"I'll be leaving now-"

"Oh no you won't, Rainbow Dash." Bonbon slid down the rail of the stairs, her eyes a bright red with fire. Envy, jealousy, "This calls for extreme measures..."

"PINKIE PIE STYLE!" Pinkie, why must you make me laugh?!

You burst out laughing, Bonbon whipping her head towards you as her feet hit the ground. Insane smile, check. One wide eye, check. One twitching eye, check. This was not going to end well.

"Bonbon, can we talk in private?" You stepped back, putting your hand into a bookshelf for your own little reasons. The girl who was slowly losing her sanity, letting it slip off the edge of a cliff. This is bad, really bad. Bonbon reached to one of the poles on the staircase, twisting it off and holding it in an aggressive manner after twirling it like a ninja, "Put down the pointy stick. Pointy stick is bad."

You stepped back, then she stepped forwards. This action kept repeating until your back squished against the many books, digging into your hoodie. The book you were holding fell to the ground because you moved away from Bonbon, but your reflexes from video games helped you... A lot. The book that just so happened to be about Medieval jousting flew forwards, Bonbon dodging and the book opening in midair. Just to prove that the pointy stick was indeed pointy, she twisted around and lunged towards the book. The peaked needle-shape penetrated through the spine of the book, with a wicked ripping noise. Her body rotated to investigate you, twitching repeatedly. She swung the medal rod at you, and another book you pulled out blocked it.

"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" Dash shoved her fist into the air, shouting excitedly.

The book flew across the room, the front and back cover literally flapping in the air. It bashed into right pole, identical to Bonbon's weapon. Being barely screwed into it's compartment, the post tumbled to the carpet. You quickly grabbed another book and attempted to shatter Bonbon's metal bar/ weapon. It didn't, and couldn't, work anyway... But it definitely did another type of job which made your face light up. Bonbon accidentally let go of what you were trying to break, it making it's short trip to the ground. You slid under it and snatched up the pole you made detach, copying Bonbon's previous ninja pose. What you did next even amazed yourself, you pounced towards Bonbon as she tried to pick up her weapon... And she was pinned to the bookshelf. You pushed against the bar, into her chest, to apply pressure. It was in some movie you heard of. A book appeared in her hand, and as she was about to drive it into your skull, you released your grip on her. The book hit your arm and then the opposite-from-you bookshelf.

"Girls! Escape the library this instant!" Throwing the two metal bars across the room, the bookshelf fell backwards. It hit the bookshelf and it toppled like dominoes. The affect continued until there was one bookshelf left... You hopped out of the way in perfect timing, then twisted to look at the disaster.

Twilight heard the incident and was slowly rising from under the front desk, and she scanned the area. Her mouth dropped along with her glasses, which both smashed against the floor. The only books that were intact were the ones that were in shelves, not wooden shelves, but stone shelves inside the wall. Her sparkly, purple eyes examined around the room before fixating on you.

"What in the name of Celestia did you do?!" She sprung up from her knees onto her shoes, eyes still locked onto you.

"Fought an epic back of effing awesomeness, Twilight." You headed towards the door, since the library stairs to floor two got blocked off, "Never expect you to do that."

"Well I'd hate to resort to swearing, but this has been the shitiest day of my life." She whispered to herself, "SPIKE! WE HAVE SOME CLEANING TO DO!"

Back at the dorm, you entered through the door. Dash just got into the dorm too, and as soon as you and her met eyesight... Laughter. Then when you both finally shut up, a loving stare took place, "So..."

"So..." She repeated after you, "I guess I enjoyed that-"

"You enjoyed that kiss?!" You squealed.

"Took the words right out of my mouth." She smirked, "But nobody's asked me out yet..! Hint, hint."

"Dash, would you like to be my girlfriend?!"

"I don't know... I guess I'll have to check..."

"Shut up." You deadpanned.

"Okay..." Her bottom lip somehow popped out, making you... Somehow... Kiss her on the cheek. She smiled and clapped her hands together, "Now what?"

"I don't know..." The corners of your mouth went up majorly, just the corners, and you pushed Dash onto the bed, "I know now!"

Your fingers waggled as you grazed them over the bottom of Dash's feet, her kicking you and rolling off, "Just because we're dating doesn't give you permission to tickle-rape me."

"It isn't rape if you like it, Dashiepookinpiesweetiepuss." My brain tends to make my mouth sputter without actually thinking.

"That is the best name ever. I am changing my name to Dashiepookinpiesweetiepuss," She raised her fist to her mouth and coughed, "Mademoiselle Dashiepookinpiesweetiepuss LeGrande!"

"I think Lesbian Carwasher fits you better." BRAIN.

"Watch your back, as that little comment will come back and punch you in the nose." It was completely silent for a moment before she, out of the blue, snorted. Her eyes went wide and she clasped her two hands over her nose.

"Ha ha, you snorted." You pointed at Dash, her hands still held over her nose.

"Not funny!" Her raspy voice was nasally, because of her nose-clenching. She let go and slapped you, hard.

"How many times do you have to hit me?"

"As many times as I want. I do not snort, and I didn't snort." She forced, "You got it?!"

"Wow, You're aggressive." My brain actually worked that time.

"So what-"

"Volleyball practice in twenty minutes, for thou female volleyball-ers..." A very, very loud, sophisticated voice boomed through the announcements, "Tia', how shall we... I switch this contraption off?"

"The off button, Luna."

"Makes a decent amount of sense." The announcer, Vice Principal Luna, had her voice cut off at the end by herself accidentally pushing the button.

"Is it strange that, even though it's Winter already, that was the first time I've heard Vice Principal Luna?" You pointed out, whacking your head against the air to cause the ringing to escape.

"Nah, I think you heard her before on the announcements."

"I did?" Your brain, curse that brain of yours, scratched through memories.

"You didn't hear the one about the Hearth's Warming Dance?" She cocked her head, "Her and I are like close buddies and I knew about it earlier, though."

No, I did not hear that. In fact, I don't know if I'd go anyways since I don't have a date- Oh wait, yes I do. BRAIN, YOU SO CRAY-CRAY.

"I must've been out or something..." You looked at the wall-clock, "You should get ready for the practice."

After finishing the sentence, Dash ran into the closet... Pulled out a bag, threw the clothing across the room, ran across the room, undressed and then dressed in uniform, finally slinging the gym bag over her shoulder. She ran to the door and down the hallway, reaching for the library door to take the short-cut. As she did, a pile of books flew out and hit her. She threw them back in and slammed the door, with a few paper cuts.

"Twilight's smart, not fast at cleaning." You said as you stepped out of the dorm slowly.

"I should have seen the books piled against the glass walls, shouldn't I have?" She sighed and wiped a tear of blood off her finger.

"Yeah, but Twilight's at volleyball practice so she isn't cleaning." You looked into the library and a book disappeared, "Or is she cleaning?"

The book that was removed from the towering pile was replaced by an arm that was in a purple-gray sweater. A couple more books were removed and you saw a male that was too young to be in college with a green Mohawk. Dash squinted and jumped high, waving to the guy through the glass. She ran up and knocked on the glass, making the dude almost fall off the ladder he was climbing.

He quickly shimmied up the ladder to scold the glass-knocker, but had the same reaction to Dash as Dash had to him, "Hi Rainbow!"

"Sup Spike?"

"Nothing much, Twilight forced me to clean up this... Bookalanche... She has volleyball practice and ditched me." He rolled his eyes, "I think she's lying about the practice. She sucks at sports."

"She's not kidding, I'm on the team too and she's there." Dash squished her face against the glass.

"Don't do that, I'll have to clean it because if I don't Twilight will yell at me for not satisfying her OCD." Spike's hand held up a cloth.

"Does Twi hate you or something?" You butt in the conversation, being left out isn't quite your thing. Yes it is.

"No, she loves me." Spike shrugged.

"Yeah, dude. If Twi didn't love him, life would be hell." Dash crossed her arms and removed her face from the glass.

"Why?"

"Because sisters have to love you." Spike answered your question, Dash nodding along with his words.

"You don't look like her at all... Aren't siblings supposed to have the tiniest hint of resemblance?" Right?

"Adopted..." Dash smiled, "Pinkie, Spike and I have the same type of backstory... Except Pinkie was accepted by her first adoption parents after she was put up for adoption, Spike ran away from his..." Dash looked at Spike, who shrugged like he doesn't care.

"Tell him, I don't care." He said dryly.

"Spike ran way from his abusive family, was found and was put up for adoption. Twi always wanted a little brother, so she got him." She emphasized 'little', "Twi has an older brother who's married to the chemistry teacher, I think you knew about the big brother... But not the married thing. That's how Spike here, who's very smart for his Grade 11 age, got into this school as a helper."

"Did you tell him how you're hiding that you're smart-" Spike got scared when Dash punched the glass right where his face was, and slid down the ladder.

She spun around and walked to the end of the hall to walk down the stairs, after she did so, she disappeared from your sight.

"Heh. I knew I wasn't the only one that thought Dash was smart."

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