More Silver Than Gold

by Stepany1234

Chapter 7 Sweater

I wake up to that word. That same damn word that's been repeating in my head for hours now. 'Bills'. Even if I try to pretend that I’m too deep asleep to think straight, I'm only fooling myself. I’m wide awake but my eyes are still closed. The memory of last night in the park was great. It was like playing with a little kid. I never had a little sister but always dreamed of having one. Silver Spoon seemed like a small child filled with innocence and love. Sure, she was a real pain in the beginning but I’m starting to realize that it was only an act to cover up her fear. She’s just a kid. Or baby pony, horse, cartoon.

Ah whatever. She’s still more to me now than just a fictional character. I finally open my eyes and see the blank ceiling of my room. I turn my head to the door and see it was wide open. I sit up after hearing the sound of a box fall to the ground. I kick off the blankets and run to the living room. Not the best idea. I stumble to the side before leaning against the wall to catch myself. I grab my head and wait for the small dizziness to go away.

“Ugh,” I grumble. I hear a ruffle go on in front of me and I remove my hand to see the cause of the commotion.

I laughed softly after seeing my sweater on the ground. The same one I wore the day I found her. The ripped sleeve was still visible and I could see that a certain pony was stuck underneath. I watched as Silver Spoon struggled to find her way out from under my hooded sweater. Her head poked from underneath and she looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning!” She said. I couldn’t help but laugh and grin. I knelt down and took the hoodie off of her. She shook herself and fixed her glasses.

“What were you doing under there?” I asked, still knelt down to her level.

“I wanted to look at the tears in the sleeve. I wanted to see if I could fix it for you,” she told me. I brushed her hair back and poked her little nose. She giggled and I picked her up into my arms as I stood up.

“Silly pony,” I mumbled.

“Silly person,” she replied. I laughed. She’s a fast learner.

I look at her mane and see a couple of twigs were still stuck in it from our visit to the park the night before. We got back pretty late. I guess that explains why I had slept in until noon. I usually sleep in until ten or eleven. I haven’t slept in this late since I was in awhile.

“You’re lazy. You know that?” She told me as I plucked the twigs from her hair.

“Oh? I’m lazy?” I laugh. “When did you get up?”

“I don’t know but a lot earlier than you did, that’s for sure. I’m starving!” she told me.

I felt a bit guilty after hearing that. I mean, I was fast asleep while she sat around my apartment by herself and probably bored. It’s a good thing she didn’t turn on the TV. I wouldn’t want her watching any show I wouldn’t approve of. Especially her own.

I walk over to the kitchen and set her down on the countertops. She sits and watches me look through the cabinets and fridge. I pull out a big red apple and see Silver Spoon lick her lips. I smile and walk over to cut the apple into slices. She hasn’t told me but I could tell that she favors it. It makes it a lot easier for her to eat the apple sliced then whole. I watch her eat the apples with a grin on her face. I couldn’t help but lean against the sink and space off. Bills, money, I need to get a job soon. That’s all that roamed my mind. I sigh and brush my hand through my hair. Silver Spoon looks up from her breakfast and realizes my change in attitude. Her mouth still full as she chews with her mouth closed. She swallowed her food and pushed the small plastic plate over to me. I look up and snap back to reality. There sat one last slice of her apple. I looked back at her and then back at the apple.

Why is that these little acts of kindness affect me so much? Maybe because the real world isn’t like hers. I picked it up and smiled at her. Her little gesture meant so much more to me than she could imagine. I ate it in one bite and jumped back when Silver Spoon hoped over to me. She stood on the countertop and stared at my arm. I hadn’t noticed that the bite marks left a small scratch and were taking forever to go away. She continued to stare at my arm and it wasn’t long until I began to hear small sobs.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her. She sits on the counter and takes her glasses off before rubbing her eyes with her small hooves.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tiny voice cracked and I noticed that she couldn’t look up at me.

“For what?” I ask, not realizing I sounded a bit annoyed. I never liked seeing little kids cry, especially around me. Despite my rude tone, I was still very concerned about why Silver Spoon was crying.

“I’m the reason you got hurt. Look at your arm,” she said. It’s always difficult to talk when you’re crying. I could tell she was struggling. I rubbed her eyes dry and lifted her head up to face me.

“Look, pony. I did what I did because I wanted to. You shouldn’t be sorry for what a bunch of slobbery mutts did,” I told her. She chuckled and stopped crying after returning the warm smile. “Got it, Silver?” Her lip quivered and she jumped into my arms. Bawling as I catch her and hold her. I wasn’t expecting that response. It’s like I made things worse. Her glasses sit on the counter as I get a better hold on her. I was kind of afraid to ask why she was crying. But another part of me was dying to know.

“Silver Spoon?” I say.

She stops crying and just buries herself in my arms. It was obvious she was seeking my affection.

“My mom calls me, Silver,” she said in a very soft tone.

I felt a stab in my heart after hearing that. Her mom? Her family, her friends and loved ones. What am I doing? She thinks I’m trying to figure out how to get her home. She thinks that she is going back home. I don’t even know how it’ll happen. That’s to say it will happen. I’m still trying to figure out how she ended up here in the first place. I look at her hair and braid and realize that it hasn’t been brushed in awhile. I take her glasses and walk over to the sofa by the TV. I sit her down and walk over to the bathroom to grab a brush. The same brush I used on her hair before. I guess she can adopt it for now. I walk back and see she’s still sobbing. There’s that look that just needs a hug to cure it. I sit on the sofa and she jumps onto my lap and leans against me. I held her and waited until she settled down. After awhile she seemed to have calmed down and finally asked what the brush was for.

“Well, silly. You’re hair is a mess. I’m gonna brush it and re-braid it for you,” I said to her with a comforting smile. She slowly returned the smile and sat down to let me do her hair.

Her back was to me as I began unbraiding her hair and finally brushing it. She really is a cute little thing. Way more adorable than those ponies I grew up watching in the past. She closed her eyes and let me brush her hair and soon we struck up a conversation. Time passed pretty quick once we started talking.

“So you have to draw with the pencil in you mouth?” I asked in surprise.

“Well yeah. How else can I hold it?” She laughed at my disbelief. I finished brushing her hair and she turned around to look at me. I sighed after seeing she wasn’t gonna let me braid it.

“I bet I could draw a better picture than you! Wanna try?” She asked me excitedly. I chuckle at her excitement but shook my head.

“No thanks. I don’t think I can draw with a pencil in my mouth,” I tell her.

“Baby! You’re just scared I’ll win!” She laughed. I was happy to see she’d forgotten about her sad moment awhile ago. “Whatever, you have no idea what it’s like for some ponies to change a diaper. If you think writing is bad, you’ve got no clue how bad that is,” she tells me. I bust up laughing.

Just the thought and the faces she made was hilarious. I guess my laugh was contagious since she joined in.

I got a good look at her and saw she looked a bit older and different without her glasses and her mane down.

“How about this. You let me draw you?” I ask. She sits and cocks her head like a confused puppy.

“Draw me? Why would you want to draw me?” She asked.

“You’re kidding right?” I snicker. She just blinked at me, obviously lost. “Just trust me. Ok?” I say before poking her nose. She laughs and pushes my hand away.

“Ok.”

She sits on the small coffee table and waits as I go to grab a pencil and blank piece of paper. I use a book as a flat surface and begin sketching. It isn’t long until I already start getting the basics down.

Repeatedly I look up from my sketch and look back at her. She sits there smiling and looking adorable without even trying. I smile and look back to the drawing. She seemed very patient and settle. Usually little kids aren’t satisfied with being in one place for too long, she was different though. A quick hour passed and soon I was done.

“Can I look now?” She asked, eager to jump out of place. I nod and she shrieks with excitement before running over to me. She jumps on the sofa and looks at the sketch.

“Wow! That looks just like me! The only difference is that my mane is down and I don’t have on my glasses,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s because a certain pony wouldn’t let me braid it,” I snicker.

“Hmm. I would hate to be that pony,” she replied, rolling her eyes. I laugh as shoots me a grin.

These past days with Silver Spoon have defiantly made an impact on me. A positive change. I don’t even care if she’s considered fictional. She’s…my friend.

I take the paper and put it on the fridge. Silver Spoon looked to see it was being held up by a flower magnet. She smiled and then looked up to me. Her smile was contagious. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since she’s been around. It’s been a long time since someone else brought me joy…but warmth too? She runs off to the living room and I follow after her. She holds my sweater between her teeth and drags it across the room.

“Great job. You’ve turned my hoodie into a mop,” I say sarcastically. I sit back on the sofa and watch her jump up to sit next to me. She drops it on my lap and smiles.

“Fix the holes,” she smiled. “I’ll help you.” I look at the bite tears in the sleeve and stick my fingers through it.

“Nah. Let’s leave it that way,” I tell her. It takes her a moment to catch on but soon she smiles.

“Silly, person,” she tells me.

“You gonna let me braid your hair?” I ask her. She thinks for a moment then shakes her head.

“Nah,” she mocks me.

“Oh yeah?” I reply with a laugh.

She runs as I chase after her through my apartment. She knocks over a couple boxes in order to slow me down but I simply hop over them. Her laughter gave her away as she ran and even if she hid, I knew where she was. She runs into my room and hides. I run in and look around. I can hear her giggling under my bead but I still play along.

“Hmm. Where could she be? Gosh, it’s like she vanished!” I say with fake curiosity. Her giggles get louder. “Maybe she’s in the closet. Or maybe she ran back outside the room!” I say. I make fake footsteps and trick her into thinking I left the room. I hide behind the door as she slips out from under my bed.

“Gotch’yah!” I laugh as I jump after her. I roll on the ground and laugh as I fall on my back. It would hurt if I wasn’t laughing so hard. She laughs equally as loud as she stands on top of me.

“You tricked me!” She said between laughs.

“And you fell for it!” I reply, still laughing hard. My stomach started hurting from laughing so much and soon it died down. All that was left were large smiles. She looked down into my eyes and I looked up into hers. Purple big eyes.

“I wish I had purple eyes,” I say. She giggles and nuzzles my nose. She backed up and smiled at my confused expression. I guess it’s normal for her, she is a pony after all. I smile and scratch her head. Something she enjoyed. I scratched behind her ear like I used to do for my cat and saw how she enjoyed it as well.

“You’re pretty cool, Silver Spoon,” I tell her. She opens her eyes and looks at me. She leans closer and pokes my nose.

“You’re still a silly person,” she laughs.

Comments

[Jay Cruiz]

Honestly, this is adorable as hell, but the bills are worrying me

[Pizza201]

Announcer: Ponies React: BILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (a.k.a this chapter)
Applebloom:oh no
Fluttershy:
Pinkie pie:

wah hah a make it stop

Rarity:

This is the worst possible thing!

Celestia: Bills for all!
Applejack: Really Trollestria, Really.
Celestia: Don't you dare call me that again AJ. You may be the Element of Honesty but I can still send you to the moon.
Big Mac: eeyup
RD: you two are hilarious!
Announcer: I couldn't agree with you more Rainbow. Well, that's all the time we have for tonight. Goodnight everypony!

[Morning Dusk]

1. You need to learn to expand your chapters, they feel... Stated....
2. I am going to make a prediction: jayme will earn money by selling pictures she draws of SS!
3. I think she needs a bit of help getting SS home. Hang on... (Beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) hello, Celestia? Yeah, we got another one... New York this time... Understood, I'll get the portal ready... Yes, this IS happening quite a bit, isn't it? Gotta go, see ya soon! (Click) alrighty then, she should appear in... A few chapters or so. You're welcome.

[Appl3dashie]

1918185 ?