Ella panted heavily as he footsteps started to slow. "Geez..." she said, taking a deep breath, "With everything that's been happening, track club hasn't been up and running. I think I lost some of my endurance."

Scootaloo ran up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Don't tell me your quiting already."

"But the track team is already running late. It's about time I head home."

Scootaloo sighed, "Alright, whatever, Imma head back to the team."

"Okay, see ya tomorrow."

They started to walk off, "Oh," started Scootaloo.

"Yeah?"

"Let me know how that thing goes with that Dylan guy."

Ella blushed. "W-What? How did-" her eyes looked over to her book she always wrote in, the book was opened, "You looked in my journal!?"

"Heh, oops?"

"Why you-!"

Ella went to grab Scootaloo, when she said her idols favorite phrase, "Gotta dash!" Scootaloo ran off quickly.

Ella quickly grabbed her stuff, knowing she'll get Scootaloo back somehow. She slowly walked back home. Her usual route, across the beach front.

XXXX

Just like another time in her life, she met somebody while walking on the beach. It was the same boy as well, "Hey..." she said walking up.

She got no response.

"Hello?"

She poked his shoulder, getting no reaction. She slowly removed the sunglasses on his face. His eyes were shut. Listening closely, she heard his soft snoring, like a cute sleeping animal.

She shivered as the wind blew. Ella didn't want to walk home on this cold night, but Dylan was asleep, so he was no help. She did, however, notice the jacket on him. She knew she couldn't take it, but she did have an idea.

She climbed down next to him, snuggling up against the side of his body for warmth; placing his arm over her shoulder, keeping it in.

Ella lightly hugged him as her mind slowly drifted off into sleep.

XX

Hours later, Dylan slowly awoke. He felt weight on him. He looked over to see the girl that had fallen asleep on him. "Did I fall asleep before or after you were here...?" he held his head from a giant headache.

With a slight nudge, Ella sounded, "Mm..." but was still asleep, being clarified by the light snores.

He slowly got up, trying not to have her hit the ground. He very carefully picked her up, carrying her in such a way that she nuzzled her head into his neck.

XXXX

Ella's house was locked, which was very much expected. There were no cares in the drive-way which gave Dylan the thought, "Does she live on her own? How would she survive...?"

Saying this, he looked over her lifeless body. Something shiny was in her pocket, so he reached as carefully as he could to remove it. "Got 'em," he spoke, placing the keys in the tumblers.

The door opened, and he walked in with her. Looking around the house from his spot, he noticed there was not much to the house, no matter how spacey it seemed from the outside.

He slowly walked to each room, trying to find a room. When he came across one with pink sheets, and several posters. There was a picture frame on the nightstand; showing Scootaloo, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Ella right in the middle of them. "Must be her room," he said, walking in.

He lowered Ella's fragile body carefully onto the sheets. She immediately twist and turned, used to the warmth of Dylan's body. Dylan sighed knowing he shouldn't be there anymore. But he figured he should leave a note for her for when she wakes up.

He walked around the house, searching for some paper and a pencil. When he found it, he wrote 'Brought you home -Dylan' and left on her bedside.

As he laid the note down, he noticed a book right by it, a paged turned open. It showed a heart with his and Ella's name inside. Dylan lightly blushed. He looked at her, she seemed to be looking at him as well until he noticed her closed eyes. "So, you truly like me that way, huh?"

Before leaving the home, he lightly gave a kiss on her forehead, as if an older brother would to his younger sister. She smiled in her sleep as he slowly left the house.

XXXX

Dylan walked into his apartment. "These idiots still asleep?" he commented. "That's almost 20 hours. No wonder why they skipped school."

As he wondered around the house, he looked at everything, making sure it was in place. He was glad he didn't drink as much as the rest of them, and didn't forget about anything.

Laying asleep in his room were people. The door still locked, and the floor not as clean as it was when they arrived. Covering their floor was shirts, shorts, panties, a bra, boxers, and a blue square wrapper of some sort.

Riley slowly woke, "Ugh..." he carefully held his head. He looked over to his side, something was attached to his body. He looked over Storm's still body. Her small, but not flat, chest slowly moving up and down; a smile shown on her face.

He grinned at her, seeing her, "Cute." body. He light gave her a kiss, soon seeing he struggle a bit. He felt a small sensation as she let out a very small and quiet moan. He soon realized they were still connected.

Her eyes slowly opened. The first image her eyes recognized was a familiar face, making her smile back. "Good morning," Storm spoke in a tired tone.

"Not really, but yeah, good morning."

"What do you mean?"

"It's uh, 11PM."

"What?" she questioned, trying to turn around.

"We, apparently slept all day."

"Do you have any clue what happened last night?" she asked, knowing what did.

Riley smiled with a blush, "Uh-huh."

Storm quickly stole a kiss from him.

In another part of the house was another locked bedroom. This bedroom laid two teenagers, but not unclothed.

The previous night, this black mullet boy and neon blue spiked down girl did not join in what some others had in mind. Instead, they had a nice, loving evening like any respectable teen. Yup, you guessed it, a make-out session.

They both woke up roughly at the same time. Vinyl hadn't drank so she remembered easily what happened the night before. Casey on the other hand, was a little hazy on the entire thing.

Noticing Vinyl awake, he asked, "Did you, kiss me last night?" He had tasted an unfamiliar taste.

"Well," she responded, taking her shades of his face, "you kissed me first."

He blushed, eyes opening a bit wider, "I, I'm so sorry about last night."

"Why are you apologizing?" she asked with a chuckle.

"B-Because we aren't even-"

"Relax, Dude, chill. I knew how you felt about me for awhile."

"Y-You... You did?" His blush brightened.

"Yeah, especially since you keep quoting love songs to me. Fact is, I actually feel the same towards you."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh," she kissed him passionately. Returning some memory back into his brain when she started pushing her tongue into his.

Applejack had watched in anticipation of her boyfriend, remembering the taste of his white, sticky substance in her mouth.

She decided to give him a kickstart to wake up. She kissed Donte until he woke up. What had shocked her, was when he suddenly began kissing back. "How long have you been up?" she asked.

He opened his eyes, "Since before you started talking to yourself."

"So ya were waitin' that long just for me to try an' wake you?"

"Yup, I try my best to be patient."

"Just come here," she said, pulling him to her, connecting their lips.