“So then when I went to put the cake in the oven, I kept making other cakes while that one was baking and I got so caught up in making sure the other cake I was making was done just right that I completely forgot about the cake in the oven and I ended up burning it! I mean, HOW CAN I RUIN A PERFECTLY GOOD CAKE!? So I ended up burying Fred (that’s what I named the burned cake) out in the yard. So that’s why I’m wearing this cake hat! To show my respect.”
“I know EXACTLY how that feels! I felt the same thing when I was making a lemon drink, cuz ya know, that’s my specialty, and I ended up putting limes instead of lemons and I ended up botching the whole thing! Naturally I had to get rid of it, even though the customer said it was alright, but I was like ‘NO! You asked for this drink and I will MAKE IT FOR YOU!!’ but I felt so bad that I had to get rid of a perfectly good drink. So naturally I got rid of it by chugging it.”
“I’VE DONE THAT TOO!!”
For the Goddess sake, please kill me….
I watched the back and forth banter between Lemon Twist and the poufy pink pony with
balloons for a cutie mark and has a big ass balloon cake hat with a sense of annoyance and concern. I mean, they were talking so fast that I gave up following their ridiculous conversation ages ago. Not to mention I was worried that at the rate they were going they were going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
We ended up stopping at this little bakery shop called the Sugar-Cube Corner. Apparently it was the hotspot in Ponyville if you wanted a delicious treat. When I asked Lemon Twist if I came here often, she told me I loved to come here with her. Although she also mentioned that she knew that I only came here with her because it was the place SHE liked to go to. I guess that’s okay though; if Dream Weaver was the type of pony I thought she was, then she sounded like someone who would suck it up for Lemon Twist.
I looked over at Silent Melody and watched as he sipped his blueberry milkshake, seemingly unfazed by what was going on around him. Scooting a little closer to him, I leaned my head closer to his, “Is this normal?” I whispered, although I don’t think the whispering was necessary since I’m pretty sure these two were too distracted to pay attention.
Silent Melody gave a subtle nod as he continued to drink from his shake. Following his example, I started drinking from my own milkshake. At least they have chocolate in this world.
I think I would have killed a bitch if there wasn’t, I silently whispered to myself.
It’s already been about ten minutes and these two were still talking. I was starting to get used to it anyway. I was more of a listener than an actual talker anyway. Plus I was silently keeping track on how long it would take them to realize that me and Silent were still here.
“Eleven minutes and forty-five seconds.” The pink pony answered all of a sudden.
“What?” I answered bewildered.
“What?” she responded back, not seeming to realize what she said.
“Oh, where are my manners? Pinkie, I’m not sure if you’ve heard but-“Lemon Twist started before the pony, Pinkie, interrupted again.
“That’s not Dream Weaver.”
“What?!”
“What?”
“You can say that. She has amnesia so she won’t remember anything.” Lemon Twist answered, not seeming to mind what Pinkie just commented.
“It’s okay; she’s doing exactly what Dream Weaver does when you all come in. It was so normal I actually forgot.” She exclaimed with a smile.
“Oh, then I guess you heard about what happened already.” Lemon Twist inquired.
“The whole town knows about it! But it’s okay because she’ll still be treated like Dream Weaver.”
The way the pony was wording her sentences was making me extremely uncomfortable.
“I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie. But everypony calls me Pinkie Pie. Or sometimes Pinkie. Whichever one you decide is okay dokey with me!”
All I could do was numbly nod my head in understanding as she walked back to the counter to continue to serve customers. I’m sorry, but that pony creeped me the fuck out.
“She’s a hoot. She loves talking to ponies. I swear, I think she knows everything about everypony.” Lemon Twist chuckled.
“I don’t doubt that…” I murmured.
“Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” A deep voice spoke up behind us.
I swiveled my head and found myself staring at my first zebra.
I thought zebras would be black and white, but this one was gray with black stripes. His tail was short but his mane had the signature zebra mohawk. He had golden rings along the rim of one of his ears and a thick golden bracelet on his wrist. As I continued to observe him, I noticed that he also had a cutie mark, but it wasn’t like the cutie marks I was used to seeing, but it was like this was matched his coat and melded into his stripes. It kind of looked like a pentagram.
“Oh hey Aban. What’re you doing here?” Lemon Twist questioned.
“What? A stallion can’t stop and get a delicious treat?” he questioned. He held up his hoof with coins in it and in a pink blur the coins were replaced with a chocolate waffle cone. “Thanks Pinkie.” He commented, still keeping his attention on Lemon Twist.
“You’re welcome!” cried Pinkie Pie from behind the counter like she never left. Aban switched his violet eyes to me and gave me a once over. I immediately wanted to punch him in the face as his eyes slowly roamed over my body.
“I’ve seen you a few times in Clydes-ale. You guys are usually together there too………Dream Weaver, am I right?” he inquired.
“Yea…” I answered hesitantly.
“Don’t even think about it, Aban. She’s not interested.” Lemon Twist warned then turned to me. “He’s a total playcolt so don’t even take him seriously if he hits on you. If you haven’t learned already, this is Aban. He’s a performer at Clydes-ale.”
“Performer?”
“Why do you look so surprised? You’ve seen my performances before.” he questioned, raising his eyebrow.
“Oh yea, about that…” Lemon Twist started before I interrupted her.
“I guess your performances weren’t that memorable.” I deadpanned. I don’t know who this zebra was, but for some reason the thought of him thinking I was vulnerable in any way was discomforting. And his roaming eyes pissed me the fuck off.
Abon continued to keep his eyebrow raised as he licked his ice cream slowly. “Oh really? Well why don’t you come down to Clydes-ale tonight and I’ll give you a performance you’ll never forget?”
“Abon, I said no!” Lemon Twist barked.
“No thanks. I have better things to do than watch a pony trying to prove his ma-stallionhood.” I quickly retorted back. I almost slipped. It was going to take me awhile to remember they say shit differently here.
“Now that I look closer, isn’t there a mare waiting for you back there?” Lemon Twist inquired pointing to the back of the shop. Turning around, I found a mare with a curly blond mane and a light green coat with a cutie mark of a seedling just starting to grow. Her eyelids went down halfway when all our gazes went to her and she waved her hoof at Abon to call him back.
“Knew it.” Lemon Twist deadpanned.
“Hehe, ya caught me. Caught myself another one.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you at work Lemon. Make sure you bring your friend with ya.” He added, giving me a wink as he headed on back to the mare.
“Yea, that’s attractive…” I murmured as I watched him go. I heard hoofbeats beside me and saw that Silent Melody was clapping his hooves together in approval. Not gonna lie, I forgot he was there. And now I’m a little pissed that that stallion acted the way he did in front of a child.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Well, there’s another thing about you that’s different.” Lemon Twist commented, drawing my attention back to her. “Huh?”
“Well, the last time he hit on you, you kind of pretended he wasn’t even there. When he realized you weren’t gonna respond, he kinda just gave up and left with the next mare he hit on.”
“Oh.” I commented, slightly impressed. I liked this girl more and more. I mentally gave Dream Weaver a high five for dealing with that playboy like a boss.
“But I gotta say, I don’t mind this expressive version of you. Don’t get me wrong, I miss the original you, but it’s nice to see you express yourself every once in a while.” Lemon Twist continued lightly, but I could also feel the weight in those words as well. I wanted to think more on it but she interrupted my thoughts.
“But Abon does have a point, why don’t you come by while I’m at work tonight? Have some drinks, dance a bit, loosen up your mind. And don’t worry; I’ll keep the playcolt away from you.”
I couldn’t help but freeze at the offer. I know she was trying to get me to relax, but it gave the total opposite reaction. I was suddenly flashed back to the night before my accident. The fun time, the isolation, driving Anna’s drunken friends, sleeping through my alarm, seeing the dog, the car….
“Dreamy!” I was suddenly snapped back to reality (I guess? I’m still debating that) with Lemon Twist and Silent Melody both staring at me, concern etched on their faces. Giving myself a mental slap in the face, I give an involuntary shudder and smiled, “I’m fine. Just drifted off for a moment.”
Both of them looked like they didn’t believe me, but they chose not to dig in. I was grateful for that. I silently cursed myself. Even with everything that’s happened, I was still in an accident. It may not have been my main focus, with everything else going on, but under normal circumstances that was a traumatic experience. Of course I wasn’t going to be mentally fine for a while. I cursed myself again for the whole fucking situation.
“And I’ll have to pass on your offer Le-Twist,” I quickly fixed, remembering what she wanted me to call her, “but I think I need to take it easy and get reacquainted with Drea--MY life before I do something stimulating like that.”
Lemon Twist hesitated for a moment before she gave me a warm smile. “That’s the kind of response I’m used to from you. Can’t help but be a little happy you rejected my offer.”
I couldn’t help but smiled back, at least I’m doing something right as Dream Weaver. I turned to Silent Melody next to me, still looking at me with worry. “I’m thinking of going back…home for a little break. Do you want to come back home with me or go back to Fluttershy’s?” I asked. Honestly, I’m still not ready to raise a child, but I didn’t want to force him to go where he doesn’t want to go, whether it was with or away from me.
Silent Melody hesitated for a moment, silently thinking it over before places his hoof on my arm. I couldn’t help but smile at him wanting to come with me, warmth spreading throughout my whole body by his decision. I turned to Lemon Twist, “Wanna come with us? Swe-Mom said she was gonna make lunch for us.”
“I’ll walk with you and grab a quick bite, but I need to get some sleep before my shift tonight.” She answered, taking a final bite of her Lemon Sorbet before standing up. “Nothing like lunch after dessert!”
I chuckled and followed her out. Turning to Silent Melody, I gave a quick comment, “I don’t know if this is normal for you and me, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for kids to have desserts before meals. This is not going to become a habit.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at Silent Melody’s sudden frown and drooped ears.