I'm not sure if anyone has done this ship before, but if they have, they probably haven't done it quite like this...
>Wallflower Blush was standing just outside the yearbook room, watching her clubmates (technically, though the other girls had never recognized Wallflower as one of them) in the midst of their conversation
>She knew each of their names by heart, at this point
>And of course she would, she had posted enough pictures of them, their adventures, and their sickeningly adorable group-shots into the yearbook for the past four years of her life
>In a sick way, Wallflower felt like she knew them almost intimately: Rarity was the fashionable one, Pinkie the heavy partier, Twilight the brainy one, etc.
>It was kinda impressive how much you could learn about someone just through their photos
>And yet, none of them even new Wallflowers name, or seemed to remember that she existed as soon as she'd left the room
>Currently, the seven friends were seated around the table, a shared spread of snacks spread between them to celebrate the coming end of the school year, and the yearbook's impending completion
>The entire room was abuzz with chatter and friendliness: Pinkie Pie had brought a plate heaped with cupcakes, themselves frosted with an edible glitter, and Sunset and Twilight were leading a 'tell us your favorite memory from the past year' type game
Hey, girls," she called out timidly from the doorway
>Only Sunset Shimmer looked over, her smile friendly, but distant
>"Oh, hey! This is the yearbook-club room. You're probably looking for the print shop, it's next door."
"I know. I'm here for-- never mind. Thanks."
>"Don't mention it!"
>"And don't forget to pick up your yearbook next week!" Twilight Sparkle called from behind Shimmer's shoulder
"I won't. Trust me."
>Wallflower sighed and turned away
>At the very least, the print shop would be empty; loneliness was easier to bear and to rationalize when you physically *were* alone, Wallflower had learned