The loner

“Oh my god, that’s what it means when they tap their chin!” I said to myself as I picked up the piece of paper that answered a question I’ve been asking myself for a while. I lived in a small apartment. I moved in, just after I got my cutie mark, reading people, like the C.I.A does. I just turned 26 (in human years), and now I live in my own apartment.

My apartment is pretty small, but one good thing about it is I live next to Pinkie’s house, and I live across from my best friend, Theo. It only has four rooms though (no hallway); A living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. When you first walk in there’s a room, then to the left there’s an open kitchen, and then when you first walk through the door, and if you keep going straight, and take a slight left, you’ll see my bedroom. Lastly if you take a right, directly after you open the door there is a bathroom. The good part is it’s a king sized bathroom, and takes up 1/4th of my house.

There are papers all along my bedroom; I have one desk and a bed in there, and a tv. The table is in the top right corner of the room, it’s a dark brown. The bed and the sheets grey, and the wall to. As I used my magic to put away the paper in the file cabinet, that was under the desk. I put it under, “Helpful,” then my friend busted in through the door.

“Hey, Zac, how are yeah doin!” he yelled from the living room.

“Why did I give him a key?” I thought to myself

“Still filing papers, and wasting your life?” He said in a in a sarcastic way, he always knew I was.

“Yes, but I’m not wasting my life, I’m increasing my knowledge on pony’s small giveaways,” of course I knew he would completely ignore my statement, but I said it anyway.

“Mhmm,” he said as he ate one of the energy bars I bought for me. “So, plan on going outside, or you gonna just stay in here, Vamp?” He called me, Vamp, because I would stay inside, and never go out.

“I think you already know,” I said sarcastically. “As long as I’m in here, I can help the C.I.A more, the hospital, and even the ponydeint.”

“How so?” this was a question I was asked often, and I answered often. “If I can read people, I can tell their sickness, if their lying, and even re-,” I was cut off by Theo.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but dude for your own health, go outside, make some friends.”

“I have a friend.” I said in a child-ish voice while looking down.

“Other than me, Zac, go outside, have a beer, eat some food. Get a girl for god sake,”
I knew it wasn’t healthy, but I defended myself anyway, “Yeah bu-,” I was cut off, again.

“I’m only looking in your best interest,” he said as he trotted off, throwing the energy bar’s wrapper in the trash can to his left, after he stepped out of my room.

I wanted to finish learning more about the touching the chin movement, but he was right, so I stepped outside, and walked into the living room.

My living room was big, for an apartment. When you walked out of my room, there was a couch to the right, and a table with a trash can built in. The room was a yellow-white color. There was also a coffee table in the middle of the room. The legs were metal, and the table itself was glass. I also had a cat, his name was Fred.

As I went around the couch, I picked up my keys that were on the table, “By mister mittens,” that was my nickname for Fred.

As I opened the door I walked down the steps. I was on the third floor, “Maybe I should move to the first floor,” I thought to myself as I grew tired of walking down the steps. Everything was a grey cement color. As I pushed open, the door, that let you enter and leave the apartment building.

As I walked out, I wasn’t sure what to do, “Maybe I’ll go to the bar across the street on the corner,” I thought to myself. “Maybe the mare I like is there, Lily,” I really liked Lily, and the few times I’ve been to the bar she has been there.
The bar was a big place that had brown walls and yellow beams and signs. The place was called, Willy’s Bar. They had some good food there to. As I walked across the street I saw one of my acquaintances he said, “How yeah doin, haven’t seen you in a while,” I simply nodded.

When I reached the bar there were three sections; the left was pool, the right eating, and straight down the middle you would reach the bar. When I walked down to the bar I sat down, and waited for the bartender. “What can I getcha?” he asked politely.

“I would just like a beer please,” I said, returning his polite manor over the screaming 11 or so ponies.

“How about’ an order of onion rings, on the house?” He was a nicely dressed man, and had an Italian feel to him.

“Sure why not, “I said as I was giving the menu to my new “friend”. “Can you make them extra crispy?”

“Why absolutely! I’ll be right back,”

“Thanks,” I said, but he didn’t hear me. As I waited I’d thought I would look around. To my left I at the pool section, and there was lily. She was beating everybody at pool, and taken their money. That’s what her cutie mark is, playing pool, so I still question, “Why would they bet against a pony that did it for a living? Idiots,” I thought to myself as the beer arrived.

“Thanks,” I said again, but again he didn’t hear me over guys who screamed, “No I lost everything,” as he walked out the door. I looked back at Lila who was a light brown mare, she was also an earth pony. I picked up the beer, and walked over to the pool section, as I did I yelled over my shoulder, “Bring the rings over here!” this time he heard, and gave a slight nod.

“Well, well, well, I see someone has come out to play,” she said as she tapped her stick, that ment she wasn’t sure if she liked me or not.

“Stupid,” I thought to myself, “Just don’t think about her movements,” I was starting to get frustrated. “Hey Lila, how you doing?”

“I was winning, but now you’re here, so now I’m gonna be smoking,” she said as she walked to him, and nodded her chin slightly up and down, that meant she is thinking about someone, A.K.A, me. “Stop thinking!” I yelled at myself.

“We’ll just see about that,” she said as she turned 3.8 seconds from the point she came close to me, that meant she at-least somewhat liked me.

I didn’t yell at myself for that one, because it was good news. “I guess we will,” I said in a stupid douche-bag way.

“Mhmm some pony is pretty smooth today.”

“Smooth that, meant she thought I was over working her,” I thought to myself. “Stupid just ignore the movements!”

“I think I should go,” I said just as my rings arrived.

“Your onion rings.”

“Thank you,” I said picking up a to-got box on the way out.

“Wait you just got here!” Lila pleaded as I left.

“I gotta go!” I yelled back. The movements were driving me crazy. The only person I could ignore the movements is with Theo, and people who I don’t know very well, but anyone other than Theo that I get to know all I see is; she did this, he moved to fast, that guy isn’t comfortable with me, and it drives me insane. Sometimes I wish I never got this cutie mark.