[[I feel like I'm the ProtonJonSA of fanfiction. I am sorry for never updating, but schoolwork has kept me from working out ideas. I also think my two unfinished fanfics are too linear and don't give me room to express myself. That is why I am going to focus mainly of this one right now. This is a sequel to my second fanfic, "Gold and Silver". I felt like the original was too short and hurried. I'll try to make this one longer as well as slower and more detailed. I hope you enjoy.
~DD~]]
Chapter One
Gold Dust powered down his laptop and started putting his schoolbooks back into his backpack. Why do I have to write a 25-page essay? Why? He questioned as he leaned back in one of the public library's chairs. He was at the library since it was a nice and quiet place for him to do his schoolwork and to study for his exams. Since he was in college now, his work seemed harder than ever. No sense griping about it. I should just get it done when I get back to the house. He slung each bag over one shoulder and proceeded out the library's main entrance into the spring evening light. After he located his car (A newer model that had a custom flame-inspired paintjob), he threw both bags into the backseat, slid behind the driver's wheel, ands started the car up. I should also chat with Silver Star when I get back. It's always soothing to hear his voice. Gold adjusted the rearview mirror, turned on the radio ("Metallicolt, hell yeah." he cheered quietly to himself.), and backed out of the parking lot.
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"That will be 5 bits, ma'am." Silver Star told the mare in front of him at the checkout counter of the convenience store he had worked at for the past several months. After she paid him, Silver Star ended the short conversation with "Thank you, come again." As he dumped the bits inside the cash register, one of his coworkers walked up to him. "Your shift is over, Silver. You can go home now."
"Thanks Buttercup. See you tomorrow at noonish." Before he left, he grabbed a few cans of Pwny and deposited his own money in the cash register. As he exited out the back entrance, he shook off his wrinkled vest and name tag that read "Hi, my name is Silver Star". "This thing is absolutely ridiculous-looking." He grumbled as he slung it across his bag. He made it to his car (An older model pony equivalent of a sedan. It wasn't fancy nor ugly, just plain.), threw everything into the passenger seat, plopped into the driver's seat, and drove out of there as well.
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Gold Dust parked his car right outside a weathered house that served as his home away from home. Besides him, there were five others ponies who also lived there and paid their share of the rent. Four of them were seated on the couch when he entered. Buzz Saw and Goalpost were among them. Buzz greeted him as he came in through the torn screen door that made up the front entrance. "Hey Dusty, what's up?" The other three colts on the couch turned up to look. The two other ponies were named Metal Meltdown and Crossfade. All of them were best friends now. They went out to drink together, played video games together, etc. "Nothing much. I completed about fifteen pages of my essay for world history." He responded.
Buzz whistled. "Damn, dude. What is it supposed to be about?"
"Charlemane's impact on the world from then until today. I've read about countries I've never even heard of before." Dust dropped his backpack against the wall and propped up his laptop bag against it. "Bummer." Crossfade said.
"I know. At least it isn't due until next week." Gold looked around the house. It wasn't necessarily ramshackle, but it was dirty. Connected to the main room were a kitchen, a bathroom, and one of the bedrooms. Upstairs was another bathroom, an office that the six colts converted into storage space, and the two remaining bedrooms. All throughout the house, the stench of ramen noodles, unwashed clothes, and the slight hint of marijuana lingered (although the only one who ever really used the drug was Meltdown). Posters of rock bands from Metallicolt to Foal Asylum to Trotly Crue dotted the walls. Empty pizza boxes and energy drink cans littered the floor. A Pbox 360 was hooked up to the flatscreen T.V. in the main room. The four colts on the couch were currently playing Canterlot Crashers on it. Gold peered over at the screen. "So, how well are you guys doing?"
"Moderately suckish." Buzz Saw replied. His eyes were glued to the screen as his character slashed apart hood-clad ponies with swords as well as the multitudes of other enemies.
"I have a carrot for a sword. Your argument is invalid." Crossfade joked.
"Well, I have the giraffe!" Goalpost gloated.
"Guys, focus, or we are going to get our asses kicked." Meltdown told them with a slight hint of annoyance.
"Not like you already aren't." Gold watched as Crossfade got struck by an arrow, flew across the screen, and died. "GODAMMIT!" Crossfade seethed. "I was so close to leveling up!" "If you call 'close' halfway filled, yeah." Gold teased. Then, he looked around. "Hey, where's Blue Moon?"
"Grocery run. We're running low on ramen, Pwny, and soap." Goalpost replied.
"Oh, the humanity."
"Hey, college ponies live on ramen. You know that.
"I know, I know. Also, when can I play?"
"When I die." Metal Meltdown responded. Just then, a battalion of enemies rushed out from the other side of the screen, swarmed his character, and killed him.
"My turn." Gold smirked. "I hate my luck." Meltdown grumbled as he handed off the controller.
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Silver Star swung open the door to his apartment. It was rather nice with a hint of exotic design that was exhibited all throughout the place. Silver set his cans of Pwny on the kitchen counter next to a half-finished bacon cheeseburger, threw his vest over one of the two couches in the living/family room, and reclined back on the couch. I wonder if Dusty is online…with that thought, he picked up the laptop on the coffee table and booted it up. While he waited, he reminisced about his honeymoon with Gold Dust.
"This is wine is delicious." Silver sipped his glass of Merlot. "I know. And so are you." Gold purred as set his glass down. He peered out the bayview window in the hotel suite that he had rented for their honeymoon and sighed. "It's quite depressing that we can't stay here forever. Only two weeks." "But those are two weeks of the best times of our lives." Silver replied. "And I intend to spend it as romantic as possible." He leaned across the table and nuzzled with Gold. "Love ya, Dusty." "I love you too, Starry. Happy honeymoon."
Silver Star's daydream ended abruptly with a familiar voice echoed out of the laptop's built-in speaker. "Hey, Starry. You there?"
"Now I am. How is it going, honey?" the video part of the video chat finally kicked in and Silver was staring at Dust's golden face.
"Quite well. College is proving to be a decent but doable challenge." Gold paused to eat a spoonful of cereal.
"That's nice to hear. Oh, yeah, I got a promotion today. Now I'll be able to raise your budget." Silver felt, for a second, like a mare talking to her child. It filled him with a sense of happiness.
"That's awesome. The other guys will be happy to hear." Another cereal break.
"Also, one of my coworkers wanted to know how long we've been married for. 8 months, correct?"
"Yep. Eight wonderful months." More cereal.
"So…I guess that's it for now, then?"
"I guess. I have an essay to finish." Gold moved closer to his webcam. "Love you, Starry."
Silver also moved closer to his webcam. "I love you too, Dusty." They pretended to nuzzle each other through their own webcams before signing off.
