This girl... this girl was different. Bubbly would be an understatement, hyperactive is close.
This girl... this girl was different. Bubbly would be an understatement, hyperactive is close. It was like she came from another world.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My first attempt at a Pony on Earth story, so be easy on me.
My words echoed throughout the small Volkswagen as I raced down a presumably empty street.
You might be thinking I'm singing a different song, but I'm not singing the 'Hero' by Skillet
"I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night!"
Yes, its Bonnie Tyler.
Shit, I'm embarrassed now.
I want to say that I was singing along with someone, a girlfriend, maybe even a close friend, But I was all alone in the 1967 beetle. I was new in Florida and had brought only myself along. College was an option, but I had decided against it and wanted to live my life around lots of people. Even if the parents were as loaded as they are, I still had a good job for a 21 year old.
Music. Music was my passion, I loved everything about it and every kind of it. I didn't let anyone know about it, though so I wasn't exactly being paid to do it.
Anyways, enough about me.
It was a night like any rest really, the moon was shining down onto the road before me as my headlights scraped across the gravel road.
The Beetle was relatively easy to control. I quickly maneuvered around corners as they appeared and expertly drifted like in a video game.
Right turn.
Left turn.
Left tu-
"SHIT!"
THUMP!
A flash of pink appeared before me and a loud screech rang out from from the car's brakes.
What the hell was that?! I asked myself.
I quickly jumped out of my car and looked around on the road, my heart about to beat out of my chest.
Soon after I got out of the car, I found her.
A woman, maybe my age or a little younger.
I put my hands on the sides of my head and gripped my hair. I had just hit and possibly killed someone.
I quickly bent down and put my ear on her chest, cupping my hang over my other ear to listen as carefully as I could for a heartbeat...
Steady.
I exhaled like I had been holding my breath for ages, I was relieved, but hadn't fully regained composure.
I put my knees down on the concrete road and put one arm under her legs and one under her head to lift her up. She wasn't to heavy, thankfully. The last thing I had wanted was to not be able carry her to my car.
When I had gotten her into the passenger seat and secured her with the seat belt I was almost done closing the door when I heard a gasp, I quickly opened the door again and she stared at me with a look a fear.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna take you to a hospital." I said, trying to comfort her.
The girl said nothing, but she put her legs up into the seat and clutched them to her chest. That's when I realized that she only had pink panties on.
I facepalmed.
My brain screamed, look at you, I bet she thinks your some kind of rapist freak!
"Um..." I stuttered. "Did you have any pants?" I asked.
She once again, didn't respond.
I also realized she didn't have a shirt, or bra on.
I spent another five minutes scanning the road for a pair of pants, or any kind of clothes that she could cover up with. Not that I minded really, I just didn't want her to think I was a freak.
I remembered my blanket in the hood of the car, so I quickly ran to the front and popped it up, pulling out a incredibly soft blanket, along with a pillow of mine. When I closed the hood I saw the girl's eyes, a bright, sea blue that shined elegantly in the moon.
Her hair was a different story.
I didn't know what it was, the crash or she had styled it like that. Surely not. It was giant, and pink, and poofy. Like someone had put balloons in her hair.
I opened the passenger side door and moved slowly, so she didn't think I was trying to harm her, and put the blanket around her snugly, putting the pillow behind her head and leaning the seat back so she was more comfortable.
She put her legs down, but eyed me curiously, like I was alien to her.
I closed the door and went to the other side of the car, noticing the damage on the drivers side door, a small dent.
I quickly subsided the thought of my car being more important than a human life, and jumped in, shifting and taking off into the night, towards Miami.
I didn't want her to fall asleep and not wake up again, so I started up a conversation.
"My name's Robert." I said out of nowhere, watching the road. "What's yours?"
She stared at me for a few seconds, moving around her lips like she was trying to make words.
"P-p" She quietly sounded out.
"Are you alright?" I asked, looking over to her, then transitioning back to watching the road.
"Pink-" She said, "ee"
"Your name is Pinkie?" I asked in confusion.
"Yes." She said. "Pinkie Pie."
I blinked.
Pinkie Pie...
I wasn't a generic name, but I took it.
"Okay, Pinkie Pie..." I said slowly, "Can you tell me why you wandering in the road?"
She didn't answer, only snuggled down deeper into the blanket and pillow.
"And, um... Why are you naked?" I asked awkwardly.
She looked at me again, this time with a confused look.
"Naked?" She asked.
I scratched the side of my face, "Yes Pinkie Pie, people wear clothes, we don't just walk around naked."
"Why not?" She asked.
I blushed, "Well, uh... most people don't just... 'show off' like that." I said with a snicker.
"Rainbow Dash likes to show off."
"Who is Rainbow Dash?" I asked, getting even more confused.
"My friend, she's a super duper fast Pegasus!" She said, making motions with her hands then quickly eyeing her fingers. "What are these?" She asked.
"You really need a doctor." I said.
"Why? I feel fine!" She said.
She had a bit of a loud squeaky voice, kind of funny sounding. Like a toddler, but still with a level of maturity.
"You don't sound fine." I chuckled.
"Why? Is it my voice? Or should I be quiet? Should I be loud?" She asked, shrinking down when she said quiet and puffing out her chest when she said loud.
The blanket slid down over her thin body, exposing her breasts.
"Oooo!" She cried, "What are these for?"
She began to poke and fondle them, the girl had no self conscious around men.
"Um... Your not supposed to do that right now, Pinkie."
"Why not?"
I reached over and covered her up, so they weren't exposed anymore, besides we were getting close to Miami and if I drove up with a girl with her breasts hanging out, I wouldn't exactly make such a good impression.
She put the covers down, laughing as she did, and I put it back up.
"Do you have a house in Miami or anything?" I asked, pulling the covers up and tying them around the head rest, so it was like a sort of tent.
She couldn't figure out how to untie the knots, so she eventually gave up and peeked out from the sides.
"Nope, I live in Sugarcube Corner with Mr. and Mrs. Cake!" She exclaimed.
"Is that a store or something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to the names.
"Yup, we sell cake, and cookies, and cupcakes, and cake..." Before she went on, I had to slam on the breaks to avoid getting hit by a passing driver.
"Asshole..." I muttered.
Pinkie Pie lunged backwards and snorted with laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Wee!" She yelled. "Lets do that again!"
"Lets not."
I pulled into my hotel and stopped before I got out of the car, What was I going to do about her? I couldn't just walk in there with a half naked girl!
"Where is your store at?" I asked over her continuous laughter.
"In Ponyville silly!" She laughed.
I shook my head and lifted my phone up, looking for 'Ponyville' on Google Maps.
Nothing.
I was frustrated, not only was this girl naked, confusing and hilarious, I didn't know where she lived!
"You know what?" I said to her. "I'm gonna let you stay at my place just for tonight, then were gonna find your store."
"Okie Dokie Loki!" She cried.
"Stay right here." I said, "don't move from the car."
She froze in place, like a ten year old playing a game of freeze tag.
I cupped both of my hands around my face and closed the car door.
I ran quickly across the street into a PacSun and bought her a pink sweat shirt and a pair of black jeans. Sprinting back to the car, where I found the pink haired girl, still frozen in place.
"Okay." I said, getting into the car. "Put these on and we can go in."
The girl stayed frozen.
"Hey!" I said, snapping my fingers in front of her face. "I'm serious."
The side of her mouth moved.
"Psst... You have to say 'unfreeze' before I can move again." She informed me.
"Unfreeze." I said, rolling my eyes.
The girl stared at the clothes for a few seconds, then said,
After immense frustration and stupidity on my part, and lack of help from hers, we finally managed to get her clothes on and get into the hotel. For the most part she could walk, which indicated to me that I had probably not broken any of her bones when I hit her with the car. I let out a breath, thankful I hadn't done any real, visible damage.
The hotel was beautiful, as it had looked when I had initially looked at it on the internet. A grand looking and expensive looking chandelier in the waiting area, along with giant leather couches and all-glass coffee tables. The ceiling had a nice design of some Italian landscape.
"Ooooo..." The Pink haired girl said at my side, mimicking my head movement as I looked along the ceiling. "Fluttershy would like this place..."
I looked over at her in confusion.
"Who the hell is Fluttershy?" I asked.
She seemed to disregard the question and skip off towards the front desk, where a sleeping Employee quietly snored the late hours away peacefully.
"Hi!" She practically yelled in his face, startling him awake.
"Shi-" He stopped and looked her up and down, almost ogling at her appearance.
"How are you tonight young lady?" He said with a perverted smile as he leaned over on his elbow.
"I got hit by a carriage!"
He was probably in his mid-twenties or maybe early thirties, either way, he just seemed like a person you wouldn't want to get involved with. Especially in Miami.
"Oh for crying out loud..." I mumbled.
An odd feeling came about, a feeling to protect the girl whom I had just run over, like she was a kind of responsibility of mine.
I shook off the feeling but still wanted to get him out of the way, for her sake.
"Ahem." I said, appearing by her side.
"Oh." He said, standing up straight. How may I help you two?"
I didn't ever understand why, but asking for something from any kind of person always made me feel like a dick, whether it was a gas station clerk, a restaurant waiter or even this perverted hotel employee.
"Uh... Just a room for two." I said, thinking of the girl not having a place to stay.
"Oh, nothin' good happening tonight?"
Fuck. You. My brain thought.
"No." I said, gritting my teeth.
"That's a shame," He said, flickering his eyes down as Pinkie Pie turned around and slowly walked about the room looking at the hotel's interior again.
I stepped in front of his gaze.
"Just give me the fuckin' key." I said forcefully.
He handed me the key card to get into the room and I walked off taking Pinkie Pie by the wrist and moving her down the hall, staying in front or behind her to block his eyes from another look.
The hotel room was different from the main lobby, everything consisted of a small array of colors, the kitchen had bits of silver in it but everything else was either white or a light grey, the two had gone far up in the elevator, so they had a great view of the city lights through a giant rectangular window, reds and blues and yellows lit up the night streets with either car lights, neon signs or store interior glows fading out onto the street. we both sat in a large bedroom with two beds split by the main hallway, the beds also had a boring color or white covers, pillows and sheets with a chrome framework, the master bathroom had a large shower made out of some kind of stone, the thing looked like it was straight out of a magazine, with shower heads on each side, made for two people.
"So." I said, Lying on my bed as the girl jumped up and down on hers like a toddler, bouncing and laughing.
I didn't really know what to say, words just failed to surface as I watched a grown woman act so young.
"Pinkie Pie?" I said.
My voice was drowned out by her cute giggling and snorting.
"Cute?" I asked myself.
The girl was attractive, no doubt about that. But I had just met her! Not to mention I hit her with my goddamn car!
"PINKIE PIE!" I heard myself shout.
The girl seemed to freeze in mid-air for enough time for her to speak.
"What?" She asked, falling back onto the bed on her side.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel with your laughter." I remarked. rubbing my eyes from what I had just seen.
Probably just my eyes. I thought.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel with your un-fun-ness, Mr. Un-Fun Guy!" She said with her hands on her hips.
"I'm not un-fun." I argued. "I'm just tired."
"Awww, is wittle Wobby sweepy weepy?" She said, grabbing my cheeks and moving my head around.
"What?" I asked.
"Fine! We'll go to bed!" She said.
She jumped up and flicked the light off, leaving both of us in complete darkness.
I rolled my eyes and got under the left bed covers, slipping under the cool sheets and taking off the fancy pillows.
After a few seconds I felt a presence beside me, I turned over and saw those two bright blue eyes right in front of my face, we were practically touching noses.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Going to sleep" She whispered back.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you want to sleep in the other bed?" I asked.
"Not really, you made this one look comfy, so I decided to sleep with you!"
"You don't find this awkward at all?"
"No. Not Really. Why?" She asked.
I lifted up the covers and turned on the lamp to switch beds, looking back at her I noticed her exposed breasts, that had only been inches away seconds before.
"Why are you naked?" I asked with a blush.
"Why aren't you?" She asked.
"Because... I don't sleep naked..."
"You don't?" She asked. "When me and the girls get back from the Grand Galloping Gala we take off our dresses to go to sleep."
"Grand Galloping Gala? Is that some kind of horse racing thing?"
"What is that?"
I finally got her to put one of my shirts and her panties back on without having to help her again.
I had moved to the other bed and turned out the light when she had got into some clothes.
She had ended up cuddling back into her bed and falling asleep minutes later, snoring lightly.
I stayed awake until my eyes drooped and I could hold them open no longer, just before I fell asleep I heard Pinkie Pie speak unconsciously.
"Cupcakes..." She said with a little giggle afterwards.
Usually I was fine with being awoken by noises, but when it is right next to your face, it's rather annoying.
"What?" I asked, feeling hot breath against my face and smelling cherries.
"It's time to wake up, sleepy head!"
I shifted in my bed turning away from the her and grunted, covering my head with my pillow.
"Don't be like that!" She chirped, jumping on top of me and taking the pillow off of me.
"Dammit, stop." I said, turning around and looking up at her.
"That's not nice to use that language." She said, crossing her arms against her pink sweatshirt and frowning.
"It's also not nice to wake people up." I said, pulling her hood up and over her face, then picking her up by the sides and dropping her down on the bed beside me, uncovering myself and sitting up on the side of my bed.
She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled herself up, laying up against my back and resting her head on top of mine. Her arms wrapped around my bare chest and she fiddled around with her fingers.
"Watcha' doin'?" She asked, staring down at the IPhone in my hand.
"Checking my phone." I said, shuffling my body a bit when I felt her clothed breasts rub up my back.
I hadn't looked, but I knew they weren't giant like some of the girls I would see in this state, they were maybe the size of softballs.
I shivered again when I remembered some of the disturbing pictures of 'bigger' girls that I saw in Miami before.
I saw her hand swing down and randomly press the screen of the phone, opening the Appstore.
"What are all of those?"
"Just games or camera stuff." I explained. "Of course Instagram is still on the top charts..."
"Can we get it?"
"Instagram?"
"Yeah." She said, tapping the icon.
"Do you have one?" I asked.
"One what?" She asked, standing on the bed and looking down at me upside down with my phone in her hand, her hair brushed up against my face when it hung down in front of me.
"An Instagram."
"Why would you need an Instagram when you can get it right here?" She asked, poking my nose. "That's just silly."
"What?" I asked, getting up and looking at a clock.
7:40 AM
"Okay." I said, stretching my arms and putting a shirt on. "Where do I need to take you?"
"To take pictures!" She said, jumping up and tapping the phone's screen. A click told me that she took a picture.
I rubbed my hands against my face. "No, where do I take you home?"
"I don't think we can get to Equestria from here." She said.
"Pinkie..."
"No, really! I like being a monkey!" Pinkie shouted, taking another picture.
I sighed, I made a guess that she would just want to hang around me until she remembered that she had to do something, then would be gone, out of my life to never be seen again. I looked up at her and smiled, at least she was nice, and fun. Her random movements on the bed as she snapped pictures of me was funny and cute.
Cute... why cute?
As I opened my car door, she hopped in the passenger seat beside me and slipped my phone out of her jean pocket, taking more pictures of the car and me.
I chuckled a bit and turned the car on, the stereo immediately started up and began to make soft bass in the back of the car, vibrating the car a little bit, I knew it had to be dubstep, it was the only kind of music that could make my dash vibrate at a volume level of four.
I skipped forward a few songs until I found something I liked.
The volume was only set to six as I pulled out of the parking lot and still I could feel the bass vibrating my back.
"Did he ever tell you-"
Suddenly, the stereo blared, rocking the car and interrupting Pinkie as she spoke.
"Piece of shit..." I muttered, turning it back down to six and turning to Pinkie, "What were you saying?"
"Nothing." She said, taking a picture of the stereo system.
"What is with you and taking pictures?" I asked, chuckling a little when she took a picture of a McDonalds sign when we passed it.
She smiled and turned up the radio to ten, then to twelve, then I stopped her at twenty-two.
"It can only go to thirty, then the speakers will blow out." I said, holding her hand in place.
Of course, she turned it to twenty-nine and the entire city heard the bass from the car.
I got a few nasty looks, but most were smiles and younger kids raising their arms or giving a cocky grin.
"It's like an earthquake!" Pinkie shouted, screaming with enthusiasm and being drowned out by the vibrations or few lyrics.
I smiled, looking back at the road, I nodded my head from side to side.
What are the odds that I end up hitting a crazy person? I thought.
I turned the radio down and flipped open the sunglasses holder and put on the red tinted aviators. I leaned back a bit in my car seat and tried to relax. I turned the radio down to thirteen and turned to the girl in the passenger seat, her bright, pink hair was flowing with the wind that breached the open windows of the car, the cool and fresh wind put me in a kind of trance, I felt myself beginning to stare and looked away.
"So, where do you want to go?" I asked, watching the road.
She sat up in her seat and looked close to the window. "I dunno, Robby, where do you wanna go?"
"I don't really care." I said nonchalantly. "You want me to name a few places?"
"Ooo... good idea!" She said. "Go!"
"Well, we could go to the beach, we could find some of my friends, we could have lunch..." I stopped. I had just asked her to have lunch with me, was I asking her on a date or something?
I shrugged silently.
"Lets have lunch! Or we could find your friends, oh I bet they would love to meet my friends, and my friends would love to meet them!" She spouted. "Or we could go find your friends on the beach while having lunch!"
I blinked. I had never met a girl that could talk so fast, I mean, she talked about a mile a minute!
"Lets find my friends meet me at the beach, then we can go have lunch together." I said.
"Ooo! Can we go swimming?!" She was bouncing up and down and her eyes sparkled almost comically at the mentioning.
I scratched the side of my face, feeling the beginning of my sideburns.
"Well, you don't really have a swimsuit..." I said. "And my friends probably don't want to be with a nudist."
"That's okay! We can go get a swimsuit!" She said, reaching over me and jerking the wheel towards her.
I slammed on the brakes as we veered off course, stopping almost instantaneously.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked up and saw another Pac Sun. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Pinkie.
"How did you know there was a store here?" I asked, still in a stage of shock.
She shrugged. "Educated guess." Then got out of the car.
I followed.
About 45 minutes, a phone call and 4 swimsuits later, we walked out, I had picked something fast and liked it. But, as I had expected, she took forever, trying to find out if this fit this and how it looked. I had gotten a front-row seat of a few 'poses' that photographers would kill for.
It was nice for me, at least.
She had picked out two pairs of swim wear in the end. A nice black and pink Fox Racing two piece top and bottom and a almost see-through pink one. In the car I insisted on her wearing the Fox one so nobody got any ideas.
She had also gotten herself a pair of black converse sneakers, one pair of white and two pairs of pink skinny jeans, pink sandals, a black leather jacket that she wanted me to wear, and eventually did, and finally one black, white and pink striped shirt and a few other shirts and underwear and things.
Of course she had practically given me a fashion show, trying on literally everything and showing them to me.
I had no problem, it was funny to see her walk around and dance in the different outfits.
I felt a buzz on my leg and I fished my phone from my pocket. On the home screen it said in a new text message "We're here... where u at?"
I smiled at the name on the top of the screen, one of my life-long friends, Conner.
I quickly tapped in; "5 min"
A few seconds later, he responded. "Kk"
I handed my phone back to Pinkie, she quickly started taking pictures again, smiling to herself.
I smiled myself as I watched the road through a familiar red tint.
The smell of the ocean was all too new to me, I had lived in the middle of the country practically my whole life and the sudden change was fairly jarring to my senses. I would be lying if I said I couldn’t smell salt no matter where I was in the city, but I would also be lying if I said being so close didn’t intensify the smell.
Look at me, being all philosophical now.
Who the hell am I with all these obscure phrases?
Still, salt fucking stinks. Especially when everyone on the sand was either some Food Network grill master prick or an asshole vendor that poured smoke into the air either way.
“Wow, it smells terrible here.” Pinkie said, making me remember that she was even here.
“Sounds great too.” I said sarcastically, listening to all the new-age music pounding through the air as people danced and moved to the beat.
“The music isn’t so bad, it adds a party feel to it!” She said, grabbing my wrist a dragging me onto the sand where we would meet my friends.
I didn’t mind being dragged at this point, it was just kind of something she tended to do. She wanted me everywhere she was so I didn’t miss any of her random antics. I was happy to be there, to say the least.
In the back of my mind, something was screaming at me to stop her and talk to her. But about what exactly? That I didn’t know.
There I go thinking again.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” I asked the girl before me, noticing that it was the third time we had passed Mr. Coolio and his orange and white Surfboard. People really tried to hard to be badasses these days.
“Nope!” She chirped, stopping immediately and not giving me any kind of warning.
Losing only about half of my momentum, I slammed into the girl and we tumbled to the ground.
With that amazing luck of mine, I ended up laying on top of the silent girl, my hands firmly planted into the sand as I stared into her sapphire blue eyes. Her breasts had just so happened to keep me from head-butting her.
She stared up at me as if she was expecting something, but said nothing. After my mind clicked back into place, I shot off of her, blushing like a schoolgirl as I practically shouted my apologies and tried to help her up.
She didn’t even take my hand as she sat up so stiffly she could have been made of wood. A smile still on her face.
“Are you alright?” I asked, holding my hand out but looking away in embarrassment.
“I’m fine, silly, sand isn’t exactly as hard as rock.” She said, taking my hand and hopping up.
Just as soon as I turned away to lead us in the correct direction, she grabbed the front collar of my shirt and pulled me so close we were practically touching noses, my blush returned to my face when she smiled innocently.
“I’ll get you back for that, Robby.” She said with an evil look in her eyes.
My heart skipped a beat when she snapped back into her normal self and grabbed my hand again. “You should probably lead the way now!” She smiled.
What.
What did she mean by that? Hell, did I even want to know what she had in store for me after what I did?
She obviously took it the wrong way, but how did she become so self conscious now than what she had showed the night before, hopping into my bed stark naked and snuggling up to me like I wouldn’t notice?
I wondered for a moment if I was in over my head with this girl, but quickly disregarded the idea, it’s not like she was some kind of alien. She was a normal girl just like any other.
Well, maybe not normal, she was funny enough to make Putin crack a smile, and happy enough to make Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh have joy.
There I go again with my obscurity.
It didn’t take long for me to notice that we had made it over to my group of friends and they were coming to greet me, I guessed I had noticed the subconsciously while I was thinking and decided to make my way towards them.
James and Conner were the first to come over, James was already eying Pinkie who stood proudly at my side, one of our towels tied around her neck like it was a cape as it comically flapped in the wind.
James was about the same height as Pinkie, which was significantly smaller than Conner or I. We both stood about the same height, but Conner still had a few inches on me. He had always been taller, even though I’d never admit it.
I looked over at James and Pinkie, they both stood about 5’7” to my 6’1” and Conner’s 6’4” it was hard to believe that we hadn’t seen each other in over three years, we all looked so similar to before.
“So, looks like we have a new addition.” James said, looking over at me with inquisitive eyes.
James was extremely hard to hate, and very easy to love, even though he made a few too many references to more personal things and said things most people would see as offensive without a second thought.
“It seems we do.” Pinkie said, crossing his arms and stepping in front of me to meet James’ eyes while mimicking his stance.
James smiled. “At least you found one with a sense of humor.” He said, looking over her head and winking at me.
I knew what he was thinking, and I was ready to shoot down his thoughts of our relationship but Conner quickly piped up.
“Oh, yes.” He said, smiling deviously. “This one will be assimilated quickly.” He joked.
“I don’t think you guys know what you’re dealing with.” I said, looking down at the top of Pinkie’s head.
The girl nodded quickly, smiling brightly.
These three would get along fine. Conner was witty and sarcastic, but Pinkie couldn’t be fazed easily. James was smart and careless, but Pinkie was random enough to give him a run for his money.
Now all I needed to keep her away from was-
“Hey, if it isn’t Bobby and his buttbuddy!” A voice shouted from the group of people Conner and James had come from. “Looks like the crew is back together again!”
Bobby, oh how I hated that God-Awful name. What asshole thought it was a good idea to get Bob from Robert in the first place?
“With a new addition.” James added with a frown.
“I don’t suppose you have any ladies waiting for you to come back, do you, Nathaniel?” Conner added, turning towards him as the older guy stalked towards us.
“I wouldn’t be bragging about your friends girlfriend just off the bat, Connie.” Nathan said, grinning like he had already won.
Nathan was the one person in our group of friends that I refused to get along with. He had started off nice enough, when we first met he just seemed like an extension of James’ personality, but quickly it came out that he usually meant what he said, and only looked to degrade people to see who they really were deep down.
He had gotten to me once, and I had to remove myself from the conversation before I broke his nose, that had been the last time we spoke up until now.
“I see you have matured a whole lot, Nathan.” I said, looking dead into his eyes as he stopped in front of me. This wasn’t going to end well unless one of us backed down quickly, and neither of us had any idea as to backing out.
“More than you, at least.” He quickly retorted, his grin widening. “I see you’ve picked up a new friend, where’d you meet her?”
“I hit her with a car.” I said blatantly, catching him off guard.
I grinned, he was just where I wanted him.
“I parked right over, there, would you like to come ‘meet’ me again?” I asked him, gesturing to my car.
He was at a loss for words so he shoved me backwards.
“Are you threatening me, you little punk?” He growled, pulling back his fist.
“Depends on how you take it.” I whipped back.
Before anything else was said, Pinkie suddenly appeared in front of me with a wide smile.
“Look, Robby, those people are selling snow cones!” She said, grabbing my clenched fist and dragging me away from what was soon to be a fight.
I was so surprised she stepped between us that I didn’t even speak until she suddenly stopped, turning around with a frustrated frown on her face.
“What is with you two? That isn’t how friends are supposed to treat each other!” She chirped, her cute voice making her anger almost seem like excitement.
I spoke in a low tone so she knew I was serious. “We aren’t friends, me and him don’t get along.”
Her expression didn’t even budge. “Why not?” She asked. “Everyone should be friends.”
This was a simple disliking of one another, not the difference between Chaos and World Peace.
“He doesn’t know when to stop running his mouth, Pinkie.” I said, calming down a little bit as I tried to concentrate on the girl in front of me instead of the guy who wanted to break my face. “He has an insulting sense of humor and I don’t like that, so we don’t get along.”
“Maybe I should just talk to him and he’ll say he’s sorry.” She said, looking behind my shoulder and taking a step.
I grabbed her arm and held her in place, looking straight into her eyes.
“No, the last thing I want is for you to get your feelings hurt by that guy.” I said, not really noticing how that sounded to the people around us.
She smiled and stopped, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. “Thank you, Robby, I care about you too.” She said, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a few moments before I wrapped my arms around her too, shocked at what she said even though we had only met the day before. My feelings towards her kept surprising me as well, every time I went over what I had said I couldn’t find a hint of a lie inside of it, I cared about her and that was the truth.
She pulled away but kept her arms around my waist, looking up into my eyes with her own.
“Next time you should just go out and say it, okay?” She said.
I nodded, feeling my throat tighten at our small conversation. All the adrenaline I had worked up from my short argument with Nathan had disappeared like it had never happened.
Her face suddenly went serious, “I wasn’t lying about the snow cones though, I seriously want one.” She said.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. It really was great to have such an amazing girl as a friend. Although I did wish I hadn’t met her in such an abrupt way as to hitting her with my car, but maybe that was the magic behind us meeting, such an odd way to meet for an odd couple.
My thoughts suddenly stopped.
“Couple?” I accidentally said aloud.
“Huh?” Pinkie turned around from licking her blue raspberry snow cone, her tongue still out of her mouth and on the icy treat.
“Your tongue is blue.” I chuckled, quickly changing the subject.
She tried to look at her own tongue, but soon found out that she couldn’t, still continuing to try anyways. The way she moved around so quickly as if to catch her tongue red-handed was one of the funniest things I had seen her do all day.
I leaned back on the bench we were sitting in and relaxed, closing my eyes and listening to the ocean and the girl beside me that continued to talk and question. This was what my mind was slowly starting to constantly think about, this girl and her only, her constant stream of words was more soothing than what I originally thought was annoying.
Well this is certainly a big step up.
But Pinkie Pie was just too good to let go. I no longer wanted her out of my hair like I had thought about before, I wanted her to stay my friend like everyone else.
“Thanks, Pinkie.” I said, looking over at the girl.
“For what?” She asked, throwing her used cone into a trash can that made a little thunk as it hit the empty bottom before she looked back at me.
I smiled, “For getting me out of that little argument and calming me down.”
“Of course, silly!” She laughed, leaning her head over onto my shoulder. “I wasn’t just going to stand around while you get upset, I like you when you’re happy!”
“It’s not exactly thrilling to see you mad at me, either.” I said, “Plus, I like me when I’m happy too.”
“That’s the spirit.” She said, moving closer to me.
It didn’t take long for me to drift off into sleep, even though the bench was very uncomfortable and the sun was quickly heating up, the presence beside me was so comforting it felt wrong to try and move away.
I woke up to the feeling of being poked in the face. When I opened my eyes, Conner stood in front of me, thankfully blocking the sun. Pinkie was no longer beside me.
“Hey dude, we got a bit of a problem.” He said, smiling like nothing was wrong. I had seen this Conner many times before, he was trying to sugarcoat something.
“What is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
He scratched the back of his head and looked over to his right, where I followed his gaze.
This wasn’t a little problem, this was a very big problem.
Pinkie Pie and Nathan were staring at each other hard, the taller boy was grinning as he spoke down to her height, his arms crossed and his sporty sunglasses on, someone I assumed to be his girlfriend was trying to pull him away, but he resisted.
The second I saw tears in Pinkie’s eyes I stood right up, anger flaring up to my head and telling me exactly what I should do.
I stomped right over to them, my anger only building as I grew closer and saw just how bothered Pinkie Pie was.
“You try to act like nothing bothers you, but you can’t even take a joke!” He laughed.
“Th-that’s not a joke, that is just hateful!” She said, her voice cracking in the middle of her sentence.
Before he noticed me, I snatched the glasses off of his face and threw them to the ground, smashing them with my foot before looking back into his eyes.
“If it isn’t Superman, coming to save the day!”
Before he could continue, I shoved him backwards, using enough force so he fell back into the sand.
“I’ll be damned if I’d let you talk to me that way, let alone her, you self-righteous prick!” I growled, waiting for him to stand back up.
“You think just because you’re taller than me you are stronger than me?” He shouted, grabbing me by my collar and lifting me up.
Just as soon as this happened, Conner came out of nowhere and slammed his fist into the side of Nathan’s face, knocking him to the ground and making him let go of me.
“Let’s just cut the beach party short and go back to the house.” James said, jumping between Conner and Nathan before the show could go on, he looked over at Pinkie and I. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I said, grabbing Pinkie by the hand and pulling her away from the scene and towards the car, which she quickly and quietly got into.
I watched James pull Conner away from the scene and back to his car, a black 2013 Ford Mustang, before getting into my own car to hopefully talk to Pinkie.
“What happened there?” I asked, starting my car and backing out of the parking lot, following Conner’s erratic and angry driving as he tore out onto the road.
Pinkie sniffled, making me wish I had hit the bastard.
“Why is he so mean?” She asked.
“Because he doesn’t know how to be a good person.” I said, gritting my teeth.
She leaned over and hugged me, which I half returned, making sure to keep my eyes on the road and at least one hand on the steering wheel.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” I said as she let go.
I sped up to keep up with the speeding driver in front of me, who was completely disregarding the speed limit of forty-five and going a solid sixty.
“He just kind of, started being mean out of nowhere, I was trying to get to know everyone and he just came up to me.” She explained, “I know you said to stay away from him, but I didn’t know where to go.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I questioned, looking down at the speedometer, which was clocked in at sixty-five now.
“Because you’re grumpy when you wake up, she said, crossing her arms and puffing out her cheeks.
I lightly laughed, but I quickly picked up my phone and called Conner, trying to stay on the road without blowing up the much older car.
“What?!” He shouted over the phone.
“You really need to calm the hell down, dude, we’re going twenty over the speed limit and one of us is going to go off the fucking road.” I said.
“Don’t tell me how to drive, I know what I’m doing.” He retorted.
I sighed, “I realize you’re pissed off dude, but I’m sure James is pissing his pants by now, and I would really rather all of us get to the house in one piece.”
I looked over to Pinkie, who stared back.
“Fine, sorry.” He said, gradually slowing down to the speed limit.
After a few minutes and all conversation was gone, Pinkie spoke up.
“You really care about him, don’t you?” She asked, looking right at me.
I was kind of caught off guard by the question, but answered truthfully, nonetheless.
“Yeah, I do.” I said, looking over to meet her eyes. “He’s my friend.”
She said nothing else, but smiled and stared off out of the window calmly as we followed the Mustang in front of us to the house Pinkie and I had yet to see.
I looked down at my clock, it read 10:00 am, so I had slept for about an hour.
I found myself wishing that I hadn’t fallen asleep in the first place.
Even though the last part of the little beach party had been very displeasing, it was a relatively good day.
I lie awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling like it was going to provide me answers for my problems. The house was large, but Conner, James, Nathan then Pinkie and I were currently living in it, there was no way all of us could just forget what happened today. Nathan was bound to bring it up in the morning, I was surprised he didn’t come bursting into the guest room Pinkie and I would be staying in.
I wasn’t thrilled to talk to him, but we would have to smooth things over at least while I was here. My eyes closed, I wasn’t going to just let him tell me how things were going to be either, I would have to personally tell him to stay the hell away from Pinkie and I.
“Hey, you still awake, Robby?” Pinkie asked suddenly, flipping on the lamp in between our two beds.
“I am now.” I said, chuckling as I sat up.
The girl was up on her hands and knees, looking over at me as her overly large shirt hung low enough so I could see down it. I politely looked up to her face, trying not to blush. She obviously wasn’t thinking about it or just didn’t care.
“Stand up.” She said, standing up beside her bed.
“Why?” I asked, leaning even further back into my pillow.
“Because I asked.” She said, putting on a fake angry look. “And you should always listen to a cute girl.”
I already knew I found her attractive, so I stood up beside my bed and looked at her.
“Good.” She said, taking my hands in hers.
“What are we doing?” I asked after she just waited for a few moments.
“I’m trying to remember how to dance.” She said, closing her eyes as if the insides of her eyelids held the answer.
“We’re dancing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know how to dance...”
She looked up at me like I was an idiot. “Me neither, that’s why I’m trying to remember.” She giggled.
She took my right hand and enraveled our fingers together, then taking my left hand and putting it around her back. I held her like that for a few moments awkwardly, looking down at her for some kind of idea of what the hell I was supposed to do.
“Uh, those are my ribs, Robby.” She said, looking down at my hand placement.
She was right, I was holding on to her ribs instead of under them where you would normally keep your arm. I slowly moved my hand down her side, not really meaning to feel her down so much. I was now holding just under her ribs, seeming to frustrate her further.
She took her arm off my shoulder and pushed my hand so I was low on her waist.
“We aren’t exactly strangers, y’know.” She said, not looking up at me but instead keeping her head down.
I guessed that this was just her typical behavior, she didn’t really understand that this was supposed to be a romantic thing instead of a friendly thing.
She started to move lightly to no music, which I struggled to follow. What was supposed to be some kind of dance ended up turning into some way to play human bumper cars. We were constantly tripping over one another and bumping heads.
I started to chuckle as this just seemed to intensify her frustration as she tried so hard to dance with me, even though I had no idea what she was going for and bumped into her again.
“Pinkie... I-” I chuckled in the middle of my sentence when she looked up at me in the dim light, her face showing just how hard she was trying. “I don’t really know what you’re going for here.”
She suddenly put one of her legs behind mine and pushed forward at me, making me fall over onto my bed with her pinning me down as she wore a cocky grin. Which was surprisingly cute for someone who looked so angry moments before, the bed let out a loud creak from the sudden amount of weight on it.
Her eyes practically glowed in the dark, shining down and illuminating both of our faces. Her pink hair fell to the sides of her head, having come undone and now long instead of being in a ponytail that she seemed to be rather fond of. Her lips were glistening from the light after she quickly licked them. My mind suddenly started to drift in a few different directions.
The smile on her face grew into one that looked like she had just overthrown a nation.
“Told you I’d get you back.” She said, pressing harder down onto my arms as if I was going to resist or something.
A door closed outside our bedroom, and was followed by someone's footsteps as they seemed to wander around outside the doorway, I didn’t look over to the door to see if anyone was going to come in though, I was focused on the girl straddling me to the bed.
“Y’know, Robby, if you’re going to kiss me, you might want to before someone comes in and sees us like this.”
My mind grinded to a sudden halt.
Wait what?
I was so shocked I could barely cough out a confused, “Huh?”
She giggled, “If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve developed a bit of a crush on you, and you should be the one to do something about that.” She explained, whipping her hair out of our faces before looking back at me dead in the eye.
I decided to not say anything and give in to the tiny voice in the back of my head screaming ‘Kiss her!’
I leaned up to her, and she leaned towards me. Our lips met one another in a slow and loving confrontation, a very light taste of raspberries was left on her lips, a slow exhale came from the both of us.
It suddenly felt like fireworks were going off in my chest.
Our mouths slightly opened for one another, our tongues suddenly felt another and wrapped around each other, each one giving off it’s own taste into the other’s mouth. Pinkie had her hand on the back of my head, pulling me into the kiss like she was afraid I would break it.
She didn’t have to worry about that.
My hands traveled from under hers to her legs that were hiked up close to my chest from how she had been holding me down. I felt my way up her smooth and soft legs and past her underwear up under her large shirt to her bare sides, where I lightly tickled her until my arms were around her back in a hug, the fabric of her bra against my forearm.
This moment I realized that what was between Pinkie and I was much more than just friendship, I had gotten something I could never get out of Conner or James, or any other of my friends for that matter.
This was love.
It was hard to believe that besides how we met and how new we were to each other that something so powerful could surface.
She pulled away at the same time I did, letting us both catch our breath, as we were breathing very heavily.
“Pinkie...” I said, trailing off as I tasted the raspberries on my lips.
She let herself fall down onto me, her knees still keeping her rear in the air, but she didn’t seem to care. Her breath was hot on my bare chest, it was almost too hot for me to bear, but the blush under her eyes was enough to make me bear it.
“Was that whole dancing thing... just to get me on the bed?” I asked, breaking the silence.
She looked up at me with a smile. “Not really, I was trying to be romantic at first... but you suck at dancing.” She laughed.
“That hurts.” I joked, watching her come close to me again.
My eyes closed as what I assumed to be a quick kiss fell into a much more elongated one again. I didn’t know if she had done something like this before or not, but she was a pretty damn good kisser. I hoped that I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was, being an amateur at this.
It was shorter than our first, but still just as blissful. I smiled up at her as she let herself lie down on top of me, her head under my chin as we both closed our eyes.
After a few minutes, her breathing told me she was asleep. I was soon the same way.
