“Mason, I want some ice cream,” Vinyl stated from the back seat of my car.
“There’s ice cream at the house,” I replied, “Just wait till we get there.”
“But I want it now…”
I looked in my rearview mirror to see her pout. In a way, it was cute. I looked at Octavia who was beside her; she didn’t seem to be paying much attention to us. She looked more interested in taking in L.A’s sights. Can’t blame her; it is a beautiful place. Well, if you go to the right places.
We stayed quiet in the car, heading home from the club; the radio playing some pop song I don’t care to remember. I do remember it being bright, sunny, and the streets free of any traffic. My kind of day. Maybe that Celestia pony still has control of the sun. (You know what’s funny? Rumor is that she’s here and running for President. Go figure. Too bad I never registered to vote.)
“Truth be told, I could go for a bit of ice cream myself,” Octavia stated.
“Not you too. Ice cream is at the house. Plus, the nearest place that sells good ice cream is 30 mins off our route.” I said.
I looked back in the rearview to see both ponies pouting. Though, Octavia’s looked to be a bit more scheming than pouting. I saw her and Vinyl pull out their phones in unison; they probably were going to text each other. I simply shrugged it off and kept driving. All seemed well until Tesla alerted me about an urgent text message on my phone.
I pulled to the side of the rode to read the message.( I usually wouldn’t have done that, but I had two passengers weary of this mode of transportation.) With a quick swipe, I opened up the message to see all bold words from my mother, “GET THOSE PONIES SOME ICE CREAM!” I stared at the message, reread it twice, and then received another message from my father, “NOW!”
Turning around in my seat, I looked at the unicorn and then the Earth pony. They both had this innocent look about them, one saying they could do no wrong in the world. A look that needed protection from the evils of this world. The twist was…they were the evil of the world…and they lived with me.
“Did…did you guys tell on me?” I asked.
“What do you mean, dude?” Vinyl asked back.
“Yes, what do you mean? We were simply sitting back here, listening to the music coming from your carriage.”
“Sure…and the text I received from my parents has nothing to do with your craving for ice cream?”
“No, but you should probably listen to them.”
They kept the innocent looks on their faces until I turned around. Then, I heard them snicker. I sighed before making a U-turn and driving towards the nearest Ice cream parlor. Though, the more I drove, the more a smile on my face grew. Truth was: I wanted some Ice cream too.
“I’ll take one cookie and cream, one vanilla, and one chocolate.” I told the human cashier, “All cones.
“No…wait…I want turtle, not vanilla.” Vinyl interjected.
“You know it’s not actually turtle flavor.”
“I know. I’m not a idiot like you, Mason.”
“Ouch. I thought you ponies were supposed to be nice.”
“The tales of our niceness have been greatly exaggerated.”
To add affect, Vinyl took a jab at my arm. It hurt…a lot. I couldn’t let her know, though.
“Any change for you, Octavia?” I asked, a tear forming in my eye.
“No, chocolate is the best and only flavor I will eat. I thank you for asking, though.”
“In that case, one cookies and cream; one vanilla; and one chocolate.”
The cashier asked for my thumb, scanned it, and told me my purchase was approved. I nodded and waited for the frozen treats. Vinyl and Octavia went to seat down at one of the tables while a lady and her son came behind me, so I moved out the way and let her order. A moment passed before I received the ice cream. I hurriedly rushed them to the table and handed them out to the respective owner. I was thanked ,and we ate in delicious, cold heaven.
Though, we barely got halfway before Octavia noticed the sons of the lady were staring at us with judging stares. We did our best to ignore the kid, but when he began to walk over, there was nothing we could do.
“Hey, buddy, what can we do for you?” I asked.
“Are those ponies yours?” he asked.
“No. I don’t own them. They are my friends.”
“My dad said bronies, like you, were cancer on the internet when he was growing up and that ponies are stupid”
I was sort of shocked that the kid just came out and said that.
“Uh…number one: I’m not a brony,” I took a lick of my ice cream that was starting to run down the cone, “Number two: your dad is a-”
“Language, Mason,” Octavia interrupted, “He’s only a child, repeating what he was told.”
I held my tongue, trying to reword what I was trying to say.
“Your dad has a point of view that’s ignorant and wrong. Trust me, kid. Ponies are pretty freaking cool. Even though they force you to buy them ice cream.”
At that moment, the kid’s mother walked over. She seemed a tad bit weary of my little group. I’m guessing she was coming to investigate. Makes sense a mother would do that.
“Hey, Joel. What are you talking to these…persons about?” she asked her son.
“The man said dad is ig-nor-rent and wrong about bronies and ponies.” Joel answered.
“Okay. Joel go to the car and wait for me there,” She waited for her son to get out of hearing distance before speaking again, “What gave you the right to tell my son his father is wrong?”
“Well he was talking bad about a group of people who done more good than harm and ponies which my friends here happen to be.”
“That doesn’t mean you can tell my son his father is wrong. WE choose how to raise our son.”
“Ma’am please…just listen. I was trying to help him know the-“
In the next instant, I felt a sharp pain in my drink. When I recovered, I saw the lady’s hand lowering from the sky. She turned and walked away. Both Octavia and Vinyl surrounded, trying to make sure I was okay.
“Are you okay?” Vinyl asked.
“Does it hurt?” Octavia asked.
“Naw. It doesn’t hurt much.” I smiled a bit, “I’ve been slapped harder and by way prettier women.”
“So how are we going to get revenge?” asked Vinyl.
“Vinyl, revenge is wrong.” Octavia said.
“No, Octavia. Revenge is like ice cream. It’s sweet and best served cold, “I opened my phone and dialed, “Hey, Charles. I need you to find the address that belongs to this license plate and sign them up for the puritan news letter…and weekly visits.”
Octavia rushed over, grabbed my phone, ended the call, and grabbed my ear. She began to walk towards my car, and my body began to follow. Vinyl laughed as she followed.
"Revenge...is wrong." Octavia stated once more, "Now, let's go home."