//------------------------------// // Chapter 16: Advice from the Cakes // Story: TwiMacVerse Part 3: The Apple of My Bulls Eye // by ThatBronyWithTheClipOns //------------------------------// “Something to do, something to do, something to do,” Pinkie Pie kept saying to herself as she paced around like crazy in her bedroom. Last night, Braeburn said to Pinkie that they wouldn’t go out until she came up with the activity. And it had to be her idea. The thought of that terrified the hyperactive pinkie party pony. She always did what others wanted to do, and seemed ok with that. But now, now she wasn’t sure if that was good enough anymore. “What I want to do,” she spoke again to nopony. “I’ve spent my entire life doing what others want; and I’ve loved every moment of it. But, can I keep doing that forever? Can I really be truly happy from only doing that? Then again, I never really thought about going out with boys. I mean, I’ve BEEN with stallions before, during crazier parties. Hehehe. Thank Celestia I remembered protection! GAHHHHHHHH! This shouldn’t be SOOOOOOOO HAAAAARRRRRDD!” Then she heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” she sighed. In walked in the Cake twins, Pound and Pumpkin. Pinkie Pie still couldn’t believe how big they were getting; now close to four years old. “Are you ok, Pinkie?” asked Pound Cake. “Yeah, we heard you screaming,” said Pumpkin Cake. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’m ok,” said Pinkie Pie. “I’m just trying to think of something to do for a date with Braeburn.” “That nice stallion you introduced us yesterday,” asked Pumpkin Cake. “The very same,” said Pinkie Pie. “We decided to go on a date, but he wants me to decide on what we’re gonna do. And I just can’t think of anything to do.” “Because you’re so used to doing what others wanna do, right,” asked Pound Cake. “Did everypony notice that,” said Pinkie Pie, frowning bigger now. “I didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret,” said Pumpkin Cake. “Yeah, you love doing stuff for other ponies,” said Pound Cake. “It makes you happy.” “It does make me happy,” said Pinkie Pie. “But, Braeburn had a good point too. I should do more for myself.” “So do it,” said Pumpkin Cake. “Just like that,” said Pinkie Pie. “Why not,” said Pound Cake. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to do stuff for yourself. It doesn’t make you selfish or anything.” “How are you two so smart,” asked Pinkie Pie. “You’re like four years old.” “I guess we’re just wise beyond our years,” said Pound Cake. “Or you’re just dreaming,” said Pumpkin Cake. Then all three began to share a hearty laugh. “But seriously, you’re dreaming,” the Cake Twins said at once. Pinkie suddenly jolted awake so fast that she fell out of her bed, making a loud thud. And just then, Pumpkin and Pound Cake walked in to check on that noise. “You ok, Pinkie,” asked Pumpkin Cake, in a voice that was clearly more for a four year old. “We heard a bump,” said Pound Cake with a concerned tone. “Oh, I’m ok kids,” she reassured the twins. “Did you have a bad dream,” asked Pumpkin Cake. “Not exactly,” said Pinkie Pie. “More like an anxiety dream.” “Anxi-what,” asked the Cake twins in a confused tone. “I guess that is a big word for four year olds,” said Pinkie. “A worry dream is probably the best phrase.” “Aw, what are you worried about, Pinkie,” asked Pound Cake. “Don’t worry about it, kids,” she reassured them again. “Just go off and play, and I’ll come join you in a little.” The Cake Twins walked off slowly to leave Pinkie Pie alone in her room. The seemed to be in a bit higher spirits, but they could tell their favorite foal sitter was feeling down. A few minutes later, Pinkie heard a tap on her door. “Pinkie, dear,” she heard the voice of Mrs. Cake. “Pumpkin and Pound tell me you seem sad.” Pinkie lets out a little sigh; she’s a bit annoyed that the twins went talking to Mrs. Cake. But on the other hoof, she is glad to see their concerned about her well being. “Come on in, Mrs. Cake,” said Pinkie. The light blue pastry chef made her way into Pinkie’s room. “So what’s going on, sweetie,” Mrs. Cake asked in her usual motherly tone. “Well,” began Pinkie. “I have a date with Braeburn.” “That nice stallion you introduced us to the other day,” asked Mrs. Cake. “Yeah, him,” said Pinkie. “That’s wonderful, dear,” exclaimed Mrs. Cake. “When’s the big date?” “Well, that’s the thing,” said Pinkie. “He wants me to decide what we do for our date.” “A little unusual,” thought Mrs. Cake. “It’s because I tend to do what others want to do,” said Pinkie. “So, he figured I should pick the date.” “I see,” said Mrs. Cake. “And you’re having trouble coming up with ideas, aren’t you?” “Hit the nail on the head,” responded Pinkie. “I feel bad that I can’t come up with anything.” Mrs. Cake moved to Pinkie’s bed to sit with her, putting her hoof around the pink party pony’s shoulder. “Aw, sweetie don’t say that,” said Mrs. Cake. “But I should be able to have my own ideas,” said Pinkie. “But all I ever do is go with what others want. And I mostly know how to arrange parties. Btu, I’ve never been on a date.” “I’m surprised by that,” said Mrs. Cake. “I think most stallions are nervous to ask me out,” said Pinkie. “I know what I’m like; really hyper and outrageous.” “But you’re also a wonderful mare,” said Mrs. Cake, giving Pinkie a warm hug. “Any stallion would be lucky to go out with you. And if this Braeburn makes you happy, then I wish you both the best.” “Thanks, Mrs. Cake,” said Pinkie, returning the hug. Mrs. Cake got up from Pinkie’s bed and made her way out the door. “Just remember that it doesn’t have to be anything over the top,” said Mrs. Cake. “When it comes to a first date, it’s usually good to go small and intimate.” And then Pinkie Pie was alone again in her room. That’s when a light bulb went off in her head, and a huge grin grew across her face. “THAT’S IT!,” she exclaimed as loud as she could.