Chapter 11 – The Party Never Ends
You slowly awake the next morning, unsure of where you are or what happened. Slowly your senses return to, starting with your touch. You feel that you are lying on something soft yet firm with something else that if soft being wrapped around your body. You then begin to smell the heavenly aroma of something sweet being baked nearby. It is when you hear your hearing returned that you know something strange happened last night. You hear a familiar voice singing a happy tune.
At first you thought that maybe after you made up with Pinkie Pie you went home and passed out on your bed. You realized that that for some reason the time between meeting her and returning home was strangely lost. It was then you realized that there was only one other option that could explain where you were and what was happening. You had to find out what happened, no matter what the cost was.
You open your eyes to find to your shock that Pinkie Pie is staring down at you!
“Hi there sleepy head!”
You jumped in surprise and almost made the girl fall backwards. You realized then that you were in Pinkie’s house, in her bedroom, and in her bed!
“Um… Pinkie? We didn’t do… you know… last night, did we?”
“Did what,” Pinkie said with a confused look on her face.
“You know… it?”
Pinkie stood a few moments trying to figure out what you meant. She wasn’t normally a dense person, but as you attempted to be cryptic, you lost her. Finally her confused face shifted to one as if a light bulb appeared in her head.
“Oh… now I know what you mean. No we didn’t do that last night. Um…yeah, I can see how you’d think that waking up in my bed.”
“Well, why am I in your bed?”
“Well, I kind of kissed you and I think you um… passed out. Thankfully you were near my bed when that happened. You looked so peaceful that I just left you there. Don’t worry, I have a really comfy couch that I slept on.”
“You mean I slept the entire evening and night?”
“Yuppers! Just about twelve hours. You know, you’re kind of cute when you sleep, except when you snore, although you don’t really snore. Your nose kind of makes a whistling sound when you sleep. Anyway, you must be hungry. I’m making pancakes if you want some. Can’t work on an empty stomach!”
“Actually I’m going to get changed first,” you said as you rolled out of bed, “I don’t want to show dressed in the same thing I was yesterday at the bakery. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Okie dokie lokie,” she said with a smile as you head back to your apartment.
While getting dressed, you realized how you were given a great gift, the chance to be with a girl that loved you as much as you loved her. Never again would you pass up this gift as some random occurrence or something to be taken for granted. You also learned that whether you’re in a friendship or a relationship, it never is perfect. Like Pinkie and her excitement of being your boyfriend, you learned to look past any flaws and accept Pinkie Pie as being Pinkie Pie.
You return to Pinkie Pie’s place to find that she had the kitchen table all set up with a pile of fluffy pancakes set up with your name on it.
“Eat up,” Pinkie said as she dove into her set pancakes.
“By the way,” you said to her in between bites, “thank you.”
“For what,” Pinkie Pie, “the pancakes?”
“Well the pancakes are nice, but I want to thank you for being my friend and my girlfriend and just being you.”
“Oh you’re welcome! I’m glad being your girlfriend and being me. I also glad you’re my boyfriend ! But can I ask you something?”
“Um… sure.”
“What made you like me? Was it my hair or my eyes or my personality?”
“Actually, it was your smile.”
“My smile?”
“Yeah, you’re smile attracted me to you like a magnet. When I see you smile, no matter what kind of a day I’m having I can’t help but smile.”
“Awww! That’s so sweet! I love to make others smile. That’s what I do. And when others smile it makes me happy. Anyway, we have to get going soon. Those cakes won’t bake on their own!”
You helped Pinkie clean up and then made your way out to the car.
“Alright, it’s my turn to drive,” you say as you head you your car.
“Okie dokie lokie,” she says as she gets into the car.
As you leave your house for another day of your you realize that life had never been sweeter now that you were with a girl named Pinkie Pie.
The End…
“Hey Mr. Narrator!”
Pinkie Pie?
“Yuppers. Hey I just read your story and I wanted to tell you that I really liked it!”
But… how did you read it when I’m just writing it?
“Oh don’t worry about that silly! Anyway there’s one thing that I think you should fix.”
What’s that?
“You say at the end of the story The End. But it’s not the end. I mean I’m still in love with him.”
I didn’t say that it was the end of your relationship, just the end of the story.
“Okie dokie lokie! Oh, and why don’t you tell the reader my boyfriend’s name? I mean wouldn’t it be better if you just called him…”
It’s called a second person fanfic. I wanted to make the reader feel that they met you and fell in love with you.
“But I already have a boyfriend.”
I know but it’s just a way of writing.
“Okies, I have to go! It’s karaoke night! Bye Mr. Narrator!”