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// A Regular Day 
// Story: Pinkie's Little Crush 
// by Lazypoisonfl 
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He woke to the sound of his alarm going off, startled by how loud it was. "Dammit, I've really need to find something quieter", he thought to himself as he put on his worn out glasses and shifted out of bed. It was 5:01 in the morning, the time he gets up to get ready for school. Still half-asleep, he shuffled into the bathroom.


He looked into the mirror after splashing his face with cold water to be fully alert. His long, brown, curly hair was a mess; his brown eyes were irritated with the bright lights of the bathroom, which made them red, with ever-persistent dark circles under them. The left side of his mouth showed traces of dried drool, which added to the still-asleep look. He put down his towel and a change of clothes in to sink, then stepped into the shower.


Turning the knob to the left side, the ice cold water hits his chest. He always loved the cold, always enjoyed the cold air of winter. Even when it was thirty degrees outside, he would still put the A/C on the lowest temperature. His parents almost always complained about the cold.


After stepping out of the shower, drying himself off, and changing into his clean pair of clothes, his favorite rock band shirt with a matching black pair a jeans with a chain hanging on the side. Looking at the clock in his room, it was 5:24: plenty of time left. It was only a short walk to the kitchen for some breakfast, but he wasn’t still entirely awake. The contrast of the light from the bathroom, to the darkness of the hallway played tricks on his eyes.


A bowl with a spoon and milk in it lay on the table; next to it was his favorite cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Pouring the cinnamon goodness into the bowl, he noticed that his parent's bedroom door had opened, revealing his father. "Alberto, why do you always fill your bowl with milk to the top?"


"Because I refill my bowl with cereal ‘till the milk is gone Dad, you know that."


“Just leave me some of that too, you little shit." A smirk on his lips, and a brief chuckle followed the comment.


Alberto could barely contain his laughter, almost letting the food in his mouth spill out, “You watch way too many PewDiePie videos."


His father pointing an accusing finger at him "Well, you’re the one who introduced him to me!"


"Whatever." Alberto expressed his current mood with a shrug and shake of his head. As he was about to take another bite of the cinnamon amazingness, his father shouted the most random thing. "Hatsune is best Miku!"


At that point, Alberto laughed uncontrollably, pounding his fist on the table to stop from choking up cereal. "Shhh! Don't wake your mother up!"


"Then quit being random dad!" Al retorted. 


His father gave him a caring look, and then went back to bed. After washing his bowl, Alberto grabbed his phone and backpack off of his bed, said goodbye to his Twilight Sparkle plushie, and headed out the door.


The walk to the bus stop was pleasant, with the cool autumn breeze blowing in the air. He was the first person to get picked up; his best friend was the next stop then, and his girlfriend. He was pretty disappointed when she called him last night, telling him "You better take me to the movies tonight". The threat was a benign tumor, taking form in the back of his mind and instilling worry into him. With a screech, the school bus stopped in front of him and the double doors creaked opened. He liked getting picked up first and have the whole bus to himself, enjoying the peace and quiet.


Twenty minutes later the bus stopped at the second stop. Few guys he knew came in and took their place in the back. Eventually his best friend, Nathan, came up the stairs. He had short black hair with a beard to match. Of course, he had his ear buds in and was listening to his iPod. As usual, Nathan sand to one of his favorite songs, "'Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs. And I know, I know it's not your time, But bye, bye." Everyone on the bus loved to hear him sing, that is everyone except Melissa, Alberto’s girlfriend.

Another thirty minutes later, the bus pulled up at the last stop, this was Melissa's stop; the doors opened and walked over to my seat. She had long brown hair, caramel colored skin, and dark eyes. She spoke to him in a bitter voice, "Well?" Expecting an answer to the tacit question.


Alberto glanced at the wall. "Well, what?"


"Are you going to take me to a mov-"


"No." His answer cut off her question.


Melissa stared at him in shock. "What did you just say?"


"I said no." He replied blankly.


She let out a frustrating groan and sat at the seat in front of them and said, "You’re lucky that I'm your girlfriend. I can change that, you know."


He stared at disbelief "Are you serious? You’re threatening me because I don’t want to go see a crappy movie? Really” Alberto sighed again, his palms rested against his forehead. He looked up to Melissa through the cracks in his fingers and said, “Look, I need to tell you something."


"What is it?" She asked, concerned. When Alberto opened his mouth to tell her, the bus stopped at the school campus.


"I'll tell you at lunch." He said, and with that everyone got off the bus and went their separate ways. Nathan had shouldered his backpack and was following a few steps behind Alberto as they neared the school’s entrance.