I hopped on my motorcycle and rode to the track field. When I get there, I shut off the motor and jumped off, kicking the stick and locking it. I walk through the gate and look around for Rainbow Dash.
I spot her sitting under a bush huddled up in a ball. Seeing this, I backed out and I leave to go to a nearby gas station. I grab a bag of her favorite candy, sour skittles, a sucker for myself, and a pack of gum. Then I grab a pack of tissues and some bottled water. I pay for the items and rush back tot the field. I walk quickly back to the field, relieved that she was still there.
Walking up to her with the goodies in hand, I try to take a good look at her. She is curled up in a tight ball, gripping her knees tightly. She body shaking. Shaking? Shit she’s crying! Oh what to do? What should I do? Well what do I do when I’m upset? Well....comfort? It felt good when Nana or Adagio hugged me when I cried. Maybe that’s what I should do?
Rainbow is not the hugging type, neither am I. Maybe that’s what she needs. “Rainbow...” I drop the bag of goods, and I let myself drop to the ground as well, enveloping her in my embrace, gently running my fingers through her hair and rubbing her back in big circles slowly on her back. She does not refuse me. Instead she pulls me toward her tighter and sobs into my shoulder.
Her whole body shook with every intake of breath she took. Releasing whatever pain she’s going through. “Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay. Just let it out. I am here for you. I will listen, it’s okay.” I say to her in a quiet voice.
She cries harder, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tight. “What’s wrong?” I ask quietly. She doesn’t answer at first. After a while though, her crying subsided and she was finally about to calm down. She took a deep shuddering breath and proceeded to tell me what was wrong.
“M.....my parents got into a fight. Again.” Oh shit. “And they got physical.” Fuck! “And they are going to have a divorce!” She rushed the last part out as new tears fell down her face.
“Wait, wait, wait. Did they say they were going to have one? Or did they actually got papers to start the process?” I ask her.
“They said they were. They were so bad today. Both could have really hurt themselves, they’ll only have bruises tomorrow, but it is so awful having to deal with them. I don’t know what to do.” She explains. This I understood, it is hard to deal with situations like this.
“I know it’s tough. Life is never easy, I know first hand what it means to hurt in that way, Rainbow.” I tell her.
She nods. “It is. A-and I don’t know how to deal with it.” She says.
I pat her back, trying my best to give her some comfort. “Look, I am not sure of how great of a help I will be to this, but you can’t control the things that come at you in life unexpectedly. All you can do is deal with them when they come. Not all of them will be as easy as writing a simple five paragraph essay over why you think sports are great. Some.....or most of them..... are going to be tough and hard battles that you will have to face.”
She stays silent. So I continue, looking at the sky. “But you can always find beauty even in the toughest times.”
That sparks up a laugh from her. “Heh, you sound like Rarity.”
I laugh at that as well. “I’m nothing like Rarity.” She immediately looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Okay, so I am a bit dramatic.” Her eyebrows go higher, giving me that (oh really?) type of look. “Okay so I am a lot like her in some ways, but what I mean is, look at the sky. Look at what you have. And if that doesn’t help, well approach the situation differently.”
“Oh! I get it now.” She says. I smile at her. “Good.” I say.
“Sunset?” She says. Looking back at her I respond. “Yeah?”
“How are you so good with this feeling stuff? I can’t ever seem to say the right words when it comes to Fluttershy it Pinkie Pie being sad or for anyone else in that case.” She asks.
I scoff. “Good? Ha! I just say what is on my mind and hope it’s right. Nothing fancy really.”
“Same dude. Except I usually end up not saying the right thing.” She says.
“Well, the key is to picture yourself in that position, and consider the person your dealing with and take care of them they way you would do you, but also something that wouldn’t be to harsh or too much for them.” I explain.
“What?” She says. “That’s confusing.”
“Tell them whatever comes to you first. Trust your heart, not your brain.” I tell her.
“Oh okay. I’ll try.” She says. “Sunset.”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for being here.” She says.
“You’re welcome.” I replied. “But don’t you dare tell anyone else.”
“What? Why?” She asks.
“I don’t need anyone thinking that I’m a softy.” I tell her. She laughs. “But you are.”
I would have responded, but then she continued. “What in the bag?”
I look down to see the bag of goods still on the ground. “Oh goodies for us.”
“Sweet!” She says and grabs the bag and pulls out the pack of skittles. “Oh awesome! You got the good kind!”
I rolled my eyes and go my candy. Then I handed her a bottle water and then I took one for myself. We sat there for a while, until my alarm went off for me to get to work. “Aw, I have to go.”
Rainbow gave me a sad look, but she seemed to be doing better. “Okay. Thank you for coming. Be careful.”
“I will, and you’re welcome. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“Great, bye!” Then I left.
My job is at this Country Road restaurant that serves stake and other country styles foods. It pays really good. It is a pretty nice restaurant where I work. It has lots of nice square tables, nice cushion chairs and booths, and nice bar. (I work at the bar yet, not old enough.) Since it’s a fancy restaurant and Canterlot is a pretty decent size city, it pays good for a waitress job. I can usually whip up 200 dollars in one night, 300 on busier nights.
When my shift was over, I head home to go get ready for bed and to hopefully find everything alright back home. When I got to the porch, I heard a loud, scared little cry. I looked around, but I could not see what it was because it was dark.
Then it cried out again, whimpering. “Ruffle?” I turned on my phone, and put on my flashlight. That’s when I saw him under the porch steps. I quickly grab him, instantly furious at Sonata and the others for letting him run around by himself like that. “You can’t be too mad at them though, Sunset. You did kinda threw him into their arms.” I told myself. So I let it go. Next time, they won’t have to take care of such a thing.
I walk inside the house and was met with a horrific, Sonata. Tears streaming down her face, crying her eyes out. Then she saw the puppy in my hands and she gave me a panicked look. “OH SSSSSUNSSSET! I-I AM SO SSO SSSSO-O-O SSSORRRRY! P-PLEASE FORGIVE MMMMEEHHH! I DID N-NOT MEAN TO L-LOSE HIM!” She cried out, choking and wheezing as she said her words.
“Shhhh, hey it’s okay. I shouldn’t have left him unattended. Don’t blame yourself. If anything I should have been more responsible. You were not ready to take care of him.” I tell her.
“R-r-really?” She asks. I nod my head. “Yes, really.” She brightens at that. “Oh, thank you. A-And so sssorry!”
“It’s okay. Really. I’m not mad. Just please be more careful next time.” I tell her. She nods. Then I take Ruffle and went into the living room under my reading lamp to check for any injuries or anything that he may have gotten into. I am so glad I did because it seemed as if he found out what cactus are. “I see you got into my cactus.”
His eyes immediately meet the ground. “Well I guess it’s no use telling you what they are now. You need to be more careful, Ruffle.” He refuses to look at me. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you.” He immediately brightens. I got a tweezers and worked to get out the stickers off of his paws and his nose.
When I finished I checked over his body to make sure that was all of them. All fixed up, let him sit there by my, petting him.
“Wow, you’re really good with animals.”
I looked up to see all three sirens watching me. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “I’m not that good. Just good enough. I can never compare to anyone like Fluttershy.”
“Does not matter much to me.” Adagio said. “You are the best in my book.”
“Yeah, you make the best pancakes.” Sonata put in.
“And you have a motorcycle! Plus your own place. That’s pretty cool to me.” Aria added.
I scoffed, “Pfft! Gosh embarrass me why don’t you.” It was not meant to be literal, but.....
“You ass jiggles when you run up and down those stairs.” Adagio says. The heat in my face quickly rises. I was not going to be out spoken though.
“And is that a double chin I see?” I so boldly put in.
Adagio put a hand to her chest and acts like she’s hurt. “Ha! Says that girl who thinks I’m good looking.”
Damn, roasted! How do I compete with that. Ugh, I’ve got nothing! “Well.....well....” Yep I’m done for. This is why don’t roast. Then I got one. A really good one. “Hmmmph, yeah, true but you’re not as good looking as me.”
She gasped. “That’s true.” Then she looks down at my boobs and stares at them. “I think you’re right, look at this big perky boobs.” Then her eyes shift to my area down there, and being self conscious as I am I closed my legs and shifted my gaze. My face burning more than I could comprehend.
Aria and Sonata looked at each other and giggled. “I think we’ll be in our room.” Aria said. Sonata nodding and they leave the room. I also get up to put Ruffle in his kennel for the night.
As I get up from putting him away, I felt a warm, soft breath of butterscotch next to my ear. “Hey.”
I turn to see Adagio next to me, watching me. “Hey.” I say back to her. Where is this going? I can see such a quick connection to each other, but what does this mean? Maybe. Maybe we should....or I should spend more time with her. It’s still only like 7:30 in the night. “Let’s go for a ride on my bike.”
She thinks for a minute, and then she nods. “Alright. Let’s do that.”
“Go to my room, and get your hoodie. It’s been washed.” She nods and rushes upstairs to retrieve the hoodie. Once she had it on, I grabbed my heya and we head out the door.
I hop on my motorcycle, and she gets on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. But they were a little lose. “You have to wrap those arms a little tighter, don’t want you to fall off. I don’t need another thing to feel guilty about.”
She tightens her grip and then we took off.