CHAPTER 39
I walked down the street of Cloudsdale with Zephyr. We were talking about our relationships.
"So, how are you and Spitfire doing?"
"Great. We've been steadily getting more and more serious over time. Nothing much. How about you and Dash?"
"Amazing. We've been getting much more touchy feel-y lately."
We both laughed.
"So... When are you and Dash planning on... You know..."
"Know wha- NO NO NO NO NO... NOT GONNA HAPPEN DUDE."
"Why not?"
"I'm a TAD BIT too young for that..."
"Yeah, I guess so. Sorry I asked." He rubbed the back of his head with his hoof.
"Don't worry about it." Curse you, mental images.
"What plans do you have for Spitfire?"
"I don't know. I never really thought to plan ahead. She's really nice, but I'm not sure I want to go too far..."
"Don't worry yourself about it. I don't want you to end up having a mental breakdown over it. You seem to LOVE getting WAY too stressed out about things."
"Alright. Hey, I gotta go. I have some clouds to get rid of. Weather pony and all."
"Alrighty then. Seeya dude."
Zeph flew off to bring about the weather that was forcasted for today. Clear skies.
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I sat around, thinking of something to do. I was on a bench in the streets of Cloudsdale, as I hadn't bothered to go home. It had been a few hours since I had spoken to Zeph. I'd just wandered around the entire time.
Then, I saw a familiar fiery mane in a window across the street.
"Oh... It's Spitfire. And she's with Zeph. They must have gone on a date when he was done working."
They appeared to be talking, but I can't read lips. After a while, a pegasus pony walked up, and gave them a box lunch. They left the store together, and didn't notice me.
Investigation mode, activated.
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I hid in a bush, and I listened in on Spitfire and Zeph's conversation. They were discussing something over lunch.
"... I dunno, Lil' Fire-"
"Zephy, I told you not to call me that!"
"Well stop calling me Zephy!"
"Aww... But it's such a cute name."
"So is Lil' Fire."
"Hmph. Fine."
Yep. They're definitely a couple.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk about, Zephy?"
"Well... Well I... You see..."
"What is it?"
"I... I want us to..."
"Come on dude... Spit it out!" I thought. The tension was KILLING ME. The twinge of irony came again.
"Yeeeees?" Spitfire narrowed her eyes and grinned mischievously, leaning in closer to Zeph.
"I want us to move in together!" He almost shouted.
"Oh... Well... My..." She blushed and jerked away from him.
"Oh! Well, this is certainly a development."
"Well... Whaddya say, Lil' Fire?"
"I have to say... YES!"
They both smiled. Then they realized their faces were mere inches from each other.
Their muzzles met, along with a warm embrace.
"YOU DA MAN- Er, STALLION!"
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I sat at home, smiling. I was happy for my friend.
"Well, that was certainly eventful."
Then I heard frantic knocking at my door. I promptly answered.
"Oh, wassup Zephy?"
His face went from frantic excitement, to a look of shock.
"How... How do you..."
"Dude. You've got some courage. You asked her to move in with you?"
"You heard that?"
"Yep. Good going, Casanova."
"Hey..."
"Relax dude. I'm happy for you. Brohoof!"
We brohoofed, and then he got down to what he came for.
"Listen... I need to talk to you."
"Sure. What's up?"
"I... I need some advice. You're a romantic, right?"
"You could say that. Why do you ask?"
"Well... You see..."
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I couldn't pick up my jaw.
"Dude... That... That's heavy."
"I know... How should I do it?"
"Well... When my Dad proposed to my Mom, he took her out to a nice dinner. Then, he had the band play slow, romantic music, knelt down next to my Mom, and pulled out the ring."
"Wow. That's pretty good."
"Now you know where I got it from."
"Alright... But do you think it's too soon?"
"Yeah. Give it about another month or two. Then, pop the question."
"Alright... Thanks Kyle."
"No problem. I'm always here if you need help. I'm your friend, and you know how much I love to help everypony."
We smiled, and he left.
"Sheesh... So now, I'm helping to stage a proposal... It seems like everypony thinks they should turn to me for all of their problems... It feels good."
I'm like the town miracle worker.