STORY #20
I Am So Dead For This
Doors locked? Check.
Windows locked? Check.
Blinds down? Check.
Curtains closed? Check.
You are now ready. You slowly reach under your bed and remove the box from underneath it. Placing it on your bed you unlock it and pop the lid open.
The sight that greets you is one to behold. You lick your lips as you remove the object from within, running a forehoof over it as though it was the most precious thing in the world.
Which it totally is.
You close your eyes and imagine what it will feel like once you put it in your mouth. You can almost taste it, the flavours dancing across your tongue while you lose yourself in the bliss.
Daydream over, you reach into the box and take it out — you have been waiting for this all day, so you are keen to see your desires come to fruition. Opening wide, you bring the object to your mouth.
Closer...
Closer...
Almost there...
You are distracted by the sounds of bolts turning and the door opening, followed by the cheery voice of your housemate. "Hey, Sweet Tale," he calls. "Are you he—"
He's no doubt clocked the fact that the blinds are shut and... yep, you can hear his hooves as they come thundering up the stairs. You quickly put your treat back in the box and shove it under the bed, before throwing yourself under the covers and preparing your best glare for your housemate — who kicks the door open and enters.
"What the hell, man?" you demand. "What's your problem, Haywick, you idiot? Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep here?!"
Haywick narrows his eyes at you. "Don't play dumb with me, Sweets," he spits. "I know what you were doing. For Celestia's sake, why can't you just share it?"
You leap out the bed and get up close, baring your teeth at him. "For the last time, Haywick!" you shout. "Those pink wafers are mine, and you're not getting any of them! Now get the hell out of my room!" Haywick curses under his breath and leaves the room, but not before he hears you shout "And you're paying for a new door as well, you jackass!"
As his hoofsteps fade into silence, you glance at the box under your bed. You take it out and glance around your room.
"I'd better find a new hiding place for you," you mutter. "Because there is no way in hell that mule is getting any of my pink wafers."
After all, sharing is for sissies.