Let's Celebrate?
‘Soooooooo boooooored.”
I groaned as I lay on my bed. unable to really do much, being confined to my tent for most of the day, listening to my CD’s , trying desperately to keep myself busy and not go insane. I briefly went over to check the clock, hoping that at least SOME time was passing.
“Ugh, 9:30? You gotta be kidding.” I grumbled as I rolled back into bed, staring at the ceiling and twiddling my thumbs. Now, as a person who grew up in a family literally obsessed with rocks, I’ve endured a lot of boring stuff, but being grounded like this is on a whole other level. Makes me excited to work at my parent’s literal rock farm.
I gingerly reached beside me and pulled the bag of various assorted sweets I had brought (never leave home without them) and pulled out a couple of jellybeans. “I’m probably gonna get shot over this,” I said to myself, feeling them begin to vibrate slightly as they charged with energy in my hand. I threw them up in the air, watching them turn pink and light up, before exploding in a burst of pink smoke and glitter.
I smirked as I looked down at the magic necklace I got just before saving Camp Everfree from Gloriosa’s evil overprotective vines during the climax of our last adventure. “Well, talk about a party trick.” I joked to myself as I reflected on my powers and what I can do now. I wonder if my aunt way over in New York can make me some candy guns or something. Oh! And let’s not forget that little magical girl anime armor/outfit that I changed into as well as well, with the gloves and the…
“Pinkie!”
“Ow!” A sharp poke pulled me out of my thoughts quickly, as I turned myself around to see my friend (and kinda sorta crush), Fluttershy, wearing her white “Camp Everfree” T-shirt and teal shorts.
“Oh, sorry, did...did I do it too hard.” She looked at me as if she had broken both my arms during hockey practice.
“A little.” In hindsight, I probably wouldn’t have even noticed her If she hadn’t did that.
“Oh, dear. I didn’t mean for it to be that hard, I was trying to get your attention.”
“It’s ok.” I rubbed my shoulder. “You know you don’t have to be here. No point in keeping you from having fun, you’re not the one who’s grounded, which I think is a severe overreaction on Timber and Gloriosa’s part, by the way.”
“Well, I know how you can get when you’re alone and bored.”
“Man, your hair goes flat, like that one time, and suddenly you’re a serial killer when you’re sad!”
“W-well not to that extent, but still, plus it’s nice to just sit down with an actual person instead of the animals around camp, especially if one of them is a baby alligator who has introspective thoughts about nothing.” She sat down on the bed beside me.
I grabbed a couple hard candies out of my bag. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I popped one into my mouth, while charging up the other. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, the thing is….” Fluttershy started hiding behind her hair, that way she does whenever she get nervous and dreading someone’s reaction (Which is a lot, and I mean A LOT) while I threw my candy into the air, one again turning entirely pink and faintly glowing, before once again blowing up in a burst of smoke and glitter, startling my shy friend and causing her to jump higher than even I could.
“Pinkie!” Fluttershy snapped out of a combination of fear shock, and a teensy bit of anger.
“Whaaaaat!” I rolled my eyes with a bit of annoyance.
“Y-you really, REALLY shouldn’t do that, at least not until Timber agrees to let you leave the tent.”
“Why not? It’s fun!” Hey, it was.
“Yes, ...until it lands on the ground and nearly kills us.” she cowered as she said that, almost as if she was expecting me to kill her right then and there.
I rolled my eyes, not being the first time someone was worried about me killing them for no paticular reason “You really gotta stop going to those websites, Fluttershy”
“Pinkie, I’m serious. What you did to the dock yesterday was random and completely out of nowhere, even for you.”
Now I was starting to get a little mad, my friends (especially Fluttershy) have never called me out like that before. “I’ve always been random, why is this a problem now?”
“Well, people usually don’t ‘celebrate’ rebuilding the dock for the fifth time with confetti and explosions.”
“Well, I do!” I snapped. “I do that type of thing every day, that’s pretty much ‘typical Pinkie’.” Now I was really mad. In hindsight, yelling at Fluttershy was a little uncalled for, my friends had pretty much stayed out of my way and let me be myself since day one. “Why are you calling me out just now? Because I have powers? Because I can now blow stuff up? Whatever happened to ‘Embrace the Magic’? Whatever happened to letting us be ourselves?”
“‘Yourself’ doesn’t destroy property, accidental or not.” My heart sank as she said that, the realization of what I did hitting me hard as I saw the scared and pleading expression on her face. “That’s kind of the whole reason you’re here. You didn’t just ruin the dock, you destroyed it. I don’t think repair is even an option at this point. Applejack said it pretty much has to be rebuilt entirely.” Her voice soften turning from worry to fear “...not to mention the fact that one of us could have been hurt from flying debris.”
After realizing the true extent of what I did, my anger quickly turned to sadness. I ran my hand along my hair, feeling it straighten and deflate, almost like a balloon (okay, exactly like a balloon) as my complexion began to darken. To be honest, I never really knew why that happened myself, but I know that when it does, I’ve definitely hit rock bottom. “Go ahead..” I rolled over in my bed, feeling ashamed at scaring and quite possibly angering my close friend. “Take away my magic. My powers have already scared my friends and made you mad enough as it is.” Tears began running down my face and soaking my pillow, feeling just completely…broken.
“Look Pinkie…” she ran a hand down my back, trying to calm me down despite being scared herself. “...I’m not doing this to make you think I’m trying to call you out, or shame you, or anything like that.” She leaned in, trying to get me to sit up. “I’m not mad at you, Pinkie, and neither is anyone else. I’m just...scared. All of us are, but even though it frightens me, I don’t think it is right for you to give up your powers.” She put a hand around my shoulder as I began to sit up, still crying. “You can do amazing and wonderful things, Pinkie, and I just don’t think it’s fair to take that away from you, especially after Sunset went through all that trouble teaching us to embrace it.” Fluttershy let go of my shoulder, now placing her hand on my own. “But that isn’t what we’re concerned about.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when we were all talking about how we finished rebuilding that dock, we all felt you just seemed….out of it, like you were focused more on celebrating than looking back at our hard work. Not to mention that you always seem to be more focused on experimenting with your powers and your magic than camp activities and your friends.”
“Oh, yeah…” I bit my lip as i thought back to all the activities and realizing that I had been thinking about my powers a lot more than I should have. “...guess I was a little...overtaken. Guess it’s hard to pay attention when you wake up with the ability to detonate sugar.” I chuckled, feeling my hair return to normal as my complexion began to lighten.
Fluttershy chuckled as well, but then sighed. She squeezed my hand. “Pinkie, have you...always had trouble paying attention?”
That was a bit hard for me to answer, I’ve always been committed to school events and parties, and those things take way longer to plan out than you think. But than again, I’ve never had anything above a C in class despite being smarter than the majority of Juniors at Canterlot High and I have been called to sit by the teacher’s desk in pretty much every class i’ve ever taken, and then there's the fact that I remember the birthdays of every person I’ve met and then I forget my own. Every year. Heck, Luna likes to tell me I make Vinyl Scratch of all people look focused. “Well, yeah, a little, though I don’t see why I need an attitude adjustment all of a sudden.”
“Pinkie, we’ve been friends since freshman year. You think me or the rest of the girls haven’t noticed the way you zone out a lot? Or how you run your mouth over things that have nothing to do with the current situation? Or how you are always focused or parties and cake and things you like, or even neglecting schoolwork to throw parties from time time to time? Pinkie, you may be a great party planner and a well-meaning friend, you may defy logic on several occasions, but at the end of the day you are still a 17-year-old girl.” She looked at me, still with a bit of fear and worry, but now with more care and concern. “You still have things you need to work out, things you need to change about yourself. I’m no therapist, Pinkie, none of us are, and we all know how hard you are to understand, but I really want you to see a doctor or at least talk to a counsellor...”
She intertwined her fingers into mine, possibly for the first time in what was probably years, the tone of her voice pleading for me to listen and take this seriously. “Pinkie, we’re just concerned, we all are, and we are all worried worried that if we just shrug this whole thing off, you might do something even worse later, powers or no powers. I’m only talking to you about this because out of all of us, I have a feeling you’d listen to me the most.” She began to turn towards me, looking into my eyes. “I love you, Pinkie, I really do. I have ever since I met you and I don’t want you to just ignore the possibility that there is something you need help with, so will you please at least see someone...” She then brought herself closer to me and kissed me, the first time we had done so since Sunset Shimmer tried to ruin our relationship sophomore year.
Fluttershy then let go of me and looked me in the eyes giving a look showing that she truly had no intention of hurting or shaming me, and that all she wants is for me to listen to her. “For me at least?”
“If you really mean that...” I reached in my bag and put a couple of marshmallows in my friend’s hand. She shuddered for a moment before I assured her they were staying white and weren’t going to explode “...Than I will, for all of us.” I then pulled her in and gave her another kiss
“But you especially, Fluttershy.”