//------------------------------// // Rollin' Through Miami // Story: Pink Heart // by The Mirage //------------------------------// "Hey! Hey Robby! Hey!" Usually I was fine with being awoken by noises, but when it is right next to your face, it's rather annoying. "What?" I asked, feeling hot breath against my face and smelling cherries. "It's time to wake up, sleepy head!" I shifted in my bed turning away from the her and grunted, covering my head with my pillow. "Don't be like that!" She chirped, jumping on top of me and taking the pillow off of me. "Dammit, stop." I said, turning around and looking up at her. "That's not nice to use that language." She said, crossing her arms against her pink sweatshirt and frowning. "It's also not nice to wake people up." I said, pulling her hood up and over her face, then picking her up by the sides and dropping her down on the bed beside me, uncovering myself and sitting up on the side of my bed. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled herself up, laying up against my back and resting her head on top of mine. Her arms wrapped around my bare chest and she fiddled around with her fingers. "Watcha' doin'?" She asked, staring down at the IPhone in my hand. "Checking my phone." I said, shuffling my body a bit when I felt her clothed breasts rub up my back. I hadn't looked, but I knew they weren't giant like some of the girls I would see in this state, they were maybe the size of softballs. I shivered again when I remembered some of the disturbing pictures of 'bigger' girls that I saw in Miami before. I saw her hand swing down and randomly press the screen of the phone, opening the Appstore. "What are all of those?" "Just games or camera stuff." I explained. "Of course Instagram is still on the top charts..." "Can we get it?" "Instagram?" "Yeah." She said, tapping the icon. "Do you have one?" I asked. "One what?" She asked, standing on the bed and looking down at me upside down with my phone in her hand, her hair brushed up against my face when it hung down in front of me. "An Instagram." "Why would you need an Instagram when you can get it right here?" She asked, poking my nose. "That's just silly." "What?" I asked, getting up and looking at a clock. 7:40 AM "Okay." I said, stretching my arms and putting a shirt on. "Where do I need to take you?" "To take pictures!" She said, jumping up and tapping the phone's screen. A click told me that she took a picture. I rubbed my hands against my face. "No, where do I take you home?" "I don't think we can get to Equestria from here." She said. "Pinkie..." "No, really! I like being a monkey!" Pinkie shouted, taking another picture. I sighed, I made a guess that she would just want to hang around me until she remembered that she had to do something, then would be gone, out of my life to never be seen again. I looked up at her and smiled, at least she was nice, and fun. Her random movements on the bed as she snapped pictures of me was funny and cute. Cute... why cute? As I opened my car door, she hopped in the passenger seat beside me and slipped my phone out of her jean pocket, taking more pictures of the car and me. I chuckled a bit and turned the car on, the stereo immediately started up and began to make soft bass in the back of the car, vibrating the car a little bit, I knew it had to be dubstep, it was the only kind of music that could make my dash vibrate at a volume level of four. I skipped forward a few songs until I found something I liked. The volume was only set to six as I pulled out of the parking lot and still I could feel the bass vibrating my back. "Did he ever tell you-" Suddenly, the stereo blared, rocking the car and interrupting Pinkie as she spoke. "Piece of shit..." I muttered, turning it back down to six and turning to Pinkie, "What were you saying?" "Nothing." She said, taking a picture of the stereo system. "What is with you and taking pictures?" I asked, chuckling a little when she took a picture of a McDonalds sign when we passed it. She smiled and turned up the radio to ten, then to twelve, then I stopped her at twenty-two. "It can only go to thirty, then the speakers will blow out." I said, holding her hand in place. Of course, she turned it to twenty-nine and the entire city heard the bass from the car. I got a few nasty looks, but most were smiles and younger kids raising their arms or giving a cocky grin. "It's like an earthquake!" Pinkie shouted, screaming with enthusiasm and being drowned out by the vibrations or few lyrics. I smiled, looking back at the road, I nodded my head from side to side. What are the odds that I end up hitting a crazy person? I thought. I turned the radio down and flipped open the sunglasses holder and put on the red tinted aviators. I leaned back a bit in my car seat and tried to relax. I turned the radio down to thirteen and turned to the girl in the passenger seat, her bright, pink hair was flowing with the wind that breached the open windows of the car, the cool and fresh wind put me in a kind of trance, I felt myself beginning to stare and looked away. "So, where do you want to go?" I asked, watching the road. She sat up in her seat and looked close to the window. "I dunno, Robby, where do you wanna go?" "I don't really care." I said nonchalantly. "You want me to name a few places?" "Ooo... good idea!" She said. "Go!" "Well, we could go to the beach, we could find some of my friends, we could have lunch..." I stopped. I had just asked her to have lunch with me, was I asking her on a date or something? I shrugged silently. "Lets have lunch! Or we could find your friends, oh I bet they would love to meet my friends, and my friends would love to meet them!" She spouted. "Or we could go find your friends on the beach while having lunch!" I blinked. I had never met a girl that could talk so fast, I mean, she talked about a mile a minute! "Lets find my friends meet me at the beach, then we can go have lunch together." I said. "Ooo! Can we go swimming?!" She was bouncing up and down and her eyes sparkled almost comically at the mentioning. I scratched the side of my face, feeling the beginning of my sideburns. "Well, you don't really have a swimsuit..." I said. "And my friends probably don't want to be with a nudist." "That's okay! We can go get a swimsuit!" She said, reaching over me and jerking the wheel towards her. I slammed on the brakes as we veered off course, stopping almost instantaneously. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked up and saw another Pac Sun. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Pinkie. "How did you know there was a store here?" I asked, still in a stage of shock. She shrugged. "Educated guess." Then got out of the car. I followed. About 45 minutes, a phone call and 4 swimsuits later, we walked out, I had picked something fast and liked it. But, as I had expected, she took forever, trying to find out if this fit this and how it looked. I had gotten a front-row seat of a few 'poses' that photographers would kill for. It was nice for me, at least. She had picked out two pairs of swim wear in the end. A nice black and pink Fox Racing two piece top and bottom and a almost see-through pink one. In the car I insisted on her wearing the Fox one so nobody got any ideas. She had also gotten herself a pair of black converse sneakers, one pair of white and two pairs of pink skinny jeans, pink sandals, a black leather jacket that she wanted me to wear, and eventually did, and finally one black, white and pink striped shirt and a few other shirts and underwear and things. Of course she had practically given me a fashion show, trying on literally everything and showing them to me. I had no problem, it was funny to see her walk around and dance in the different outfits. I felt a buzz on my leg and I fished my phone from my pocket. On the home screen it said in a new text message "We're here... where u at?" I smiled at the name on the top of the screen, one of my life-long friends, Conner. I quickly tapped in; "5 min" A few seconds later, he responded. "Kk" I handed my phone back to Pinkie, she quickly started taking pictures again, smiling to herself. I smiled myself as I watched the road through a familiar red tint.