Author's Notes:

So, me and my 'soulmate' were having an 'argument' over PM and it went on forever! It was about one thing and then it became about her being on drugs, and then Nicholas Cage got involved, and then I accused her of cheating on me with a moose blah blah blah. It was really bizarre. I lost, too.

That 'argument' of ours actually inspired this chapter so enjoy.

Sunset grimaced as she looked in the mirror at her back. It was bruised somewhat. Those wings were pretty cool but they left some massive markings of red skin. She touched her skin with her finger and regretted it. It stung like crazy. Biting her lip, she rummaged around for some ointment in the bathroom cabinet.

It had been a long night and she was tired. DEAD TIRED.

She found the ointment and unscrewed the cap.

Damned thoughts! That's what caused this whole thing! She was being perverted and now she got a bruised back...But then again, if she hadn't thought that way, she wouldn't have gone running and fallen into the Equine River. If that didn't happen, she would have never found the shard and caused a wacky light show. And then Twilight wouldn't have gone in after her and she wouldn't have been able to save her...

Then they wouldn't have kissed.

Sunset sighed. There were pros and cons to the whole thing, probably more cons than anything, but she got Twilight out of it. Sunset reached back to apply the medicine and found that it was too awkward to do it. Her arms didn't bend backward like a horse's. She sniffed. This sucked.

She kept at it, which was pretty stupid. When she did get some on her back she stung the crap out of herself. A curse word flew out of her mouth faster than she could think about it.

She threw the ointment onto the counter. Screw it. She'll be able to tough through the pain. Sunset bent over the sink and turned the faucet on. Splashing water on her face, she felt better. Sunset dried her face and walked out the bathroom into her room. Twilight sat on the bed reading a book she found vaguely familiar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqPAHPQxO4E

"What book are you reading?"

Twilight took a second to look up as she scanned the page. "If she were the sun and her the moon.

Sunset paused. Wait a minute...

"The book about Red Rose and Blue Belle?"

Twilight nodded. "Yes. Have you read this before?"

Sunset rolled her eyes. "I tried to."

The princess tilted her head quizzically. "How come you didn't finish it?"

Sunset crawled in bed beside her.

"I just didn't like it..."

Her face was blushing as she recalled the afternoon she found it. Her thoughts had went crazy then and she denied any feelings for Twilight. She had thought it random that she was thinking of her. But she had to admit, Blue Belle did remind her of the girl.

"Why are you blushing?" Twilight asked.

"I'm not blushing," she told her and pulled the covers up over her face.

Twilight looked at her knowingly.

"Yes, you are. You're covering your face. Are you blushing because you actually read this book all the way through and don't want to admit it?"

"No! I didn't read the stupid book all the way. Only the prologue, ok?" Sunset grumbled.

Sunset had felt so warm thinking about Twilight that afternoon. It was the first time she ever felt fuzzy inside thinking about someone. She couldn't believe that she was in a relationship with Twilight right now...Thoughts about the times she would daydream of her beloved came into her mind and her face reddened some more.

This only made Twilight think that Sunset was lying about the book.

"You read it and you loved it, didn't you. Your face is getting redder by the second."

"How can you even tell if all I'm doing is blushing?" Sunset snapped crankily.

Twilight smiled. "Because no one gets that flustered over a book!"

"OH MY GOD," Sunset howled.

She turned over in the bed and covered her ears. This girl and that dumb book! She wasn't achieving anything by talking about it. She just wanted to go to sleep...

Twilight chuckled and leaned over to lay on Sunset's shoulder.

"It's ok to admit it. Romance stories are nice to read every once in a while. If you're afraid it'll make you look like a softie, I'm not judging."

OH MY GOD!

What in the world?! How is this conversation even existing?! Sunset was exhausted and a bit aggravated about the whole thing. She had a long night and wanted to sleep. But with Twilight teasing her it was impossible.

"I'm not a softie... she grumbled.

She felt a kiss planted on her cheek and she smiled dreamily. Sunset glanced back at Twilight, who raised an eyebrow.

"Sure..."

"Whatever," Sunset said as she turned to snuggle beside the girl. "You get on my nerves."

Twilight yawned and shifted.

"What a nice thing to say. I was expecting more of an 'I Love You'."

"No, because then I'd be a softie," Sunset whispered as she buried her face into Twilight's hair.

Twilight just rolled her eyes and sighed. Slowly, sleep crept up on them and they rested after a night full of drama and strange events. The book Twilight had laid on the table beside the bed. Little did they know that it was that story that brung them together.

*I know this may be a bad chapter but I got really distracted and I was rushing to get this done. I'm sorry.*