I woke up on the dusty, empty floor of my new home at the edge of town. The sun was strategically placed so that it would shine through my window and burn my retinas. Thanks Princess! I got up from the hard floor, cracked my back and screamed in pleasure “Oh sweet Celestia! That feels good!” I decided to take a look around my new house before I officially start my day. I think about where to start my search for Her and what furniture I will need. I can’t really think of anywhere to start looking for Her so I just decided to think about furniture. I need a couch, a bed and mattress, as well as bed sheets and a comforter, a TV, two if I can afford it, a table and chairs for the dining room, a dresser, and a washer and dryer. The kitchen has everything a kitchen needs. An oven, refrigerator, microwave, and a dishwasher, so there is no need to worry about that.
Well, time to start the day. I walked outside to find out it was still early morning. About eight o’clock or so. I walked aimlessly around Ponyville hoping to find Her or a furniture store. I had high hopes for my walk, knowing that if I stay focused, I would find Her.
I am now bored as hell. It’s been four hours since I started searching and I found one even vaguely resembling Her and with my short attention span, I began to wonder about my friends I remember from childhood. There was this one girl who I remember I played with a lot. What was her name again? I thought to myself, pondering on my childhood friend’s name. After a minute of thinking, I remembered. Cheerilee!
I remember Cheerilee and I were great friends when we were little. I remember how we constantly played in the park and went to school together. She always used to help me when I didn’t understand a question in school. She was always smarter than me. I wonder what she’s up to in life?
I asked around and found out she became a teacher at that old little school house on the hill. Oh, the memories. Well. No sense lollygagging about here. Off to the school house!
Fucking school house. Being so damn hard to find. Took about an hour for me to swallow my pride and ask for directions. Once I finally got there, however, I couldn’t help but tear up. The old school house looks almost new. The wood paneling that used to be so splintery and dull of decay has been replace with newly cut panels that almost looked freshly painted. Aww. That window I through a ball at when I was little was also replaced. That was my first broken window. Sob sob.
I give a knock at the door and here a familiar voice say “Come in.” I open the door to find out that class is still in session. The first thing about the class room I noticed is the student’s desks. They were desks. They were all neatly separated and in rows. Back in my day, we had to share small tables, that we made ourselves… and walk through seven miles of snow, uphill, both ways. Anyway, the next thing I notice is the dozens of pairs of tiny eyes looking at me. These kids could be no older than nine. I look at the woman with nicely groomed, bright pink hair, white blouse and black skirt standing at the front of the classroom in front of a chalk board. “Can I help you?” the woman asked.
“Umm, yes. I’m looking for a Miss Cheerilee.”
“That would be me.”
I couldn’t help myself from grinning ear to ear. I just walked up to her and gave her a huge bear hug, lifting her up in the air. “Oh, how I missed you Cheerilee!” I started spinning out of nostalgia and bliss. The class started laughing and whispering about who this mysterious man who walked into this classroom might be.
“Umm, excuse me,” she began, still in shock. “But who are you and please put me down.”
I sat her down and put a frown on my face. “Aw, you mean you don’t remember me?” She nodded. “It’s me! Golden Scale!” She gave me a confused look. “Oh come on. You have to remember me. We were best friends when we were little.” Still a confused look. I sighed. “You used to call me…” I dreaded remembering her horrible nickname. “Scaley Waley.” I shutter as the class begins to laugh even louder and a look of realization replaced Cheerilee’s previous face.
“Scaley Waley!” She pronounced as she gave me a hug and more laughs from the class. “It’s been so long!”
“It sure has,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let’s not call me that anymore, okay?” That nickname was the bane of my childhood.
“Why not, Scaley Waley?” I gave her a look that said “I can end you”. She nods in agreement and releases me from her hug. “So what have you been up to since you moved to Canterlot?”
“Oh you know. Became a member of the Royal Guard. Stopped a serial killer. Planted a garden. Nothing special.”
Her eyes grew wide with the mentioning of the Royal Guard and the serial killer. “You became a Royal Guard? You stopped a serial killer? You have to tell me about!”
“Don’t you have a class to attend to?” I say gesturing to all the students staring at our conversation.
Cheerilee faced the class and made an announcement. “Class, today we have a surprise speaker. He’s a member of the Royal Guard and has some stories to tell us.” The class cheers in joy as I give Cheerilee a look.
“You know if I tell these kids the story of me stopping a serial killer they may get scarred right?”
“Well don’t tell them that story then. I still want to catch up with you and this is the best way to do it.”
I sighed, knowing that there was no way of getting out of this, mainly because all the children were crowding around me, waiting with anticipation for me to tell them one of my few stories. “Okay kids! Who want to hear the story about how I hunted down a dragon?”
A bell rang signaling to the class that it was time for school to end. Sighs of disappointment swept the school house as I was about to get to the climax of my story. “Don’t worry kiddos. I’ll come back next week and finish it.“ Shouts of joy replaced sighs as the class began to pack up there stuff and greet their parents outside.
“Those were some great stories, Scales,” Cheerilee said with a smile.
“Yeah, I know. So wanna go catch up somewhere?”
Cheerilee’s smile turned into a frown. “Oh I wish I could but, I have a date. Maybe some other time though?”
“Okay. Some other time.” We gave each other another smile as we walked out the door to the school house, quickly followed by the tiny students. I felt slightly jealous watching the little kids running up to their parents, who greeted them with hugs and kisses. I know I’ll never get to experience that sort of love again.
So by the door I stood, watching the parents leave with their children, hand in hand, when I heard something. A voice. The voice of a little girl and she seemed to be… crying. My motherly nature kicked in because I'm a manly man and I started following the cries to the back of the school house, hoping that there was something I could do to help. Seriously though, who wouldn’t stop a little girl from crying, whether it’s because you feel sad for her or you want her to shut up.
I come upon the scene of the two girls, one with a diamond tiara on her head and the other with expensive looking glasses, standing over and laughing at another girl who was crying in the corner. “Hey!” I shouted. “What do you two think you’re doing?”
The two laughing girls turn around, surprised by my presence. The one with the tiara was the first to reply. “We’re not doing anything.”
The one with the glasses followed right after. “Yeah, we’re not doing anything.” Oh my gosh, are these two girls really stereotypical spoiled clique brats?
“Really? Because to me, it looks like you were harassing this girl.” My voice got louder and harsher with each word. The crying girl looks up at me, tears in her eyes.
“Why do you care? It’s not like she’s important or anything?” the one with the tiara replied. The one with glasses repeated the main point of the tiara wearing one. Oh my gosh, they are.
They could tell by the look that crept on to my face that their answer was the wrong one. What to do, what to do? I could put them on the roof until their parents get here. Or maybe do the right thing, call them brats and watch them run crying to their parents. So many choices.
Sucks that I’m bigger than that or else they would have been able to see their house from up there. The creeper smile went away as I walked pass the two bitches, I mean, brats. I walked up to the crying girl, who’s face at was almost as red as a lobster from the crying. She stares at me and I at her. Holy crap, she’s adorable. I pick her up and place her on my shoulders. I could feel her tears on my hair. I walk past the two spoiled bit- brats again, this time giving them a death stare, and returned to the front of the school.
“Well those two are mean,” I say in the most calming, gentle voice I have in an attempt to get the crying girl to open up to me. “So anyway, what’s your name?”
“My… name is… Dinky,” she gets in between sobs.
“Dinky? Well that’s a lovely name.” I smile at he idea of someone naming their child such a cute name. “Well Dinky, do you know where your mommy or daddy are right now?”
“I don’t have a daddy.” And shit just got awkward.
“So where’s your mommy?” I say trying to fix the awkward moment.
“She’s usually here by now.”
“Well why don’t we wait for her together? That sounds fun, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
Me and Dinky have been waiting outside the school house for 30 minutes. We played with a ball I found inside the school house. Cheerilee really needs to learn to lock doors. I took this time to take in the appearance of the girl. She had blonde hair and yellow eyes. She was wearing a purplish shirt and a pair of overalls. Honestly, they made her even cuter. She couldn’t have been older than nine. “Where is that mother of yours?”
“I don’t know.” Her eyes are visibly begin to tear up. “I hope nothing bad happened to her.”
Dear Celestia, not again! I walk up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “Hey now. I’m sure your mom is just running late. Here’s an idea. How about we go look for her?”
She seems hesitant at first but agrees. I toss the ball randomly into the school house, pick Dinky up and put her on my shoulders again as we head down the path towards town. The brown leaves are falling from the tree to meet their friends at the ground. I take a deep breath, taking in the fresh, autumn air. “So,” I say to break the silence. “What does your mommy do for a living?”
“My mommy has the best job in the world! She’s a mail lady!” Sounds familiar. “She’s a little clumsy but, she always tries her best and delivers mail all over Ponyville.” Clumsy? There’s no way. “She also has these pretty grey wings.” Can it really be that-
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice that has been stuck in my head all day. “LET GO OF MY LITTLE MUFFIN!!!” And with that I was tackled to the ground, of course launching the girl on my shoulders into the air. As she nears her impending doom, a.k.a. the ground, I stick out my hand and release a field of magic, capturing her in it. I set her down gently and let out a sigh of relief.
I feel a weight on my lower back and a pounding on my upper back. Well, not so much as a pounding. More like a massage but with a bit more force. I turn my head as best I can to see my wannabe assailant to find Her. It was Her. Again, all I could do was stare. Her eyes were shut, tears flowing down cheeks. Motherly nature wants to kick in but, it wont. Like I said, all I could do was stare.
“GIVE ME BACK DINKY YOU KIDNAPPER!!!” She screams at me. So that’s what’s going on.
Dinky runs up to Her, giving her a hug. “Mommy!”
She stops crying for a second and looks down at Dinky. “Dinky!” she screamed with joy. “Are you okay? Did this man hurt you?” She resumes punching me. ”How dare you hurt my little Muffin!”
Dinky grabs her mother’s fists. “No Mommy. He didn’t hurt me. He offered to help me look for you because you were late.” I’m imagining that Dinky is giving her mother a pouty face, after all, I still have someone on my back.
“So now that we got that cleared out of the way, mind getting off of me?” I was getting tired of lying on my stomach with a 130 pound weight on my back.
“Oh.” She got up off my back and I stood up. As I turned around to face her, she stuck her face in my personal space. Sweet Celestia, she’s beautiful. Her hair blew in the autumn wind, almost like it was dancing. Her eyes, well, eye, was staring in to mine, and mine into hers. I begin to blush and look away but, she move her head to look at me again. “Do I know you?” she asks.
Don’t you dare mess this up. “Umm, yes. Well, no. You sort of tackled me down yesterday,” I say nervously rubbing the back of my neck.
“Oh! I remember now!” she says with a bubbly expression on her face.
“Actually, I was wondering. What’s your name?”
“My name is Ditzy Doo,” she said with a smile. Huh. Ditzy and Dinky Doo. How adorable. “What’s yours?”
Okay Scales. Play it cool. “My name is Scaley Waley, I MEAN IT'S GOLDEN SCALE!” Fucking smooth jackass. Ditzy and her daughter are both laughing at me. Adorable.
“Okay… Well… Thank you for watching over my daughter. Goodbye.” She waved to me as she walks past me, holding her daughter’s hand.
“Wait!” I call out. She turn around with a curious look on her face. “There’s something… I wanna ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Uhh… Well,” Come on! Moment of truth. Ask her out to dinner. “You see…” Say it. “I was wondering…” Ask her out! “If you…” You little wimp. SAY IT!!! “Know where I can get some furniture?” Fuck you mouth.
“Oh yeah, there’s this place called ‘Quills and Sofas’. I know they sell sofas and feathers but not much else.” Ditzy gave me a smile.
I hang my head. “Thanks,” I said as I walked past her. Better go buy a stupid sofa.
Author's Note: Yo everybody. I just wanted to say a few things. First, thank you all for reading my fanfic. Second, I'm going on vacation in a couple days and I will (almost) do my best to get Chapter 3 out before then and if I dont... wait patiently. I write slowly. Again, Thank you. Your my favorite reader. You. That other reader is an anus.