Author's Notes:

Me: So you got your romance...sort of.

You: What do you mean sort of?!

Me: Uhhhhhhh.....Hey, look there's music in this chapter!

Music!

Sunset Shimmer walked down the hall with a grin of pure satisfaction. Everything was going well for the queen of CHS. If only she had magic, she could do more. But with Celestia not seeming to care what she did, Sunset had all the time in the world. I mean, as long as she didn't mess with Equestria, right? Otherwise, Celestia turned a blind eye.

Speaking of blind eye...Sunset had visited every ophthalmologist in town but none could help her with the situation she was in. Laser eye surgery was something she couldn't afford nor wanted to pay for. There were days when she forgot her eye was damaged. Sunset would panic and bump into things until she remembered she was blind in her left eye.

The scar symbolized her miserable fate that the princess she idolized bestowed upon her. It was humiliating and only made things worse. She heard students mumble under their breath about it.

Her eye.

The scar.

That's all it ever was.

She hated looking at herself in the mirror early morning. It was ugly, the scar, and it marked her flawless beauty. Sunset sniffed and made her way to her locker. No matter what, she was the best.

At the moment, no one else was in the hall and for Sunset it was a free period. The girl put away her things and headed to the only place she ever went to that period.

The library.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=squHSAn_zGE

Time of endless peace is what I'd name this

The library gave her a sense of calm. Memories of her days studying always came back to her and she felt at peace. Reading was how she escaped the world around her. It was the cure to everything: her parent's death, her defeat, her fate, and life. It stopped her from facing reality and she'd wander into a world of fantasy, where she was free to smile and laugh and be herself.

The words she read flowed through her veins and became the air she breathed. Wondrous works of literature became movies in her head, playing scenes she found enjoyable. The only problem was that it was always interrupted by the obnoxious ring of the bell of death, or just the bell. It would snap her back to the gloomy atmosphere around her.

Sunset scanned the shelves for a book she wanted. Her fingers ran across the spines of the many choices of literature she could choose from. Sunset had read a variety of things from Astronomy to Encyclopedias. At the moment, none of the books were at all interesting. She sighed and walked in and out of the rows of shelves.

While searching for a good book, Sunset glanced up at the Romance section. She had never read a romance story before. All her reading was nonfiction along with the occasional adventure story. Curiously, she went over to the shelves and glanced at the titles.

Love at first sight

Teen Love

Dude of my dreams

Pretty sappy she thought. Sunset wanted to find a book a little less obvious that it was all about love. She'd never be caught dead with a romance story. For the next ten minutes she looked around intensely for a story that met her requirement. But they all were not what she wanted. It was as if those books were "loud and proud" and wanted to show off its genre.

Sunset gave up her pursuit and turned away. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed a book that wasn't pushed in on the shelf properly. Motioning to tuck it between the other books, she raised her hand. But the title caught her eye.

If she were the sun and her the moon

This aroused the girl's interest. First off, it was a romance story that met her set requirement. Second off, it said 'she' and 'her'. Most of the novels she passed were about a guy and a girl. Was this a lesbian story?

She grabbed it off the shelf and sat down at a table. Sunset opened the book and read the inside flap. Yes, this was a lesbian story. Knowing this only made the book more interesting.

She turned to the first page and sat the book down at an angle on the table. Reading from one eye had taken her time to figure out. She just had to position the novel so it was below her good eye, that way she didn't have to turn her head all the way to read from one page to the next. Propping herself up on her shoulder, she began to read the prologue.

Both of them knew from the start that they would never be friends. Like water and fire, they'd battle against one another until one of them admits defeat or they cancel each other out. Heated arguments always erupted when they were in a two yard range of each other and no one could stop the bickering. It was a disaster.

Red Rose was an 18 year old girl with a fiery personality. At the slightest hint of anything rude pertaining to her, her mouth shot an insult faster than a bullet. Her quick wit and sarcasm ran everybody insane. No one could ever have a normal conversation with her. You just wouldn't know what she'd say.

Always wearing what's in style the minute it becomes fashionable, you could consider her a material girl. But others would say she was a model.

Her hair was as red as strawberries and her eyes the warm color of hazel. Red's rosy cheeks and faint freckles gave her an innocent look. You'd be wrong if you even thought she was good natured for a second. Her prefect height, weight, and body type was envied by other girls and googled at by boys. With her flawless skin and charming grin, she was the Belle of the ball. Speaking of Belle...

Her rival, Blue Belle, was a quiet, private person. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her large glasses always slipped off her nose. Never up with the latest style, she just wore a white blouse and black slacks. Blue Belle, as you might be thinking was your typical nerd. Not necessarily. She had sharp grey eyes that were as cold as ice that bore into your head like lasers. She wasn't friendly nor gawky or awkward. She walked with purpose.

Arrogance radiated from her like heat and she hardly ever smiled.

Red Rose's happy, cheerful personality always clashed with her serious attitude. They argued 24/7. There was no way they could be friends.

But they would find that they could be lovers.

Sunset's face burned red hot at this. How could these two girls be lovers when they were so different? The girl thought about the prologue she read. The story seemed ok. Not the best book she's ever read but this was good(she guessed) for a romance story.

Sunset could somewhat relate to both of them characteristically. Red Rose was definitely more her in appearance and style than Blue Belle. Her smart mouth could also just as easily be hers. But Red Rose's happy and cheerful personality did not match. It was Blue Belle's arrogance that she related to. Even Sunset had to admit to it, though her pride would never allow her to say that out loud.

Sunset had once been the happy Red Rose, but for a split second. Blue Belle reminded her of someone. Who, she couldn't say. But switch Red Rose and Blue Belle's personalities and the resemblance was strong. Sunset Shimmer was Red Rose with Blue
Belle's attitude. Blue Belle with Red Rose's personality could be...

Her mind clicked back to when she was in Equestria staring at the gorgeous glass stain mural in the palace. Celestia deliberately chose Twilight because she was the opposite of her. That thought came back to her as well as the time six months ago when she looked up at the night sky and cried.

They knew.

The skies knew.

Sunset wasn't quite sure why these memories were coming back to her. Like during the final battle with the Sirens, Twilight and the Rainbooms fell back after an impressive harmony the Sirens blasted their way. Twilight had raised her hand up to her and said," Sunset Shimmer, we need you!"

Her heart had leapt up in joy as she took the mic on the ground and began to sing. She felt happy when Twilight needed her to help defeat the Sirens. She sang with the princess sharing the mic and let out all her stress. She let it ring out in her voice until it was all out.

And the time she had a late night conversation with Twilight at Pinkie's. Back at the moment, she was able to connect with her. Or even when Twilight blushed when she was told Brian Flash Sentry asked about her. Sunset thought it was cute how she twirled her hair and how her voice became adorably high pitched.

Then it hit her. Blue Belle reminded her of Twilight. And those memories were of when she felt something in her heart. Because of Twilight. If Sunset were Red Rose and Twilight Blue Belle...

If she were the sun and her the moon.

Sunset burned up. She shoved the book away and swallowed dryly. No, no, no! Her mind went crazy. Just like the astronomical similarity between Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle, Red Rose and Blue Belle were similar as in them being flowers. But at the same time they were different. Just like her and Twilight.

Ugh! No! Get yourself together!

Her heart raced and as her breath hastened. Her cheeks felt warm and a random tingling sensation ran through her. No way. It was just not possible. She and Twilight were never meant to be. It was just a book. Twilight was on Celestia's side anyway. NO WAY...

But that made all them all the more different and according to the book--

Sunset slammed her fists angrily on the table. All this gave her a headache. It also made her eye ache. Similar to phantom pains, Sunset got pains in her eye where she lost sight. The difference between the two pains was that her eye wasn't missing in order phantom pains to take effect.

She sighed and gritted her teeth. It throbbed, her head, with the surging ache from her eye. Sunset was thinking way too hard about a subject she felt strongly about. Sure she had thought a few things Sparkle did were cute but that didn't mean anything. There was no way she liked her. She was straight! Sunset had dated BrianFlash Sentry and that was proof, even if she didn't like him like him. Just...no...no, no, NO!

In a sudden rage she stormed out the library. She will never, ever read another romance novel again.