>Be Anon
>Today is the day.
>The day where you finally ask if she will go out with you.
>You've been trying to build up the courage for a long time to simply walk near her...but this time, you're going to do it, and more.
>With timid steps, you make way to the rainbow-haired girl as she sits patiently at the bus stop bench.
>She's alone, as she usually is...but not for long.
“Hey,” you say.
>She notices you and moves her stuff from the bench onto the ground, giving a space to sit.
>“S'up. Here.”
“Uh thanks...”
>“No prob.”
>You sit on the bench next to her as she goes back to her own thoughts.
>You, on the other hand, are shocked that you finally spoke to her.
>Now if only she would carry a conversation...
>Perhaps you should try to start a discussion?
“I never knew you took the bus,” you lie.
>“Never seen you talk before.”
“Uh, touché.”
>Try not to sweat, try not to sweat...
“I'm Anonymous...nice to meet you.”
>She nods.
>“Cool.”
>Another silence carries, and you pray it's not as awkward for her as it feels for you.
>Maybe she'll say her name,mother you can continue talking?
>I mean, why not, right?
>Just come on as a friendly guy who wants to talk, and--
>“I'm Rainbow Dash...Look, there something that you want? Cause you seem to be trying real hard to make chit chat with me, dude.”
>Oh shit, she knows.
>Christ this was so fucking stupid of you.
>Why did you think this was a good idea?
“Uh, y-yeah. I've kinda thought that--if you're available, that is--we could kinda maybe...go out for lunch one night?”
>A sigh comes out of her as she turns to face you.
>She looks at you, but the face she has is not one you'd hope for.
>She looks very unimpressed.
>You decide to stare down at your feet, drowning in your embarrassment.
“I-I'm sorry, I just really thought I...maybe I could...”
>You sigh drearily.
>This is worse than defeat.
>This is failure.
>Dash responds as she has the whole time: without care.
 
>“Look fella, I'm gonna be nice here and tell you the truth. You and me on a dinner date? It ain't happening.”
>Your head can only hang so low...
“I see.”
>The rumbling of the bus garners her attention, as it hisses to a stop.
>The doors open with a cranky sound, as an even crankier bus driver waits for you and Dash to hop on.
>The blue girl heads up the steps into the vehicle, but pays you one last moment of conversation.
>“You hopping on or not?”
“I'll, uh, I'll just take the next one,” you say with a pained smile.
>Dash shrugs as she pays her fare as the bus doors close, and drives off.
>She's gone.
>...You goddamn idiot.
>You get up from the bench as your fist clench.
>It doesn't matter how cold your fingers are from the cold weather outside, you just can't believe your own stupidity!
>You growl as you kick some shoveled snow in frustration.
>Why would you subjugate yourself to that?
>You knew this wouldn't work, but here you fucking are!
>You kick the bench with a yell.
>This was so fucking dumb of you!
>Yeah, Rainbow Dash would TOTALLY like you.
>Fucking idiot.
>Fucking NOBODY likes you...
>...
>Nobody...
>With a sigh, you sit back down.
>Wow, that's actually true.
>Nobody does like you...
>You're invisible, obsolete even.
>No one hates you, but no one cares about who you are.
>Yet you thought you had a shot with an athletic bombshell.
>Ha, fat chance.
>Of course this would happen!
>You're a dork, a nobody.
>No one cares about you except your family, and they're hardly ever around to begin with.
>You're all alone this Christmas, Anon.
>No friends to talk to, no brother to joke with, no sister to tease, no girlfriend.
>You are alone.
>And you hate it.
>...what if you didn't have to be this alone?
>There's gotta be a reason you're so ignored, but why?
>You take a seat on the bench again.
>Why can't you be what you want?
>You know, muscular, smarter, better with humor....
 
1 Year later
>“You guys see Anon? He got me a PRESENT!”
>Twilight puts a hand on Pinkie's shoulder.
>“Whoa, calm down Pinkie. Can you at least try maintain your enthusiasm?” Twi says.
>“He and I talked today, and he's so cool and dreamy and super duper HAWT, and he's, like, so nice and stuff that he gave me this!”
>From nowhere, she holds a pink ballon dog.
>She hugs it closely to her chest, yet amazingly doesn't pop it.
>Rarity wipes part of a pastry from her mouth with a napkin.
>“I agree. I never knew how charming he could be. He even knew my favorite perfume!”
>“And he's so good with my little animals babies! He knows exactly how to love my wittle preciouses the right way. In fact, he gave Angel a carrot!”
>“And has no one else noticed how clever he is? It's so hard to find guys with looks and brains!”
>“Heh, yeah, ya know that from Brad, don't ya?” chuckles Applejack.
>Twi's cheeks become red as she punches her friend teasingly.
>“Hey! At least I had a boyfriend...”
>“Oooh! Shots fired, AJ!” hollers Rainbow Dash, only for AJ to quip again.
>“Yeah, like ya ever had a boyfriend yerself, RD.”
>Dash almost retorts, but immediately withdraws as she finds AJ right.
>“Ok, fine, ya got me there.”
>“Dashie dear, please,” reassures Rarity, “Twilight is the only one of us who's had a “fling” with someone--”
>“And it was awful,” Twi grumbles.
>“--But please do yourself a favor and try not to take it personally, will you?”
>Rainbow Dash folds her arms at Rarity, and scoffs like a child.
>“Not like I have a crush on anyone anyways...”
>“Really? Because that totally sounds a lot like something someone said who totally really probably does have a MAJOR crush on someone. Do you have crush? I bet you have a crush, don't you?”
>Dash tries to back up from Pinkie, who leans closer to her face with excited eyes.
>She realizes that scooting away from her is not an option in a booth at Sugarcube Corner.
 
>“What are you talking about Pinkie? No I don't! Why would I? You really think I'd have a crush on some average dude from this place?”
>Twilight grins.
>“...You totally like Anon, don't you?”
>Dash's cheeks start to blush.
>“Fluttershy, you're gonna help me out, right?”
>With a somewhat nervous smile, she gingerly shrugs.
>“Sorry Dashie, but it's just a little teensy bit more obvious than you might think. Sorry...”
>“But I...I don't...”
>“Rainbow, please. None of us will judge you if you just speak the utmost truth.”
>“Rarity I don't...ugh.”
>Dash's face becomes a shade of red as she feels her face get hot.
>“Is...Is it really that obvious you guys?” she asks timidly.
>Twilight nods her head no.
>“No, it's not so blatant as you think, Rainbow...but it certainly was to us.”
>“Course we noticed. I doubt anyone outside of our 'lil group here's goin' to, though.”
>“Ok, good. I...don't really want word of it going around, ya know?”
>Dash looks behind her nervously, making sure no one at any other booths hear her.
>“Besides, I kinda messed it up before I even had a chance with him.”
>The whole table goes quiet.
>It takes a moment for it to register for Dash's friends.
>“Pardon dear,” asks an intrigued Rarity, “did you ask him out?”
>The boastful girl suddenly acts more meek.
>“No. He asked me out.”
>Just then, all the girls begin talking in a frenzy.
>“HE asked YOU? Rainbow Dash, dontcha know how big that is?! ”
>“...I rejected him.”
>...
>“You...did...WHAT?!?!” shouts Pinkie.
>“It was a year ago! No one even knew his name. 'Sides, I was a different person back then, ya know? It was before he changed and stuff.”
>“You weren't mean to him, right?” asks a curious Fluttershy.
>Twilight starts.
>“Of course she didn't, Shy! Dash might be rude sometimes, but never THAT rude.”
>Rainbow twiddles her thumbs as she looks down at the table.
>Twilight's shocked.
>“What. Did. You. Do?”
 
>The blue girl shrugs.
>“I was just really rude to him. I mean, I was in a bad mode at the time, and I get hit on, like, all the friggin' time, so I thought he was being kind of creepy! Honest!”
>Rainbow Dash leans with her elbow on the table, a guilty frown on her face.
>“I told him that there wasn't a chance we'd be a thing, and he stayed at the bus stop after looking like he was about to cry. I just thought he was some creep at the time, not this lonely kid...didn't mean to break the dude's heart.”
>The group of girl all was taking it in slowly, astonished by Rainbow Dash and how brash she was.
>The questions didn't stop there though.
>“And when was this, darling?” queried an irritated Rarity.
>Dash sighs.
>If she hadn't looked bad enough already, this next detail would certainly stick out as the worse.
>“Christmas,” says Dash, “it was on Christmas.”
>The whole table goes dead silent.
>“You broke his heart...on Christmas,” chanted Twilight to herself.
>Then her eyes go wide.
>“Dash. Apologize. Do it. Right now.”
>Rainbow looks at Twilight like she's an idiot.
>“Uh, hello? Don't have his phone number,”
“You don't need it.”
>The familiar voice is deeper than the one dash remembers, but she knew its owner.
>From the booth behind the mane six's, Anon leans over.
>“What the he--Oh. Oh shit.”
“Hey, how's it going Rainbow. Long time no see.”
>All the girls look at Anon as Dash tries her best not to.
>Her face is flustered beyond what is considered possible by now.
>“H-hey Anon...! Uh, whatcha doin' here?” asks a nervous Applejack.
>He shrugs.
 
“Celebrating Christmas.”
>Twilight notices the lack of others in Anon's booth.
>“Then why is no one at your booth?”
>Anon answers without a beat.
“Because I'm alone. I was gonna meet a friend. I had this sweet deal from a coupon for Sugarcube Corner where if you and whoever you're with get two pies of the same flavor, you get one of 'em free.”
>“Then where's your friend, partner?” asks Applejack.
>Anon sighs.
“I've been asking that myself for the past hour...”
>Dash ponders for a moment, but speaks soon enough.
>“Anon, can I talk to you? I think you know what it's about...”
“Dash. Don't worry about it tonight,” he says dismissively, “it's Christmas.”
>“...You wanna sit with us, Anon? Uh, you know, unless you girls don't mind.”
>The rest of the mane six have no objections.
>Anon smiles as he walks over to there booth.
>“Ya know I'm sorry, right Anon?”
“Yeah, but I forgive ya. It's Christmas. Now lets order some cocoa, okay?”
>All girls smile with Anon.
>Tis the season.
>Remember that forgiveness feeds into togetherness, and how can we be together if we can't forgive one another?
>Merry Christmas /MLP/, and thanks for another year of horse shit.
>I love you guys, I love this shit fandom.
>Happy New Year.