>>32170187>"Well, I thought you and my sister were a couple forever, right? And I might have thought you were cute when she brought you home to visit, but I figured I wasn't gonna get a shot...">You nodded along, folding your arms over your chest.
"What's the big deal, then? I'll tell you right now, I think you're great, and I'm not seeing anyone. Let's pick this up tomorrow and see where it goes.">She shook her head, but looked up and smiled at you.>"Yeah, you're right. I'm just drunk, I guess. Not thinking straight or something. Go on, get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow.">You always thought that smile was a bit funny.>It kept you up at nights sometimes.>Because she'd been right. >You didn't see her the next morning.>When you asked Pinkie where she was, she told you Limestone had gone home early.>It took a while for Pinkie to budge, but eventually she'd admitted that Limestone had been really embarrassed about how she'd acted that night.>You'd put out some feelers, asked Pinkie to have her call you or give you her number a couple times, but she said she couldn't.>It had actually put a bit of a strain on your relationship with Pinkie for a while.>But after a while, you'd put it behind you.>You couldn't stay mad at your best friend forever, and she hadn't put the boots to you for messing around with her sister in the first place.>Fast forward to now.>Pinkie, sitting on your bed, looking at you nervously.>Brain, recalling past events, examining past emotions.>"Soooo... Good flashback?" Pinkie asked, tapping her fingers against her thighs.
"Depends, I guess. Since she's coming back, to live with you no less, are you finally going to tell me why I couldn't get a hold of her for almost a year?">Pinkie looked down, eventually shaking her head.
"Well then, no, Pinkie. It was a terrible flashback and you can get the fuck out of my room." >Pinkie looked up at you, crestfallen.>"It's not like I don't want to tell you, Anon. It's just..."