Lesbian Drama Simulator | APPLEDASH

Rainbow's Revolutionary Rizz

You know, I've never really flirted on purpose before.

That's weird, right? You would think a complete Casanova like me would be trained in the pick-up art, but truth is, I just don't need to try.

Like, there's this girl who I knew last summer, at Stunt Training Camp. She was a lot of things, but she was mostly a trigger-happy idiot, and that's a LOT coming from me.

But before I realized that, we got along pretty well. Crazy well! We were always roughhousing and screwing around. She was basically just like me, and I didn't see how big of a problem that was.

I didn't clock it back then, but we were definitely flirting. She was, like, super touchy, but not in the way my friends are. And since we agreed on so much, we called each other partners in crime.

It went on like that 'til she turned out to be a major asshole, and I got her kicked outta the camp. Sucks to suck.

What I mean to say is, whenever I've wanted to flirt with someone before, I just did it without thinking.

But something tells me it won't be that easy with Applejack.

"Mornin', Dash,"

Speak of the devil.

I shut my locker crazy fast before turning to greet her. "How's it hanging, AJ?"

"Like a noose in the woods, sugarcube," okay, where did that emo response come from? She looks beat, which is normal for most people in the morning, but not for Applejack. She's got those mutated farmer genes that make a person wake up before noon on weekends.

"Jeez, what happened to you?" I grin, "Did Applebloom cook breakfast again?"

She cracks a smile. "If that were the case, Ah'd be in the ICU right now," she starts fiddling with her locker's padlock. "It's Rarity, actually."

I give her a very flat look. "AJ, you gotta let the galoshes go."

"It ain't about the galoshes, ya varmint. It's about the Fall Formal helper fella,"

Yeah, completely forgot about all that. "The Trendyhoof guy that she's totally crushing on? What, she's talking your ear off?"

Applejack sighs, scooping up her textbooks and shutting her locker. "Somethin' like that. See, Ah don't normally mind when she talks about who's got her fancy, but this one's a l'il...strange."

Wait— since when does Rarity go to AJ about romance stuff? I make sure my confusion doesn't show on my face when I respond. "Stranger than what went down with Blueblood?"

She looks at me like a doctor about to give me my cancer diagnosis. "She's got a shrine for him, Dash."

.... "You're joking,"

She just keeps looking at me. There's not a single hint of joking-ness on her face...speaking of, AJ's got a lot of freckles. I guess that's the sorta thing you stop noticing after so many years, but now it's like I'm discovering them all over again. Her freckles are pale against her skin, and they stand out like stars in the night— NOPE. BAD BRAIN.

"Well, crap. The aliens got Rarity." They must've gotten me too, with the way my brain's acting up!

"That's what Ah was thinkin'! Like, Rarity's a fine gal, she's got boys pining for her like she's the last drop of cider, 'n that's who she falls for?"

"Yeah, well, it's not like you can choose who you're into, Applejack."

....WHY did I just say that!?

"Uh...yeah. S'pose you're right." She looks away, readjusting her hat. "Sorry about that, sugarcube. It's just a smidge worryin', is all."

Ok, ok, I can salvage this! Just need to recoup... "Uh— yanno what's really worrying?"

She raises a brow. "What?"

"Thatttt....we haven't hung out in like, forever!" Yes! You're a genius, me! "Let's hang afterschool, go for slushies or something. You in?"

All of a sudden, Applejack shoots me the stabbiest look known to man. "Ah dunno, Dash— you gonna make me buy you a jumbo slushie again?"

Ok, when is she gonna let that go?! You forget your wallet once and suddenly you're a 'freeloader' and a 'no-good-slushie-fueled grifter'. "I paid you back for that!"

"You gave me a Daring Do keychain,"

"Uhh, yeah, which is way more valuable than some stupid slushie, anyway," I huff, "whatever. I'll buy my own stuff."

"You promise?"

I pretend to be all serious and raise my arm in a salute. "Scout's honour,"

We stand like for a few seconds before she turns away, laughing. "You looked so dumb just now,"

"Wha— hey!"

She starts laughing harder, and soon I'm laughing with her. While we walk to our home rooms, that twisty-turny feeling starts back up in my stomach.

And, guess what? It kinda feels good this time. Like the fizz from a can of pop when you first crack it open.

Not to be lame or anything, but I kinda sorta relate to Rarity's whole shrine-making thing. Not that I'd ever do it! But like...I get it.