Lesbian Drama Simulator | APPLEDASH

Something's Gotta Give

The school's gym is packed enough to populate a tiny mining town called Somewhereville where everyone shares a communal toilet right now. I think of telling Pinkie this, but knowing her history with small mining towns...yeah, might be better to keep this one unsaid.

She throws her hands up with a whoop, drawing eyes soon as we walk through the door. "Who's ready to PAR-TAY?"

"PINKIE!" Cheers ripple through the crowd, loud enough to get the rafters shaking. Pinkie laughs.

"Not just me, sillies— you guys too! Lemme hear some noise!" Before rushing off, Pinks glances at me. "Coming, Dashie?"

"Nah, not yet," my eyes rove around the room, skipping from head to head in search of a well-used cowboy hat. "Try not to make another mosh-pit without me,"

"No promises!" Pinkie skips into the chaos without a second thought.

We really hit it out of the park with these decorations, now that I look at it. Haybales standing in for a snack table, pumpkins stacked to cover up that whole in the wall from that termite infestation last year, and there's even leaves hanging from the rafters. What's funny is, I don't remember helping out with most of it.

My focus was pulled to three different places while we were putting stuff together, so decorating was getting, like, 35% of my brain power max.

But right now, I'm putting all 100% of this brain into one thing only. Even breathing is on the back-burner right now!

Finally, I spot her stetson off to the back. She's standing by the hay-bale-snack-table lovechild. Bullseye.

I push my way through the wall of dancing people, ducking and weaving like I'm in the fourth quarter of a Basketball game, only way sweatier. Yeah, something about school dances makes people REALLY sweaty, to the point where actual puddles form on the ground. Seriously, Twilight's gotta to do a study on it.

I come out the other end of the B.O and discount perfume mixed fog with a grin. There she is alright, stacking her plate with finger foods. I sneak up behind her, which is way easier thanks to the EDM filling the air.

"Gonna save any for the rest of us?"

Applejack startles, whipping around. "Huh— oh. S'just you."

"Hey, what's with that reaction?!"

She laughs at me like the finger-food hogging monster she is. "Thought y'all were somebody important for a second there," she holds up a croquette. "Want one?"

I squint. "You already took a bite of that," I swat her hand away. "What're you doing over here, anyway?"

"Gettin' some grub 'fore everything gets spiked again," she rests her free hand on her hip, and my eyes follow. Her blue dress stops at her knees, a few centimetres away from touching her cowgirl boots. The neckline is lower than usual, and it's sleeveless. Freckles dot her bare shoulders.

I pull my eyes back up to her face. "Did they ever find out who did that?"

"Nope. Chances are, they're slinkin' around here right this second," her eyes sweep the room before refocusing on me. "You seen the others yet?"

"Nah," I came straight to you. "We'll run into them at some point," which I'm kinda dreading. Seeing the girls is no problem, but Trenderhoof is bound to be somewhere in this room, prolly thinking up farm related pick up lines as we speak.

My attention swerves though, when AJ perks up all of a sudden. "Shoot, they're playin' my song,"

Hearing fiddles in the first five seconds of the song, I roll my eyes. "Your song? Dude, this is pretty much the national cowboy anthem. It's mandatory listening at this point,"

She elbows me in the ribs. "Enough outta you, varmint," after looking around for a sec, she sets her plate down on an innocent looking pumpkin. Then, she turns back to me and loops her arm through mine with a grin. "C'mon, we're dancin',"

Before I can get another word in, she's pulling me out onto the dancefloor, past couples who need a reminder that they're in a High school's Gym and people who haven't touched a stick of deodorant in all their lives.

AJ doesn't let go of me for a second, and the disco-ball Pinkie rigged up reflects flashes of colorful light on her hair, and wow her arm is toned does she lift weights or is picking apples just that big of a workout?

We reach a less crowded spot somehow, and she stops, detaching from me and grinning. "You ready, partner?"

Does she know what she's doing to me?

I get my voice(and my thoughts) under control and grin right back at her. "You bet!"

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"Holy shit..."

"Language,"

"That. Was. Awesome!" I throw my hands up, falling back onto the hay beneath me. We're off to the corner of the gym, now, sitting side by side in one of those cart thingies you use to move hay around. "We had like, a whole audience!"

She laughs a bit. "Only cuz you broke out the kickspins,"

"Uhh, you forgetting your footwork at the end there? Grapebush or whatever,"

"Grapevine, sugarcube,"

"Same difference. It was like, straight out a western movie!" My cheeks kinda hurt from how big I'm smiling. "All of you is straight out a western movie,"

"Uh...thanks?" She stands up from the cart, rustling up hay. "Ah'll be back in a blink, Dash,"

I blink 20 whole times before she's back. When I tell her, she rolls her eyes at me and knocks my chin with a solo cup. "Drink it,"

I draw myself upright again. "What's in it?"

"Ain't the punch, don't y'all worry," she settles back beside me, holding a cup of her own. "Go on, take a sip,"

Huh. A little suspicious, but AJ only ever pulls pranks on me if I prank her really bad first, and the last time I did *that* was back in July. Doubt she's been biding her time this long. I take a swig of it and—

"CIDER?!"

"Shh!" She looks around to make sure no one heard. "Lower yer voice, would'ja?!"

"How did— where was—"

"Ah brought a few bottles, have 'em in the truck," she chuckles, "figured you'd 'ppreciate a taste,"

"Omigosh." I swear there's a pink fuzzy filter on my eyes right now, cuz she's literally glowing. Her cheeks are flushed from our dance, and her fancified hat sits lopsided on her head. Her hair's a golden mess, sticking up every which way, and I wonder what it'd be like to run my hands through it, to undo that ponytail. She's smiling just as big as I am. I think I wanna see that smile for the rest of my life.

That fizzy soda pop feeling fills my head, and before I know it I'm opening my mouth again. "AJ? I love you."

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