Appledash AU ~•~Can't Stay Away~•~

Chapter 7

Dash woke up when someone was shaking her. "Dash! DASH!"

Her eyes fluttered open and met jade blurs.

"Applejack?"

"Up n' at em', Rainbow. It's Saturday."

Dash realized she was on AJ's couch.

"Then why'd you wake me up? I could've still slept."

"Uh, it's kinda creepy ta have a guest sleepin' on ya couch, and havin' ta pass by em'," she grinned sheepishly.

I chuckled, flashing my teeth.

"For your own personal gain, eh?"

"Eh? Y'all Canadian or sumthin?"

"Our voice actor is."

"Huh?"

Dash chuckled. "It's called the fourth wall. Look it up," she smirked, flicking AJ's nose.

AJ frowned for a second, then proceeded to do her morning rituals. (I.E: Brushing teeth, Combing hair, shower, ect.)

Dash took the time to explore.

The majority of AJ's house was made of oak wood.

It was settled in a sort of desert like atmosphere, being the only house for at least a mile.

The living room was decorated in the theme of western style. A ceramic, realistic bullhead skull was hanging over the hearth of a fireplace, yet no fire roared in the still silence.

The chimney was decorated thick clay bricks, slightly matching adobe bricks.

The room was not big, but not small either. It was average sized, and the couch was an ugly green, way to much dark green, with specks of blue.

A rocking chair sat in the corner, and seemed like it hadn't been used in forever. Dust had collected, and various spiderwebs linked the pale brown floor and deep maroon oak chair.

"what the?"

Dash began tracing her finger along the edge, and retracted her hand in pain, cursing.

"Fuck," she swore, as she inspected her finger.

"Dash?! Where are y-"

Applejack came into the room in a flannel loose fitting jacket and denim jeans.

"Oh, uh. Ya' might wanna keep away from that darn thing," she chuckled unconvincingly.

Dash pressed her lips in a firm line.

"Well this,'Darn thing,' looks pretty valuable if you ask me."

Dash winced as she accidentally rubbed her finger and thumb together.

"What's wrong?" Applejack asked, trying to change the subject.

"I don't know. You know, this thing's also a death trap," Dash smirked, as Applejack came to look at her.

Dash's tan finger had sustained a splinter.

"Hmm. Doesn't seem to bad. Let's go get it bandaged up, though. A cut should never go disinfected," she said, though her voice faltered on the last line.

Dash nodded, as Applejack led her through a narrow, short hall that slightly smelled of drywall and collecting dust.

Pictures of odd people, a small girl with dazzling maroon hair and a huge pink bow, a boy slightly older than Dash with blonde, stringy hair, and a couple, hung on the walls.

The woman to the right had glimmering purple eyes and cascading matching hair, and the man to her left had a blue hair that was swept back into a slick do, and green galactic eyes, matching Applejack's.

Dash felt a smile crept onto her face. Her family seemed nice. They must be gone for the holidays, off to see a relative AJ didn't like, possibly.

"In here," AJ smiled, gesturing into a restroom.

Opening the medicine cabinet that looked like a small mirror, several things caught Dash's eye.

Bloodied bandages fell out, along with a disinfectant and a small blade that was caked in crusty, dried blood.

Then it hit her. Applejack. She still cut.

"Oh, Shit!" Applejack cursed beneath her breath, quickly picking everything up.

Dash felt tears eat at her.

"N-Not again," she swallowed, looking into Applejack's green guilt filled eyes.

Applejack looked down quickly, trying to avoid the gaze of her.

Ah can't fall in love again. Ah can't, Applejack cried in her head, as a tear slid down her cheek.

"Applejack... Why? You're so perfect, you truly are, and yet, you do this."

Applejack tried putting the items away in the cabinet again, but Dash grasped her wrist and wouldn't release it.

"Please, Applejack... Let me help you," Dash tried, her voice shattering and cracking.

"Ahm fine."

"No, plea-"

"Ah said, Ahm fine."

"No, you're not," Dash pressed.

Silence.

"You're lyin'."

"I'M NOT."

"YES YA ARE! HOW DO I KNOW YA NOT ANY DIFFERENT THEN THEM FREELOADERS OUT THERE? HOW DO I KNOW YA WON'T JUST ONE DAY LEAVE?!"

"BECAUSE THOSE FREELOADERS DON'T LOVE YOU THE WAY I DO!"

~~~HOLYMUTHAFUKINSHIT~~~

Drama.

I hate it.

Unless it's in a story.

But in real life, it's shit.

Speaking of, I have a question:

If someone doesn't want to talk to you, what would you do?

A) Beg them and annoy them.

B) Spread rumors about them.

C) respect their decision and leave them alone to simmer down.

I need a serious answer.

Cause there's this girl that's annoying the hell out of me because I won't talk to her. Apparently she's decided choice B.

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her fatass mouth and smack talked my crush.

>:( I never forgive if you trash talk my friends and the people I love.

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