I just wanted to go to Equestria!

by Ditz

Singing the Blues

“Pinkie!” I shouted the moment I went out the door, hoping for an instant response.

As expected, I get none, just my luck. “Please, reply!” I shout once again, running through the surprisingly clean alley, moving onto the main street where numerous cars and pedestrians pretty much block my view of the one pink thing I am looking for. My luck just keeps getting better.

Okay, think; if I were Pinkie, where would I go?

I walk slowly through the street, looking around for any signs of her pink hair through the crowds of people, I can already feel my aggravation increasing. Dammit! Why did she have to hear?

“Lemon?” I hear my name being called. Hoping for Pinkie, I turn around only to find the three crusading girls intently staring at me, each holding a cup of some sort of warm liquid, as shown by the steam rising from them and why am I wasting time describing their drinks in my head when I could be asking them for information.

“Girls!” I suddenly start. “Have y-”

“Where is your ‘Sweetie Pie‘?” Sweetie Belle suddenly asks with a sultry tone.

I blink once in confusion. “My what now?”

“Pinkie Pie, duh,” Scootaloo tactfully explains. “Pie? Come on, dude,” she rudely breaks down for me.

“Yeah! Shouldn’t you two be off smooching somewhere?” Applebloom follows looking annoyed.

“What are you three on about?” I ask. They look at each other surprised and smile mischievously.

“So, trying to keep your new girlfriend a secret, huh?” Scootaloo says, putting her hands in her pockets in an attempt to look cool. Maybe. “It’s alright, we can respect that.”

“…” I am confused beyond belief… But I think I’ll bite for now. “Okay, you got me! But… What do you girls have to do with that? How did you know about my, um, girlfriend?”

Sweetie Belle looks around for people for some reason, then closes into my ear to whisper. “Don’t tell Pinkie, but Rarity told us to get into a fight to rescue her.”

“Rescue her from… What?” I ask intrigued.

The three look at each other for a second, sighing simultaneously and shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Dude,” Scootaloo begins. “She tried to confess. Duh.”

“She looked sick just trying!” Sweetie Belle continued.

“Then she shouted something about corn,” Applebloom finished puzzled.

The moment pops into my mind. “Yeah, but what do you meaaaaoooh boy…” I trail off. Oh my god, no way. “Girls, sorry to change the topic, but have you actually seen her? She went out, I think.”

Sweetie Belle scratches her head. “That’s not changing the topic, thought…”

“Not the point! Have you seen her yes or no?!” I shout, getting the desired effect.

The moment the n-unciation leaves Sweetie’s mouth, I’m already out of there, and ignoring any further questions, proceeding to jaywalk.

Now, I would care that I‘m crossing the street this way, but learning that Rarity and company had some sort of plot to get me and a supposedly lovestruck Pinkie together less than a minute ago has my brain far too occupied to care about some ‘law’.

*Beep* I hear the a honk, and tilting my head slightly left, I notice a car heading towards me.

I regret every life decision I have made to this day! “Aaaaaa-”

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“A-am I dead? I don‘t wanna be dead…” I say out loud, looking around. It is dark. Very dark. “W-where am I?” I ask in sudden realization of my own consciousness.

“If you opened your eyes, you would know,” a familiar voice suggests.

“Oh,” I do as I am told and open them. From the looks of it, I appear to be in some sort of vehicle… Wait a minute, I’ve been in this car before… “Fuck,” I curse, noticing Flash Sentry sitting to my left.

“Hey Pat,” yep, that’s Flash himself greeting me from across the now familiar seat. It would be a comforting sight if he wasn’t the last person I wanted to see.

“Is death still an option?” I ask hopeful. His intense stare tells me otherwise.

“Patrick, I almost ran you over because you decided to cross the street without looking both ways, you are lucky the girls were there and convinced the crowd we were friends, and… I‘m getting off topic,” he states, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry but, did you skip kindergarten or something?”

I give him an emotionless stare and sigh. “Is that supposed to be a trick question?” I ask… His glare tells me otherwise.

“You could’ve died!” he shouts. “What were you thinking!?”

Thinking? Thinking… Thinking! Pinkie! “Pinkie Pie!” I say out loud, reaching for the door’s handle. “How long have I been out!? Let me out, I have to go!”

“Only a few minutes. What’s the matter with you? Go where?” he asks quickly, I must’ve caught him off-guard.

“Pinkie Pie! I don’t have time to explain, I have to find her!” I reply as I attempt to find the lock. Stupid new cars!

He remains silent for a few seconds before suddenly starting his car. “We’ll be able to find her if we use my car to drive around the block, but maybe you can explain what’s going on?”

“I…” huh, wait, that’s actually a good idea. “Alright, let’s go. I’ll give you the details as we look around.”

Flash’s eyes narrow as he starts backing up his car. “If you are actually willing to tell me, this must be serious.”

With the idea settled, we drive out of what I now realize is the mall’s lot. As we look around the nearby blocks, I tell Flash details about what happened. Thankfully, he remains silent which is something I can appreciate.

“Yeah, that certainly seemed like a confession,” he points out once I tell him about the confession. And he was doing so good too.

“Great, we’ve stated that I’m oblivious. Thank you for making me feel worse, Flash!”

“First find Pinkie, feel as bad as you want to later,” he says seriously, looking out his own window as we drive on.

After I finish my telling of the events, we stay quiet as we continue searching for Pinkie for another hour… Unfortunately, luck doesn’t appear to be on our side this time around. We stop at a nearby park, deciding to take a break before going back. Pinkie, where the hell are yo-

‘Ping’ my phone beeps, making both of us jump in surprise. Annoyed, I open it to find a text from Rarity.

“Maybe she found Pinkie?” Flash asks, once I inform him.

“I can hope,” I reply as I open it.

“Oh thank god,” I sigh relieved, I quickly close the messages and go for Pinkie’s phone to attempt a call. ‘Ping’ “Huh?” I check the messages again just to find another message from Rarity. “What does she want now?”

“What!?” I yelp in disbelief, gawking towards Flash and pointing at my phone. “She doesn’t want me to call Pinkie! Why!?”

Flash places his hand over my phone, blocking the screen. “I would take what she says seriously. Pinkie must have been distraught from what she heard… Trust me. Don’t deal with women when they are overly emotional.”

I click my teeth annoyed, and with a grunt, put my phone in my pocket… This is bullshit. “Dammit!” I growl, kicking the floor of the car.

“Woah, watch the car, Lemon,” Flash warns.

“This is all Rarity’s fault!”

“What?”

“If she hadn’t planned some stupid ass matchmaking game we would have been fine!” I shout truthfully.

“Don’t start with the blame game, Rarity was only trying to help,” Flash replies in her defense.

“Yeah, because you aren’t one to blame! You kept stalking me because you wanted to talk to me, if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have even gone with them!”

He glares with an annoyed look. “Oh yeah? Then how about the fact that you shouted that to begin with, huh!? Or how about I blame you for becoming friends with Pinkie in the first place, right? Isn’t that fair?“ he states angrily. “Don’t be an idiot.”

Breathing heavily, I turn my head to the side. “Whatever…”

We remain silent, to my fortune, Flash isn’t giving me his familiar shi-

“… Look, Lemon?”

“Nope,” I respond, reaching for the handle and finding the car has been unlocked, reasoning aside, I open the door and jump out just to be slapped by a cold breeze which leaves me breathless for a second. Annoyed, I slam the door shut behind me. “I already went through your stupid talks twice in less than a week, I won’t be having a third time!” I shout at Flash before walking away. Where? I don’t fucking care at this point.

I hear the opening and then the slamming of a door, signaling Flash getting out of his car, the sound of faint footsteps through the grass I‘m walking pretty much showing he is following me. I could be running away from him, but at this point it doesn’t matter, because I just really don’t care.

“You know? You should be happy,” Flash says out of nowhere.

Intrigued, I turn around to meet him. “What are you on about?” I ask.

“I mean, you are finally free,” he says with a serious tone.

“What are you implying?” I ask, closing in on Flash, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” he asks with a mocking tone.

“Probably, I am very oblivious after all,” I reply.

He narrows his own eyes, snorting amused. “Tell me, isn’t it good that Pinkie hates you now?”

“What!?” I growl. I knew he was implying that, but I didn’t expect him to actually say it out loud.

“Sorry, did you not hear what I said?” he replies. “I said th-” he doesn’t get too far in his talking, as for some reason my fist seems to have connected to his face in a strange turn of events. "Oh dear, did I do that?” I say with gritted teeth.

“Why the anger?” he asks, I notice his face is pulled back from the force of my punch, but he doesn‘t seem to have flinched otherwise, he tilts his head towards me again, a small red spot from where my knuckles hit noticeable on his cheek. “Doesn’t this leave you scot free?”

I back away, shaking my head. “Shut up! N-no! I didn’t want to make Pinkie sad, I didn't want it to be like this…”

“Don’t you want to go home, though? Isn’t that your goal after all? Wouldn’t being close with Pinkie - or for that matter Trixie - be a terrible idea?” he asks, crossing his arms and giving me a penetrating stare.

“Obviously! I mean, I want to go ho-…“ I stop, unable to finish my sentence. "Home... Right?"

“Who are you asking?” he asks, unfolding his arms and staring eagerly. "Me? Or yourself?"

“I mean… I do want to go home, but…” as I question what I’m saying, I look at Flash, he nods his head, as if urging me to go on. “Wait… You knew?”

“You know what you want,” he says calmly.

“… I don‘t want to leave the gi- er, my friends,” I let out a long sigh, realizing what I said. “Huh…” I mumble. Sitting down, and letting myself lay down on the grass, looking up to the grayish sky. "Dude..."

Flash sighs, giving me a fatigued smile. “Close enough,” he extends his arm, which I take it is a helping hand. Cautiously, I accept it and get back on my feet, and suddenly a damp feeling creeps up my back… I instantly regret laying down.

“You alright?” Flash asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I said something so dumb that Pinkie is furious at me, and I‘m wet to boot. Other than that, I'm just peachy," I sigh sarcastically.

“Come on! You discovered something about yourself, isn't that a good thing in and of itself?” he shrugs. “Come on, we should head back.”

“I guess,” I sigh, following him back to the car.

“Geez…” Flash suddenly complains, rubbing his cheek. "Not gonna lie, you did a number on me."

“Er, sorry about that,” I apologize. “You kinda got me angry… I guess this kinda makes up for your stalking, right?” I say jokingly, getting a glare in return.

“Tell me Patrick. Do you even know what I wanted to ask you about?” he asks.

“Well… That if I really wanted to go to the place with the magical horses? Maybe? Although at this point I assume you already knew,” I huff. “Great. The moment Trixie knows of this she’ll probably hate me too, and Pinkie will possibly murder me!”

“I did know,“ Flash laughs, shaking his head amused. “But what’s the worry? I mean, you aren’t planning to go there anymore, are you?”

“… Not really,” I reply weakly. Not that I really know when I came to that conclusion.

“There you go! I don’t think they’ll be too mad. Girls love honesty,” he jokes patting my back rather forcibly, nearly knocking my glasses off. “Not that they have to know to begin with, you know?”

“Is that from experience?” I chuckle as I fix my glasses.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” he jokes, elbowing my arm.

“Whatever,“ I push the topic aside, something coming to mind. “So Flash, can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” he asks as we reach his car once again.

“What do you think is going to happen now?”

He opens my side of the car before turning with a frown on his face. “Sorry Pat, that’s something you’ll have to find out on your own.”

Just a few minutes later, we pull into Carousel Boutique, where an angry -and cold in more ways than one- looking Rarity waits out the front door.

“About time you got here!” she growls, shivering between words. “Although I assume I can’t be too mad, seeing the company you brought.”

“Geez, sorry, I was looking for Pinkie, remember?” I reply in my defense. What’s with her?

“I wasn’t talking to you, Lemon,” she says. What.

“Sorry Rarity,” Flash says. “I had a… ‘run in’ with Lemon on the way here, and we had a good talk,” he explains, pointing at the red spot on his cheek. Well, he can explain to me, because I’m confused.

“I can see that look of confusion on your face, Lemon,” Rarity says noticing. “The one who was going to take you home was this idiot here,” she says, pointing at Flash.

Ignoring Flash’s complaint over being called an idiot. “W-what!? Why?””

“We are popular Lemon,” she explains rather arrogantly. “Don’t you know the rules of high school?” obviously, I didn’t.

“Oh my god,” I groan.

“She is joking, Lemon,” Flash intervenes.

"Of course, I knew that..." I laugh nervously.

A few minutes of back and forth banter later, Flash goes in his car, leaving me alone with Rarity. Not gonna lie, I’m feeling slightly self-conscious right now… I should say something.

“Rarity?/Lemon?” we say in tangent, surprising each other.

“Er, ladies first?” I suggest.

“Thank you,” she pauses, and takes a gulp of air. “I want to apologize for, you know, you probably didn’t know, bu-”

“I know,” I interrupt. “The girls kinda let it out thinking Pinkie and I… Well,” I trail off.

“Ugh, those three,” she complains, shaking her head. “I can’t blame them, though, I have a perfect matchmaking record, after all.”

“Rarity…” I roll my eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to lighten up the situation,” she says, turning serious. “Seriously speaking, Pinkie sounded very sad when I talked to her, it seemed like she had gone into one of her, er, ‘moods’”

“Oh,” I mumble, feeling awkward. Yeah, I know the ones. Thank you ‘Party of One’ “Right, I’ll try to talk to her tomorrow then.”

“Please do,” before I can realize it, she has enveloped me in a hug.

“What was that for?” I ask perplexed.

“For good luck, you might need it,” she says, giving me one last look before heading back inside the boutique.

I look upon the building silently. “Thanks, I’ll probably nee-*whoosh* Fuck, it’s cold!” I yelp, instantly running to the warmth of Flash’s most magnificent heater.

“I hate everything.”

I curse, as the final bell signals the end of yet another school day. Why am I cursing, thought? I mean, I should be happy, right? Well, the reason starts with a ‘P’ and ends with a ‘inkie where the fuck are you!?’

Okay, I should back up a bit.

I arrived to school early, hoping to find Pinkie Pie to apologize to, however, I was not able to see her, heck, even going to Celestia‘s office wasn‘t any luck, I wanted to try asking the girls but… I get the feeling that outside Rarity, they wouldn’t be too happy to know that I made Pinkie cry, especially Dash. Oh god, especially her. Needless to say, it has not been a good day.

Why am I reiterating this to myself? Even in my head I’m sucking. Mental bitching aside, I exit the school through the back, heading to the buses, the peeling yellow paint mimicking my mood like, er, something. Even my analogies fail me!

"Might as well..." I take out my phone and send Rarity a last ditch text. Maybe she's seen her today? I wait no more than thirty seconds until I get a reply, and nervously, I open the text.

"Of course you can't," I groan, pocketing the phone. God, just strike me down right now... Actually, just strike Pinkie a bit to hold her in place for me, please?

“Going home?” a voice calls to me.

Pinkie!? I turn to meet them, and oh... I see Trixie greeting me with a small smile.

“Oh, Trix. You know it,” I reply, feeling a smile of my own creep up my face. It might not be Pinkie, but it’s good to see a friend when I’m feeling down.

“Hmm, what’s the matter?” she asks. “You seem down.”

“D-do I? Nah,” I say, waving the issue away.

“Come now, Lime, we may only know each other for a few months, but you are very easy to read,” she says with arms crossed.

“So I’ve heard,” I groan. “Look, Trixie it’s… You know? Actually, I’ll tell you. I need to talk to you anyway.”

“Really?” she asks, arching a brow.

“If you have the time, that is…” I say looking at the buses. “I mean, it’s a bit long and you might not want to miss your ride and all…”

“That’s fine, Trixie brought her own ride,” she states proudly. “Come, we can talk by the bleachers, not many hang out there with this weather,” she says, a sudden gust of wind blowing by her hair. Fitting.

And so, we head to the bleachers, coincidentally, we actually made it to the ones were we hanged out back in the day of the pep rally… Can’t believe it’s been months since then.

“So? What is the matter?” she asks, sitting down on the grassy field, patting the grass for me to sit down next to her.

“Alright…” I say, tentatively taking a place next to her, feeling the cold moisture of the grass seeping up my skin. Shivering for a bit, I smile awkwardly. This is not going to be too fun.

And so, I let her know of the events that took place yesterday, well, parts of it rather. I figured that taking a bit of Flash’s suggestion of ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them’ might be a good idea.

“Seems like you had a busy day yesterday,” she points out once I'm done, looking strangely distant.

“What’s wrong?” I ask confused.

“Well, other than the fact that you didn’t mention Trixie at all, I suppose nothing,” she harrumphs.

“I said I wanted to tell you about my issue, geez…” I sigh. She is a HORRIBLE listener.

“Trixie would be much more sympathetic if what happened hadn‘t been due to your own stubborness,” she boldly points out, making me flinch. Ouch…

“Wow, you don‘t hold back punches,” I complain.

“Trixie likes to tell it as it is,” she snorts. “Besides, you pretty much told her that you admitted to having feelings for that Pinkie!” she points out annoyed.

Now it‘s my turn to turn to be coy. “That‘s actually the thing I wanted to talk to you about, I wanted to admit something...”

“Yes...? What do you admit?” she asks, a vicious grin forming on her face.

“That…” crap, I bet she totally saw this coming. “I admit that I have feelings for… You…”

“Ha!” she fist pumps. “Trixie knew it!”

“But!” I interrupt her celebrating. “You can’t really mean something by it, right?”

She stops abruptly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously “Do you doubt Trixie’s intentions?”

“No… No! Look, you know I might be going back to my world, right? Maybe forever!” I say it rather easily. It had been something I was going to let out tactfully with Pinkie, but it seems that Trix needs something to calm her down.

“O-oh,” she replies, looking taken aback. “Honestly, Trixie hadn’t thought of that…” she admits. “W-well? How about you? Will you be fine with it?” now it’s my turn to be taken aback, as she shoots her own retort. “Having two girls who actually like you and not going for it?”

“W-well, I-I totally could!” I shout unsure.

"That is not the voice of a sure man," damn it! “And do not doubt Trixie, she could go out with you regardless of what might happen!”

“Oh yeah? What about Pinkie, huh? Didn’t think I might choose her, huh?” I retort.

“Well, Trixie saw her in school! So she is obviously ignoring you!” she shouts, looking angry. “Trixie is actually here listening to your complaints!” she continues, getting on her feet and towering over me.

“She is at least nice!” I shout back, growing suddenly impatient and getting on my own. Ha! I’m taller than her!

“Trixie reiterates! At least I care for you and I'm not ignoring you!” she says again, stomping her feet angrily. “Where is your precious Pinkie Pie now, huh!? You are acting as if you don’t care for Trixie!”

I begin breathing heavily, momentarily lost for words. “Don't give me that crap! You know I do care! I fucking love you, you blue haired hussie!”

“Trixie loves you too, you imbecile!” she shouts, stomping closer.

“Well, I love you more you freak!” I retort, pushing my forehead over hers.

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

"You do not!"

"I do too, dammit!"

With a furious scowl, Trixie launches herself to me, interrupting our childish back and forth, it’s not what I expect as I fall flat on my back with her on top of me, staring silently.

"Prove it," she hisses softly, giving me an intense stare.

Feeling my blood boil, I softly hold her face, and without a second thought, we lock lips in a passionate show of tonguesmanship.

This has got to be the world’s greatest and most powerful make out session ever.

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3... this isn't a recorder.

RIGHT, so, hi diary journal, been months since I last wrote in you, so, yeah...

It's been a long, weird month for sure. I'm actually dating Trixie now! Even a month later, I can't believe it!. That being said, one thing led to another and we just sorta made it official after we got caught making out in school grounds. Best one week detention. Ever.

... Sadly, I haven't seen Pinkie since then. I tried talking to Rarity to see if she knew anything, but she has been rather uncooperative as of late, maybe because I'm dating Trixie now. Speaking of, the relationship in general has been... Nice. It doesn't feel any different from what we did before, well, outside the constant kiss-fests we tend to have, we also have some pet names once in a while... Well, most of ours consist of 'idiot' and more 'idiot', I say that counts though, right?

But I have to be honest, as it hasn't been quite the perfect ride for me, I've felt quite guilty, I mean, we just sorta got together, admitting our feelings during a fight, and then we let our emotions run wild, and... Honestly, I can barely recall the moments leading up to the kissing. Maybe of what happened with Pinkie I acted out of anger, or sadness, maybe both.

... I suppose that I can't really complain too much, I'm content with Trixie after all.

And hey! Flash and Trixie now actually talk to each other with 30% less insults from Trixie! So that's a plus!

In any case, the main reason I'm writing this is that, well... I finally got the message from Fluttershy

'Mr. Heart says he'll be able to see you this Saturday!' her text said.

Well, I may not be sure as to what I may want to do, but hey, might as well get this over with.

It shouldn't be worse than with what happened with Chryssa... Right?