for you?” I asked, breaking the quietness.

“Indeed she did.”

“You look great. Not sure if I mentioned that earlier, but yeah, you look… stunning,” I said while looking up to the ceiling and scratching my head. It took every last fiber of my soul to say those words, hoping she wouldn’t feel left out in the compliment department, and maintaining our close friendship that I pray to Celestia that wasn’t in the brink of crumbling down.

“It’s okay Cyan, I don’t mind. And… Thank you,” she thanked while I could have sworn I heard strange shuffling and fluttering noises afterwards. I didn’t pay too much attention to it though.

Okay, I think everything’s good now. I put out what I felt to even things out, and it’s all behind us. So why do I still feel so nervous? And what was up with all that clamming up that happened earlier as well? They’re still the best friends I could ever ask for. Always had been since elementary school. Teala’s still the kind, smart, and generous Pegasus, while Roxxie’s still the strong, confident, and protective Earth Pony. Sure, Roxxie can get brash sometimes, and even Teala can worry a little too much over some of the smaller things for her own good, but they’re still really great friends. I can’t even think where I’d be right now if they weren’t with me. I don’t ever want to be separated from these two, not as long as I live. Still… Even if they’ve been good friends to me… Is this all that I want? Am I selfish to think that I may want something more than that?

“I’m coming down!” Exclaimed Roxxie’s voice from upstairs.

Guess my thoughts will have to be put on hold for now. I’ll need to evaluate my experience after today. In another time though.

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