"Like I told you, Moondancer, the events that transpired at Canterlot High School are beyond the realm of logic and can only be described as magic. I know how ridiculous it sounds, but I lack a better way of explaining it." A girl with hair as icy as her tone of voice pushed up her glasses and crossed her arms.

"Sugarcoat, you of all people should be able to provide a more rational answer than that," Moondancer said. "Frankly, I'm disappointed."

"Right, I'm the disappointment." Sugarcoat stood up and forcefully planted the palms of her hands onto the library table. "I've described in detail everything I saw. If you want a more thorough explanation then contact Twilight Sparkle. Are we done here?"

"Forget it. Thank you for your assistance. I'll figure the rest out myself," Moondancer spat and averted her eyes. "Cinch is counting on me."

"Of course." Sugarcoat sneered before turning around and marching out of the library. "Good luck," she added with a halfhearted wave before rounding the corner.

Moondancer grimaced and rested her forehead on her hand as she looked over her notes. "Don't let her get to you," she grumbled.

In her free hand she twirled a pencil between her fingers and chewed on her tongue. She looked at the same bits of information over and over--inter-dimensional rifts, giant attacking vines, girls with wings flying about: All nonsense.

"Magic..." she muttered beneath her breath. "I don't have enough information."

Moondancer glanced to her side and saw a girl with bright green hair scratching her head as she was clearly struggling to comprehend whatever book she held. She raised an eyebrow and crept up behind her.

"Lemon Zest," she called.

Lemon continued reading her book.

"Hello, I could use your help if you have a minute." Moondancer shifted her weight and glanced around as she was ignored, her cheeks growing hot.

Lemon turned the page and sighed.

"I'm trying to talk to you!" she shouted.

Lemon Zest flinched and pulled out an earbud from beneath her hair. "Whoa, what's up dude?"

Moondancer blushed and lowered her voice as the other students stared at her with contempt. "I... Look, I just need to ask you a few questions if you don't mind," she whispered.

Lemon furrowed her brow and shook her head. "Man, I'm really trying to study right now. I have this dumb chemistry test next period and I need to at least get a 'C' or I'm screwed."

Moondancer rolled her eyes and snatched the book away. She glanced over it and flipped through the pages. "I can't say cramming an hour before a test is a good idea, however, this is a subject I particularly excel at. I can help you absorb the information you'll need to achieve your low goal if you just take a couple of minutes to help me out first. Sound good?"

Lemon raised her eyebrow and shrugged. "You're kind of a weirdo, huh. Moondancer, right?"

Moondancer placed her fingers on her forehead and took a deep breath. "You're correct... on both counts. So will you help me or not?"

"It's all good, man. I'm a weirdo too. Us weirdos gotta stick together and help each other out. Plus, we got a little squid pro crow back scratching going on. Let's do it." Lemon held up her thumb with a wide sparkling smile.

"Right..." Moondancer cringed, suddenly doubting the value of her source. "So, you're one of the few people I haven't interviewed regarding this incident. I just wanted to ask you about a few things that happened during the Friendship Games at Canterlot High two years ago."

"Oh yeah, they say it was a tie but we totally won. Hands down." Lemon proudly nodded.

"Sure, but can you describe some of the strange events you witnessed?" Moondancer asked.

Lemon looked up and placed her hand on her chin. "Hmm, like what?"

"Like the magic!" Moondancer said sternly, gritting her teeth. "What do you think I'm talking about?"

"Ah, okay." Lemon nodded. "So, like, Principal Cinch made us all sing a song about unleashing magic, then Twilight Sparkle went nuts! She was like a demon lady who made a giant hole in the ground that was, like, another dimension. Pretty freaky, huh?"

"You sang a song..." Moondancer scribbled in her notebook. "Do you think the song had something to do with Twilight's transformation? Also, did you see in what manor her magic was 'unleashed?'"

Lemon looked down at the table as she thought deeply. "She had a makeup thingy, like with a mirror."

"A compact?" Moondancer interjected.

"Yeah, I think so." Lemon shrugged.

"That's a little cliche, don't you think?" Moondancer scoffed as she jotted down the info. "Are you saying that it was the source of the magic?"

Lemon closed her eyes as she forced the memory to the surface. "I don't know for sure. I know who might be more helpful than me, though."

Moondancer tilted her head. "Who?"

"My girlfriend goes to that school. If you want, I can text her to come over later tonight and she can give you a better rundown than me. Plus, she's friends with Twilight, I think." Lemon beamed as she whipped out her phone and her thumbs went to work.

"Alright. I'll take what I can get, I suppose." Moondancer sighed and closed her notebook, a few strands of her tied back hair falling loose and dangling in her face.

"Sweet! She's coming over." Lemon giggled deviously and tucked her phone away. "So are you gonna help me study now or what?"

Moondancer huffed with her chin on the table. "Sure, why not?"

Lemon perked up and watched as her new tutor flipped through the pages of her textbook.

"Okay, so I'll ask a few basic questions to see where you're at with this." Moondancer licked her thumb and flipped one more page. "Alright, so what is a covalent bond?"

Lemon paused for a moment, then shook her head. "Pass. When do we get to the part where we make crazy explosions?"

Moondancer groaned and smacked her forehead against the table. "This isn't gonna be easy..."

★★★

Several hours later, Moondancer could be found fast asleep sitting at the same table in the otherwise unoccupied library. She rested her cheek on her open notebook where a small pool of saliva formed beneath her open mouth.

"Dude!" A voice called out.

Moondancer sat upright and wiped her mouth, her vision blurry and a sticky note attached to her face.

"Hey sleepyhead. Guess what?" Lemon Zest leaned over the table in front of her and slammed a paper down on the desk with shimmering eyes.

Moondancer cleared her throat and picked it up as her vision focused, then noticed the grade circled at the top. "Oh, you got a 'B' on your test. You exceeded your goal."

"Thanks to you!" Lemon snatched the paper back and held it up next to her face. "This is going right on my mom's refrigerator."

"Wonderful. Now if that's all, I really need to get back to work." Moondancer stifled a yawn and dried her notebook with her sleeve.

Lemon frowned and took a seat across from her, noting the girl's tired eyes and messy hair. "Have you been in here all day?"

Moondancer absentmindedly nodded as she took a book from the top of a tall stack next to her. "Busy, busy, busy," she muttered and skimmed the pages.

"Why are you so worried about what happened back at CHS?" Lemon asked.

Moondancer grunted and stared into her book. "This is a special assignment. I need to read, so please... hush!"

Lemon leaned back in her seat and balanced it on its two rear legs. "Look, I was kinda sorta messing with you a little earlier. If you want, since you really did help me with my test, I can answer your questions a little better."

Moondancer glared over the top of her glasses and bit her lip, her pencil snapping in two beneath her clenched fist. "You what?"

"Sorry, heh." Lemon closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "I'm trying to do right by you, so... did you wanna ask some more questions?"

Moondancer's eye twitched and she exhaled deeply. She groaned and flipped back several pages in her notebook, then briefly skimmed the information she had written down regarding Lemon's descriptions. "This is a nightmare! It's unsolvable! There's not enough information, and the information required doesn't exist! Why?! Why have I been assigned this impossible task?!"

"Whoa!" Lemon flinched and fell backwards in her chair. She stood up and backed away. "What are you talking about? What exactly are you assigned to do?"

Moondancer deflated and buried her face in her notes. "Principal Cinch wants me to gather data regarding the inexplicable events that transpired during the Friendship Games and rationalize it in a way that can be presented to the school board," she explained, her voice muffled. "Magic isn't real and nothing supernatural happened--these are the requirements for my report. Cinch is convinced that CHS cheated but can't convince anyone of anything, and nothing anyone says adds up."

"That's dumb. Who cares about what Cinch thinks anyway? She's not your boss anymore." Lemon walked around the table and grabbed her arm. "Look, it's pretty obvious that you're way too stressed out over this. Let's take a break, alright?"

"Let's?" She scoffed. "Your whole life is a break, and I don't have time for that right now. This is due by the end of the year and we only have a month of school left."

Lemon chuckled and tugged her to her feet. "Come on, you."

"What do you think you're doing?!" Moondancer resisted as she was pulled towards the exit.

"We're going to hang out for a bit," Lemon explained. "I can tell you need to step away from this crap right now."

"I don't have time!" Moondancer objected and yanked her arm free. "Just leave me alone, please."

Lemon fell to her knees and placed her hands together. "Please, Moonie. You can't get anything done right now anyway. You said so yourself; you don't have the information you need, and I'm sure those books won't help you. Hang out with me until Vinyl shows up, then you can take more notes based on what she has to say."

Moondancer glared down at her and crossed her arms. "Why do you care what I'm doing?"

"I feel bad for not helping you out more earlier when you did an awesome job helping me." Lemon pouted. "I'll feel super guilty if you don't let me return the favor."

Moondancer rolled her eyes, then yawned and stretched her back. "Fine. But just until your friend shows up and tells me what I need to know."

Lemon hopped up and nodded towards the hallway. "That's what I like to hear. Let's go!"

"What am I getting myself into?" Moondancer muttered as she followed Lemon through the hall.

A short walk later, Lemon arrived at her dorm room. She pushed the door open and welcomed her guest inside.

Moondancer walked into the room and instantly noticed a clear line across the middle. On the right side of the room was a cluttered mess of clothing and electronics strewn about around a messy bed. On the other side she saw nothing but neatness, and on that bed sat a girl with a long magenta ponytail painting her toenails.

"Moondancer," the girl coldly greeted her.

"Sour Sweet," Moondancer replied.

Lemon plopped down on her bed and nervously smiled. "So you two already know each other. Cool, cool."

Sour glanced up through her bangs with a harsh glare. "Yes, Lemon. Very observant of you."

Moondancer tentatively traversed the maze of clothing and sat at the edge of Lemon's bed, her hands on her knees. "She's just making small talk because she's nervous. No need to be so condescending."

"What makes you think I was being condescending? That's awfully rude of you to assume a compliment towards my roommate is anything but earnest." Sour went back to painting her nails, her eyes sharp.

"I wouldn't consider arriving at a conclusion based on context clues to be an assumption. It's clear to me that you're lashing out at Lemon Zest because you're intimidated by my presence," Moondancer retorted.

Lemon gulped and glanced back and forth between the two girls.

Sour blew on her nails, then closed the cap on her bottle of polish. "Lemon, for the hundredth time, please let me know when you intend to invite people into our room. Remember, this is my room, too."

"Yeah, my bad. Sorry." Lemon scratched the back of her head and blushed. "I just thought..."

Moondancer placed her hand on Lemon's shoulder. "Don't apologize, Lemon. You don't need permission to invite a friend over after class. Like she said, this is your room, too."

"Friend?" Lemon quietly chirped.

"Is a little courtesy warning too much to ask for? Maybe I'd like to have the opportunity to change or tidy up before company arrives, provided they're worth the effort. I suppose that isn't the case this time, but still." Sour stretched her legs out, wearing short sleep shorts and a small white t-shirt. "So you two are friends now? Odd."

Lemon lifted her finger to speak, but Moondancer beat her to it.

"What's so odd about it?" she asked.

"You two just don't seem like you'd get along very well. I mean, Lemon is fun, charming, and awesome. And you're... well, you're you." Sour leered across the room.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Moondancer asked, her voice taking on a harsh edge.

"It means you suck and shouldn't be here!" Sour shouted.

"You suck!" Moondancer stood off the bed and balled her fist.

"Whoa, let's simmer down, girls." Lemon stood between the two fiery redheads and laughed. "What's going on here?"

Moondancer walked past her and opened up the door. "Nothing. I just didn't realize that she was your roommate. I'm leaving."

"Bye!" Sour sarcastically waved.

Lemon flinched as Moondancer slammed the door behind herself. "Sour! Really?!"

Sour Sweet rolled over and faced the wall. "Good riddance."

"What is your problem?" Lemon asked with her arms crossed.

Sour grumbled into her pillow, still facing away.

"If you don't answer me I'm gonna do it," Lemon warned.

Sour curled up in a ball and squeezed her pillow. "Don't."

"I'm gonna!" Lemon shouted.

Sour remained silent.

Lemon switched on her guitar amplifier, her electric guitar sitting directly in front of it. She increased the volume and piercing feedback filled the room.

"Oh my god, Lemon. Just stop!" Sour covered her head with her pillow.

"Tell my why you chased Moondancer away then!" Lemon balled her fists and cringed beneath the sound.

"It's none of your business!" Sour shouted.

"I was trying to help her out and you ruined it!"

"So what?! I don't care about her!"

Lemon flipped off the amp and plopped down on Sour's bed. "She's dealing with something really stressful right now, and she still took time to help me pass my test. So I just... damn it, Sour. I wanted to help her feel better."

"She helped you out?" Sour leaned up and hugged her pillow. "That's unlike her."

"What do you mean?" Lemon asked. "What history do you guys have?"

Sour looked away and shook her head. "We used to be friends a few years ago. Just before you came to our school, we had a huge fight over... it doesn't matter why. We just don't get along anymore, and she isn't a nice person."

"She seems pretty nice to me. She's just a weirdo." Lemon chuckled. "If you guys were friends before, then you should make up already. You two are a lot alike, actually."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you say. Ever." Sour narrowed her eyes. "We're nothing alike."

"Well, for starters you're both smart." Lemon winked. "And more importantly, you have pretty much the same hair color. She just has a purple stripe and you have a green stripe. I mean, if that's not BFF material then I really don't know what is."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Lemon. I'm not gonna be friends with that girl, so just drop it!" Sour demanded. "Next time just have me help you study instead."

Lemon shook her head. "I'd rather not because you're too mean. I'm gonna go get her to come back here and you need to apologize."

"That's not going to happen and you know it." Sour crossed her arms. "She's the one who needs to apologize to me."

Lemon opened the door to find Moondancer standing just outside. "Oh, hey. Sour wants to say sorry for being so moody. Come back in."

Moondancer skeptically glanced inside the room and saw Sour shaking her head. "Not likely. I'm just waiting for your friend to give me her story so I can leave and never interact with Sour Sweet again."

Lemon shut the door and nervously chuckled. "Eh, I don't get it. What happened between you guys?"

"Why don't you ask her?" Moondancer mumbled.

"I did, but she won't say anything." Lemon placed her arm around Moondancer's shoulder and guided her down the hallway. "Let's take a walk and talk a bit."

"This is really none of your business," Moondancer said, then took a deep breath and lowered her eyes.

Lemon laughed. "Oh come on. Now you sound just like her."

Moondancer winced and balled her fist. "I don't mean to, really. Her and I have history involving a mutual... acquaintance. I'm sure she'd rather I didn't go into details. I'd also prefer not to, myself."

Lemon rolled her eyes with a playful smile. "Ooh, so much drama. I heard you guys were friends before, so I can't figure out why you wouldn't just make up. That kind of tension from just being in the same room can't be healthy."

"It's true that we used to be friends, yes, but the way things currently are, it'll be impossible for us to be friends again," Moondancer explained. "It's far too complicated of a situation to amend with simple apologies."

Lemon took a seat on a bench next to a trophy case and tapped the spot next to her. "You know what helps me when I'm feeling confused or hurt?"

Moondancer hesitantly took a seat next to Lemon, then looked away. "What?"

"Talking it out!" She held up her thumb and smiled widely. "It feels good to find a person that you can relate to. Even if I might not be able to directly relate to whatever's going on between you guys, just talking at all can be a huge relief. So talk it out with me and let's see if we can get to the bottom of this."

"I highly doubt that talking it out will change anything." Moondancer scoffed. "You really have a simplistic outlook on things, don't you..."

Lemon sighed and lowered her head. "I don't know why, but I really feel like I'm supposed to be helping you out right now. Will you just let me?"

"I don't understand." Moondancer crossed her legs and hugged her notebook. "Is this because you expect me to continue tutoring you? Because that isn't happening."

"Nah, that would be awesome, but..." Lemon placed her hand on her forehead and smiled. "Look, you seem miserable and depressed, and I've been trying pretty damn hard to make Sour be nicer to people. If I can help work things out between you two, then it's like a win win, you know?"

Moondancer straightened her glasses and tapped her knees. "Something about you seems so genuine. I don't believe you can help me fix things with Sour, and honestly I'm not even sure I want to fix things, but I'll let you try."

"Aw yeah!" Lemon reached over and hugged Moondancer, who sat still with wide eyes. "So tell me what happened."

"Ahem..." Moondancer cleared her throat and readjusted her crooked glasses after the surprise hug. "Where do I begin? Okay, back in the beginning of junior high when we first got assigned our dorm rooms, Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, and I were all close friends. I was lucky enough to have Sugarcoat be assigned as my roommate. We did our homework and studied together every night."

Lemon rubbed her chin as she listened and instantly put two and two together, softly looking her new friend in the eye as she spoke.

"It was near the end of the ninth grade that things went awry. It turned out that both Sour Sweet and I had a crush on Sugarcoat. It was alright at first, because Sour and I agreed to leave things as they were so we could all remain best friends. That was until the Hearth's Warming party, where Sour pulled some stunt with a mistletoe and kissed Sugarcoat behind my back. I was devastated and requested to leave the campus so I could stay at home, because I knew I couldn't bear to share a room with Sugarcoat after that." Moondancer winced and covered her face. "It wasn't too long afterwards that they started dating. I saw them make out at that really dumb tropical themed dance."

Lemon placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "Ouch. That's pretty rough. So did you ever confront her about it?"

Moondancer nodded. "Yeah, but not at first. I just wanted to get away from them because I didn't know what to do or say. It wasn't until last year that I finally had enough of them rubbing their romance in my face and I snapped. I mean, they started dating and just dropped me like a sack of garbage, then they didn't even acknowledge my existence while they were holding hands in the library or hugging after classes we shared. It was so frustrating."

Lemon pulled her hand away. She sat still at a loss for words and shook her head.

"Once I finally had enough, I cornered Sour when she was alone, and I told her it was bad enough that she took my best friend away from me. She didn't need to go around flaunting it in front of me all the time." Moondancer furrowed her brow and frowned. "I was so mad at her and I said some horrible things in the heat of it. I just wanted to hit her."

"I don't blame you," Lemon said with a twisted frown. "I kinda wanna hit her now, too."

Moondancer glanced up through her glasses with a half smile. "So do you realize now how far gone our friendship is?"

"I mean, sure it's a tough time for you guys." Lemon admittedly shrugged. "But you're forgetting one thing."

"What's that?" Moondancer asked.

"I've been sharing a room with that chick for going on three years now, so while you two have been ignoring each other, I've been getting to know the person she's become." Lemon held up her finger as her friend was about to object. "I know she's rough to talk to, but she's just as genuine and nice of a person as I am on the inside. And I know that there's a good chance she misses being your friend."

"Even if that's true, there's no way she'll work things out with me." Moondancer glanced away. "And Sugarcoat is even worse," she added.

"Yeah dude, Sugarcoat's a tough shell to crack, but I bet we can pull it off." Lemon patted her friend's head.

"Quit that!" Moondancer's cheeks turned red and she huffed as she smacked Lemon's hand away. "Alright, so it's increasingly obvious that you aren't going to just let this go. I can only imagine that you suffer from some sort of juvenile nonsensical optimism. One thing I know for certain is that those girls are going to tear you apart when you try to make them do something they don't want to do, and I'll have no part in it. Do what you will, and I'll take notes. At the very least I suspect this will have some interesting results worth observing."

Lemon chuckled and shrugged. "And I suspect that there's more to this story than you're telling me. Let's learn together and see if we can't make things right between all of you."

Moondancer closed her eyes and leaned back. "You're right, I don't know much about Sour and Sugarcoat's side of the story. Good luck getting Sour to fill you in."

★★★

Sour Sweet stood inside of Sugarcoat's dorm room, holding both of her hands. "You'll never guess who Lemon dragged into my room today."

Sugarcoat tilted her head.

"Moondancer." Sour rolled her eyes.

"Wow, really? That's unfortunate," Sugarcoat said with the utmost sense of disdain. "Strange coincidence, too. Moondancer asked me to recount the events of the Friendship Games to her today. It was extremely unpleasant to say the least."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That sounds awful." Sour giggled, then leaned forward until her nose brushed against Sugarcoat's.

Sugarcoat tilted her head and closed her eyes as she rested her hand on Sour's hip. "I'll live."

Sour parted her lips and interlocked them with Sugarcoat's, sharing a loving kiss. She placed her hand on her cheek and brushed the gleaming white hair away. As they parted, Sour lowered her eyes. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you as well," Sugarcoat said. "I won't be gone long, though. You know this."

Sour shifted her weight from side to side and groaned. "I wish you'd stay. I'll never get used to you leaving every weekend like this."

"You know I can't." Sugarcoat sighed. "Maybe one day, but right now it just isn't an option."

"I know..." Sour took a deep breath. "Call me tonight?"

"Of course." Sugarcoat hugged her girlfriend tightly, then stepped back and slung her backpack over her shoulder. "I'm going to head outside. My parents will be here any minute now."

Sour grimaced and covered her mouth, then nodded. "Okay. I love you."

Sugarcoat smiled. "The feeling is mutual."

Sour forced back her tears and crossed her arms, staring at the floor.

Sugarcoat swallowed the lump in her throat and placed her hand on Sour's cheek. "I'm sorry, Sour. I love you too. I really do."

Sour cracked a half smile and looked up into her eyes. "Hurry back."

Sugarcoat nodded and stepped into the hallway. "I'll be back in forty-eight hours. Relatively speaking, not very long at all."

Sour looked at her phone, then faced the screen at Sugarcoat, showing a timer counting down. "Forty-seven hours and fifty-nine minutes left."

Sugarcoat laughed, then planted a final peck on Sour's cheek before turning around and walking down the hallway.

Sour stood still, staring forlornly as her lover stepped out of sight. She sighed deeply and tucked her phone back into her pocket, then turned around and headed in the opposite direction towards her room. She gritted her teeth and cringed as the pangs in her chest threatened to overwhelm her, then she picked up her pace. Her thoughts churned like a brewing storm, and she found herself torn between anger and sorrow.

"Move!" Sour shouted as she shoved an unsuspecting fellow student out of her way, stomping back to her room.

She stepped inside and slammed the door behind herself, then plopped down on her bed. She angrily wiped her tears away and tried to calm her quick breaths, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Why can't I handle this?" she asked herself.

She fell onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her lip quivering. "I'll be fine."

She took several deep breaths and closed her eyes. "I'm fine."

★★★

A tall white girl with vivid blue hair casually leaned against the trophy case, her legs crossed. "So yeah, that's pretty much it. Before it was music, then it was whatever talents they were most interested in. Don't even ask about the bullshit that went down at Camp Everfree last summer. It just gets stupid after the Friendship Games."

Moondancer jotted down all of the information in her book. "Thank you, Vinyl. Not so surprisingly you've been the most helpful yet, by quite some margin. It seems to me that there's a lot more to this magic business than Cinch is letting on. I just wish I had seen it for myself."

Vinyl smiled and held up her thumb. "No problem! I heard you were stressing out over this."

Moondancer nodded. "Yes, and that's mostly because I'm surrounded by useless idiots."

Lemon raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"I didn't mean you," Moondancer quickly added, touching Lemon's shoulder.

"Nah, that's fair. I sorta dropped the ball earlier." Lemon laughed. "We're cool."

Vinyl glanced towards Moondancer's hand, then grinned. "Looks like you made a new friend, huh?"

"That's the plan," Lemon answered. "She's pretty rad and is basically Sour's worst enemy. She'll keep things interesting for me."

"I never agreed to this," Moondancer said with a crooked smile. "Now that I have my notes, I need to--"

"Give it rest, Moonie." Lemon interrupted as she playfully ruffled her hair. "Can't you see that Principal Cinch is playing you? Of course there was magic back at CHS. She's just trying to be vindictive and using you to make an unbiased report so she can try get her job as principal back. Don't let her."

Moondancer huffed and dropped her notebook into her lap. "What do you mean she's just trying to be vindictive?"

Vinyl chimed in. "She was pretty pissed after that girl told her off. Then she lost her job? Seems kinda revenge-y if you ask me."

"That was Sugarcoat!" Lemon laughed and slapped her knee. "Yeah man, that was awesome."

Moondancer raised an eyebrow. "Sugarcoat talked back to Cinch? I don't buy it."

"That's putting it lightly," Vinyl added. "She's kinda scary."

Lemon nodded in agreement.

Moondancer rubbed her chin and looked down. "Alright. What will Cinch accomplish by having me draft a report that she can present to the school board? What is she trying to gain by proving that CHS attempted to cheat? I doubt that a report written by a student would ever sway the Student Council's decision."

"Who knows?" Vinyl glanced to Lemon and shrugged. "I don't think she's planned that far ahead."

Moondancer huffed and stood up. "This is all too ridiculous. I need to investigate further if I'm going to write an accurate report. If you'll excuse me."

"Are you really going to spend all weekend worrying about this?" Lemon asked. "Why don't you come hang out with me and Vinyl for a while. If that's okay with you, babe."

"I don't care." Vinyl flashed a bright smile. "What's she into?"

Lemon shrugged. "Let's take her bowling. Friday night is cosmic bowling! Pretty rad."

"We could do that," Vinyl said with a quick nod. "If she doesn't like bowling then we can always go play the arcade games at Crave & Thruster's. Plus, my step mom works there and she'll give us drinks.

Moondancer shook her head. "Did you consider asking me what I thought before you started making plans?"

Lemon flicked her wrist. "Nah. I'd rather not spend all night at the library."

"Well luckily for you the library's closed at night!" Moondancer shouted. "And you can forget it anyway because I'm not going anywhere with you guys."

Vinyl poked Lemon's nose as she was about to argue, then stood directly in front of Moondancer with her arm against the wall, lifting her large purple sunglasses onto her head. "Hey, relax. We're sorry, alright? So tell me what you like to do for fun and maybe we'll figure something out."

Moondancer gulped, losing herself in Vinyl's deep pink eyes. "I..."

Lemon chuckled and placed her hand on her forehead.

"It's alright," Vinyl said with a subtle smile. "Don't be shy. Just tell me how you like to spend your time when you aren't studying or whatever."

Moondancer blushed and glanced over to Lemon, who raised an eyebrow and wore a crooked grin. "I guess I like to listen to music."

"Now we're talkin'." Vinyl nodded and winked. "What kind of music?"

Moondancer tilted her head and swayed her shoulders as she thought. "I like Stylix and Neon Raindrops. That kind of stuff."

"Wow! Me too." Vinyl unzipped her white jacket to show off her shirt, which was decorated with a large lightning bolt in the shape of a capital S. "Nice to meet another EDM fan."

"We need more metal fans!" Lemon pumped her fist.

Moondancer giggled and pushed up her glasses. "I like all kinds of music, really. Electronic stuff is my favorite though."

"Yessss!" Vinyl stuck her tongue out at Lemon, who shook her head.

"Boo!" Lemon called out.

Vinyl flicked her shoulder and faced Moondancer. "I have something awesome to show you, Moon. Come check out my car."

"Oh, you're gonna love this!" Lemon wrapped her arm around Moondancer's neck as the three of them headed down the hallway.

Moondancer sighed and lowered her eyes, losing the urge to resist. "Well... okay. I guess I can take one night off."