Chapter 2

Gold Dust awoke the next day feeling quite tired. …I overworked myself. He thought groggily as he repeatedly stretched. He glanced over at Blue Moon in the bed next to his and drew back with a look of disgust. "Aw, c'mon man!"

Blue Moon awoke with a start. "…What?"

Gold Dust pointed at a stain on his bed sheets. "I TOLD YOU, stop dreaming about your girlfriend!"

"I can't help it if Snowdrift is hot!" he sat up in his bed trying to regain his composure.

"Ugh, it's…it's alright. Just make sure you wash those sheets by tonight." Gold dust threw his covers aside and sluggishly grabbed his backpack and laptop case. After he quick bathroom session, he was out the door and in his car. Ugh…where are my keys? He checked his backpack but didn't find them. Celestia almighty, where are they… he exited his car and went back into the house to search. He apparently didn't notice that the keys were already in the ignition slot.

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Silver Star was glad that he had the afternoon shift on weekends because that meant that he could do whatever he wanted to do in the morning. On this morning, he felt like doing absolutely nothing. So that's what he did. Nothing.

Reaching into the bag of potato chips for the umpteenth time, he balanced his laptop on his stomach and watched videos online. For whatever reason, he really liked video game walkthroughs. Especially Neightendo games; he loved those. As he watched one of Super Mareo Galaxy, he thought about gold Dust and how his being away at college might affect the two. Ah, it's nothing to worry about. he convinced himself. I just know he loves college. He missed the bag of potato chips but they didn't miss the floor. Shit. He set down his laptop and started picking up the fallen chips.

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Gold Dust was typing up notes in Equestrian History II when the third paper ball of the class smacked into his head. He knew from the muffled laughing that it was Grim Reaper and Iron Maiden. He had been a target for their mischief almost as soon as he walked onto the campus of Equestria University. Gold knew exactly why. He stared down at the wedding ring (or, in a pony's case, more like a wedding wristband). I should have never told anyone that I was gay. I love Starry, but others just don't understand… He never told Silver Star because of how he might react so he kept it a secret. Gold winced as Grim chucked another ball at him. Goddammit…he stood up and trotted over to them.

"Will you please stop?" he asked them. "I'm just trying to take notes." Grim leaned back and cocked an eyebrow. "Notes on what? How to make out with a guy?" Everyone who overheard this laughed.

"No, Equestrian history II notes. Jackass."

"Watch your mouth, dickweed." Iron Maiden snorted. "One wrong move and that little wedding band of yours will be shoved up your ass."

Had anyone said this to him back in high school (even though he wasn't married yet), he would have started to crying. However, he had built up tougher nerves since then and just brushed it off. "Nah, I think it'll look pretty nice amid your broken teeth."

At this point, Grim also stood up. "Is that a challenge?"

Gold was taken aback. "Why no, I-" he didn't have time to finish the sentence before a well-placed hoof implanted itself on his shoulder. He was pushed back into a desk which bruised his spine. Then Grim pulled him back up at eye level and stared at him coldly. "You're a fucking pussy, I hope you know that." he released Gold who immediately slumped onto the floor. He couldn't stop the tears now, as his eyes watered up.

"Yep. Whatta pussy." everyone around them (being the bandwagon pricks they were) laughed again. Gold dragged himself off the floor and back onto his seat. He continued typing, occasionally brushing away a wayward tear.

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That night, Gold sat in his room and stared out the window. Blue Moon was staying at his girlfriend's house that night (They probably won't be sleeping… he thought with a slight grin) so he had the bedroom all to himself for the night.

"That's probably for the best…" he thought back to Grim Reaper and Iron Maiden and then held back a few tears. "What did I ever do to them? Nothing. Why do they hate me so much…" he knew why, but the depression setting in blocked his thought train. He loved Silver Star with all his heart, he really did. Why can't the entire world just be friends… he thought bitterly.

Still somewhat teary, he opened a drawer in his desk and sighed. He used his magic to levitate the object that he wanted from the drawer and placed it perpendicular to one of his legs. Closing his eyes and bracing himself, he used his magic to drag the blade of the knife across his right foreleg. A slight gasp escape him as it sliced through his skin but the pain subsided as blood slowly seeped down his leg, onto his hoof, and onto the floor. He repeated the action on his other leg and soon there was a small puddle of blood under him. Oh God, Starry. I love you eternally and you know that. Everyone at my college except my roommates hate me, however. I just can't take the hatred sometimes…

The blood flow stopped in a few minutes. He glanced down at the red searing lines on his forelegs. Well, time to clean up. he grabbed a bottle of bleach and some paper towels out of the nearby closet and scrubbed the floor until no bloodstains remained. Starry… he started as he looked up at the moon through the window. Starry, if you ever find out I cut myself, I just hope you will still love me…

[[Please don't hate me now. Please don't. My fanfics need a bit of a melancholy in them.

~DD~]]