Chapter 9 – Doubt and a Dilemma
Your day began normally; well as normal as it was having a girl who was a humanized version of Pinkie Pie as your friend. You got ready and waited for Pinkie to appear from her apartment. Sure enough she ran out the door and immediately gave you a hug, almost knocking you over in the process.
“Hi boyfriend,” she said suddenly, with a wide grin.
You were surprised by what she said, more than her tackle hugging you. Before, she would almost always call you by your name. Sometimes she would call you friend or neighbor. This was the first time she ever called you as a boyfriend. You never officially declared yourself to be her boyfriend, yet it seems now it didn’t matter. Pinkie claimed you already.
“Um… hi Pinkie. Are you ready to go?”
“Yuppers,” she said as she made her way to the car with you following, your mind still surprised at what she said.
The ride to Sugar Cane Corner was fairly normal except for one thing. Pinkie Pie would constantly switch between watching the road and looking over at you. It was almost as if she was checking to make sure you didn’t magically poof from the car, leaving her alone. You were less annoyed about it and more worried that she would cause an accident from looking over at you so much.
“Why did you keep looking at me,” you asked as Pinkie parked at the bakery.
“Oh, nothing,” she said casually, “I just wanted to see your cute sexy face!”
With that she gave an unmistakable flirty wink as she turned and sashed her way into the bakery. As you followed her, you knew that without a doubt she made you’re her boyfriend. Before you wondered if it was true or if you were just imagining things, but it seemed overnight that she had thrown all doubts out the window.
You then began to have an unsettling feeling of doubt within your mind well up at the thought of being Pinkie Pie’s boyfriend. It was like there were two parts of your brain were fighting with each other. One side told you that there was no reason to not love her, that she was everything you wanted. Then there was the other side that wondered if you had what it took to be her boyfriend, if you were good enough for her. You wondered how life would be being with her more then you were now, of giving your heart to her. Sure the two of you were great as friends, but would you be great as a couple? Would the fun last or would you both have trouble being together? Your number one fear from your thoughts was that things would get so out of hand that you would lose her not only as a girlfriend but as a friend too, something you never wished to happen.
The day at the bakery stretched on fairly normally although you did notice some things about Pinkie Pie. In addition to being conscious about how she looked in front of you, you noticed that she kept flaunting her appearance. It was as if she was trying to be a pin up model, posing every time you looked at her. She would also always give you a flirty look when she was talking to you. You began to wonder if she was just trying to impress you or if this how she truly would be if you were her boyfriend.
During the day you heard Pinkie declaring to everyone she met that she had a boyfriend. It wasn’t just the Cakes she mentioned this to. Instead it was every single person who walked into the door who just wanted to buy something, only to be accosted by her declaring her love. Even when you two went out to Pat’s Pizza and Party Palace, she continued her happy declaration. For a moment you thought that it would be out of her system when you returned to work but she kept on acting flirty around you and telling others about your relationship.
With the day over, you actually dreaded for the first time going out to dinner with her, fearing how she’d act now that she had the idea that the two of you were in a relationship.
“Are you ready to go out?”
“I guess,” you say as you hold your breath as to where she would pick.
“Okie dokie! Because tonight it’s going to be really special.”
“How so?”
“You’re coming over to my place to dinner!”
“Ok,” you said as you got into her car and the two of you headed back to her apartment.
For a moment you thought that this would be good, that she wouldn’t be running around and telling everyone in the restaurant that she’s your girlfriend. Then you realize that you are going to her house, a place you’ve never been to. To you a house was a private thing, a place where you felt comfortable being you. To invite someone into your personal space meant that they wanted to take the relationship to a more personal level. Now you knew that pinkie Pie wasn’t just saying how close she wanted to be with you, she meant it!
You pulled up to the house as she unlocked the door to her apartment. For a moment you stood at the threshold, wondering if this was a good idea.
“Hey there,” she said poking her head through the opening, “Are you coming in?”
“Yeah,” you said with a deep breath as you entered Pinkie’s domain.
The apartment looked like a giant pastel rainbow exploded, covering the place in color. The walls were painted a pink color that matched Pinkie’s pelt from the show and the ceiling had a color of a light blue like the girl’s eyes. The wooden floor had a huge area rug in the living room that was a dark pink like her hair. The furniture was all brightly colored like something from the 60s. There were shelves filled with books, music, movies, and a large amount of pinkie pie related things. It appeared as if she had raided the local department store for everything related to the pink pony and displayed it proudly in her living room.
“So do you like my place?”
“Yeah, it’s nice,’ you said to her as you still tried to take it all in.
“Ooo… let me show you the rest,” she said as she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you along, showing you the kitchen, the spare room, and the bathroom.
“And here’s my room,” she announced as she opened a door.
The room was surprisingly organized, more that even yours. Just like the rest of the house, the room was a rainbow of color all down to the pink sheets of the bed. You felt yourself begin to sweat as she showed you possibly the most intimate place in the house.
“So, do you like it,” you heard her say.
“What?”
“My bed silly! You’ve been staring at it for a while now. Hey, do you want to sit on it?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s so nice and soft. In fact why don’t you come lay down and cuddle with your girlfriend.”
With a flirty wink she laid on the bed as if she was posing.
“Um… maybe later.”
“Okie dokie lokie,” she said with a shrug, “You must be hungry, so let me start dinner.”
After the bedroom incident you began to wonder if this was a mistake. You liked Pinkie, but you felt that she was taking things way too fast for your taste. You had to tell her how you felt, but you didn’t know how or when would be the right moment.
You waited in the living room as she was cooking and singing at the same time. She was so happy sounding that you didn’t want to spoil it or worse cause her to lose her concentration and create some bad meal.
“Ok, dinner’s ready,” you heard her say as her voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
You sat down as Pinkie made a delicious looking hamburger for you with bleu cheese and bacon.
“Well, Pinkie, if this looks as good as it tastes, I’ll be amazed.”
You took a bite as you marveled at the wonderful tastes in your mouth.
“This burger is great!”
“I knew you’d love it,” Pinkie said as she ate hers.
The two of you ate in relative silence as both your mouths were filled. Finally the pink haired girl spoke.
“Oh this is so exciting cooking for you. It’s like we’re living together already! Just you, me and these burgers, well not anymore since we ate them.”
“Pinkie,” you said as you swallowed the last bite of the burger, “We need to talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, it’s about our relationship…”
“Oh, you want to take it to another level, eh Mr. Flirty Pants?”
“Yeah, actually I think we need to take things slower.”
“Slower,” Pinkie said stunned as if that word hit her like a ton of bricks.
“Yeah, look I like you, but I think we should just be friends until we can really get to know each other. That’s ok with you, isn’t it?”
“Oh, ok,” Pinkie says as her normally happy expression becomes flat at the news.
The rest of the time spent at her apartment was met in an eerie silence with her. Gone was her normally happy bouncy demeanor. Now she just sat there, barely saying much.
“Well, I had a great time tonight with you Pinkie,” you said trying to end the night on a happier note, “Thanks for showing me your place, and for the food.”
She looks up at you momentarily and says in a flat tone, “Okie dokie lokie,” before looking away.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
That response was met with silence from your friend. As you return to your apartment, you wonder if you did the right thing telling Pinkie how you wanted to take things slowly. Granted it wasn’t an easy thing for her to hear, but it needed to be said. You just hoped that she would take it ok and that everything would be better the next day.