Writing The Rarr Event of a Lifetime (Original Story)

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I have officially finished writing my new, original short story.  I put a lot of work and editing into writing this.  I know that there are tons of ways that I could have made this better, but it is what it is. One thing that I must admit though, Rarrian (one of the characters in the story) is heavily inspired from Rarity's personality, so this is, I guess, somewhat MLP related, but completely original.




The Rarr Event of a Life Time


 I sat down on the large, red couch in the school lounge with Rarrian.  Her eyelids were covering half of her beautiful, cyan eyes.  I could empathize with her; I got six hours of sleep the previous night due to an overload of homework from my science class.  But she seemed like she got no more than four hours.  Obviously in much worse condition than I am.  “Tired?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.

  “Just a little bit,” she rolled her eyes at me.  She laid her head on the back of the couch, and closed her eyes, probably trying to get a little more sleep before class started.  “Why do classes start so early?”

  I checked my Timex watch; it was 6:30.  Class started in fourty-five minutes.  We were only there because they take attendance one hour early.  “I know it sucks, but complaining about it won’t make it any better.”

  “Easy for you to say.  Some of us have a little more to do in their lives.  I haven’t gotten a decent sleep for two months!  I have to wake up at 5:00 just to brush my hair.”

  I held back a laugh, but the temptation subsided when I took a look at her head.  I didn’t even notice how messy her hair was before, but now that she pointed it out, there were blond strands curling upward.  But other than that, it really wasn’t that bad.  But to her, every strand counts.  I dared not try to convince her, though, in the fear that she would go on a rant on how wrong I was.  I respect her opinion, but I think she’s beautiful no matter what condition she’s in.  “But that seems to be the least of your issues at the moment.  You look like you haven’t gotten a minute more than four hours of sleep.  What’s going on?”

  “Oh, nothing,” she began as she opened her eyes.  “It’s just… oh, you don’t need to know.  It’s a lady’s problem.

  “What is it, tell me?” I kind of just said it instinctively.  For a moment, I got the feeling I was going down a dark road, and every wrong action from this point on could lead to terrible consequences.

  “Belachrome, please, this doesn’t concern you.”

  Despite Rarrian’s reluctance to tell me, I felt that this actually did concern me.  But I knew that it wouldn’t be easy.  “Okay, well, what else has been going on with you?”

  Rarrian turned towards me.  “I spent my time yesterday hanging out with friends after school.”

  “Did you hang out with Clenauria again?”

  “Clen?  No, she’s been hanging out with Squiphler again.  I don’t understand why she would enjoy hanging out with such a fool after school hours.”

  I grew a subtle look of insult on my face.  Squiphler is a nice guy… despite his silly ways.  “What about Syneria?”

  “With Drakenor yesterday.  That boy needs to get his life out of his head and be social.”

  I was so confused.  These were Rarrian’s friends that she was complaining about.  Has she been having boy issues lately?  “Rarrian, I couldn’t help but notice that you are complaining about other guys at the moment.   Is something bothering you?”

  “Belachrome, I told you, I don’t wish to talk about this.”

  “Why don’t you… wait a minute, is this what you didn’t want to tell me?”

  Rarrian jumped a little bit.  “Belachrome, I’m done talking.”

  “Come on, Rarrian.  I’m your friend.”

  Rarrian gave me an intimidating look.  I was a little scared. 

  “Can you not trust me?” I said weakly.

  “I can’t trust boys at all these days.”

  I think I hit the gold mine.  I began my questioning in a calm voice.  “Rarrian, why can’t you trust other guys?”

  “Belachrome, give a girl some personal privacy!” Her voice was cold, and it seemed unwise to press further.

  I feel bad getting Rarrian this mad just to get some information out of her, but as a friend, I feel like it’s my duty to take the initiative.  “Please, Rarrian.  Tell me.”

  She gave me a menacing frown.  “Belachrome, stay out of my business!” she raised her voice at me.

  I was starting to feel like this wasn’t such a great idea, but for the sake of helping my friend, I wasn’t going to give up.  “Rarrian, why don’t you want to tell me?”

  “Why?!  Isn’t the answer obvious?”

  “Actually, no Rarrian.  I haven’t a clue why you don’t want to tell me. 

“You know the reason!” she started breathing harshly in my direction.  Her teeth were clenched with a strong grip.

  “No, Rarrian, I don’t know, and it clearly isn’t as obvious as you think.  How about you tell me?” I couldn’t help myself.  I was starting to speak in a harsher tone.  I know it’s not helping my case, but my patience was wearing thin.

  Rarrian’s breathing calmed down minimally, but enough to start speaking.  “Well, obviously, it’s because… because…” She started to grow a nervous look on her face.

  I was starting to feel that she was just talking without thinking, so I just had to wait this out.  “Yes, Rarrian?  You have my undivided attention.”

  “Because… I… I can’t… I don’t… I just can’t trust other guys!  A-and…”

  “…Is there another reason?”

  “Y-yes!  It’s… i-it’s… uh…”

  “Are you sure there’s another reason?”  I wasn’t even talking with a sharp tone anymore, I knew I was breaking through, and all I had to do at this point was remain calm and collective.

  “…No, I-I just… can’t trust other guys!  Not even you!  She went back to shouting at me.

  “Why can’t you trust me?”

  Her anger went down again.  But instead, she seemed like she was on the verge of tears.  “Because… because I… you… I can’t…”

  I lowered the volume of my voice; “Why can’t you trust me?”

  It seemed to be helping.  Hers lowered as well.  “Because I… I… just can’t!” Now tears were officially sparkling in her eyes.

  Now was the moment to act.  “Yes you can.”

  “No, I can’t trust you!” Rarrian said in a slightly quieter voice.  The first tear escaped her left eye.

  “Yes you can.” I lowered my voice to almost a whisper.

  “No, Belachrome, I can’t trust… I just can’t.” 

  “Yes you can,” my voice was nothing more than a whisper.

  “Belachrome, you don’t…” She sniffled, as a couple more tears escaped from her eyes.  “You don’t understand!  Please stop!”  She wiped the tears from her face, probably hoping I somehow still haven’t noticed her crying.

  “You can trust me.”

   “Belachrome, please, I…” she closed her eyes as a last, desperate attempt to prevent her tears.

    “Trust me, I’m your friend.” I still spoke in a whisper.


  “I’m your friend.”

  “But…” Rarrian’s eyes started flowing freely with tears.  Her voice had no power left for anger.  “I can’t trust you.” She was speaking no louder than an average conversational voice.

  “Yes, you can.  Yes you can.  You can trust me,” I stated without ever leaving a whisper.

  “I…” Rarrian lost all courage to keep herself contained, and started openly crying.  She buried her face into her hands, and cried without preventing any aspect.

  That was the final straw.  I couldn’t stand seeing her so upset for any longer; I moved towards her, and wrapped my arms around her.  My embrace firmly encased her body, and I could feel every bodily shake that came from her crying.  I started patting her backside, and she continued to let out her tears.  “It’s okay.  I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

  Rarrian continued to cry for the next minute, and I kept my embrace around her.  “Everything’s going to be alright, Rarrian,” I stated in just over a whisper.  “Do you think you can uncover your eyes?”

  Rarrian breathed in through her nose with a big sniffle, and weakly shook her head.

  “Come on, Rarr, we’re friends, I don’t think of you any differently just because you’re in tears.  Just show me your beautiful eyes.”

  Rarrian started to uncover her eyes.  It was a painful sight; they were red, and very puffy.  It was such a mess, and yet, so beautiful at the same time.  She looked shy to uncover them any further than half way, probably feeling ashamed to look into my purely natural eyes, but I didn’t think any differently of her.  She covered them up again, and the bittersweet sight of her eyes was gone.

  “I’ve got you.” I patted her back softly.  “I know you’re a strong, young lady, Rarrian.  Just please uncover your eyes for me.”

  Rarrian didn’t move.  She almost started shaking up, and would probably start shedding tears again.

  “Come on, Rarr.  I know you can look me in the eyes.”  I took my right hand, and placed it on her left wrist.  “I gave the minimalist force of a tug that could be managed.

  She pulled back, but I didn’t increase the force of my pull.  It was only an incentive.  In the end, she will have to be the one to reveal her face.

  “Rarrian, I can’t do this for you.  Take all the time you need, but this isn’t the Rarrian I know.  The Rarrian I know is very outspoken, and is never afraid to share her thoughts.  But please at least uncover your beautiful eyes.  I’m not going to pull any harder than this, so no pressure.”

  Her body started shaking less heavily and her silent tears and sniffles cleared up for a moment.  She seemed to be in a moment of thought, possibly debating on exposing her face.  Her arm was shaking in my hand, and she seemed ready to start crying again, but when I expected the return of her tears, she sighed, and slowly started uncovering her eyes.

  I could start to see the white, or in this case, red of her eyes.

  Eventually, her face was completely exposed.  Her eyes were puffed up, her face soaked, and her blond hair was, I’ll admit, a complete and utter mess.  But she was somehow so beautiful.  The redness was starting to clear.  But I could tell that she was very unstable at the moment, and could start crying again at any moment.

  I looked directly into her eyes.  “What’s up, Rarrian?  How’s your day going?”

  Rarrian grew the weakest smile that one could manage.  Of course, I wasn’t expecting a laugh from her, but that one smile was enough for me at the moment.

  She couldn’t hold the smile for long, which was completely understandable.  I just couldn’t bear to see her wallow in pain for another second, but just as she looked like she was going to burst into a flood of tears again, she swiftly returned the embrace that I had around her for the past ten minutes.  She made no attempt to prevent her tears, and instead buried her face into my chest.

  I tightened my grip on her body, and made sure that she was as secure as a mother bird protecting her young.  “I’ve got you.” I patted her backside once again.  I let her cry into my shirt for however long she needed.

  My priorities were without a doubt on comforting her, but to be frank, I just can’t express how great it felt to be in her arms mutually with her head nestled on my chest.  I used to help Rarrian in the past, but never did we come anywhere close to this magnitude of emotion.  It felt good to know that I was helping her.  It felt good to give her comfort.  It felt good to be a friend for her to go to for her problems.  It felt good to know that she now trusts me despite a problem in her life.  But, I’m not going to lie, it felt good for her to be embraced with me while letting her tears out into my chest.  I was somehow able to count the tears that dampened my shirt.  I guess when you are focused on an individual, every bit of the situation matters to you, and you remember things that you normally can’t remember, or just don’t pay attention to.

  After about five minutes of letting out her tears, at a grand total of 257 tears released into my shirt, (no doubt completely soaked from her crying) she lifted her head to look into my eyes.  She smiled for a moment and said her first words after fifteen minutes of not talking; “T-thank you Belachrome.”

  Those three words touched a very soft part of me.  As I said, it felt good to know that I was helping, but I had no confirmation from her, verbally.  But I didn’t show it in my expression, because not only would it be overwhelming for her, but I needed to focus on her at the moment.

  “No problem, Rarrian.  It was nothing, really.”

  She inhaled through her nose again.  “Nothing?  How could you possibly say such a thing?  You put up with me, and my anger, and my stubbornness, and showed nothing more than compassion!” After the completion of her statement, she tightened her grip around me.

  I was quite surprised by this statement; Rarrian has never admitted her arrogance in the past, but at the same time, I wasn’t completely surprised.  Either she was growing as a person, or this was just the right moment for her to reflect on her actions.  “Alright, I’m glad you think so, but if that’s the case, I ask for a favour in return.  What’s going on in your life right now?” Now was the time to get to the bottom of her problem.

  Rarrian’s smile faded.  “Oh… right.  I guess it’s only right that I tell you…”

  “Yes… go on.”

  She was very hesitant to say a word about it, clearly thinking about every detail and every possibility of what I would think of her and the issue, and probably even some girl things that I don’t even know about.  But eventually, she sighed and began.  “…For the past month, a group of guys in the school next door were inviting me to hangouts during lunch time and after school.  They gave me lots of beautiful jewelry, and treated me like a true lady… or so I thought… they would also demand things from me, such as getting me to do things I didn’t want to do… I don’t want to talk about what I did…”

  “What did you do, Rarrian?” Everything I’ve said up to this point was calm and as friendly as humanly possible, but this question came out a little sharply.  “Tell me what you did.”

  She grew a desperate look on her face, and almost looked like she wanted to cry again.  “Please, Belachrome.  Don’t make me.  It’s completely unlike me.”

  “That’s why I want to know.”

  Rarrian started tearing up again, and that’s when I realized I was being a little bit harsh.

  I took a deep breath before making my next statement.  “Listen, Rarrian, I’m not trying to force information from you that you don’t feel comfortable telling me about, but I need to know this if I want to help you.  I mean, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone.  I swear to you that I will not say a word about this to anyone else.”

  Rarrian seemed to heed my words, and also seemed to gain the courage to tell me her shameful acts.  “Alright, they asked me to be an accomplice in horrible schemes against younger kids, and stealing food from the cafeteria.  I never directly got involved in the main scheme, of course, but they asked me to pick the locks of gates with my hairpins so they can get inside the playground and steal the little kids’ toys, or pick the locks of the cafeteria so they can take the food.  They promised me rewards, but they never did.  Their excuse was that the jewelry was the reward, and that it was enough of a reward for all schemes.” She closed her eyes with a sigh.  “But it wasn’t at all.  I figured out the hard way that it was stolen from one of the kids at their school.  I happened to pass by the girl whom it belonged to.  She saw my bracelet, and screamed at me that it was hers.  I told her that a group of boys had given it to me as a gift, and that I could prove it.  But when she asked them, they said that I stole it from her.  They made up so many details about how I snuck into her locker.  I wanted to argue with them, but I was just too shocked to say anything.  The little girl ripped it off my wrist violently, not caring how much it hurt, and threatened that if she ever saw me again she would kill me.  I didn’t mind since it was a little girl, but I was madder at the group of boys.  I screamed at them and demanded answers as to why the hell they had done such a thing, but they just laughed at me, and commented that I sounded just like the little girl.  They admitted proudly that they were never my friends, and that I was so dumb to have actually fallen for their feeble trick.  They laughed, pushed me into the grass, and walked away.”

  “I felt so horrible afterwards.  Despite my hatred for those guys… they had a point.  It’s very difficult for me to admit such a thing, but… they did have a point.  I was foolish to listen to them.  And ever since then, I’ve been extremely cautious around other guys.”

  My mouth started gaping near the end of the story.  Not only was I starting to understand what Rarrian has been going through, but I’ve also started to realize just how Rarrian was feeling when I asked her profusely what was going on in her life; insecure; her dark secret was getting chipped away at, attacked, slowly escaping the secure barrier of her mind.

  If I were in her position, I wouldn’t have dreamed of telling this to anyone, ever.

  I am absolutely amazed at how much information she volunteered, and with no struggle in between.  Now I feel like an invader.  I feel terrible.  But I have to convince myself that this is the right thing… but it’s hard. 

  But now it all makes sense.  It’s no wonder she holds a grudge against guys.  But now I’m ready to talk; “M-my God, Rarrian, I never knew… now it’s my turn to admit my faults; I can’t believe you co-operated with me at all in telling me all these things after pestering you about such a serious issue.  I was only trying to help.  I’d understand if you never wanted to speak to me again, but…”

  Rarrian looked up at me with utter shock and bewilderment. “Never want to speak to you again?  Never want to speak to you again?!!  Are you kidding?  You’ve done nothing but try to help me, you’ve focused solely on me, my feelings, stayed calm, stayed friendly, no matter what crap I’ve given you, you hugged me through all of my nonstop tears, you let me use your chest to cry into, you said nothing but comforting words, you helped me find my courage, sworn to keep everything confidential… HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN???!!!”

  “You’re so silly, Belichrome!” she said as she lightly wacked me on the head.

  I was so disoriented.  My mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts.  All of them were revolving around the inside of my head, all shouting at once.  There were so many things that were happening at the moment that just… couldn’t be happening.  I’ve never had such a headache in my life.  But despite the overload of thoughts, everything Rarrian had just said was jammed right in the center of them, never fading vividly, or emotionally.  Rarrian kept repeating it in my head at perfect intervals between words, over the loud thoughts attempting to drown it out.  It kept getting louder and louder, and I felt like I was going to pass out.  But all of a sudden, my mind went completely blank of all of the thoughts twisting and turning.

  The first new thought entered my head with a realization; did Rarrian just make a joke about me?  I felt inside that I was completely in the wrong throughout this entire half an hour, but that joke that she made… when she wacked me on the head… somehow gave me a feeling of authenticity… a lack of ability to argue with her.  Well, if she thinks it’s okay… then she’s right!    

  “Well I think you’re wrong!”

  Rarrian looked up at me.

  Wait, did that just come out of me right?  “Yes, you heard me right, I think you’re wrong.  I’m not silly at all; in fact, I think I’m an arrogant person who doesn’t listen when one’s trying to help them.”

  I thought she was going to get really mad when… I said that.  But to my surprise, she took it in very good humor.

  “Oh, are you talking about me?  At least I’m not one who tries to invade someone’s personal privacy!”

  We giggled over the jokes together.

  “Thank you so much Belachrome for taking this moment to help me get through this problem.  You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me again.

  “Oh, lay off of me, you little shit, you’ve gotten enough hugs from me today.  I even gave you my own stomach as a tear pillow!”

  “It’s your fault I needed a tear pillow, you invading bastard!  Learn to stay out of a girl’s life!”

  We glared into each other’s eyes intently, and profusely, until we finally shouted out in unison, “Fuck you!”

  We fell on the floor laughing…


  Rarrian and I continued to jokingly insult each other for the next ten minutes, and we were having so much fun!  But to be honest… I wasn’t really coming up with the insults; in fact it almost felt like an instinct; my mind just selected different insults to say, and I just said it without thinking.  If I were thinking in my real head, I wouldn’t have even thought to take this kind of approach towards Rarrian.  I never had an insult relationship with her.  In fact, whenever I did this kind of behavior with her, she would get offended… horribly.  I tried to gain control of myself a few times, but I was just having so much fun, that my will power was failing me.  I have never had so much fun with Rarrian in my life.

  But unfortunately, it didn’t last.  As soon as the last minute had gone by, my Timex started beeping, and I knew exactly what that meant…

  “Uh… Rarrian, it’s 7:10.  Class starts in five minutes.  I think it’s best that we head over to first period right now.” Knowing Rarrian as well as I did, I thought she would be reluctant to leave, but like she had the entire rest of the morning, she surprised me yet again;

  “You’re right, let’s go.”

  I lifted myself up to my legs, and then helped Rarrian get up.  There were no signs of tears in her eyes now, or on her face.  In fact, she seemed happier than I felt at the moment.

  I usually try to get to class as fast as I can, despite the “no running in the halls” rule, but I didn’t do that today, because this time, I had a friend with me.

  We walked to class together, holding each other’s hand, I, standing to her left, and she, to my right.


  In the most emotional moment of my life so far, I have reached an entirely new level of connection with one of my friends.  I was very unsure of myself as to whether I was being helpful or detrimental throughout those fourty-five minutes, but now, I’ve never been surer of anything.  I helped someone get through a very hard time in their life, and I helped her regain her trust of the opposite sex, after losing it in a horrible incident.  It feels good to be that kind of person.


  I said that nothing that Rarrian did would change any of my thoughts about her, but at an ultimate irony…


  I will never think of Rarrian, even minimally, the same way again…

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