A Search For Something More

Chapter 2: Pinkie Pie's Party

I can't believe I'm doing this. I was perfectly fine with not trying to find a girlfriend while I'm still in high school. Now here I am, walking toward the front porch of Pinkie Pie's house after she practically tortured me to go to her darn party. At least getting hypnotized by Sunset Shimmer and The Dazzlings was quick and painless.

There's no point in turning back now, so I may as well get this over with. I make it to the front door, already hearing people chattering inside, but before I could ring the doorbell, the door flies open and reveals an excited Pinkie Pie.

"Rough Draft! You made it!!!"

Evidently, Pinkie Pie has been waiting for me.

Before I know it, Pinkie pulls me inside her house and leads me to the middle of the living room. It appears practically half of the school has already come and started hanging out, eating snacks, playing games and so on.

"Soooo, see any girls that might suit your interest?" I hear Pinkie Pie say with a not-so-subtle hint of anticipation in her voice. I hesitate before I respond.

"Actually, Pinkie, maybe I should grab a snack or something before I go that far," I answer. "I mean the night is still young, and there's no reason to hurry, right?"

"Oooo! That's a great idea!" says Pinkie Pie. "Get settled before looking around and finding someone to make a move on. How strategically sneaky. Well, don't let me stop you from melting some hearts. Go get 'em, tiger!"

She elbows me and gives me a wink before she walks away, leaving me to do whatever she said I'm going to do, I guess.

I walk over to the food table and grab some chips and punch before I make my way toward an empty wall to lean on. As I start eating, I decide to look around and see if there actually are some girls that could be worth humoring Caramel, Soarin, and Pinkie Pie. Unsurprisingly, there aren't any. Most of the girls that are at the party are with their boyfriends or in a big group. I sigh as I begin to contemplate how pointless this whole thing is. On the bright side, it can't get any worse than this.

"Hi, Rough Draft."

...It got worse.

With full control over my emotions, I slowly turn to find Sunset Shimmer standing right next to me. She gives this innocent, nervous chuckle that makes my blood boil. She already has nearly the whole school convinced about her 'reformation,' and now she's trying to make me believe that she has genuinely changed too so that she's even closer to her goal to use everyone again. I look away from her, staying focused on eating my food, hoping that will give her the message. But I can tell she's still there.

"Um...h-how are you?" she asks awkwardly. I keep a disinterested face, ignoring what she is saying. "Um, what's new with your stories? Destroyed any more Sith empires since facing Darth Jafierum lately?"

Seriously?! Trying to strike a conversation by pretending to be genuinely interested in my stories this time? That's kind of pathetic. Nice touch with mentioning the Sith Lord I was fighting in my stories at the time though. I reluctantly have to give her that.

"H-how about this party, huh? Pinkie Pie is outdoing herself this time. I hear Vinyl Scratch is going to bring her DJ booth mobile to play some tunes on the front yard later on."

Again, I ignore what she is saying.

"Um...would you like to dance with my friends and me when she comes here?"

I finally stop eating.

Really? Is she serious? Does she think that asking me to dance is going to make everything go away? Talk about nerve! I quietly take a deep breath before I slowly shake my head no.