Like Clyde said, after class was over, he spent a good hour at the park with Tyrone talking about how to handle his feelings for Rarity. Tyrone told him to not worry about anything because if she bothered texting him all the time, she either had similar feelings or it was just downright pity for him. Tyrone left him to ponder for a few moments as he ran out on the court.
Clyde became sad once he heard ‘pity’, but refused to believe that was the case. Hoping it wasn’t the latter, Clyde shrugged it off and thought of all past conversations with her, whether it was in the café or through texts. After mental analysis, pity was not an option. Feeling a little better, he grabbed the basketball and ran out to join Tyrone and start their three-week training session.
~ ~ ~
On the Saturday before Monday's tryout, Clyde laid on his couch for much-needed rest. Tyrone and him spent everyday in the past three weeks at the park playing basketball. He physically felt confident on making the team now, however, he still was having troubles on focusing on it without thinking of Rarity. Due to her daily texts to him, the constant thought of her never went away during the three weeks.
Five minutes after laying down, he felt his phone vibrate on his chest. He picked it up and saw the name of the sender and smiled. It was Rarity.
“Good afternoon, Clyde! How are you faring today?”
Clyde thought about what to say, but had trouble typing due to his fatigue. Because it was her, he pushed himself to type. “I’ve been better. I’m really tired and still nervous about the tryout on Monday.”
“I see.” Clyde looked at the short sentence and thought it was strange that’s all she wrote. Normally, she would always sends either multiple short texts or one big one. As he continued to stare at the two words, he saw she was typing something else. “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”
Clyde, unsure of what to reply with at first, looked at the corner of his living room. “Uh, not that I believe. Tyrone and I are resting for Monday. Why do you ask?” Unlike last time, Rarity began typing as soon as she saw his message.
“Well, there’s this new hit movie that came out yesterday about some girl who moves to a new city where she falls in love with a boy and nobody wants to see it with me. I thought, since you are still nervous about Monday, you can take your mind off of it and watch it with me?”
“Sure, what time did...wait a minute. Did you just ask me out to the movies?!” Clyde’s heart dropped and all the nervousness that was in him overtook his body. He watched in sweet agony at her typing, waiting for her new message.
“Er, well, technically, but like you said before: it’s whatever you call it as. I just thought we could hang out again, seeing how we had a good time getting to know each other three weeks ago.”
Clyde couldn't believe it! The girl that he has been attracted to since he first laid eyes on her, was texting him daily and wanted to hang out with him–again! He quickly thought of something else to text her. “So, uh...what time is this movie?”
“You don’t seem that excited...”
Clyde flushed red. “What? Of course I am! It’s hard to express emotions through texting!”
“Clyde, I was simply teasing. I know you’re extremely excited to see me again!” Clyde shouted in frustration at himself for getting easily flustered. He couldn’t help it though. Rarity, to him, was his perfect dream girl.
“I knew that....”
“Of course you did! Since the movie is at nine-thirty tonight, we can go get a nice dinner somewhere before it too!”
“So, it is a date after all?” typed Clyde, feeling bold.
“Do you not want it to be one? I thought you would have liked that...”
Clyde smacked his head on the couch at his idiocy. Rarity was basically telling him he had another chance to spend time with her tonight and he was acting like he didn’t care. “I do like the idea, it’s just, I’m already nervous about Monday, I would be extremely nervous if this was a legit date.”
“Hmm, I understand.” Rarity took a minute to begin typing again. “That doesn’t mean we still can’t go see a movie together tonight as close friends.”
“I would love to see a movie with you,” replied Clyde, fearing the word ‘friend’, but noticing ‘close’ in front of it. If she thought they were close friends already after three weeks, that had to have been some type of progress.
“Great! You don’t have to pick me up, we can walk to the restaurant and movies tonight since it’s rather lovely outside. Where would you like to meet?”
“I guess whatever restaurant you want to eat at.”
Rarity sent him the address of the restaurant, which was closer to her home than his, but he didn’t mind the travel distance. Maybe a long walk would do him wonders. She told him to leave around a quarter to eight so they had enough time to eat and walk to the movie theater. Clyde agreed and he quickly set his alarm on his phone to take a quick nap.
At 7pm, Clyde awoke to his buzzing phone and quickly jumped up and ran upstairs to shower and get ready. Most of the time, it only took him five minutes to take a shower and dry out his hair, but he stood in the shower for an extra five minutes pondering about that night. After drying his body, he got dressed into his usual clothes: stonewashed jeans with his black shirt. He ran back into the bathroom and ran his hand through his wet hair. After giving his head a shake to help dry his hair, he nodded to himself in the mirror and hurried down the stairs. He put on his dark-colored jacket by the door and quickly left the house.
The first thing he noticed when he stepped outside was the setting sun. He took out his phone and saw he was at least ten minutes ahead of schedule. He didn’t care, feeling it would be better getting there early, not late. As he walked, he looked through the sports updates feed and watched the cars go by him. While it seemed he was calm, deep down inside, he was nervous as always.
After the twenty-minute walk to the restaurant, Clyde sat on the nearby bench and waited. He checked his phone and saw that it was a quarter to eight. Since he had no idea when Rarity would be there, he looked through his group chat with his lunch table friends and read some messages. After reading a handful of paragraphs by an angry Cannon ranting about Jeb at work, Clyde suddenly felt two hands behind him rest on his shoulders.
“Gah!” yelled Clyde, jumping forward. He quickly spun around and saw Rarity who was giggling. Like him, she was wearing her usual outfit, although he could smell she had more perfume on than the last time they were in public together. Clyde sighed and put his hand to his chest. “I swear I had a heart attack...”
“I’m truly sorry Clyde, forgive me, but I couldn’t resist,” said Rarity through a quick giggle. “Were you waiting long?”
“No, I got here a few minutes ago,” replied Clyde. He felt his heart return to normal, but his face was beginning to get warm. Rarity seemed to not notice, or even if she did, seemed to not point it out to him.
“That’s good. I thought I was late. While I am quite fashion forward, I’m not a big fan of being “fashionably late”. I’d rather be early so everyone notices me first!” Clyde saw her stare him up and down and give a smile. “Are you ready to eat?”
“Yeah, but I’ve never been here before.” He looked at the building behind her. “You’re going to have to recommend stuff to me.”
“Have no fear, Clyde. I will help you pick a suitable meal!” Clyde nodded and together they walked up to the doors. Before reaching them, Clyde quickly jumped ahead and opened the door for her. “Oh my, you and your manners,” she said with a smile.
“My mom would have been upset with me if I told her I didn’t open the door for you.” Rarity laughed and walked inside, Clyde following her. The hostess walked them through the dimly lit restaurant and showed them a small booth table near the window with the blinds closed. She gave them menus to look at and left for their choice of beverage. Clyde nervously looked through the menu, unsure what to order.
“Are you still having troubles?” asked Rarity from across the table.
“I don’t know what I’m hungry for, that’s the problem.” Clyde sighed and flipped through more pages. “What are you getting?”
“Hmm, a turkey panini, nothing too much. I wanted to eat some popcorn at the movies too.”
“A panini?” questioned Clyde, thinking about the fancier type of sandwich. “That sounds good right about now.”
The waitress soon came back with their drinks, which were both waters due to them being free, and looked at Rarity. “What would you like, miss?”
“I’ll take the turkey panini with those wonderful homemade chips you have,” answered Rarity handing her the menu. The waitress nodded and wrote down Rarity’s order before turning towards Clyde. “And for you?”
“I’d like to have her,” said Clyde, pointing to Rarity.
As soon as the last word came out of his mouth, he knew he said something wrong. He saw Rarity’s and the waitress’ reaction and he felt a strong burning sensation on his cheek. He quickly put his hands over his face and put his elbows on the table, giving a disappointed sigh. If Rarity wasn’t with him, he wished right then and there that he could magically teleport home and lock himself in his house forever.
“Do you mean you want what she ordered?” asked the waitress in a nonchalant tone.
“Yes...” said Clyde through his hands. The waitress grabbed his menu and walked away from the table, leaving the two of them sitting there alone. Clyde kept his hands on his face for a few seconds, in fear of what Rarity was doing. Feeling like it didn’t matter anymore, he removed his hands and saw Rarity looking at him. Instead of an angry expression he was fearing, she showed a small smile.
“You know Clyde, you could have said “make it two” after I was done ordering to save you that trouble.”
“I know,” said Clyde staring at the middle of the table. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, I feel like a loser now.”
“A loser? Heavens no.” Clyde looked up at her confused. “It’s perfectly normal for a boy to be this nervous around a girl they are enamored with. I find it adorable you are very sensitive to emotions, unlike most other boys who tried to impress me.” Rarity smiled as Clyde felt his cheeks begin to cool down. Once he looked into her eyes, she quickly looked away and stared at some waiters and waitresses walking by. “Let’s switch topics, shall we?”
Clyde was curious at the sudden avoidance, but ultimately nodded. “That’s fine.”
“So, Clyde,” said Rarity still looking away, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure, I guess,” replied Clyde, fearing the tone of the question.
“Well, when we were at the café a few weeks ago, you blatantly told me about your parents like it was nothing. Don’t you feel any sadness for them? People don’t just bring that up during their first meeting with each other.”
Clyde looked at the small lamp above their table. “I do. I miss them all the time. It’s been so long since they left, I finally gave up crying for them. Nothing can bring them back. I told you because I didn’t want to hide anything and so I don’t get fake sympathy later.” Rarity shot him a look. “Hiding stuff only brings pain anyways.”
Rarity looked at him with saddened eyes. “You know you can tell me anything. My perspective of you won’t change because of some sad moments in your life. I’m more than happy to help and talk to you if need be.” She smiled, but quickly looked away from the table again, trying to hide her face again. They sat there in silence while Clyde wondered why she did that again.
After a few minutes, Rarity looked back at him and stared at his shirt. She pointed to it and Clyde became confused. “Is there something on it somewhere?” he asked while lifting up his arms to glance at his shoulders. He scanned his shirt and couldn’t see anything wrong with it.
“No, I meant, what’s the musical note mean? You already told me about the basketball and your name, but you never mentioned the musical note.”
Clyde looked down at the logo on his shirt. “Oh, well, I like listening to music.”
“Is that it?” asked Rarity, lifting an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” said Clyde with some sadness in his voice, “when my brother wasn’t at my uncle’s with me, I layed in my bed listening to music. It helped me deal with loneliness.”
“I see,” said Rarity leaning back into the booth. “Can you play any instruments?”
Clyde shook his head. “I never had an opportunity to learn how. I would love to play the guitar or piano one day.”
Rarity smiled. “Looks like you’re in luck, Clyde. I so happen to know how to play the piano!”
“Really, you do?”
“Oh, but of course!” She outstretched her hand to look at her nails and gave a small laugh. “The piano is the most elegant of instruments. It’s only fitting, I would know how to play it.” After returning her hand to her side, she quickly looked over at him with lowered eyes. “Maybe I can teach you one day...”
Clyde, surprised at her sultry expression, blushed and coughed. It was the first time he had seen her do something like that towards him and, even though it was sudden and probably in the heat of the moment, he enjoyed it tremendously. Her eyes, after all, was his favorite thing about her. “Uh, I’d love to learn how to play.”
Rarity smiled and returned her eyes to normal. “And I would be happy to teach you!”
Clyde returned the smile with a grin. He tried looking through the table to remember what symbol was on her skirt. “So, the diamonds you have on your skirt represent your designer hobby?”
“Mostly. I like to use various gemstones to, how do I put it, enhance the fabrics. If I’m not using gems to add to clothing, I make my own accessories. You should stop by sometime so I can show you my lines and lines of my fabulous work!” She quickly took out her phone and waved it around. “I even have a blog about my store and it’s very own social media account too! If you could ‘like’ it and ‘follow’ it for me, that would be wonderful. It helps promote my small business.”
Clyde laughed. “I would, but I’m not into the social network thing. It’s filled with people constantly complaining about their relationship problems, indirect insults to people, and pictures of the food they are eating.”
Rarity pouted, but quickly shook it off and closed her eyes. “Fair enough. I guess I’ll have to ask someone else to help promote by fashion.” She opened one eye to look at Clyde. Clyde sighed, feeling bad about hurting her feelings. He knew it was just a trap, but knowing she would be happier, he saw no reason not to help her out. He took out his phone and saw her smile. “You’re the best,” she said through a big smile and a wink.
To pass the time waiting for their dinner, Rarity helped Clyde make an account on the most popular social media network and showed him her two accounts on it: the business and her personal one. After ‘liking’ her fashion account and accepting her friend request, he began to put his phone away.
“Clyde, wait!” said Rarity.
Clyde froze in place. “W-What?”
“You simply can’t have your account without a picture for yourself!”
“Huh?”
Rarity sighed and pointed to his phone. “You need to put a picture of yourself so people can add you!”
“Oh,” said Clyde with a frown. He went to the photo gallery on his phone and saw it was empty. “Oh yeah, I don’t really take pictures of myself, let alone other things.”
“Looks like you have to take one then,” said Rarity with a smile. Clyde looked at her and sighed. He handed her his phone, but she refused to take it. “What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you my phone so you can take a picture with it,” replied Clyde.
“Oh, can’t you do it?”
“I mean, you’re only across the table, so...”
Rarity shook her head. “Clyde, it’s way easier to take pictures of yourself by taking a selfie. I do it all the time!” Clyde nodded and hit the small button on the screen to flip the camera around. After looking at his screen, he began moving his phone around to get the best angle to take a picture. As he held the phone up above the table, he was about to hit ‘capture’, but Rarity stopped him.
“You need to smile.”
“What? Really?”
Rarity nodded without a word and Clyde raised the phone high again. As he gave an awkward and big smile that made him feel very uncomfortable, he looked over to his right and saw the waitress from before standing there with their food. She nonchalantly looked at him and his face became red due to embarrassment again. Clyde heard Rarity bust out in laughter.
“You do know the one rule of selfies, right?” asked the waitress looking at Clyde.
“No,” said Clyde looking at the table in shame.
“It’s for boys to never take them.”
“I figured as much...” said Clyde quietly looking away from her and Rarity, who was still giggling. She handed them the food and briskly walked away. Clyde put his hand on his face and sighed again. He looked at his food and took a small drink of water.
He sat there most of the time eating in silence as Rarity watched him. He tried to not say anything so he couldn’t possibly embarrass himself again, but every time he saw her blue eyes look at him, he didn’t want them to feel sad. However, he also didn’t want to talk with food in his mouth again, so he decided to wait until they were both done. Clyde finished his plate before Rarity ate one half of her sandwich.
“Clyde, you can have some of my chips if you want,” said Rarity sliding the plate over to him. “I don’t eat that many of them anyway.” Clyde stared at her plate and ultimately picked a handful of them and began eating them. Since she asked him to eat them, he didn’t want to deny her offer.
After she was done with her sandwich, the waitress dropped off the bill. Clyde stared at it and looked at Rarity. As he went to grab it, Rarity snatched it away from him.
“I can’t let you pay for it,” said Clyde, showing his manners again.
Rarity smiled. “No, it’s fine. I am the one who asked you to join me for dinner tonight.” She watched Clyde become sad and thought of something. “If you really want to pay for something tonight, you can buy the movie tickets and popcorn.”
“Alright,” said Clyde, agreeing to the deal. “I’ve never been to a movie theater before. How much are the tickets?”
Rarity placed her finger on her lips and shot her eyes to the ceiling. “It’s around twenty dollars for two tickets, plus the popcorn which is around seven.”
“That much just for a movie?” questioned Clyde in shock. “That’s more than this dinner!”
“You wanted to pay for something,” said Rarity with a playful wink.
After the waitress came back and took Rarity’s money, in which Clyde felt guilty about, she returned in a few minutes and the two of them walked away from the booth and back to the small entrance of the restaurant. Clyde held the door again for Rarity and they both stepped outside.
Unlike when they met outside before their dinner, the moon was high into the air, shining through some clouds. Just like the light, the temperature had dropped a few degrees into a more late autumn coolness.
“Ooh!” said Rarity rubbing her arms to heat up, “it’s rather cold out now. I didn’t think it was going to be this cold tonight.”
Clyde looked at her and shrugged. “It’s not that cold.”
“Easy for you to say! You have a jacket on!” Clyde looked at her simple, yet stunning to him, outfit of a skirt and blouse and laughed before taking off his dark gray jacket and handed it to her.
“Here,” he said to her. Rarity looked at him with a surprised expression. “I know it might be cliché, but if you’re cold then take it anyway. I can handle it.”
She hesitantly took it and lifted it up so she could look at it. After an examination, she put it on and smiled at Clyde. “It may be cliché, but there are some certain ones I love anyway. This is one of them. A boy should always make sure the girl is warm in cold weather. Thank you.” She soon frowned and looked at the jacket. “However, I’m not a fan or wearer of darks that much. I’ll wear it because it is quite warm and it’s also yours.”
Clyde laughed. “Fine with me.” He watched her lift her arms and look at the baggy jacket on her. On her, it looked at least a size or two bigger, making it look like a hybrid of a jacket and overcoat.
“Do you think I still look good in this?” asked Rarity, holding out her arms and looking down to her torso.
“You still look beautiful,” said Clyde, trying to not make it sound super cheesy. No matter what he said there, he was going to sound either cheesy or make her mad. Rarity smiled at him.
“You’re just saying that.”
“Maybe I am,” said Clyde with a playful smirk. He quickly began walking away and heard Rarity give a small distasteful gasp behind him and quickly run up to his side.
The two set off towards the movie theater near the middle part of the city. From the restaurant, it was about fifteen minutes away in walking distance. After thirty seconds of walking, Clyde pulled out his phone and saw it was 8:37pm. He realized they had some spare time still, but every shop along the way would be closed, making it harder to waste time.
Another minute of walking past and he noticed there were many people also walking the streets at this time. It wasn’t particularly late out, but for the time of the season, not a lot of people bothered walking in colder weather. A thing that Clyde noticed was when people walked close to the both of them, Rarity would move closer to Clyde. Whether it be for a sense of protection or another secret reason, Clyde didn’t say anything about it.
“So Clyde,” began Rarity while they were still a few minutes away from the theater, “do you feel better about Monday?”
“Yeah, a little. You definitely took my mind off of that tonight,” he said. “Although, I did get embarrassed two times tonight because of you, which doesn’t help either.” Clyde looked at her with a grin.
Rarity gave a hpmh and turned her face away from him. She soon gave a small laugh and looked back at him. “Not all of that was my fault. You’re the one who actually did it.” They stopped at a cross walk and waited for the cars to speed by. “So how’s the Trenderfoot issue? Is he still mad at you?”
“Actually, I have no idea,” said Clyde, pressing the button and waiting for the pedestrian light to flash on, “he told me we were good now, but I don’t believe him.”
“Don’t believe anything he says,” said Rarity with venom. The walking light lit up and they crossed the boulevard in a hurry. Once they stepped on the sidewalk, they saw the bright lights outside the movie theater.
“So, what exactly is this movie called?” asked Clyde. “I’ve never seen any previews about it.”
“The reason you probably haven’t seen any previews is because you only watch the sports network,” said Rarity with a look of apathy. Clyde rubbed his head and grinned. “Anyways, it’s called Amor Fati.”
Clyde nodded and began analyzing the phrase in his head. Amor fati, in simple terms, meant the love of fate. It wasn’t the first time hearing the phrase, as he heard the phrase when he was younger after his parents died. Seeing how he had no control over their deaths, he began to realize maybe everything did happen for a reason and maybe everything is meant to teach you to keep going no matter the odds. Maybe the true way of life is to love everything no matter what happens, good and bad.
Before getting too much more lost in thought, Clyde saw they were both outside the movie theater. Rarity and him walked up to the booth and ordered the tickets, quickly heading inside. Once in the lobby, Clyde saw the long line at the concession counter waiting for popcorn, drinks, candy, and all the other movie theater treats. He checked the time on his phone and saw there was enough time to get popcorn so he walked up to the end of the line and stood there with Rarity.
After twenty or so minutes, the two of them finally stood at the counter and ordered a large popcorn. He already knew he would have to eat most of it, but he wasn’t too concerned about it. After Rarity’s consent, he quickly put butter and some kettle corn seasoning on it and walked with her to the theater. After finding the certain theater the movie was playing in, they headed up the ramp and looked in the almost filled room for a pair of seats After trampling through an aisle, Rarity sat down at a small section with three empty seats. She picked the one in the middle while Clyde sat beside her and some random dude.
Clyde, at first, was surprised on the number of guys here in the theater, but when Rarity and him walked in, he noticed most of them had a female sitting beside them. Clyde looked over at the guy beside him. Once the guy saw Clyde looking at him, he turned his head and began shaking it.
“You too?” mouthed the guy in silence. Clyde shrugged and looked away from him. Clyde held the bag of popcorn on his lap and shifted it closer to Rarity so she didn’t have to reach far to get to it. They sat there eating for thirty minutes and watched the previews of future movies. After the marathon of clips, the lights dimmed down and the crowd grew silent as the real movie began playing.
Once the movie began, Rarity stopped eating the popcorn and instead, paid more attention to the movie than the bag of popcorn and Clyde. Clyde looked at the bag and quietly tried to finish off the last remaining half of it.
For most of the movie, Clyde watched it without taking it seriously. Whenever a cute or romantic scene happened between the lead characters, Rarity and girls in the room would ‘aww’ in joy at it. Clyde and the guy beside him would stare at each other every time and shrug, unable to explain what the joy of this was. The only thing Clyde liked about the movie was that the lead actress was sexy. Of course, the girl sitting beside him wearing his jacket still beat her.
During the last scene of the movie, where the two main characters were dancing to a song and telling each other how much they love one another under the moonless sky, the room was filled with sniffles from Rarity and the girls. Clyde and his seat neighbor looked at each other one last time and sighed. Clyde quietly pulled out his phone to check the latest sports feed, but Rarity glanced over at him with an angry expression, so he put it away.
Once the movie finally ended, the girls in the room gave a clap and one last sob, while the boys just sat there looking at the wall. Clyde and Rarity waited for more of the room to empty before trying to pass through the mob leaving the theater room at one time. After a few minutes, Clyde helped Rarity up from the seat and the two of them threw away the popcorn bag, exited the room, walked through the long cinema hallway, and finally walked back into the lit city streets of Canterlot.
“So did you enjoy the movie?” asked Clyde as the two of them began walking. In his opinion for the movie, he wouldn’t have paid for the movie himself, but it was Rarity’s choice.
“It was so romantic!” said Rarity with sparkles in her eyes, “it might be one of my favorite movies of all time now!” Rarity yawned and turned her head towards Clyde. “Oh my, what time is it anyway?”
Clyde pulled out his phone and took a quick glance. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Midnight!” Rarity yawned again and moaned. “No wonder I’m really tired. I usually in my nice and warm bed by now. Clyde, you might have to let me sleep on the next bench we find, no matter how dirty it is.”
“Do you want to stop at one real quick? We still have a long way to walk still.” Clyde turned his head and ironically, a bench along a row of buildings and shops was to his left. He briskly walked over to it and sat down. He glanced back at Rarity and watched her struggle walking over to it, trying not to laugh at her.
As soon as she sat down, Rarity quickly laid her head on Clyde’s shoulder, making his face burn red. Since this was about the thirtieth or so time he blushed because of her, and for being a ‘pro’ at this now, he cooled down fairly quickly. He looked over to his right and smiled, hearing her gentle sleeping breaths. He let her lay there for another three minutes before moving his shoulder.
“Hey, Rarity, wake up,” he said softly. She ignored him and continued resting her head on his shoulder. “I really mean it, please get up. I have to walk you home.” Rarity moaned and suddenly sat up to blow air into his face before returning her head on his shoulder. Clyde flinched at the air and sighed. Rarity lifted her head off his shoulder and frowned.
“Clyde, I’m too tired to walk anymore,” whined Rarity, “I just want to sleep!”
Clyde stood up off the bench and looked down at her. “I know you do, but we still have at least twenty minutes left to walk.” Rarity moaned again, but soon, Clyde saw her eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“I have an idea!” she said in a half-excited voice. She hopped up on the bench and looked at Clyde. “Turn around.” Clyde did as he was told to do and waited for her next command. Once he turned around, he felt her arms wrap around his shoulders. He turned his head to see Rarity leaning on him. “When you step forward, grab my legs.”
“What?”
“You’re going to carry me, darling,” said Rarity smiling. Clyde ignored his warm sensation in his cheeks and stepped forward, holding under her legs for support with his arms. After some quick adjustments to support balance and make it easier for Rarity to rest, Clyde began walking.
Like he thought, Rarity wasn’t that heavy. He didn’t have to “gather his hidden strength” to carry her or lean forward that much. He stood nearly straight while Rarity’s head was behind his left shoulder. Another thing he thought about was not having to worry about the cool weather. Since the breeze was coming from behind them, Rarity was blocking most of the it and due to her wearing his jacket, he didn’t worry about her complaining about the cold wind.
After five minutes of walking in silence, Clyde began thinking about the movie. In a weird ironic fashion, the movie reminded him of his situation in the past few weeks. Like himself, the girl moved to the city and soon met the boy, or in Clyde’s case Rarity, after running into each other in the store, like the basketball at gym. The movie hinted that their meeting was fate and throughout the movie began to become lovers. However, since fate was only brought up once, Clyde questioned the title of the movie.
He turned on the boulevard and was now walking on the street that housed the restaurant the two of them were at before leaving for the movie. He looked up in the sky and saw most of the clouds above had vanished, leaving the bright moon and stars to shine throughout the blackened sky. He tried to look for some constellations, but quickly gave up since he forgot what most of them looked like. As he stepped under a street light, he looked back at Rarity and became astonished at what he saw.
There in the faint glow of the street light, he could see Rarity had redness on her cheeks. She was still sleeping, but was blushing as she held on to Clyde. He smiled and looked forward. He knew she had seen him multiple times blushing when she would talk to him, but this was the first time he had seen her show any sign of this. He kept his pace along the streets and finally understood the movie title now.
It wasn’t much of a movie about the phrase “amor fati”, but a play on words with it. Instead of fate being the main concept, it was about the love that came because of the fateful encounter. Clyde smiled and realized maybe this was also happening to him.
He continued walking in silence until he walked by the restaurant and stopped. He looked back at Rarity and wondered where they were to go now. He didn’t want to wake her as she was peacefully sleeping on his back. Trying not to anger her by waking her up, he began walking towards his house.
After the peripatetic journey was finally over, Clyde found himself in front of the door to his home. He quietly took out his keys and opened the door, before taking it out of the knob, and locking it back up once inside. He paid no effort on turning on any lights, as he knew the layout of his house, so he walked over to the couch. He gently and carefully slid Rarity around his torso so he had one arm under her knees and one arm under her neck. Holding her this close to him made Clyde somewhat flustered and nervous, but he ignored it and gently lowered her on the couch. He picked up the blanket on top of the couch, fluffed it out, and lowered it on Rarity.
Clyde gave her one last look and a smile before sitting in his reclining chair. He closed his eyes thinking of all the memories from the amazing night with Rarity before eventually surrendering to sleep.