See You Tomorrow, Best Friend
Trixie entered the café nervously looking over the heads and faces finding that nothing looked familiar. Don’t tell me he had to leave already, Trixie thought, the feeling of dread filling her gut deeply. She had been feeling awful since this morning. She felt her eyes well with tears the further she went in. Maybe he just didn’t bother to show up, she thought, pulling her jacket hood down. She felt her fear keep her in place, daring her to move her legs. That was until...
“Trix!”
Trixie let out a sigh of relief, without realizing she had been holding it. She had been hoping to see Micro Chip, who had become her friend at Camp EverFree. She began walking towards him, forcing a smile back onto her face.
“Micro Chip,” Trixie said, walking towards her best friend, her partner in crime, her lab buddy, her personal nerd dude.
“Salutations, Trixie. You’re feeling with the weather today?” Micro asked, his hands folding in front of him in his neat, nerdy posture.
“I’m on cloud nine,” Trixie said, although it felt like a lie.
“Excellent! By your calling, I’m wondering, why have you asked me to this establishment of fried foods and entertainment?” He asked, looking around the room. Trixie practically snorted.
Trixie giggled. “You’re so extra!”
“Most probable,” Micro replied.
“Um...” Trixie paused. “I asked you here because I wanted to just talk to you. You know, away from our other friends,” She explained, putting her chin down onto her open palms, with her elbows on the table.
“I observe that. You and I haven’t had an abundant amount of time to spend participating in a conversation lately,” Micro said, rubbing his finger against his chin. It was his trademark “thing” to do. Everyone had a “thing” they did out of habit. Micro’s habit was something Trixie found rather endearing.
“So... how’s Echo and Flash?” Trixie asked, taking a sip from her water glass. Micro pushed his glasses up his nose.
“They’re equal to their pasts. Flash is still a jock and Echo is still a friend to multiple things of nature.”
“Ah, yeah. Well, Victory Bell still think she’s living with ghosts and House Cards still can’t, ironically, finish making her house of cards,” Trixie explained, waving her finger in the air, motioning a house shape.
“She can’t get that single card on the top, correct?”
“Correct.”
“I’m certain she’ll discover a finishing path, eventually. Anything is possible with science!” Micro said, putting his fist out.
“Yes, with science,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes, returning the fistbump.
“Affirmative, science. It’s similar to learning magic tricks, don’t you agree?”
Trixie looked up at him. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“Put your thought process on this. When learning a magic trick, say, the small mammal out of a hat..”
“Rabbit.”
“Correct, correct. When you pull out a rabbit from your hat, you need to think of the angle in which you can safely transport it away from the article of clothing, while still baffling the audience,” Micro explained, pointing at Trixie as if to remind her that she knew this.
“Yeah and...?”
“And learning science is the best comparison. You’ll need to know lots of things when learning about new substances that are unknown to you. Operating a bunson burner safely. Wearing and using the correct equipment. It’s as simple as that,” Micro said, patting his chest, something that he did to end a long explanation.
Trixie hummed. “The only reason I know what a bunson burner is, is because you make me go to class,” She said, sighing softly.
“I do care about your education, Trixie. You’re an amazing person who deserves to have a nourished mind,” Micro said, pulling something out of his pocket. Trixie found her cheeks flushing pink.
“You know just what to say, nerd,” Trixie said, hiding her face in her hair.
“It is of simple speaking from the mind,” Micro said, placing a card down in front of her.
“Monstermon?” She said, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Would you like a challenge? I brought my best deck, just for you,” Micro said, his blue eyes shining with intelligence.
“You’d better not let me win this time,” Trixie said, whipping out a few cards from her jacket pocket.
“I was hoping you’d suggest that. Do not expect me to go light on you, great and powerful Trixie,” Micro said, putting forth his first Monstermon card.
“You’re on!”
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The café was dark and it was quiet, besides the occasional clatter in the kitchen. Micro Chip and Trixie Lunamoon sat across from each other, at an brown oak table. There were cheesy nachos out in front of them, their cards from earlier safely put away in their desired compartments. Trixie stretched, flexing her arms.
“It’s getting really late,” She said, looking at her fellow high schooler. She looked down at her nachos, taking one out of the pile. She chewed on it, briefly.
“I can agree with that,” Micro replied. Trixie’s glorious violet eyes flicked up to look at him.
“Thank you, Micro.”
“For what?” He asked.
“For voluntarily spending time with me,” Trixie said, rubbing her neck.
“Indubitably, Trixie. The feeling is sharply mutual,” Micro said, reaching out to briefly touch her hand. He felt her flinch in surprise at the contact of foreign skin. Micro took his hand away quickly, trying not to feel really awkward after an attempt to hold her hand. His light blue cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink.
“Micro?”
“Yes, my Trixie?” Fudge!
Trixie paused.
“You have it all figured out, huh?” She asked, her violet eyes focusing on her now empty glass of water.
“Um... elaborate on this?” Micro said, rubbing his chin.
“You know what you’d like to do when you go into adulthood, right?” Trixie asked, putting her hands into her pockets, as if they were fragile.
“Transform into an award winning scientist from hard work and dedication and DJ in my spare time? I can confirm that,” Micro said, picking up a nocho and eating one himself.
Trixie brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“What’s troubling you?” Micro asked, his voice becoming softer, making butterflies fill Trixie’s stomach.
“I want to become a magician,” Trixie said, putting her head on her hands. She glanced up at Micro to be sure he was still listening. He was looking at her, smiling a nice smile.
“Did anything change?” Micro asked, politely.
“Lots of things.”
“Share some examples with me?” He asked, softly.
“Ever since I met you, you’ve been introducing me to things you like. You’ve been sweet to me and listen to me when I talk about my problems. I feel like you want me to be your friend, unlike every other person I’ve met and not immediately hated,” Trixie explained, playing with the ends of the ropes on her jacket.
“Of course, I would. Being there emotionally for a friend is the simplest yet hardest way to be a friend. Many people have lost sight of what little things can do for someone,” Micro said.
There was a few more moments of silence.
“Micro?”
“Yes, Trix?”
Trixie breathed a deep breath.
“Can we be friends forever?” She said, slowing forcing herself to choke out the question. She was looking down at her empty water glass.
“Friends for eternity?” Micro pondered, his hand rising to his chin again.
Trixie put her hands back into her pockets, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. “I’d like that,” Trixie said, feeling short of breath. Who knew what he was going to say? Friends forever? No promises?
“I can confirm that I indeed like this thought as well,” Micro said, smiling at Trixie.
“Really?”
“Truly. I enjoy the idea.”
Trixie felt herself smiling. “Well, the great and powerful Trixie is quite charming,” Trixie said, crossing her legs.
“Continuing on then, is the great and powerful Trixie ready for her eternal friend to present to her something special?” Micro asked, getting up from his seat.
“What kind of special?” Trixie asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“You’ll view it soon, that is, if you’d rather not,” Micro said, holding out his hand for her. Trixie took it.
“I’d love to,” She said, putting her hand into the crook of his arm. Micro escorted her to the door, holding it open for her. The night sky was vibrant with stars, yet it was quiet. Arm in arm, they quietly strolled the city of Canterlot.
“I often like to graze the concrete sidewalks here to cleanse my head,” Micro said as they came to a bench. The streetlights behind them were dim, almost as if setting the mood for the two of them.
“So, what are we looking at?” Trixie asked. Micro gave a small chuckle. He put his hand underneath Trixie’s chin, tilting her head skyward. “Oh!”
“Breathtakingly stunning, correct?” Micro asked, looking up at the twikling stars above.
“Yeah,” Trixie said, her eyes becoming as bright as the moon itself.
“Trix?”
“What?”
“I personally think that your cellular structure is perfectly and genetically sound. Not only do your retinas radiate passion and energy, but your vocal capacity draws me in. You are truly wonderful, Trixie,” Micro said, finshing with an awkward throat clear. Trixie felt her heart flutter.
“Y-you, know, for a geek, that was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. I think,” Trixie said, rubbing her arm.
“Ah, I hope I didn’t startle you too badly. I simply like... hanging out with you,” Micro said, shrugging.
Trixie yawned.
“Well, thank you for showing me this, Chipy. But, I really must be getting home,” Trixie said, patting his shoulder. “I really enjoyed it.”
Micro stood up, holding his hand out to Trixie, which she took. He helped her to her feet.
“I regarded it deeply,” Micro said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Micro?”
“Um, yes?”
“Can we be best friends?” Trixie asked, her violet eyes filling with elation.
“Explain how ‘best friends’ are different from ‘regular friends’,” Micro said, his face becoming reddish, but still retaining his smile.
“I don’t know. I’d like to think it’s because we can share something special together. I can always rely on you, Micro. You’re kind and smart. You’re not afraid to show it. I’d like to have you in my number one spot,” Trixie explained, slipping her hands into his.
Micro felt himself fidgeting. This was probably the most physical contact he had ever made with any girl before. “I like your reasoning,” He said, trying not to let his voice crack.
“So, do you think we can be best friends?” Trixie asked, squeezing his hands in hers.
“Affirmative. I am completely honored to be your number one, Trixie,” Micro said, smiling broadly.
“Great!” Trixie beamed.
“Haha, well, yes. I’m honestly a little worried about Echo. He can get surprisingly jealous when it comes to friends and other shuffles of social matters-“ Micro stopped once he felt soft lips touch his cheek.
“See you tomorrow, best friend,” Trixie said, letting go of him. He watched her walk away, into the darkness, unable to move a muscle. He reached up to the spot Trixie had kissed and rubbed it gently.
“See you tomorrow, best friend,” He sighed, turning to trek in the opposite direction. If one thing was for sure, he was excited to see her tomorrow.