Thunderclap was not a mare of many regrets. She was always one to live life on her own terms, and if anypony had a problem with what she did or said, that was on them. But when she’d ended up hurting one of her best friends, she regretted it more than anything she had ever done. She wanted to take back what she’d said and return to how things were, but that was impossible. But he’d accepted her invitation to prom, so that was a good sign. Maybe he’d forgotten about it by now and they could act like nothing happened.
 
Stepping out of the carriage, Thunder trotted over to Chocolate Cheesecake’s house and knocked on the door as confidently as possible. She straightened her necktie in anticipation as she heard hoopsteps approaching.
 
When Cheese stepped out, he looked like a beauty pageant contestant who had been caught in a thunderstorm. His dress was pretty and pink, but his makeup was half-done and smudged. The look on his face wasn’t exactly the most excited either.
 
Thunder visibly cringed at her date’s terribly-done makeup, but quickly cleared her throat and tried to hide it.
 
“Uh…hey. Prom’s about to start. We still on?”
 
“Yes.” Cheese mumbled as he simply wafted past the suited mare, walking slowly towards the limo carriage her Aunt Dash had rented for them. He hardly looked at her, uncharacteristic of his usual bubbly self.
 
Thunder helped him into the carriage in true gentlemarely fashion and got in after him, a million thoughts running through her mind. Of course he hadn’t gotten over it. Of course he hadn’t forgotten what she said. How could he, when she’d basically dissed their entire friendship? He had a right to not forgive her.
 
But she didn’t have the right to not apologize. She’d invited him to prom so she could make it up to him, and she had to follow through. It was the only way to get her friend back.
 
The two sat in awkward silence for a few long minutes, with Thunder trying to form an apology in her head. But she wasn’t good with words, so all she could do was just spit it out.
 
“Hey, Cheeseboy, I’m sorry.”
 
Cheese was quiet for a second before his bottom lip began to quiver and his badly done mascara began to stain his wet cheeks. He was very sensitive underneath his cheery composure, but it was still a shock for Thunder to see him start crying.
 
“How could you? In front of everyone? I was so hurt, Thunder.”
 
“I know,” Thunder blurted, panicking at the sight of her friend looking so sad…because of her. “What I said was fu—messed up. I shouldn’t have been such a cunt to you. But I didn’t mean any of it. I just let my stupid pride get in the way, and-“
 
Thunder stopped to take a deep breath. She didn’t know why she was getting so worked up over her feelings.
 
“Well, I get it if you don’t want to forgive me.”
 
She sighed, resigning herself to her fate when suddenly she felt two forelegs wrap around her and hold her…forgivingly.
 
“Please. The next time somepony…asks, just tell them the truth. I’d hate to think I embarrass you.”
 
“I will,” Thunder felt a wave of relief wash over her. “I’ll tell ‘em the whole truth, about how we’re the best fashion duo in Equestria! They can’t knock us down!”
 
They both shared a laugh, the most genuinely either had laughed in months.
 
Once she calmed down, Thunder pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket. “But we gotta do something about that makeup.”
 
The colt’s cheeks turned a shade of dark mustard as he blushed, aiding her in frantically wiping it off.
 
“I’m sorry. I rushed myself a little, being upset and all.”
 
“It’s fine, I get it,” Thunder assured. “We can fix it in no time. You’ll still come out looking like the the most fabulous stallion in the room!”
 
“I bet I will be. All thanks to you.”